This story is a work of fiction. ALL relevant characters are over 18+. Please enjoy.
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My name is Kay Price. Ive been married for 23 years and have 4 children. My husband, Jim, 44, is in IT at a reputable company here in Scottsdale, AZ. I am 42 years old, 5'1, 110 lbs, curly brunette hair (with some gray streaks), blue eyes and glasses. Having been told I could be a young doppleganger of Judy Garland makes me scoff at that comparison.
I'm blessed to have never needed
employment outside my home, rather, I am a homemaker. From Color Guard, to band, to sports, leading Bible Study, or involved in PTA, I lived the perfect life. Rather, everyone thought I did.
I am going to try to explain in detail, how, through my actions and allowances, I permanently altered and irreparably damaged my marriage, and how life is today.
**** 2 Years ago, Sunday Valentine's Day****
"UNH! UNH UNH!! The sounds of the illicit coupling, having taken place for the last few hours, echoed throughout my bedroom. Every thump of the headboard against the wall, every annoying squeak and creak of the bedsprings, reverberated throughout, unmistakably. The harder the thrust, the more my head flopped around my pillow.
Outside though, on this cold, Winter day, neighbors were braving the cold, walking their animals, even playing in the snow, still on the ground from earlier in the week.
With dusk setting in, now 5:30 pm, I was in the throes of ecstacy, from the frantic plunging into my maternal womb.
OH COL..COLTON! OH HONEY YE..YESSS! HAR...HARDER BA...BABY!"
Looking up toward the ceiling, I could only admire the determination on his face. Sweat accumalating on his forehead, chest, and back, was proof-positive of his intentions. The slurping sounds, mixed with the quelch of my vagina from the nonstop thrusting invading my womb, could only be described as surreal.
Ever since I arrived home from church earlier in the day, knowing Jim was with our 13 and 14 year old girls in Phoenix at a Color Guard symposium, my legs, sheathed in suntan colored pantyhose, were currently being pushed back by big broad shoulders. With one of my tan high heels lying innocently on the bed behind him and the other, dangling off my toes from every violent thrust into my matronly tunnel, there were no worries of interruptions.
"OHYES! OHYES! COL.. COLTON! YESSSS!" My cries, only encouraging him more and more, are now 'part-and-parcel' of our torrid, 4 month affair. Stuttering and not being able to coherently express the feeling of his penis rearranging my insides in a way, and at depths, that my husband never could have attained, has become normal during our sessions. 4-5 days a week, my insides get plunged at least one time, but mostly multiple, like tonight.
Working on filling his 3rd condom, I could only hold on, as he carefully maneuvered his 270lb. body above me, so as not to crush me. Having sex only in the missionary position (Which is his favorite position) can be difficult, as he can't keep himself pushed up on the mattress very long. Being overweight limits his ability so, at times, his face is buried in my neck, while he relentlessly pounds away at my pussy. Rather, his pussy. The light green dress I'd worn to church, unbuttoned, but still on my body and the lace bra, pushed over my motherly tits, were covered in my sweat from lying on my back with my legs up all this time.
"UNH! AHH! UNH! AHH!!" As we both expressed our love one glorious thrust at a time, I was also exhausted, as we'd been going at this, literally, when I'd put my purse and shaul down in the foyer.
"ARE..YOU..CL..CLOSE.. HON..OH GOD YES.. HONEY?" I submissively posed, noticing changes in his breathing.
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Meanwhile, unbeknownst to us, Jim was pulling into the driveway. Learning later that, my daughter Olivia, had forgotten an important item for Color Guard, I wasn't expecting them home until 11 or midnight. Being it 50 miles away, I knew they had an early and later evening show spread apart, giving the schools breaks in between. So Jim devided to come home to retrieve her white shirt she needed.
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Feeling his balls tightening and not understanding how anyone, without the help of medicines, could have so much semen stored up in them, his pumping became more frantic.
"YES HONEY!! YES HONEY!! FUCK ME!! OH COL..COLTON!! YES!!" Trying vainly to look into his eyes, as he asks me to do when he finishes in me, my hair had intruded my sight. Once splayed across the pillow my head rested upon, the intensity of the fucking I was receiving, assisted in my head jerking back from every thrust. "YES HONEY! YES! YES! YES! CUM IN....ME!" I yelped, fully prepared for his final release.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" The roar I awaited finally arrived. After slamming forward and holding himself suctioned against my lower regions, I knew he was unloading in his condom. Feeling pulse after pulse, and the condom expanding in my well-used cavern, I ran my wedding ring laden hand through his bushy hair.
"Oh Colton," I passively uttered, as I kept my right hand firmly on his shoulder. "Empty that nastiness in the condom, sweetie."
Finally finishing and his hips ceasing from the,
seemingly, hours and hours of thrusting, I whispered in his ear, "I need you to pull out, for now. I think we've built up quite the appetite." Pulling out, I saw his penis. Coated with a thick white froth glistening in the dusk-affected bedroom, I also realized that his condom has broken. IN ME. Seeing just the ring around the base of his softening phallus, I panicked.
"Colton! baby! your condom broke!" Able to see the remnants protruding out of my swollen, well-used cunt, I raised my tired legs again, and managed to pull the remainder of his condom out. Gushing out of me was a torrent of our combined juices on the linens underneath me. Saturating my pantyhose that I had pushed a hole into for easier access, the volume of the cum he unloaded a third time, was mind-blowing.
Seeing the look on my sons face, one of sheer horror, I reassured him with a tired smile. "Honey, I'm not mad, condoms break." Continuing, I added, "You were so focused on how hard you were pumping me, I assume it broke earlier."
Colton, who's demeanor suddenly relaxed, quipped, "I don't like wearing them anyway, mom. But you told me you haven't used birth control and that dad had a vasectomy after Livvy and Katie were born."
"I can go get a morning after pill from the pharmacy later sweetie, I have time," I said, running my hand seductively up and down his neck. "But first things first. I need to change these linens and put new ones on; 2nd, you've worn mama out. I'm going to cook us a romantic, quick dinner for us, put some lingerie on for you, and you can have your way with me until your father calls me to let us know they're heading home." Looking over at the candy striped corset and the red high heels, we needed energy for our "lovers" evening"
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Outside, James was murmuring to himself, "Teenage kids. They'd forget their heads if they weren't attached." Frustrated for having to have driven all the way home, just for a specific shirt, he got out of his car.
Looking at his phone, he also realized Kay hadn't returned his calls. Seeing her car in the parking lot, he saw that she was home.
"Probably cooking her and Colton dinner, or ensconced in her Bible," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
Entering the house, he noticed the dinner table romantically set. 2 place settings, a candle, already lit, incense filling the air, a glass of her favorite Cabernet and a Coca-Cola. Smiling, he thought, "Late night dinner and Valentine's Day sex? I'm sorry I just ruined her surprise. She isn't letting me have wine, I see."
Walking into the living room he called out, "Kay?" Obviously not wanting to startle her, unaware of his arrival home, he'd calmly called out. Not being able to locate her, he thought to himself. "She's probably showering, then she'll prepare whatever it is for our late night."
Realizing he might have just dodged Kay's loving wrath for ruining her surprise, he figured he'd have time to run up to Livvy's bedroom, retrieve her shirt and Chapstick, and be out before she noticed him there.
Walking into the kitchen, he saw a bag sitting on the counter from the grocery store. Mushrooms, unthawing steak, etc. Seeing the receipt he wanted to see just how much of his hard earned money she'd spent as the steaks were clearly top-quality.
"Steaks, milk, mushrooms, con... condoms?"
