'Don't! Don't it!" He heard, Jackson recognized his wife's friend Becky or Becks, as the friends called her. He had come home from his Saturday golf outing with a bout of Montezuma's Revenge. He had almost 'sharted' himself on the fourth hole so he decided it would be best to be near a toilet for the rest of the day. He looked out the open sliding patio door's screen, where he saw his wife and three of her 'friends' lounging by the pool drinking mimosas. Dianna, his wife, laid in her lounger with her back to the door with Becks to her right, Steph the redhead directly in front of Di, and Sheryl with an 'S' was to her left laying on a towel beside the pool. He stayed back where he wouldn't be seen so he could listen.
"I'm sorry, Becks, but it's all I think about. I've felt it, and I can't stop thinking about how it'll feel inside me. You all talk about doing it." was his wife's reply. "Besides, I'll be discreet so Jackson will never know. I won't be like Kandace." Kandace was their sluttiest friend that regaled the ladies with her endless tales of seduction and incredible sex.
"He'll find out. They always do. You know what happened to me, and Kandace is full of shit. I been divorced for three years, and I regret every stupid decision that I've made because of her. She was my downfall, and she's going to be yours as well." Becks replied sadly.
He heard his wife reply. "It'll be a one and done. I have to know if a big one is everything Kandace says it is."
"It's not, if you want to know." added Sheryl. Sheryl had been married almost as long as Jackson and Dianna. "I had a fling in college with a really hung guy, and once the initial excitement wore off, he really was just another dick that wanted a cum dump. Then, I met Burt, and I learned that he could love me better than any big dick. Big Dick guy total existence was his dick, he real wasn't interesting at all." She took a sip. "It was watch sports, and fuck, that's it. No romance, no nothing."
Steph, who has never married, added. "I warned you when you wanted to join our Girl's Night, to never get attached to any guy that you dance with. You might want to dance but they're at the club to fuck. The biggest problem that you have, you began a romance with this guy. You're dating him, whether you know it or not."
"I am not dating him. We have drinks, dance, and have a little fun." Di paused. "Until last night. He's been telling me that he has a big dick, and he wants to fuck me. I've been good until last night when he showed it to me. Now that I've held it, I want it. Badly." She smiled. "I'm horny just thinking about it."
Becks sat up and leaned into Dianna. "Understand this, sister. Kandace is not getting or having incredible sex every night. She sits home like me, being lonely. I know it, and that's where you're headed. I'd give anything for a man like Jackson. He's nice and friendly to everybody. He has a good business, and he's a wonderful father." She stood up and tied her towel around her waist. "It's your funeral, but I want to state here, and now, that when you throw Jackson away, I will do everything in my power to make him mine."
Di looked up at her friend. "You don't understand, I have to do this. I do. One and done."
Becks looked sad. "It won't be one and done, it never is. I know, I have been there."
Jackson forgot about his digestive problems as he listened to this conversation. His anger drove him. His wife of over twenty years was going to fuck some guy, that she met at a club. Bullshit, he thought. In a fit of rage, he slid the screen back knocking it off the rail as he stormed across to the pool.
Di felt the hand grab her left arm and pull her upward. She spun around to face her husband. The rage in his eyes was noticeable to all the women. His right hand grabbed her wedding and engagement rings, and he pulled them off of her left hand. "My rings?!" She cried out.
"There, you're no longer my wife, so you go whoring tonight!" In his rage he threw the rings over the roof toward the street out in front of their house. "Go FUCK your big dick boyfriend!"
He shook with anger and rage. "I heard everything! I knew you weren't being good on Girl's Night, but I can't believe you have a fucking relationship with some fucking bar loser."
Di dropped to the concrete crying. Steph was the first one up, and she tried to comfort Jackson. "Cool down, Jacks. She has really not done anything too bad."
"Bullshit!" Was his reply.
"Fuck all of you. All of you knew what would happen when you started taking her out with you. Especially you, Steph." He pointed his index finger at her. "Since you're all here, you can help this whore pack her shit, and get it out of my house, NOW!"
Sheryl smiled the smile she used to control her husband. "Come on, you don't mean that." She softly placed her hand on his chest, and suddenly she found herself staggering backward into the pool. Jackson turned away after pushing Sheryl into the pool.
"I'm leaving for an hour, and I don't want this slut in my house when I get back! Guess what, Steph has a new roommate." Jackson walked back into the house, then came back out the door.
"Becks, I heard you, too. I look forward to our dates, but know that I won't have sex with you until the divorce is final. These bitches won't be your friends anymore, is that a deal breaker?"
Becks stood prouder. "No. not at all." She couldn't help but smile. He was quite the catch. She was sure that she had learned from her past mistakes. It was too little, too late before.
**********
A week later, Di got her wish.
On Friday Girls Night, Becks watched Di greet her paramour. She knew him, he was one of those slimy guys that come to clubs to prey on married woman. She knew that he was once a roommate of the man that had seduced her years ago. It was something that she would forever regret. She knew that tonight, Di's life was going to change forever like her life had. She felt guilty for not trying harder to stop Di but she knew Di since junior high, as she knew that once Di decided something it was decided forever.
She regretted not taking pictures of this seduction sooner, she had taken photos with her phone for the last couple of Girls Nights to document how her friend was behaving in an effort to hopefully stop her from making the same mistake that she had. To show Di, how she looked in public, a married woman cheating on her husband. Now, it would seem that she was taking these pictures to take Di's husband and make him hers. Maybe she was, she thought.
Tonight, Di didn't dance with her 'date', she looked to her friends, and said she would see them later. With that said, she greeted the man, and they turned and left the club.
At his small unkept apartment, Di felt the butterflies in her stomach. This was the first dick that she had other than Jackson's in over twenty-one years. "Undress me!" He demanded.
As she reached down to his fly, her paramour noticed that her wedding ring set was missing. "Put your rings back on. I want to see them on your hand as you jerk me off."
Di responded with, "I can't. Jackson took them away when he threw me out last weekend."
"Why would he do that? Are you fucking someone else?"
She went on the defense. "No, he overheard me talking to my friends that I couldn't wait to have you fuck me, so he grabbed my rings off my hand and threw me out."
She could see that this man was suddenly losing interest in her. Maybe Becks was right that he only wanted to fuck her because she was married, and the thrill of fucking other men's wives was what drove this man. "Don't you want to make love to me?"
He looked at her. She was attractive, but he was losing the thrill. Without a husband, if he fucked her good, he would never be rid of her. He had no interest in her as a girlfriend. Who would want a cheating wife. If I can fuck her this easily, who couldn't. Damaged goods, he thought.
"Here's the deal, I will give you what you want tonight. My big dick. You want it, and I know it, but after we fuck, you have to leave. I'm not interested in you hanging around trying to be my girlfriend, and I am not your boyfriend. I fuck married women because I don't want attachments, and I do love sending women home with my jism in them." With that, he smirked.
He removed his trousers, and threw them on the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt, and added it to the pants. He wasn't as toned as Jackson, but she didn't care about that. She knew what she wanted.
Di got on her knees before him, and pulled his boxer-briefs down. His long dick twitched as it approached full erection. She felt him pull her face to it. She knew what to do. She took it into her mouth, and began to worship it. As she worshiped it, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.
After a few minutes, he pushed her away, and lead her to his bed. She started shucking her clothes off as fast as she could. She stood before him naked. He pushed her backward onto the unmade bed. He crawled over her while she reached down for what she wanted, and guided it to her wet opening.
Without foreplay, or a moments notice, he pushed it as far in as he could. Di gasped in pain, as he stretched her. He was hitting something inside her and it wasn't pleasurable. He picked up his pace as he pounded away at her. No affection, no kissing, just sex. He thrust away into her, as she got more comfortable with his size, she began to have small orgasms, not the big ones that she was used to, but enjoyable at least. He began to increase his thrusting, she felt him thicken more, as her orgasm began to rise as well. Moments later, she felt him spread his seed within her.
