Cautionary Tale 2

We'd been married for about seven years when Ellen first told me that she wanted to fuck other men and I immediately assumed that she was talking about wife swapping or an 'open marriage' and I was all in favour of that but, when she told me that she hated the idea if me fucking other women, I was absolutely staggered by her hypocrisy. I was well aware that, during the months before our marriage, she'd had a few one night stands but, as far as I knew, I'd been her only sexual partner since our marriage so I wasn't exactly outraged by the idea of her having casual sex with other men but, when she said that just the idea of me having sex with other women made her so jealous that she felt physically sick, I couldn't believe that she could have such dual standards, after all, in my opinion, what's sauce for the goose should be sauce for the gander.

Now I know that a well balanced guy like 'anonymous' would have 'burned the bitch', 'kicked her to the kerb' or got some of his ex special forces pals to bury her where her body would never be found but, unfortunately, I'm not a psychopath and, anyway, I've never thought that sexual exclusivity is the essential basis of a good relationship, sex is good, bloody good, but it comes nowhere near friendship, companionship, stability and love. In fact, I've always thought that monogamy was really just another word for insecurity and inadequacy besides, I'd already fucked a few other women during the course of our marriage. It hadn't been planned, just spontaneous, I was young and flattered and excited by a good looking woman offering me her body and I'd accepted. I'm not vain enough to believe that it was because I'm some sort of super stud and more likely because some women get a kick from fucking another woman's husband but, what the hell, it was fun. I hadn't told Ellen, ( why cause unnecessary complications ) and they'd meant absolutely nothing to me so why should Ellen feel any different about fucking other guys, they would just be convenient cocks with pleasant enough guys attached to them.

The other thing was that I knew that, if Ellen had decided to fuck other guys, she was going to do it and there was very little that I could do about it other than lock her up, fit her with a chastity belt or divorce her and why would I want to do that? For all I knew, she may have already fucked dozens of guys on her nights out with the girls and, if she had, it hadn't affected our relationship one little bit and, as long as she came home to me, where was the harm? So, when she announced that she wanted to fuck other guys whilst I effectively remained celibate, I gave her my grudging acceptance.

Now, I know that 'anonymous' would never cheat on his virgin bride, after all, who would cheat on a six foot super model, church going amazon who brought home a fortune from her twin jobs as a brain surgeon and part time estate agent and still finds time to arrange charity events for their local church but, for any less fortunate guys, I'd like to give some words of advice from my own experiences.

First of all, do not get involved with single girls.

I'd only been married for a year or so, when my wife went to visit her parents for a fortnight and I spent that first week doing all the little odd jobs around the house that I'd been putting off but, by the first saturday, I was feeling pretty down and lonely so I decided to head to the pub for a pint.

I bumped into two of my mates, Alan and Dave and Alan's current girlfriend and we spent a very pleasant coup!e of hours catching up on all the things that had happened since we'd last seen each other and, when the pub closed, it seemed only natural to invite everyone back to my house.

I put on some music and handed out drinks but I'd hardly sat down before the girl said that she was feeling hungry and asked if I had anything to eat so I took her down to the kitchen. ( I've only just remembered her name but it's unimportant to the story ).

She decided that she'd have beans on toast, cheap and quick and easy. She ate the food standing up in the kitchen and, once she'd finished, she came over to stand directly in front of me.

She was quite short, only just reaching up to my chin and she was delightfully cuddly with a pretty face. She was wearing skin tight blue jeans and a bottle green satin blouse which, even though it was loose fitting, couldn't disguise the fact that she had an enormous pair of tits.

She stretched up in an attempt to kiss me and I could have bent to meet her but, instead, I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her bum in both hands and lifted her up to my level. She laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and kissed me as my hands roamed over the magnificent swell of her bum.

She jerked her body against mine a few times, grinding herself against me before releasing her grip on me and slithering down onto her feet. She then decided that she needed a wee and, when I told her where the bathroom was, she asked me to go with her because she always felt nervous in strange houses. I led her to the bathroom and took up my position outside the door so that I could escort her back to the others when she was ready but she caught hold of my arm and pulled me inside with her saying that she wanted me to keep her company.

She quickly unfastened her jeans and, with a quick bob of her body, she pulled them and her knickers down to her knees and sat down on the toilet. The entire operation was performed so quickly that I didn't get even the briefest glimpse of anything that I shouldn't have but, as she sat there, I couldn't drag my eyes away from her lovely smooth, plump thighs.

I couldn't control myself and I sank to my knees before her, stroking and kissing her thighs and she laughed out loud as a thunderous waterfall of piss gushed from her. I was as hard as rock as she rose and wiped herself with paper and quickly readjusted her clothing and, once again, I saw nothing apart from her big, round bum.

I peeped outside to make sure that no one was about then we sneaked out of the bathroom. I was about to lead her back to the living room when she whispered "Where's your bedroom?" and I was instantly as stiff as a poker.

I led her to my bedroom which was right next to the room where Alan and Dave where and, holding a finger to my lips to indicate that we needed to be quiet, I led her inside.

She immediately unfastened her jeans and removed them and her knickers from her left leg, leaving them wrapped around her right ankle. She stretched out on the bed, naked from the waist down, and I got my first sight of her totally exposed to my gaze. It was a thrillingly gorgeous sight, her thighs and belly were so deliciously plump and smooth and she had the only totally straight pubic hair that I've ever seen. It grew inwards towards her slit and, where it met, it stood up in a crest like a mohawk. I was fascinated and stared at it in awe until I was shaken out of my trance by her hissing "Hurry up, we haven't got long".

Her green satin blouse had a zip down the front and I was desperate to get my hands on her magnificent tits but, when I reached for the zip she whispered "No, we haven't got time, just fuck me" so I did as I was told, hauled my jeans and underwear to my knees and dove on top of her.

Her cunt was hot, soft and wet and a perfect fit for my cock as it cuddled and cosseted my dick like a velvet glove. My prick sank all the way home with one thrust and, to my surprise, she was bouncing up and down and gasping in orgasm before I was even fully embedded in her. She arched her back from the bed and I was very aware of Alan and Dave being on the other side of the bedroom wall as I clamped my hand over her mouth to stifle her moans and groans as she bounced up and down and threw her head from side to side.

I remained perfectly still, buried deep inside her as she raked her nails down my back and rode out her orgasm before slumping back onto the bed with a contented sigh.

Being inside her felt amazing but, no sooner had she calmed down, than she started to squirm out from under me.

She'd cum so quickly that I'd been left high and dry and there was no way that I was going to let her just get up and go so I slammed my prick hard into her and she cried out and gripped me tighter, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her nails into the cheeks of my arse.

I hammered into her at a frantic pace, concerned only with my own pleasure and my own orgasm but, with my first thrust, she stopped struggling to escape and pulled me closer to her, squealing and jerking up and down as she started cumming again.

Once again, I clamped my hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as she cried out with every thrust of my hips but, rather than worrying me, the chance of our being caught only spurred me on and, inspired by the danger and the feel of her cunt squeezing and milking my prick, I came almost immediately, pumping a torrent of spunk into her amazing hole.

I was shattered and just wanted to lie on or beside her and go to sleep but she was instantly on her feet, rearranging her clothing and hissing for me to hurry up and get dressed.

I reluctantly did as I was told but, when we stepped into the next room, Alan instantly leapt to his feet, yelling "Where the fuck have you been?" and the girl made us look guilty by cowering behind me.

I wasn't at all worried because I was far bigger and stronger than Alan and, even though he was ragingly angry, he was also very drunk and not a serious threat to me but, before anything could happen, Dave was standing between us, facing Alan, and saying "Calm down, you can't talk to a dude like that in his own home" and I was totally amazed because I'd never heard anyone say dude before apart from in a rotten hollywood film.

The next thing I knew, they were taking swings at each other, grabbing hold of each other and toppling to the floor together destroying a perfectly hideous glass topped coffee table with a scene of a venice canal on it. The fight was brief but vicious and continued along the landing and into the bathroom where the toilet seat was somehow torn off and Dave used it to batter Alan around the head until he slumped to the floor in total submission. We returned to the sitting room where Dave started to clear up the broken glass but I told him to leave it for fear of him hurting himself.

I explained to Alan that I'd merely been cooking some food for the girl, and he eventually apologised for his unreasonable outburst so I graciously accepted his apology. I told the girl where my bedroom was, as if she didn't know, and told her to go and sleep there whilst us three guys had another beer and fell asleep where we sat.

When my 'guests' left in the morning, I tidied up the mess, including some blood, and I fitted a new toilet seat. When she returned home, I told Ellen that I'd got drunk and fell onto the coffee table and her only concerned was that I might have hurt myself. I felt fairly smug because I'd got away scot free and I was even praised for how neat and tidy the house was.

The point about a single woman came a couple of weeks later when Ellen and I were snuggled up on the sofa watching tv and someone knocked on the front door. It was almost ten o'clock and I was quite annoyed as I made my way to answer the door but, when I did, I found the girl and her pal standing there, each holding a flagon of cider and grinning up at me. I stepped outside, pulling the door to behind me so as not to be overheard by Ellen as I whispered that my wife was back home and the girls just smiled and said "That's a shame", turned and left. I heaved a sigh of relief as I watched their mini skirted bums wiggling away from me and thought about what might have happened if Ellen had answered the door.

Ok, I dodged a bullet but it taught me a lesson and that lesson is that single girls are dangerous because they have no responsibilities and can mess up your life at a whim and unhappily married women are even worse because, at any moment, they can decide to rub their husband's face in it and cause no end of problems for you. The only sensible option is a happily married woman because she's just looking for a little fun with no strings attached. She doesn't want to disrupt her home life and, therefore, won't cause you any problems. In fact, the ideal woman would be anonymous's perfect, super sexy wife because she's so smart he'd never catch on.

But, of course, she'll never cheat on him because we all know that she doesn't exist, she's just mother thumb and her four daughters.