Randy came home late in the afternoon, long after Manny left. He was all eager to hear about the details, but I didn't wanna talk about it. That upset him.
I wasn''t being coy or nothing, I just felt uncomfortable telling my husband about how I enjoyed having that Manny slut-fuck me all over the house. Randy kept needlin' me about it so I let out a few incidents like what went on in the bedroom and the ass-fuckin' I took by the kitchen sink.
Randy had fucked me in those same ways often and I figured that would satisfy his curiosity. He asked if there was more and I got irritated.
"Yeah Randy! There was more. Shit on a stick! Hell, we fucked all over the house. I sucked him and fucked him and I loved it. He was fantastic and I wanna fuck him again. He made me feel like a hot horny cum-lovin' slut and I lovvvvDUH! swallowin' his sweet jizz, juusta lettin' his little slimy critters swim down my cum-hungry throat. Okay!
"Is that enuf for ya? Now if you don't mind, I don't wanna dwell on it anymore just now."
I was determined not to tell him about the incident on the back porch. I knew that violated Randy's instructions. I was to have sex only inside the house. Anyway, I didn't wanna do it out on the back steps, that was Manny prodding me n pulling me out there.
I was embarrassed that old Mr. Robles had probably been peeking at us from his bathroom window and dreaded a meeting with him.
That didn't take long. The following day, around 4 pm, a Monday, I was walking to the mailbox island with my daughter. I was dressed simple, big baggy denim shorts and a XX-large yellow t-shirt. There was a ice cream truck working the neighborhood and my daughter was pesterin' for a Creamsicle. I kept tellin' her to wait. She persisted like 10-year-old girls will.
Mr. Robles come walking up at an angle to my off my left, also on his way to the mailbox it appeared. I had a sinkin' feelin in my gut. Shit, I thought. Here it comes.
He was in some old stained green plaid shorts and a blue guayabera shirt the didn't cover his big ole' beer gut very well at all. He looked ridiculous. The man was in his early 50s, a tile-cutter and installer by trade.
We got to the mailbox island about the same time and said our 'Hellos.' I was turning the key to my box and him just standin' there, he says: "Funny, Miss Teresa but my eyes I think the other night they play tricks on me. I see strange things. Very indecent things. You maybe know what I see?"
Well, mama instincts went into full alert. I took my baby aside, opened my purse. "Honey, here's two bills, now why don't you run over to that ice cream truck n get somethin for you and your brother?"
She was hoppin' up and down as happys as innocence pleases and asked me if I didn't want somethin too. How sweet, always thinkin' of her mama! I said "No, none for me baby, now you just run along."
Soon as she was out of hearing, I turned and stepped up to Mr. Robles and said, "Now see here, what went on on my back porch Saturday was none of yor beeswax, you horny old bean-farter. What were you doin' lookin into my backyard anyhow!"
I was hopin' if I took the offensive, he'd back off. Didn't work.
"You back yard, Miss, is public view to me. And more than that, the man for who you act like puta, he was no your husband. I have good eyes Miss Teresa." He smiled like he had something on me and my red face just got redder. "Maybe I should tell Randy his purisima Teresa, the faithful church-going woman, she is a most unfaithful little puta? Maybe he want know you like other man's cock eh-screwing you mouth, eh?"
He was leering, smilin' lookin' at my tits after he'd looked me dead in the eye and called me a whore in spanish, twice. His right hand was caressing his hard cock in his shorts and I couldn't resist. I kneed the old fart in the nads.
"You fuckin' asshole. Go on and tell my husband what you please. I don't give a damn. You will talk to me with a little more respect and don't ever bring up this kind of conversation when my daughter is present!"
I stuffed my mail in my tote bag and marched off toward the ice cream truck.
Back home with the children, I tried to get some satisfaction from the sight of Robles doubled over, hands on knees in pain. It gave me a grin, but mostly I felt the tension of knowing it wouldn't end there. Kneeing a man in the nads ain't usually a good idea.
I was stressed enough as things were. Randy and I had been bickering for some weeks now. He didn't sleep with me. We might have sex, but once the fuckin' was done, I'd get agitated and push him out of bed. He'd go off in a huff to the sofa and once he just left the house all night, wouldn't tell me later where he was and that just made it worse.
When Randy got home he was quiet and distant. He had been getting that way. This exercise of me fucking Manny wasn't what he had expected. I felt compelled to break the ice, so after I made him dinner and got the dishes washed I sat with him while he watched TV.
I changed first. Took a quick shower and slipped into a long all cotton print house dress and no panties or bra under it. I sat on the sofa and lay a hand on his thigh.
"How you feelin' Randy?" I asked softly.
He looked my way but not at me. "Okay I guess."
"You wanna talk about what me 'n Manny did some more?"
"Not really, babe. I guess you got a right to some secrets."
"Well," I sucked it up and decided to tell him. "There was one kinda important part I left out. You did talk to Manny about it, too, didn't ya?"
"Yeah, I did. His version was 'bout same as yours."
"Did he mention he drug me out to the back deck and fucked me doggy style over the rail?"
He snapped his head and this time he did look at me, "No shit?"
I blushed a little and my heart went pitter-patter. I half expected Manny had already told him and was a little surprised to actually be the bearer of news.
"The light was off and it was not my doin' honey, but he did me out there, rode me hard and I was completely naked when he fucked me."
"Hot damn," he said, just takin' it in with eyes wide.
"The thing is (i puased and tensed up) Mr. Robles next door, he was a peekin' Tom lookin at us through his bathroom window,"
I said trying to sound aggrieved about it, squeaking my voice and lookin' sorrowful. "I saw his head up against the window and I kept tellin' Manny we shouldn't be out there, that this was outside and Randy wouldn't like it."
My hand settled on his cock and I felt it grow.
"Are you upset, baby?" I asked.
His jaw twitched and he said, "Yeah, I am upset. Here I wanted to do all this to watch you fuck another guy and the first one gets to see you do that is that fat-ass old man! Shit, baby. That ain't right!"
I squeezed his cock and said in a coo-like voice, "I knowww, sweet baby. I know. And I wanna make it right. I wanna make my man happy with me again. I wanna do it just like you want it. Now why don't you think on this a moment and tell me what it is exactly you want me to do right now."
I stroked his hard on and pulled up my dress to my stomach and let him watch me finger my pussy. "What nasty thing do you wanna do to your slutty wife, Randy?"
There was a long pause and then he said, "It's my turn to fuck you on the back deck, but this time with the light on. You never fucked with ME out back!"
I froze. I wasn't expecting that. I felt a knot in my throat. "Now, baby. That was indecent of him and not my doin' - he drug me out there against my will."
"Shit, you coulda stopped him if you really wanted to. Let's do it out back."
I thought of the kids. They were in their bedroom playin' video games. "The kids are still up."
"We'll wait til they go to bed. Just be another couple hours and they'll be asleep," he said.
I felt trapped into agreeing. "Okay, baby. If that's what you want."
Then I offered to take him to the bedroom for a little cocksucking, hoping he'd be spent before we got to the back deck, but he refused. He wanted to "save himself," he said.
Two hours was a long time to think about what was gonna happen and I didn't handle it well.
My anxiety built up inside me, givin' me jitters. I pulled out the tequila and threw back a shotglass full. I decided to dress sexier, get out of this frumpy dress.
I put on a pair of polyester and spandex blue bikini shorts that showed half my ass and a old white spandex tubetop. That revved Randy's motor up and he cornered me in the utility room while I was putting away some trash and pressed me against the backdoor leadin' to the backyard deck and dry humped my asscrack, teasin' us both into a horny state. But it wasn't time and I had to push him off me after a couple minutes of that nasty nonsense.
I was in a pickup-mode, as in pick this up and pick that up, sortin' and cleanin' house. Randy sat back on the sofa and enjoyed my ass jigglin' around the room. Around 10:30 our son came out of his room and that embarrassed me. I wasn't dressed proper and this wasn't the way he normally saw his mom.
He was 12 and a half and I was in the living room thinking fast on my feet, hearing his steps come down the short hallway.
I snatched the throw covering the back of the sofa and held it from one end, my white knuckles at my neck and the throw coverin' an indecently dressed mommy. He came around the corner the next split-second.
I scolded him for leavin' his room, even though it wasn't fair to him to have me screechin' at him.
"Git on back to your, no, you know what, it's time for bath. Go take a shower and get ready for bed!"
"Mom! It's only 10:30 and its summer!"
I wouldn't have him talk me out of it. I scurried for a bathrobe to cover my ass and confronted him again, as he was ignoring my orders the way a stubborn child will. The little willfull brat.
I got him marching off to the shower and then went to check on my baby girl. She was distractin' herself with a coloring book. I had her go to the kitchen for her peanut butter and jelly on toast and a cup of milk, her before bedtime ritual. She was obedient about it and looked a little weary-eyed, so I was encouraged by that.
About a quarter after 11 pm, they was both off to dreamland and I came to the living room to give Randy the report. I pulled back the bathrobe to show him again how slutty I was dressed and rubbed the skin-bustin' fabric over the bulging camel-toe shape of my pussy.
"The kiddies are asleep, Randyyyyy!"
He smiled and stood up, embraced me. I took a deep breath and asked, "You sure you wanna fuck me over the back deck rail, baby? Cuz, I gotta tell you I ain't totally comfy with that. What if old man Robles peeks at me again?"
He giggled like an idiot and said, "Baby, I'm countin' on that."
