This story is so way far over the top, it is almost suborbital.
No one under eighteen, any resemblance to anyone living, dead or living dead is just coincidental and this is a work of fiction. Please remember to place tongue firmly in cheek when reading. Keep all arms and legs and tentacles in, and enjoy the ride. Buckle up, insanity ahead. You have been warned. Try to be civil in your commentary.
Pillow
She always was a people pleaser. When we got married, we had a whirlwind courtship, and she was so, so beautiful, my Amelia. It was us, we two, Ralph and Amelia Merkle against the world. Oh, how I miss those good times!
She loved me, I loved her. She turned out to absolutely love sex. She loved making me happy. We made love, we fucked like crazy, she was a fantastic cocksucker. She would suck my cock for hours on end, get me close, let me be, get me closer, let me be again! Until I exploded and came like a sperm geyser! She even took it in her ass, and she came in her rectum like a rocket. She really loved to fuck. When I ate her out, she would scream so loud the neighbors called the cops, they thought I was killing her! She told the neighbors that I was just a fantastic lover. She would try to buy a gag for her mouth. They said it was ok. The wife checked me out all the time after that! The husband never left me alone with her, ever!
Life being life, it wasn't all roses and champagne. We had four children. Kids are so tough. There's never enough time, never enough money, always lots of trials and tribulations. Somehow we got through it all. I started my own construction business. I worked like a madman, always trying to get ahead, to take good care of my loving wife and family. My company went up and down with the economy.
In the boom times, we were flush, in the bad times, Amelia saved our asses by getting a job at an insurance agency. It wasn't much, but it was the difference between eating and not eating! Her job was very important to our family.
Those slow times, I was almost like a stay-at-home dad. I made damn sure the home was spotless, and dinner was on the table. I may have been Mr. Mom, but I made damn sure the home was taken care of. I also looked for work, but being a contractor, many places were reluctant to hire someone that would be sure to leave, as soon as things picked up.
Sometimes, Amelia would be late, you could see the exhaustion on her face. I knew she was working hard. She said a shower would help her feel better, would I mind? Of course I said yes. Amelia would come out of the shower in her robe, grab my head and stick it between her big tits. Oh yeah! She would suck me in the kitchen, while the kids did homework in the living room. She had me against the door, and she had her pillow for her knees. She really loved to suck cock! I often wondered if she wanted to suck cock as her main job, she liked it so damn much! But I had a very dirty mind!
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Over the years, I stayed pretty much the same weight and if anything, I wound up way, way stronger from all the physical work that was required of me. Gym? Ha! I never had the time. I built the fucking gyms! I had iron arms and chiseled six pack abs. I used to go to karate classes, and I got to black belt, but life threw all kinds of hard curves at me. I had to quit for lack of time, not interest or skill. Nobody in their right mind ever fucked with me. A druggy tried to mug me, he wound up in intensive care. A drunk approached my wife, saying she was such a terrific cocksucker, would she mind? I put him to bed. With a damned vengeance, I knocked his ass out! If only I had known... he was really dead on correct.
I just didn't have time for any karate classes. I was much more interested in seeing my children's accomplishments, going to baseball games, to plays, to football games. And I loved my darling wife. I made damn sure she was sexually satisfied, every single chance I got. Those things I made time for. Those things were very important to me. If I got the chance now and then, after all the important things in my life were done, I would go to the dojo and work out, and take an advanced class with the master, in exchange for my helping teach the students. That was always fun for me, to see young people advance in their karate skills. It didn't cost me anything except an hour of time. What I wouldn't give for those hours back, that I could have changed anything! But, "Coulda-Woulda-Shoulda!" means you can't change the past. You must learn to live with your mistakes, especially the ones you didn't even know you made!
Amelia didn't fare as well. She put on a fair amount of weight. She wound up a little fat, but almost all of it was in her big bust and her very sexy behind. I made damn sure she knew how much I loved her, and not just sexually, but from the heart and soul too. I thought she loved me. I thought...
We still burned up the sheets when we could find the time, and the energy. Once in a while, she would drop off the kids at school and dash over to my jobsite. If I saw her coming I would throw everyone out of the work trailer and she and I would do the nasty. If pressed for time, I would eat her pussy right up on the drafting table.
Amelia loved to suck my cock, she would get on her knees and suck my dick dry. But with her weight increase, it was tough on her knees. She had brought a pillow for her comfort as she fellated me. It was always in her car. I got a spare for the mobile office. Life was good. She used that pillow a lot! The woman loved to suck my cock. She was on her knees all the time. Amelia was such a great cocksucker. Too bad I didn't know that she was a world record cocksucker! Not just world-class, but actually a Guinness world record holder in cocksucking numbers! If only I would have known.
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For twenty-three years, life was good. Then one day it wasn't. That fateful day started out with a bang. My work generator just exploded. .. -BOOM!- It was deader than a doornail. My Mr Fix-It guy tried his best, but it was a lost cause, it was beyond hope of repair. We still tried to fix it. The generator guys couldn't make it until the next morning, so I just ordered a new one, we would just scrap the old one if we had to. If the generator guys actually fixed it, we would just keep it as a spare.We were not yet wired to the power grid, so we all had an unscheduled day off, not exactly terrific, but at 10 am, I had done everything I could do. I finally said fuck it. Time to go home. We would regroup tomorrow.
I would surprise my wife. I would take her to lunch, maybe she could play hooky with me in the afternoon! It was not going to go that way. The surprise went vice versa. It was the last day of my marriage. It was almost the last day of my life, or at least it felt that way.
"Fuck it. Go visit your wonderful wife," I thought. So I jumped in my "R and A Construction" truck and went over to Amelia's insurance office.What a huge mistake that was. I had no idea. I was about to find out the hard way.
I got there, and Amelia was nowhere to be seen. Her car was right out front. Not a sign of Amelia. There was a secretary in front. She was a very statuesque blond named Colleen. I had met her many, many years ago at the Christmas party. Colleen had a couple of drinks. She had come up to me and kissed me hard on the lips. She had the mistaken idea that we had an open marriage, and she really wanted to try me out! She was a bit drunk, and she was determined to fuck me! I gently told her no, no, not at all. She kissed me on the cheek. She admitted that she was very, very attracted to me. Amelia and I were conventional in our marital relationship. She said if I ever change my mind...Oh how wrong I was! They say hindsight is twenty-twenty. If I knew then what I know now...
"Hi Colleen! Long time, no see! I'm looking for my better half. Have you seen her?" She had a look of pure panic on her face. Like I was the devil or something. That was weird. She looked like she didn't know what to do. She was very flustered. She was flushed like she was totally embarrassed.
"Ralph! What are you doing here! Um, ahh... well...I'm not, ahh...sure exactly ahh, where she is at the, um moment. Let me ring Carl." Colleen looked very, very flustered. I could see something was very much amiss here. But what? Where the hell was Amelia? Her car was right out front.
"Carl, Ralph Merkel's here looking for his WIFE. He's out front here. Have you seen Amelia?" No answer. There seemed to be a bad connection as all kinds of noise came through, stuff falling and quick breathing.
"Tell him I'm not here." Came my wife's whispered reply. I'd know her voice anywhere. What the fuck? What the hell did she mean, she's not here? Something outrageous was going on in that office this very second. I was quickly getting upset. My blood pressure was rising geometrically. I'm like a volcano, slow to anger, but when my limits are exceeded...I go off in spectacular fashion, not unlike an explosion or a volcano! That is exactly what was happening.
"What the fuck Amelia, I'm right here. I'm coming in!" I went to her boss's door. It was locked. I took a fist and banged on the door. "Open this fuckin door right now!" I beat on that door like a madman.
Thirty long seconds went by. It felt like two years. I was about to break down the door, when it opened. There was Carl, looking disheveled. I saw my wife, hair messed up. Lipstick smeared. The room reaked of sex. You could smell the sex from ten feet away! I walked in, and there on the floor in front of the desk, was a pillow! A PILLOW! HER PILLOW. THE PILLOW WITH ONLY ONE USE! WHATTHEFUCK! I WAS SO FUCKING PISSED OFF NOW AND GETTING EVEN MORE SO VERY QUICKLY! "SOMEBODY'S GOING TO DIE OVER THIS SHIT!!" I shouted at the dirty cheating couple. I just exploded.
Anger flowed into me like a tidal wave. I saw red. There would be hell to pay now! The adrenaline that went through my veins was secondary to my anger, which was off the fucking scale.
Carl did not see my fist in his face. I laid him out with one punch. He is so lucky I did not kill him. Perhaps I should have. Colleen rushed to her bosses side, as did Amelia. I was red faced and seething mad. I never hit a woman before, but I came very damned close that day. Angels had stayed my fist. They kept me from committing murder. But not by much. My anger seethed. I was truly losing it. My righteous indignation was going very nuclear. My hands were shaking in white hot fists of RAGE. I was the definition of hopping mad.
"How could you? Amelia, it was supposed to be you and me against the world! How long has this been going on?! How FUCKING long has this shit been going on?!" I was loud enough to be heard in Cleveland. Amelia began to cry. There was red blood on my fist where I had punched Carl. I actually thought about killing him.
