I was sitting across my desk from one of my clients who was going through a messy divorce. He wanted to change the beneficiaries on his life insurance policies and whatever else had to be done for any of the other insurance I had sold him. He was also venting his anger on how she had cheated on him and how he had caught her. One thing I had learned as a salesman is to let the client talk and find out what other kind of insurance I could sell to him. He said,
"She was so damn dumb, and so was I until realized what she must have been doing.
Our sex life was good until I woke up to the fact that every Tuesday and Thursday night I couldn't get laid. Every other night she never refused me and she fucked me like a bunny but never on those two nights. On Tuesday nights she told me that she always stopped for a drink with the people from her office on the way home and I always got a take out dinner. On Thursdays it was a night out with the girls so she left me to clean up after dinner while she rushed out. One Thursday night after she had been out with the 'girls' I wouldn't take no for an answer and I practically raped her. I shoved into her with no foreplay and she was as wet and loose as could be and when I pulled out she had to hold her hand under herself as she ran to the bathroom to clean up. It was then that I realized she must have been carrying a double load. I never said a word to her about my suspicions and the next Thursday girl's night I followed her to a local motel and the 'girl' that opened the door to the room she entered was a six foot hunk. She wrapped herself around him before the door was closed. By the time she came home at midnight her stuff was out on the lawn."
I commiserated with him and changed his life policies and made a note to change the house and auto ones when they finally reached a settlement. When he left I bid him good luck and he congratulated me on my good marriage and good fortune. As I drove home that night my mind wandered back to that conversation and I felt very good about my wife and our love life. We made love about four or five times a week, never on a schedule, and then it hit me; never on a Wednesday night. How could I have been so blind? We have two kids both in elementary school so she had her days to herself. She kept the house clean and was a wonderful cook and mother and did various volunteer and charity work. As far as I have ever known she led a perfectly normal life including her weekly bridge game every Wednesday. I knew that they played at each woman's home on a rotating schedule, so what could she be doing to make her not want sex with me on Wednesday nights? I decided I wasn't going to go through the routine of hiring a detective or hiding tape recorders or video cameras; I would just confront her and see what happens. So after dinner I said,
"Who is he?"
"Who is who? What are you talking about?"
"Who is the guy you are screwing?"
"I'm not screwing any guy. Are you crazy?"
"Every time I want to make love on a Wednesday, you always turn me down. I want to know who he is."
I could tell by her face that I was getting close but she answered,
"There is no guy."
"Then what the hell is going on Wednesdays that prevents sex with me that evening?"
Now I knew I asked the right question. She went pale as a ghost.
"I am too sore and too stretched."
"Too sore? Too stretched? Where?"
"In my pussy."
"Who are you fucking that is big enough to do that? I thought you played bridge on Wednesdays with three women."
"There are no men."
"Are you telling me that you are fucking one of the women?"
"No."
"Then who are you fucking?"
"All of them."
I looked at her like she was from another world. This was my wife confessing to an affair with three other women! She couldn't even look me in the eye when she said it. I was trying to control my temper when I said,
"I am trying not to lose my cool and keep from throwing your ass and all your belongings out onto the front lawn. I think you owe me some kind of explanation. Are you a lesbian now? Do you want a divorce?"
"No honey, I love you and I love having sex with you. You have to admit that our love life is as good as or better than when we first married. I don't want to lose you."
"Then you better start telling me what is going on. Start at the beginning."
"Do you remember when we moved here four years ago Marlene came over to welcome us with a cake she also invited me into the neighborhood bridge game."
"Sure I remember that," I answered.
"Well it started out just four women, only playing bridge. We would start at ten in the morning, break for lunch at noon and play until about 2:30 and get home before the kids came home from school. The lunch breaks were short and naturally there was some neighborhood gossip. After about a year the gossip gave way to comparing our sex lives and Sylvia started bragging about how good hers was because her husband was so big."
"What are you talking about? I have seen Herb; he is shorter than I am."
"No honey, she was talking about his penis."
"How big is it?"
"That was our question and the way she described it none of us would believe her. We laughed at her and said no one could be that big. The next week we played at Sue's and when we broke for lunch the topic of conversation was again about the size of Herb's penis and Sue said,
"I was in an adult shop and I saw this and had to buy it to show it to you girls because of last weeks conversation. She took out this huge penis mounted on a strap on and held it out in front of Sylvia and challenged her. Is this as big as Herb?"
Sylvia looked at it and after a pause said.
"Almost."
"That broke everyone up. We were all laughing and saying that no one could take that monster into their pussy."
Sylvia said, "I do it all the time."
"None of us would believe her and after arguing back and forth the challenge went out,
"Prove it."
Sylvia looked at us and I could see the determination in her face when she said,
"OK but you will all be a bunch of jealous bitches when I do"."
She took off her jeans and panties and took the strap on in her hands and placed the head of the dildo against her pussy. She said,
"I can't get this thing into me like this. I am too dry. Herb and I always have a lot of foreplay." Marlene said,
"I'll help you." and she started to fondle Sylvia's breasts. "Take off your sweater and bra."
Sylvia was now naked and we could see how hard her nipples were getting. She said,
"Maybe if you were wearing the strap on it would feel more natural."
"So Marlene undressed and Sue and I helped her put on the strap on. Now this thing has a part that fits into the wearer's pussy and presses against her clit and as we adjusted it on her we could see Marlene getting aroused and I have to admit we were too. Soon Marlene
was kissing Sylvia and the cock was between Sylvia's thighs. Both of them were beginning to moan and Sylvia was rubbing her clit and cunt on the monster cock." She finally said,
"I'm ready now, fuck me."
She lay down on the rug, on her back, and Marlene knelt between her thighs and slowly inserted the monster. Marlene is a big woman and her tits are very pendulous. They hung so far down that Sylvia was able to suck on them as she was being fucked. Sue and I watched her slow fuck Sylvia and both of us were fingering ourselves, we were so turned on. I looked at Sue and she returned my look and we came into each others arms and started kissing and fingering and fondling each other. All four of us came at the same time. Before the afternoon was over Marlene had fucked the three of us. We could all take the monster and it was incredibly arousing and we knew we were going to do it again; in fact we never played bridge again. The only trouble was I was stretched out and sore and turned you down that night but I made it up to you every other night thereafter.
"Darling, I love you. I don't want to lose you. Don't throw me out. I'll give up the bridge game. I'll do anything you want to stay with you."
"I can't tell you how furious I am with you. I'm too angry to make a decision now, Go to bed, I will be up later."
I sat in my home office half the night before I made up my mind and went to bed. When I laid down next to her she turned towards me and asked,
"Have you come to a decision?"