Thanks to texancowgirl for her continued assistance with editing.
This is the fourth part of a story and may make more sense if you look at the other parts first. There is a brief recap at the beginning which makes it read ok alone.
There is two more to follow, part two was submitted at the same time so hopefully should be close by. The finale, where the shit hits the fan, is in the process of being written.
I hope you enjoy
Charlie
WARNING: For my anonymous commenters, this story contains a wife cheating on her husband and enjoying it, if that offends you please save yourself the heartache and read no further.
I sat in the departure lounge waiting for my plane to Sydney, the butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I contemplated what lay ahead for me this afternoon. I had come so far in the last six months, bought my marriage back from the brink of disaster and now I was possibly putting it at risk again.
Dave and my anniversary weekend had been anything but normal, I had slept with a stranger, a black American stranger while my husband watched. Well at first he had watched then when he saw me beg that stranger to cum in me, Dave had left. I made it up to him by giving him my virgin arse but then the next morning, for reasons I couldn't quite explain; I had let that stranger, James, and his friend both take me. They even both had me at the same time, one in my pussy and one in my tight arse. Eighteen inches of black cock had fucked me to oblivion. When I came too I was alone in a destroyed bed with dried cum sticking my thighs together.
I didn't notice Dave come out of the shower and have no idea how long he watched before leaving that second time. He didn't return that night, the next morning I still couldn't get an answer from his mobile, it kept going straight to voice mail. I packed up the room. He couldn't have taken the car because the key was still in my handbag. I rang his mum and checked on the kids, also trying to work out if she had heard from her son but unless she was a very good liar I don't think they had. I had to be out of the room in ten minutes so I rang down for a bell hop to get our bags and went down to reception.
I approached the reception desk to settle up any outstanding amount but was informed by the man there that our bill had been taken care of and the money my husband paid had been credited back to our credit card. He then said with a smirk.
" I hope you had a nice weekend!"
I was sure my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I turned to find the man with my luggage waiting for instructions, I gave him the car keys and he went to fetch it. Just then Dave pushed through the entrance doors. He looked like he had slept in his clothes in a park, grass was stuck to his head,his eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of rum.
"How's my little slut this morning?" he slurred, as he weaved a path towards me.
"Not in here. please Dave!" People were turning and looking at the disheveled figure staggering through the lobby.
"Why? You hoping to fuck someone else before we leave?" he said in a mocking tone.
Two big Maori security guys appeared and grabbed Dave, with one on each arm they turned him and began marching him back to the door. I followed behind, my head down trying to avoid the stares. Once outside the security guys let Dave go, he turned and gave them a mouthful of abuse then seeing me he changed his focus.
"So you got sick of the Americans and decided to take on some Kiwi's this morning?" He sneered.
The taller of the two guards stepped forward and landed a short left hand on Dave's chin, he crumpled to the ground.
"One more word out of you and the doctors will be wiring your jaw closed!" He said menacingly, "you don't talk to a woman like that bro!"
He reached down and helped Dave back to his feet. He then "helped" him down the stairs to the car. Placing him in the passenger seat he put on his seat belt while whispering in Dave's ear. I don't know what he said but Dave didn't utter another word. The rest of the trip home was uneventful, Dave either slept or stared out his window the entire trip, I tried to talk to him a couple of times but he just grunted. I didn't blame him, if I'd have come out of the shower and found him having sex with two girls I would have been pissed off too.
Once home he took off inside while I went to get the kids, when I came back he was packing up his truck with his work clothes.
"Please don't go!" I begged.
He turned to say something then stopped himself, turned back, got in the truck and drove away. I didn't speak to him for two months after that. He went to live with his parents, I saw him driving around the farm but he never stopped. His mother came up to see me a couple of times wanting to know what was going on but I couldn't tell her. The kids were always asking about him but I didn't know what to say to them either.
Eight weeks after the anniversary my youngest child got a bad cold that turned to flu and just seemed to keep getting worse. I took her to the doctor but was held up and was not going to be able to get back in time to get the others off the school bus. I rang Dave not expecting him to answer but to my surprise he did. He must not have check the number before answering, not wanting to give him a chance to hang up I quickly blurted out.
"Could you get the kids off the bus? I'm in town at the doctors with Lilly and will be another hour at least."
"Yes" was all he said before disconnecting.
I arrived home about two hours later, Dave's truck was parked outside the house. I went in and found him making the others some dinner, I took Lilly up to her bedroom and put her back to bed. When I got back the kids and Dave were sitting at the dining table, he lifted his head and said.
"There's some more in the oven if you want."
"Thanks." I said and we sat down for the first time in a long while to a family dinner.
When he had finished Dave stood and started heading for the door but the kids intercepted him and begged him for a story before bed. He relented and followed them up the hall to their bedrooms. I started clearing up the table. About ten minutes later I had just finished packing the dishwasher and was down on my knees on the floor checking its filter, he once again headed for the front door. He stopped with the door partly open, then softly closed it before turning and coming back into the kitchen, stopping just in front of me. I didn't know what to say or do so I just stayed down there, Dave gazed at me for a minute then started to lower the zipper of his fly. He reached in and pulled out his manhood, holding it just behind its head he offered it to me without a word. I raised myself up a little, opened my mouth, and took it in. This was our first contact since that Sunday morning eight weeks ago and I was going to make him see what he had been missing.
I took his dick in my mouth as far as I could stroking the rest with my hand as it rose to erection. Once he was fully hard I let it slip from my mouth and ran my tongue around his head causing him to groan. I was teasing him holding it just outside my mouth when he grabbed my head forcefully and jammed his cock back into my mouth. Keeping his grip on my head he began thrusting trying to force it into my throat. I relaxed and let him have his way. He was basically masturbating with my head instead of his hand. His thrusting became more feverish then he let out a long sigh as he shot his load into my mouth and throat. I swallowed and kept sucking even as he softened until he withdrew from my mouth, put himself back together then turned and left.
This continued for another week, he would come for dinner, play with the kids till there bed time then fuck my face until he came down my throat. I wasn't getting off but at least he was interacting with the kids and tolerating my presence. On the eighth day he walked in with a bag with his work clothes in it, the kids were ecstatic and helped him pack them away. That night we followed the same routine, after he read the kids their bedtime story he came out to the kitchen, pulled out his cock and I sucked him hard. Just as I thought he was going to blow he stopped, pulled me to my feet and bent me over the island bench.
After pulling my pants down and ripping my undies off, he kicked my feet apart, stepped up and drove his dick into my pussy. Oh god it felt good! He lifted my shirt up exposing my bra, unsnapped the clasp letting my breast swing free. His calloused hands mauled them as he continued thrusting into me. Then as he got closer his hands slipped back to my hips as he tried in earnest to pound me into next week. I was giving it back to him as good as he gave it, moaning as the swaying of my breast caused my nipples to brush against the cool granite bench top. My orgasm was fast approaching when I felt his cum spurt into me. I ground back against him bringing on my own climax. We stayed coupled for some time his head rested on my back, then he stood up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start so I finished cleaning then went in myself after he had finished. I went to our bedroom after but Dave wasn't there. I found him on the day bed in the office sound asleep. Oh well at least he was in the house. This continued for the next month and he fucked me at least once every day, even when I had my period. I think we did it more in that month than we had in the last three years.
