I was pissed just thinking about her. "She is such a little fucking bitch. And you know what, Fred?" I asked him incredulously, "She just can't fucking listen to me. No matter what I ask her to do, she does the opposite fucking thing. She only started wanting me to screw her in the ass when she decided she didn't want any kids and I did."
Fred lifted his eyes from his beer. "Tony," he asked me with unusual interest for Fred, "she lets you screw her in the ass?"
"Yeah. But Fred that's not the point. A few months ago I asked her, 'Honey, you're ovulating. Let's try for a baby, ok?' She pissed and moaned about childbirth and all that other bullshit."
"Wait a sec, Tony," Fred interrupted me again. "I always wondered, is it better in the ass?
"I'll get to that okay? I'm trying to tell you something. This shit's more important to me than screwing my bitch in the ass. Damn! So anyway, she says to me,
"'Why don't you just fuck me in the asshole?'
"I mean, I guess maybe she sees getting fucked in the ass as less painful than giving birth, but I just don't see how it could come to that-- how she could take that away from me. Horny as I was, of course I sodomized the little whore, but now she never lets me fuck her regular, it always has to be in the ass. I just don't get it. I asked her for years to let me bang her in the ass, but she could only give it to me out of spite. Of course I like it in her ass, but don't you think she could give me some of the regular sex from time to time? What a little bitch, right?"
Fred was nodding his head as I condemned my wife to him, and I waited for some agreement from my friend, but he was still stuck on the original point.
"I don't get it Tony. The chick lets you cram it in her poopshoot and you fucking complain about it? Fuck! Just get it any way you can, Tony. I don't know why you're so fucking dumb. If a broad like that asked me to fuck her anywhere, I blow my load just thinking about her juice - whatever hole it's in. And this is an asshole where talking about here - forbidden country. And she lets you in there every day? I'd be all over that if I were you. I mean, that's pretty fucking cool."
Now Fred was really pissing me off. I mean, not only was he not fucking paying attention to the point of the story, he was obsessing over my wife's holes. I mean, what a little prick, right?
"Man, don't you fucking listen?" I was raising my voice. "I'm not bragging to you about the fact that my wife lets me fuck her in the ass. I'm fucking complaining that she won't give me a fucking kid or even fucking pussy."
I grabbed my jacket and said as I put it on, "You, sir, are an asshole." What a fucking prick.
"Fuck you if you're going to be a fucking dick about it," he said in reaction. "I was just saying."
I got in my car and left. I went down to the Old Mill to have a few drinks. I only go there when I'm pissed at Fred because his ex-wife's new husband owns the place and I know he wouldn't dare make an appearance. When I go drinking, I usually hang out until close but I decided to leave around one because I was thinking about all that shit with my wife.
What I really wanted was to hold her, not just screw her. Maybe it's that I feel so damn close to her when I'm inside her. Anyway, I decided to go to bed, where I knew she'd be. The whole house was dark, but I was used to it, so I found my way up to my room allright. Now this is where it gets fucked up. When I get into the fucking thing, I feel a wet spot right on my back.
"What the fuck?" I asked myself, jumping up and sniffing a whiff from my finger. And you know what? It was fucking cum! A big, juicy, wet load of jizz, right in my own fucking bed and I knew it wasn't mine. Fuck! One last thing to check. She was laying on her back, so I went behind her and positioned my finger at the opening of her slit. Her pussy was leaking cum. It took very little effort to inset my finger into her pussy.
At my stimulation, she shifted, spread her legs a little, and whispered tiredly, 'Don't you boys think you filled me enough tonight? How much cum do you think it takes to make a baby?'
Make a baby?
I was, I admit, very pissed. I mean, what a little bitch, right? But I was also very horny and my wife was laying in a prone condition. So I slid another finger into her juicy hole. 'Oh, allright,' she sighed. 'But I think that Tony'll be home soon, so make it quick and get out of here.' Oh, that little fucking tramp, I thought. Am I ever going to fucking lay it on her when I'm done, I thought as I struggled out of my clothes. I rubbed my cockhead around the slimy perimeter of her cunt. With no effort at all, I slid my dick into a place it hadn't been in months. But her pussy, which was usually very tight, felt barely present.
But what was lost in grip was gained in warmth and wetness. Cum squished from out of her pussy with each thrust. Her pussy was wet and hot, and I pushed my dick all the way in until my balls slapped against her clit and other men's semen ran down them and dripped back onto my wife. Still without looking at me, she reached around and felt my swinging, cum-covered balls with her fingers. She traced two fingers along the base of my cock, collecting a small pool of sperm and brought it to her mouth to eat. "Mmmmmmmm...good baby juice," she moaned with approval. She raised her ass in the air more, so I could fuck her better. I pushed the cheeks of her red ass upward so I could get a better angle and rammed her with full force. My body was shaking hers with every forward thrust and I pounded her like I never have before.
"Oh, God, Fuck me! I want your cum in me! Shoot your load in me! I want to feel your cum," she screamed as I slammed my cock in as deep as I could and felt my cock quiver as it shot load after load of cum against the back of her womb, where it met with unknown other semen. She sighed and slumped back down to the position she was in when I got there.
"Now get out of here before my husband gets back. The bar'll close soon."
I don't know why I did it. I should have given her hell right there. I could have been anyone fucking her and she wouldn't have cared. I mean, what a little fucking slut! But I said nothing. I thought I'd make a game of it. I got up, put on my pants and pretended to leave. I waited a few minutes, came noisily through the front door and walked into the bedroom with a feigned drunken stupor.
"Hey, dollface," I said, turning on the light and smiling lewdly at my condescending wife, "Fancy a fuck?"