My life had ground to a halt. I had a wife, three kids, a dead end job, and not a whole lot of hopes for the future. I seriously hated my wife. The kids were headed in the same direction as it seemed with their mom as the influence they did a lot of pretty stupid things. Twelve years after my marriage at nineteen I was looking for a way out.
I tell this story from my younger days when porn came in a magazine or a paperback. Al Gore hadn't yet invented the modern internet. The closest thing were some old stag films that were offered to me from a customer. I had taken over an old fashioned gas station on a temporary basis when I was looking for a job. An uncle was sudden taken to the hospital. Rather than me filling in until he got better and came back to work the old bastard died.
Like a fool I agreed to run the place until someone else could take over or I found a better job for myself. Money wise, it was not a good time to be in the service station business. Some stores offered self-service that cut into our profits. A farm store had opened up that sold discount tires and did low priced oil changes. Pretty much every thing about making a profit in a gas station in rural Illinois had gone to shit.
It made it easier to hate my wife. She had a couple of fucked up loser friends and between their kids and our kids it looked like an academy for the stupid. There was one crisis after another. One of the women carried around liquor and my wife took up a little bit of social drinking. She didn't think I could tell since their drink of choice was Vodka. With a previous mention of "stupid", stupid was the way my wife would get after a couple of nips at the bottle.
Hence my plan. If I couldn't get rid of her maybe I could have some fun from getting her drunk enough to fuck some other guys. I didn't say it was a good plan. Her mother was known to be a local slut. While hanging out at the Legion with her old man her mother could be seen slipping off with a guy for some sex in a pickup truck. I was looking for something like that from her daughter.
My wife, however, was a whole lot more moral or more careful. She faked being a virgin when she married me, but I didn't see any signs that she was headed down the path of unfaithfulness like her mom. I had gotten to the point that I had made some remarks about how cool it was that her mother had her own way to get a lot from life, This always got a sour reply to the effect that she wasn't her mother.
From my side of the relationship I wanted to fuck some little farmer's wife even more than I wanted her to fuck some stranger. My wife had been my only love and I figured it would be easier to get her fucked than to find someone to do me. There were a few that liked to give a little tit shot or show some thigh while I cleaned their windshield. The only one that would have probably fucked me had an illegitimate kid with a married man at her work. I kept at a distance from that one.
Not that my wife wasn't willing to try new things. I read about a guy getting his hand in his wife's pussy. We gave that a try. The four fingers weren't so bad. Three fit pretty easily. The fourth took some effort. Trying to roll the thumb to get it inside is where it became a problem. We kept at it. Why would a guy want to stretch out the only pussy it looked like he was ever going to get? But, that was me. I might be a dumbass, but I liked the way her pussy felt loose when I'd fuck her after a hand session.
Sticking to the idea worked out. I got my thumb into her within the week. I couldn't get my hand in because my fingers hit the end of her pussy. The fact that I had her open that wide made her cum hard and she truly wanted my whole hand. It was during one of those orgasms that she pushed against my hand so hard that I curled my fingers in and my whole fist went into her cunt to the wrist.
"Fuck me with it!"
I couldn't believe that five seconds after getting my hand completely inside her she was begging me to fuck her with it. I was surprised that i could take my hand out about halfway and shove it right back in.
"You mean like this?"
"Oh, God. Fuck yes! Just like that. I'm going to cum." Then she rocked all over the bed with my hand still inside her.
That was pretty easy. I didn't have to worry about losing my load and my arm wasn't getting tired. We hadn't used anything to lube her up. She got herself wet enough to let my hand slip in. Now her juices were running down her ass crack and adhering to my wrist. I pulled my hand out until her pussy almost closed behind it. Then I would thrust back into her. I watched her cunt lips pull out and then fold back inside her as I would bury my hand again and again.
After she came an uncountable number of times she wanted me to keep it in her while she calmed down. When I started to pull out after a few minutes she came out of her cum induced trance.
"Oh, fuck. Not yet, leave it in me a little longer!"
It no longer felt so tight inside her. Soon I noticed she had fallen asleep. How could she just doze off with my hand in her? I don't have small hands, yet once inside her she doesn't want me to take it out. I moved around so I could lay my head on her stomach. I left my fist in her and went to sleep myself. When I woke up the sun was shining. In a half hour the alarm would be going off for me to go to work. I uncurled my fist and pulled it from my wife's cunt. All she did was let out a little moan.
I stared at her yawning gash. It was still open enough I could have stuck a beer can in it. A few minutes later and it was a long slit as her lips moved back together. The hole was still golf ball size. She rolled onto her side and continued to sleep. I dressed and went to work.
At work, I wondered what sex would be like after the previous night. When I got home she was ready to get the kids to bed and have us pick up where we left off. She was so anxious to spread herself open. I put my fingers at her pussy slit. She was already wet enough from me to slide a finger inside. I took all four and pushed them in at once. I quickly started the thumb in, which in turn led me to push my whole hand in to the wrist again.
That was too easy. The whore could give birth to a calf. I started fist fucking her. She came a couple of times.
"Tonight after I cum a couple of more times I want you to fuck me."
"I am fucking you."
"No I mean put your cock in me."
"I'm not sure that would do you any good."
The times I fucked her after the four fingers I liked the looseness of her hole. After the fisting, I had my doubts. My pecker had its own ideas. It was already hard. My cock is a reasonably thick seven inches. My wife had mentioned several times how nice it was to have a big cock in her. I always liked to hear that until I realized there wasn't suppose to be anything to compare it to. hile I was thinking this over she came really hard. A real bed shaker with a lot of noise.
"Take you hand out and start fucking me with you prick. I want to feel my pussy close down around it."
That's what happened. I barely was nudging a side, but was squashing the hell out of her clit. That made her cum. The fluids kept coming from her as if getting a grip on her vagina walls wasn't already a problem. But, she was right, she did close down. Her pussy was still much to big, but mercifully I could feel her heat engulf me.
Soon thereafter, after worrying about getting to cum, things were still too loose, but snug enough for me to send a load into her.
"Oh, I felt that. I felt you cum in me. It was good."
We went like that for a week. Me fucking her after the fisting might have been her way of punishing me for wanting her to take my hand in her in the first place. I found that I still could dump my load in her as she tightened up. That's how I looked at it, dumping a load in a willing cunt. I found that I still didn't hate her any less.
After that week she had her period, so we let it go for a week. As soon as she cleared up we were back to fisting, then fucking again. For a couple of times.
