Looking back, I realize it was as if I had lived through a story in Literotica. I had received a promotion at work. It meant more money and that made me happy. It involved a lot of travel and that caused me some anguish.
Rita and I had been married for 12 years and were planning on having children. When I got my promotion, it seemed like the perfect time to start a family. Rita made a little ceremony of tossing her birth control pills into the trash. We fucked every night for a week. It seemed like things were perfect. I made a few short trips but was never gone more than two days.
As I was preparing to leave for a two week trip to the Midwest, Rita began bitching at me. I knew she was having her period and I tried to be patient.
“Why do you have to go for so long,” she whined. “It seems like a few days away from home would be enough. This isn’t fair!”
“Sweetheart, that is why I got the big raise, remember?” I chided. “That is why we can afford for you to stop working when you have a baby. Remember how you tossed your pills away a few weeks ago? You need to look at the silver lining in this cloud.”
“Just what is the silver lining, Kevin?” she asked.
“When I return, you should be ovulating and ready for me to breed, Baby. I will go without for the entire time and my sperm count will be through the roof!” I proclaimed.
“Well, that is true,” acknowledged Rita. “Just don’t beat off while you are in the hotel, okay? I want you to save your load for me!”
“I promise, Rita,” I responded. “I will be saving it all up for you and we will get you with child this month. I will be on a testosterone high! I’ll probably have blue balls, but you know how to take care of that problem.”
“I sure do, Kevin. You bring those balls back to me full and I will take very good care of them!” she promised.
I kept my promise to not choke the chicken while I was on the road. I did have to take a few cold showers to ease the temptation. It was especially bad after I spoke with Rita on the phone each night. Getting home and mounting Rita became my sole reason for life. I was possessed and obsessed. I had trouble focusing on my job.
About the fourth day, I realized I was losing time by being so preoccupied with thoughts of Rita. With great discipline, I began to push myself to concentrate and take care of business. I put in long days and by the end of the week I was ahead of schedule and feeling good about myself.
Still my calls home would inevitably leave me with a raging hard on and no relief but more cold showers. I was getting blue balls from freezing them every night!
I held to my course and by midweek, I had accomplished my goals. I wasn’t scheduled to return home until Friday evening so I had the prospect of sitting around in St. Paul waiting for Friday. My balls told me to find some alternative. With some effort I was able to book a flight home early Thursday. I decided to surprise my needy wife by suddenly appearing when she got home from work on Thursday. Then I would fuck her till she begged for mercy.
On the flight home I struck up a conversation with the fellow in the next seat. We were both baseball fans and soon we were deep in conversation about favorite teams of our youth. It seemed that the fellow, Roy, had a great baseball card collection but lacked a ‘Wally Moon” to complete his old Dodger team.
I remembered my old collection and that I had two Wally Moon cards. I offered to mail one to Roy and he was delighted with the prospect. I took his address before we parted with the promise of putting the card in the mail by Friday.
I took a cab home and tossed my bag in my closet, intending to unpack after I found the card I had promised to Roy. That meant I had to go into the guest room closet and climb a little ladder up and into the attic. My cards were in a shoebox someplace in all the treasures we had stored there.
That was when I heard the front door open and voices. It was only 1:30 in the afternoon, so Rita would still be at work. I grabbed my Duke Snyder bat that I had uncovered in my search and lay very still. If it was a burglar, he would be in for one big surprise!
“It’s okay, Dean. Kevin won’t be home for another day.”
It was Rita’s voice and she was talking to a person named Dean! I knew one of her superiors at work had that name. I had even met the guy once. He and his wife were at a company picnic I had attended with Rita last summer. He was a tall man, about my age and a bit more muscular. That was about all I could remember about him.
“As long as we don’t get caught, Rita. I want to sample that sweet ass of yours, but I don’t want some jealous husband to shoot me,” responded the guy named Dean.
“We don’t even have a gun, Dean. Don’t worry so much. You will be safe in my arms,” my loving wife told him.
I made a note to get a .357 as soon as possible. I was ready to climb down and put an end to what I feared wthey planned, when I heard something that stopped me cold.
“All I could think about last night was your big cock and how it filled me up,” Rita admitted to Dean. “I had your cum leaking from me all night. I made a mess of the bed and had to change the sheets this morning.”
It sounded like the damage had been done. I realized I was gripping the bat so hard my fingers were going to sleep. I decided to wait and kill them both in the act. I scooted over to a light above our bed. I had installed it, and as I usually do, I screwed it up. I had cut the hole too big for the light and had to promise Rita I would repair the hole so it would not show. And, as usual, I never got around to doing it.
I was able to see my bed from above. Rita came into view and sprawled naked on it. I was able to see the top of Dean’s head as he loomed above her.
“I love how tight that pussy is, Rita,” he said. “I want to fill you with more of my fuck juice!”
“Then get down here and start filling me, Big Boy,” she laughed. “You know I am not using any birth control, Dean. We are going to start a family.”
Dean groaned as Rita revealed her plans. He was poised at her opening as he chuckled, “I think I’ll give you a little head start, Sweetheart. I have knocked up my wife three times, so I know I am shooting live rounds.”
With that he pushed into Rita’s pussy, causing her to moan.
“Yes! Make me pregnant. Kevin will never know if you do. I want both of you to fuck me and if I get pregnant, it will be a toss up who did it.”
“You are so nasty, Rita. It makes me really horny,” moaned Dean as he began to pound my wife’s cunt. “There will be no doubt, though. I have a big advantage and I am going to use it. Old Kevin will be raising my kid. That excites me a lot!”
“I am getting close, Dean! Fuck me with that big cock and give me your baby!” Rita cried. “Father my child, you fucking stud. Fill me with cum. I want to feel you blast inside me!”
“You nasty fucking whore,” gasped Dean. “Take my sperm and start a baby for Kevin to raise!” I could see his ass flex as he emptied himself inside my wife.
“Oh, shit! I am cumming now!” screamed Rita. “You whore is cumming and probably pregnant. Fill my cunt, you damn stud!”
I had all I could do to not climb down and beat both of them to death! The woman I loved betrayed me. The guy was some piece of shit for trying to knock up another man’s wife. Old Duke was way too good for them. I just lay there in disbelief and watched and listened.
Dean rolled off Rita and started chuckling. Rita seemed pleased with herself as well. It was touching to see two people enjoy themselves so much.
“If it is a boy, will you name him Dean?” he asked. Maybe I would still climb down and bash his head in!
“I think that would be pushing it a bit,” laughed Rita. “Kevin won’t suspect anything if I don’t do anything stupid. The baby can look just like you and he would never suspect. He is very trusting and loyal.”
“That makes him different from you, doesn’t it, you bitch?” replied Dean. “You cuckold him and will even have another man’s baby. Loyal isn’t in your make up!”
“Dean! You will hurt my feelings,” grinned Rita. “At least it would hurt if it weren’t true. I know my place as your slut. Maybe I’ll have several of your babies. That way they will all look alike and no one will suspect anything. How does that sound?”
“You little whore! I’ll knock you up as often as you want, as long as Kevin raises them. I don’t want my kids lacking for anything,” mused Dean.
“Don’t worry there. Kevin will make a wonderful father and will be devoted to your kids,” Rita said.
“Now that we have the kids’ futures settled, suck my cock hard again,” urged Dean. “I want to add a little insurance that my guys get to your egg first.
I watched as Rita leaned over and took Dean into her mouth. I released the bat and eased my way back to the opening to the attic. I climbed down and walked out the door. I felt ill and confused. If I had been hit by a truck, the pain would have been less.
I was wandering down a side street when I saw the car that had been in my driveway pass down the main street. I knew it had to be Dean and it seemed likely that Rita would be with him. She still had to get her car. I quickly headed for home to get my bag.
As I walked I used my cell to call a cab. By the time I had pulled my bag from the closet where I had dropped it, the cab was blowing its horn. I glanced at the bed and saw stains on the sheets. Feeling a renewed pain, I hurried out and slid into the cab.
I went to a hotel near work and checked in. Then I bought a case of beer and finished it off by seven. The next thing I knew it was morning and I had one hell of a headache. It became apparent that drinking was not going to solve my problems or relieve my suffering. I went out and ate a late breakfast and thought about my situation.
I had a good job and was a few years shy of 40. My health was good. I had always thought of myself as mentally tough. This would be a test, and it was a test I had to pass. I needed some measure of justice. Some might call it revenge. I had no desire for collateral damage, but it realized it was a distinct possibility.
My cell phone rang and it startled me. I looked at the ID and saw it was Rita. I swallowed the piece of toast in my mouth and answered.
“I called last night and you didn’t answer, Kevin,” she complained. “You weren’t out chasing some young girl, were you?”
“That is the least of your worries,” I replied. “You know how loyal I am.”
“That’s funny! I was telling someone that just the other day, Kevin. That is one of you best traits. Are you going to be flying in this evening? I can’t wait to get you in bed, Sweetheart. We have some unfinished business. You are going to make me a mother this weekend!”
