Patty, the Bishop's wife came within several feet of catching her husband with his cock buried in my wife's cheating pussy. The surprise was over. I knew Mary Beth had fucked her boss at the store that ended in a promotion. But, now I knew that the start of her little hot wife saga had begun when she got a few minutes alone with the Bishop.
My wife had tried to hide the brief affair while giving me sloppy seconds with the Bishop's cum inside her. I liked the feeling the first few times thinking that after almost quitting sex altogether my wife was wet and receptive to me. Instead she was getting off on fucking another man and his seed was still inside her while we fucked.
So, back to the fact that my wife almost got caught with another man. I don't know why I was protecting my wife from the Bishop's wife. They had just been out to a hotel lounge where Patty proved to a hot wife instead of a crusty cunted Mormon church freak. Like most women, sharing her married pussy was okay as opposed to the husband even getting a sniff of a chance at some strange for himself.
A couple of days later I needed to give Patty a call. Considering on Friday Patty took four loads of cum from two strangers her pursuit of catching the Bishop on Saturday needed a little follow up.
"Hi, Patty. How's the detective work going? Any clues on who your husband is nailing on the side?"
"Not for sure. Sunday I saw him and a couple of women exchange looks that made me wonder. I still think it's your wife."
"I wouldn't say for certain that it might be Mary Beth. But, I afraid I had her covered for when you think the Bishop had strayed on Saturday. If he's fucking my wife he must be fucking someone else as well." I lied.
"He's not going to get away with cheating on me."
"If you can't catch him maybe you can get even."
"What kind of woman do you think I am?" Hate came through the phone.
I liked pushing the old cunt's buttons. Her voice in the phone coupled with me picturing her fucking two guys like my wife told me were conflicting thoughts. Then I wondered what it would be like to fuck the Bishop's wife.
"Well, you are a woman. What would a woman do in the situation?"
"You just keep an eye on your wife. Whenever you aren't positive where she is give me a call."
I had the Bishop's wife walking a line like a drunk trying to fool a police officer. Maybe I should try to fuck her.
That was Monday. Lori Ann's Mom had a doctor's appointment. Tuesday Grandma took the kid's when she thought Lorie Ann was sleeping and then shopping. She did do a little shopping. The sleeping part was actually the two of us fucking each other silly.
Lori Ann was building such a hatred for her husband being overseas it got creepy as she talked to his picture while I fucked her. By creepy, I mean she talked to the picture like he was really there.
Things like:
"Do you like the way his cock fills me up?"
"Oh, he's enough bigger than you. He really makes me cum hard."
"My lover is fucking me to say thank you for your service."
"Oh, he's cumming in me now!"
"Watch his seed leak from my well fucked cunt."
"Your wife loves getting fucked while you are playing Army with your little cunt Army girlfriend."
So, she harbored some hard feelings. It was good for me. I got to feeling that he was in the room with us ... watching. Then I'd freak out thinking maybe he was killed over there or something and he was really in the room watching.
Patty was putting so much pressure on the Bishop that my wife wasn't getting any action at all. She got off on fucking when I got sloppy seconds.
Finally they got together in the storage room at the store for long enough for her to cum and the Bishop to put a load in her. Wednesday night I got my sloppy seconds. Mary Beth liked to keep the surprise and would watch my face until I realized that my cock went in easy and my swimmers wouldn't be alone in there. While the Bishop was cumming in my wife I was probably at the same time eating Lori Ann's pussy in the guard shack.
Thursday I got my cock in Lori Ann in the shack and we managed to get far enough that there was a cleanup problem when we saw the boss's car driving towards our gate. Usually we got just a phone call a couple of times per shift. Something had to be up.
"I tell everyone that we change the schedule from time to time to give everyone a shot at weekends off or different hours. First of all you two have been together for a while and I get great reviews about how things go out here with the traffic. I know there is a twenty year difference in your ages. I don't know what you talk about or whatever or even if you agree to the same songs on the radio. So my question is, are you two okay working together?"
"Yes, no problem!"
"Perfectly happy. We do like the same songs on the radio." I added.
"Okay here's your problem. I'm moving you to gate 3 around back. Your shift is changing to 10:00 P.M. to 6:00 A.M. Same days off. It's quiet back there. Not much traffic. Hell, on the weekend you'll be lucky to see a half dozen trucks per shift. Week days ain't much better. The bad news is you have two choices."
The boss paused to laugh before telling the two choices.
"You can take the new shift and hours or you can quit."
Then he laughed some more. Lori Ann and I looked at each other.
"Hell of a job. You two are doing a hell of a job out here, I tell ya. We'll got to go. The new shift starts next week.
We looked at each other and grinned. First of all later hours mean cooler temps. Working in the dark means harder to be seen. It was the shift college students took to study and do homework.
At home I told Mary Beth that my shift was changing. Her expression suggested she was thinking about how me being gone from ten at night to 6 in the morning might work to her favor. I'd sleep during the day and she would have some time at night for adventure. Then she told me her news.
"Patty wants to go out again tomorrow. The Bishop had another mystery meeting. I wonder who else he's fucking? I'm not sure I want his dick in me if he's running with some other woman."
All I could do was stare.
"I guess that sounds a little vain. I meant I didn't want him in me if he's banging something nasty."
Again, I just stared. Mary Beth was on the borderline of babbling.
"The point being if Patty fucks some guy I'm not turning down some strange cock if the guy has a buddy."
"The Bishop fucking you bothers me because I don't like the guy. Your boss getting into the goodies is a little different because I've never met the guy. The plus being you did get the raise. Again, I don't like the idea of another man inside you."
"You big liar! Your cock is twice as hard when you hit another man's sperm in me."
I had to agree. Her cheating made fucking her incredible. Would even more cheating make it even more incredible?
My cock was fully erect when I woke up. Mary Beth was dressed and kissing me goodbye as she leaned over the bed. Her tits looked good spilling cleavage against the top buttons. I reached under her dress and ran my hand up her thigh highs and found bare pussy. My wife kissed me again and swayed from our bedroom without another word.
I laid in the bed on my back with my hardon poking up against my sleep shorts. With any luck Lori Ann could solved my problem when shift started. But, what if it was a busy day? Mary Beth and the Bishop's wife would be out chasing dick when I got home. I thought about the both of them taking on strange cock and hot seed. My hand went to my erection. I kicked off my sleep shorts and fisted my shaft. For the next twenty minutes I leisurely pumped while I thought about Lori Ann at work and the girls in some lounge wanting fucked. The idea of my wife fucking another stranger sent me over the edge.
Being a Friday at work the preemptive strike on my balls was a good idea. I played with Lori Ann's tits and pussy when we got a chance before the shift ended. My wife wasn't home when I got there. Her car was in the garage. She had left a note that she was riding with Patty stating that since the Bishop wasn't home they might push it to the limit. Be home ... whenever. Then she signed it with a big heart with I love you written in the middle.
Me hitting some bar wasn't going to be the answer. I watched a game on TV and dozed off on the couch. I got a text late.
"Spending the night. See you in the A.M."
That left a lot of questions. Not as concerting as the phone call in the morning.
"Remember that silver dress I wore to the wedding last month? Put it in my travel bag along with the black heels and drop it off at the front desk of the Hilton. I'm going to a wedding with the guy I met last night."
"Getting married again?"