Things had kind of leveled out. It was 1988. I had my three children. The youngest that came after my neighbor knocked me up was definitely brighter and a little cuter than the two I had with my husband. No longer needing to fear getting pregnant I pretty much fucked any man that showed an interest. There were a lot of those. Casual sex with strangers, neighbors, even some of my husband's friends. We'd go home to North Carolina for holidays. I had four there that I'd try to fuck every time I'd get home.
My husband would be hanging with his old classmates and drinking. His Mom would want the kids. I'd slip off to get some local cock. Bill would take me to some bar to dance, then get too drunk to dance with me. I'd end up fucking a couple of guys in their cars out back. One guy told me that he had fucked my Mom several years earlier. That was creepy. I still let him cum in me.
I had started a secret journal with the names of men and would mark each time they fucked me. The guy that I fucked that said he had fucked my Mom was number 44 to fuck me. I had ended my last story at twelve. You can see I kept up a good pace with men.
Bill's mom thought all three of my kids were her grandkids. She actually liked my youngest the best that wasn't her grandkid at all.
We had moved. My oldest had started school. Number 46 was my next door neighbor Chuck. After slipping around a couple of times so he could fuck me he started coming home for lunch. He'd go out his back door, out his gate and in my gate. Once in my house my two kids still at home would be playing or otherwise distracted so we could fuck. This is a regular thing five afternoons a week now. His wife thinks it's nice he can save a little money on lunch and check on the house. I think it's nice that I can spend the afternoon with his seed in me before my husband comes home from work.
That was always nice, but I needed some new cock in me on a regular basis. My kid's teacher was fair game. I met his wife at an after school event. She was a teacher, too. Kind of a snotty bitch because her parents came from money. It took her husband and me a while for us to ever get alone. I did end up fucking him a few times. He was number 47.
There have been several since them. My journal said I was at number 52 when my husband took me and the kids to look for a used dresser chest for the kids clothes. Bill suggested we look at used stuff at a store almost downtown, but not far from home. I always wanted to go in the place. It stood four stories tall and covered a half a block. I loved antiques and was in heaven. It was the most fun I'd had without a cock buried between my legs.
Bill was holding up pretty well as I looked around. He was holding my son and had the other two under control. A man and woman were looking at some high end stuff. As we looked around we kept crossing paths. The husband was becoming disgusted with his wife's attitude as she berated the furniture and the salesman. The husband worked his way up the stairs to the second floor. I had worked my way deeper in the store when I saw another stair.
I tried to look causal but hurry. He seemed to be heading my way. The guy was quite the player. We met in front of an old couch.
"Pretty quiet up here. Good to get away from the wife anyway."
"She does seem to be a bit much. It is quiet up here. I don't think anyone else is around."
"If anyone came up the stairs we would hear them."
"If we don't make much noise I'm sure we'd hear them." I smiled.
"So, how much time do you think we would have if I laid you out on the couch? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Hell, maybe an hour?"
"I hope it is an hour."
I pulled my panties off from under my dress.
"If someone walks up on us I'll have to go home without any."
I pushed my underwear under the cushion, laid back and spread my legs for him. He unzipped and pulled out a hefty cock that must have been eight inches. The head slid between my outer lips and into my pussy. We fucked at pace that wasn't going to last an hour. In about ten minutes he thrust deep, grunted, and flooded my cunt with his seed.
As we stood up their was no sign of my husband or his wife from downstairs.
I flipped my dress over my back. With my knees on the cushion and my elbows of the back of the couch I presented my cleanly shaved fresh fucked cunt for him to access from behind.
"Do you think you can fire another load in there?" I teased.
The idea of him shooting another load of sperm in me seemed to do the trick. The head of his cock plunged deep inside me. I could hear his wife talking near the stairs when he pounded hard and dumped the second load. As the stairs creaked I grabbed my panties and ran over to another aisle. Her husband ran towards the other stairs.
I couldn't put my underwear on because I knew the crotch would get heavily soaked with cum with two loads in me. If I wiped with them I'd have to throw them away. I wasn't going to hide and make it look suspicious. His wife's heels clicked on the wood floors. I let myself be seen.
"Hi." I greeted her.
"Hello. Have you seen my husband? He's wearing a yellow shirt."
Then she described someone I had just let fuck me while she bitched downstairs.
"Oh, I think he went that way a little bit ago. I think there are stairs at the other end."
We stood with about twenty feet of furniture between us looking at each other. I felt sperm start to leak from my slit. I moved my feet apart to let a little splatter on the floor. It was her husband's sperm. It almost made me cum thinking about the situation.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you. My man's a bit of a skirt chaser. I get a little jealous when I see someone pretty like you and I'm not sure where he is."
Her heels chattered on down the aisle leaving me to decide how to clean myself up. Keeping my pussy shaved meant I could shove a couple of fingers in myself and lick our cum from them. Using the side of my finger I could squeegee the cum off my outer lips. I put my panties in my purse because I could feel more up in there. I explored a little longer and returned to Bill and the kids.
"Have fun?" He asked.
"I could do this every weekend. I really like this place."
"The owner didn't have a chest like we wanted, but he said to keep checking back."
He handed me my child from another man's seed. I smiled. You have to love a guy like that. A little of the stranger's cum escaped my cunt lips and trickled down my thigh.
I let my husband fuck me that night and again on Sunday.
Chuck and I had lunch and fucked everyday the next week. It was like a newlywed thing, him coming home for lunch and us fucking except he wasn't my husband and I wasn't his wife.
Saturday came around a Bill and I talked about what we wanted to do and what groceries we had to get. I told him I wanted to stop by to check on a dresser again.
"You didn't get through the whole store did you?" He asked.
"Heavens no! I barely got started. I never got to the upper two floors."
Then came a shock and surprise.
"You are with the kids all week. Why don't I take them to do the shopping? You take the car and check out the old store building."
"Really? I love that store."
"To be honest, it isn't really my thing. I'd rather take the kids and shop."
I was out of the house first, needing to stop myself from speeding. I still had two floors to explore. And, maybe explore another shopper. There were several others in the store when I got there. A salesman greeted me briefly and I started looking around. A tall middle-aged man didn't seem to be with anyone. I smiled and spoke to him.
"Do you work here?"
"No, I'm just looking around."
I wonder what the maker name was on this bowl. My wife collects Fiesta Ware."
"I'm pretty sure that's what it is." I showed him the mark on the bottom. Is she with you?"
"Who?"
"Your wife."
"Oh, no. My company has had me here in a motel for almost a month for an account. It's nice to see a friendly face. It's getting pretty boring. Are you married?"
"Husband and three kids. He's taken them for the day so I can rummage through the building."
