Tuesday nights were always a little hectic, especially the 'Second Tuesday of Every Month'. That was my Kiwanis Club meeting, which ran from 6:30 to whenever. May and I didn't get home until 5:00 and 5:30 respectively. No need for me to worry about dinner because Kiwanis was a dinner meeting, but there was always some little thing May, my wife of 4 years, needed before I could leave. The real problem was my doing anything according to May. She was 3 months pregnant and the hormones were going crazy.
She may have been 'with child' but she was still the dreamboat I'd married, and now with the mother-to-be glow about her it was doubly hard for me to leave her even for one evening. She was just right, 5 foot, 3 inches tall, a well-constructed 110 lbs body with light brown hair and incredible blue eyes. Her shape fit me. Her breasts were perfect handfuls and her hips swished just right. The bust line and her hips were both emphasized by a slim 24-inch waist, which hadn't yet begun to change. But I loved her for a lot more than her looks, she was funny, smart and very observant, but her looks sure didn't hurt.
Anyway, I had to leave by 6:10 to get to the meeting on time. So I had to run through the shower, dress, kiss my wife after doing whatever chore she needed done, get back in the car and head out. I was never back home until after 11:00 but it was often after midnight. The meeting tonight didn't look to be any different, if anything it might be a long one.
After my shower, I threw on my brown slacks and a hawaiian sports shirt, grabbed my briefcase and headed through the kitchen to the garage. Passing through the kitchen I patted that nice bubble ass May stuck out at me from where she was leaning over the kitchen sink. Then I kissed her on the back of the neck and gave her a squeeze to keep her from falling. She always wobbled when I kissed her on the neck like that, so I had to steady her. Then I was out the door into the garage, throwing a rueful glance back at May. It was sure tempting to skip the meeting, not only for May but I had a project in the works in the garage.
It was to be a surprise for May. I was just finishing installing a baby monitor for what was going to be the nursery and I figured that maybe 30 minutes and it would be ready to show off to my bride. She was always so appreciative of my small accomplishments, and I felt no qualms in milking them for the compliments however misdirected.
I was a guy after all and didn't mind having my woman stroke my ego.
Climbing into the car I activated the garage door opener and started the car. While the engine started purring, I set my brief case next to me, and checked that I had everything I needed; cell phone, calculator, notebook, all were there. Then I backed out of the garage and down the driveway to the street, waving to May looking out the kitchen window at me from where she was doing the dishes. She waved back as I reached the street.
Before I could put the car in gear or even close the garage door with the remote, the cell phone rang and I stopped everything to answer it. As I said hello I looked up to wave to May one more time but she had already disappeared from the window.
"Gary!" came the voice over the phone, "glad I caught you. The meeting tonight is off. Our good President, Roger, along with both Everett and Jules have been called out of town. So with the pres., treasurer and secretary all gone we thought it best to call it off this month. Nothing scheduled for tonight, unless you have something that can't wait."
Needless to say, I was glad to take the night off. I just pulled right back into the garage, noting idly that May's face hadn't reappeared in the kitchen window of our three-bedroom rambler. Guess she had missed that I hadn't left, so I could surprise her later on. If she had been any place but the kitchen she wouldn't have heard me drive back into the garage. Once inside the garage I lowered the garage door and then sat in the car, relaxing for a few minutes.
Deciding I'd just call out for pizza tonight, not bothering May to make my dinner, or take the time making it myself I set out to finish installation of the baby monitor. Everything inside the house was already accomplished, I only needed to make the final connections in the garage and final testing. Everything could be done from the garage except for some final beautification in the nursery.
The cosmetics in the nursery were pretty minor. The camera was mounted in a corner, so small May hadn't yet noticed it and had been mounted for 10 days now. I'd get that done another time.
This was a gift to her. May had casually mentioned how much a monitor in the nursery would save her steps checking on the baby when it was napping. Hence my 'wiring' the house. I'd decided to set up sound monitors in each room in the house while I was at it. The visual monitor in the baby's room had been an inspiration when I'd seen some gear a friend was tossing out. The master controls were in our bedroom, now mixed in with the stereo and TV we had there for those long winter nights. But since I spend a fair amount of time in my garage work shop I had a second master in a corner of the garage, complete with speakers and an old TV subbing as the video monitor there. It was flexible enough that every room in the house could be monitored by audio, and the nursery itself could be visually watched from the Master Bedroom, Living Room, and my workshop.
As I mentioned, the whole thing was about complete. Just a little tune up was needed before I could show May, surprise her and get my plaudits. So I decided to see if I could get the work done before I came in and collapsed in front of the tube for the night. Or maybe collapsed on top of May for the night. That sounded even nicer. So I slipped out of my car, and began checking my work.
It took me maybe 20 minutes before everything was connected, warm and working properly, so I started checking out the sound feeds. Each of them could be turned on and off separately, or I could feed them all into the 5 second-hand speakers I had lined up above my little corner. I quickly checked each one separately, starting with the living room. They all worked perfectly. Actually they were pretty sensitive because I could hear May taking a shower in the bath off the master bedroom. I set them up so they were all live and feeding into the garage, then began the last connections for the video monitor.
I was lost in my wiring checks, just triple checking to be sure that everything was right, when I heard something from the living room speaker. I was pleased as punch, because it was so sensitive I picked up May dialing the telephone. I turned the sound up a bit to see how it worked, and it was perfect, beautifully clear. The $20 I'd spent on the 5 speakers had been a real bargain.
"Ralph, its May, if you can be here by 7:00 it's on, lover," came my wife's voice over the speaker. "OK, love, I'll see you then. Don't you dare be late, we won't have near enough time as it is. And no! Don't figure on getting a repeat."
There was a little pause, then May giggled and hung up the phone.
What the hell was that about? What is on, and who was Ralph? Well the only Ralph I knew was Ralph Jenkins. His wife Crystal and May had been roommates in college. Crystal was still May's best friend and Ralph and I hit if off pretty good, too. He was a big guy and a lot of fun. One of those guys who was sure everything he did was better than anyone else, but a lot of fun, too. And it always felt good to whip his ass doing something. He never picked up that I won four times out of five.
I guess he and May had a few dates before Crystal and he hooked up.
We spent a lot of evenings and enjoyed many a picnic together. The two girls were pretty close. May told me they'd done some real crazy girl things together at college. She had calmed me down when she gave me a kiss and told me they hadn't done anything I should be worried about.
I kind of shrugged my shoulders, figuring May and Ralph were planning something for Crystal. I'd find out at 7:00 anyway, which was only 15 minutes away.
Giving up the speculation, I flipped the on button for the camera in the baby's room and sat back with a smile on my face. The monitor showed the room clearly.
Actually, we still had it set up as a spare bedroom and the monitor was focused directly on the big queen sized bed. It was a surprise to see the bad made and the sheets turned down. It was the first time I'd seen May make it up when we weren't expecting guests. Checking the video controls, I zoomed the camera in and out. At the widest angle I could see everything in the bedroom except into the corner where the camera was fixed near the ceiling. I left it there at that setting and critically examined the picture. The door, window and closet were visible and the bed of course was centered in the shot and all were clear as a bell.
Leaving the controls as they were, I started cleaning up my workbench. Feeling pretty good about myself and the sound and picture system I'd made. I pulled a beer out of the old refrigerator and leaned back in my $5 recliner. We'd picked it up at a yard sale and my wife wouldn't let the bilious green thing in the house, but it fit me and the garage beautifully. Huh! Well I'll admit it fit the garage perfectly anyway.
I was just about finished with the beer and thinking of ordering out for some pizza then going in to surprise May, when I heard the front door bell. A second later I heard the door open, and heard May greeting the visitor.
"Hey, I've had a hard time waiting. Come on in, Ralph. We have until 10:30, and then it's over. But until then, I'm yours all the way."
I was stunned! Not by the words, but by the way my wife's voice sounded. The only time I'd heard that husky timber in her voice was in our bedroom or when we were on our way to the bedroom. It was her 'fuck me baby' voice. I choked on the last mouthful of beer, and sat bolt upright.
On the speaker I heard the door shut, then May's voice again, "Damn, Ralph! From the look and feel of this bulge in your pants, I'm not the only one had a hard time waiting. Umm, that looks real good."
"Come here, honey, give me a real hello," I heard Ralph say. Then there were several minutes when it was almost silent. All I could hear were a few grunts and moans.
Then, "Ralph, not here, come on back to 'our' room. I've got it all set up for us," from May's husky voice.
I thought I was going to be sick! It sounded like May was taking him back to our bedroom. Jesus! What was going on. I didn't know what to do. My first impulse was to burst through the door into the kitchen and throw Ralph out of the house.
Still, what was actually going on! I took a big breath. It couldn't be what it sounded like. May and I were in love, I was sure she had been as faithful to me as I had been to her. She teased me about looking at lovely women, but I KNEW she was sure it was only looking. I'd really never had an impulse to stray.
We were compatible lovers. She always had all she wanted when we made love. She was multiple orgasmic, and I never finished 'loving' her until I was convinced she really didn't need or want any more.
This had to be a misunderstanding on my part. It had to be! She was my best friend.
She was going to have my baby!
I was just sitting there in the ratty old lounger, when my eye caught movement on the monitor in the 'baby's' room.
The door opened, and May gently pushed Ralph into the room with the made-up bed. Pushing him around to the other side of the bed, between the bed and the window, she swayed back around to stand on the other side, in front of the closed closet doors. She was looking across the bed at Ralph and almost right into the camera.
May was dressed in her worn out, tattered Saturday/Sunday morning robe which reached to just mid-thigh. Her hair however was pulled up into a sophisticated bun atop her head, emphasizing the slender column of her throat. The one I had kissed not an hour ago. She had applied make-up since I saw her last, just the right amount. She looked like a princess, receiving her prince except for the ratty old worn out robe. On her feet she was wearing the pair of high-heeled slippers I had bought her for her birthday 2 months ago. She'd worn them that evening, and I had told her how they emphasized her magnificent legs. But I didn't remember them out of her closet since then. No sooner had that thought come to me when I knew I hadn't seen them out of her closet since then. I felt like I was about to cry. This couldn't be happening.
My wife, stood tall and proud, across the bed from one of my best friend, looking directly into his eyes. Her hands slowly came up to the throat of the robe. Her left hand holding the robe closed at the neckline she used her right hand to unsnap each button individually, slowly working her way down. As each fastener came loose the robe would billow out around it teasing Ralph (and I) with glimpses inside her robe. Once all the buttons were undone, continuing to hold the robe closed at the throat she brought her right hand back to her throat. Using both hands, she slowly peeled the robe open. Once open she stood for a moment letting us admire the vision framed by the robe. Then she let her hands drop, shrugging her shoulders so that the robe dropped and puddled around her feet.
She was wearing the lingerie I gifted to her on Valentines Day. A white half bra cupped her breasts, displaying her nipples and offering them to the man standing across the bed from her. The white thigh high stockings showcased her legs, now put doubly on display by the high heels she was wearing. A white garter belt framed her sex which was displayed, not hidden, by very brief virginal white high-cut panties.
She had modeled the set for me on Valentines Day.
I had not seen it since
Looking directly into Ralph's eyes she held up a hand and crooked a finger at him, ordering him to come to her. When he turned to come around the bed, I saw my former friends stunned face.
He choked out, "May, I was expecting to be with you tonight, but you have made this really special for me. God but you are beautiful!"
When he was almost up to her, she held a hand out, stopping him where he was. Then starting with his shirt, she began undressing him, looking into his eyes the entire time. As each button came loose, she caressed the bare skin just exposed with her fingertips. Once his shirt was undone, she slipped it off his shoulders then stepped forward. When he attempted to take her in his arms, she pushed his arms away. Leaning forward she kissed each nipple, then sucked each into her mouth. I could not see Ralph's face, but could hear his groans and moans only too clearly.
My wife, my lover, was using all of her skills to bring passion to this man. She leaned forward and slowly rubbed her nipples across his chest. I could see the pleasure bumps pop out on his chest as she caressed him with her breasts.
Then she knelt before him, undid his belt and unfastened his slacks, letting them drop down his legs. Putting a small hand inside each side of his shorts, she pulled them down his legs. It wasn't as easy as it sounds, for Ralph had as large a bulge as I have ever seen.
As his cock sprang free, she leaned forward to catch it in her mouth. The monster fell forward and smacked her on the nose. My wife had not expected the size, few women would. I saw her lips curl to a smile just before her mouth opened as wide as it would go in order to wrap her lips around the strange male tool bouncing in front of her happy eyes.
I suddenly came out of my dazed depression. No matter how this worked out, I was going to need proof of what was happening. Thinking quickly, I hurried into the now deserted living room. Making as little noise as possible while working quickly I disconnected the VCR, took it back to the garage and hooked it up to the monitor. I slipped an 8-hour tape in, and turned everything back on. The monitor came alive showing Ralph's pecker still buried in my wife's mouth. She was slowly, lovingly bobbing her head up and down. Tenderly cradling his balls in her small hand, with the other she was jacking him slowly.
Suddenly she took a deep breath and dropped her mouth down his huge pole until her nose was buried in Ralph's pubic hairs. I could see the bulge his cock head was making in her throat! She had done that for me only once! That was years ago. May had complained about a sore throat for days, and she blamed it on me for many days later.
Never once had I thought of asking her to deep-throat me since. After all, she had been so upset with my even asking that first time. And it had hurt her!
Ralph's hands suddenly wrapped around her small head where her face was impaled on his cock. He suddenly jammed her face even tighter into his belly and pubic hair and then his loins began to jerk and I knew he was cumming in her throat. It looked like May was struggling to break free, and it was obvious she couldn't breath with that pole in her mouth and down her throat.
I came to my senses, and yanked myself out of the recliner. Didn't Ralph see he was killing her? God I had to get there before I was too late. But before I reached the door to the kitchen I clearly heard her slurping and swallowing every drop.
Standing with my hand on the doorknob, I heard her whisper, "Oh my God Ralph! That was magnificent! You must have been saving that for months!"
I almost cried. She would swallow my cum, but not every time. When she did, it was always on some special occasion. Never once had May encouraged me to come back for another blowjob. I swear I had to beg for every one I had received.
When I turned back to look at the monitor, I saw my wife still kneeling before my former friend. Now her little tongue was licking his balls, and then up and down his now deflating cock. She had both hands on his naked hips and it looked like she had to support him to keep him upright on his now weak knees.
Ralph's two hands came down to wrap themselves around her body just under her breasts and he lifted my bride up and then off her feet. He hugged her to him hard, with her legs dangling inches from the floor and she buried her face in his chest. I could hear her say something like, "iI's been so damned long Ralph," before my tears started falling.
Through the tears I saw them move to the bed, clasping one another tightly. Ralph sat on the bed, pulling May to stand between his spread knees. Slowly he ran his hands up her sides and over her shoulders. His two big hands circled her throat and tightened just enough to let her feel how even her life lay between his fingers. Then he ran his hands and fingertips lightly over her chest and with feather touches over the exposed top of her breasts. Both hands dropped to the clasp in the front of her bra and with practiced ease he popped it open, then pulled back the cups. Her two mounds barely sagged as the support left them, but her perky nipples were standing out big and hard. They looked like two arrow points sticking out and open to the world.
Ralph wasted no time sucking one into his mouth. I watched my wife's face as he sucked on the nipple, then slowly sucked the complete tit into his mouth. I could see his jaws work, and he seemed to be chewing on her whole breast. While he chewed, I saw the look on 'my' woman's face.
May clasped her arms around her lovers head, and seemed to be moving him from side to side in small motions as he kept her tit crammed into his mouth. While he was doing this he reached down to rip the white panties off her unresisting hips, tearing the diaphanous material apart before tossing it, useless, into a corner. The strange thought came to me, I had paid over $100 for that white lingerie set, and May had given only Ralph the opportunity to enjoy it.
May was making strange little noises when Ralph tired of her breasts, and just lifted and threw her on her back on the bed. Before she stopped bouncing, his face was buried in her crotch.
How different were they to my attentions to May. I would tease her, small touches to her legs and body and then light little licks to bring her to the little joys which eventually leading to her climactic explosions with my tongue and lips, and even teeth on the tiny pearly between her legs.
Watching Ralph chew on her cunt, I saw May's face as her head rose and she looked down between her breasts at the man causing the sensations between her thighs. I wondered if any thought of me was going through her mind. Then I realized what a foolish question that was.
It wasn't five minutes before Ralph raised his face from May's cunt, and quickly knee walked up between her legs until his cock was pointing just inches from her hole. He then threw himself down on her small body, and at the same time flexed his hips to drive his long prong full into her body. I heard her shriek come from the speaker connected to the spare bedroom, and wasn't sure the sound didn't directly come from the bedroom to the garage. She was very loud. T.hen he pulled almost all of the way out before pausing for a moment.
He was savoring the domination of my small wife.
Then he drove himself forward into her again. This time I watched his hips drive into her so hard he shoved her up the bed where her head slammed against the headboard. She gave another, softer shriek. Ralph reached up under her shoulders and, wrapping his hands over her shoulders, hauled her down onto his prong. He pulled her down away from the headboard as he rose to his knees with his lunge backwards. He then fell atop her and began fucking her viciously. Every drive forward brought a grunt from her, every pull back she gasped the air back into her lungs he had driven out.
It seemed like Ralph came almost immediately, letting his entire weight fall atop her almost crushing her. Lying still, his weight on her, he rested. But within fifteen minutes he was ready to go again, never having withdrawn from her cunt after that second cum, the first into her womb. Indeed, he had never taken his weight off her while he was recovering.
It seemed to go on forever. Ralph driving into her relentlessly, then making a particularly hard fuck forward, he would hold himself deep inside May while his hips gave little twists to churn his cockhead inside her. Every time he did this she gave a little scream. Then he would again begin 'banging' her, the only word that seemed to fit.
I had no idea how long this continued until he crammed himself forward at the same time he rose to his knees and roared his third cum to the world while yanking my wife's small body down further onto his cock. My wife shrieked once again. I was afraid the neighbors must have heard her. He had arrived at 7:00 and it was now 8:45 when he collapsed onto her, then rolled half off of her to his right. There he lay relaxing, his lower body covering hers, trapping her underneath him. I soon heard small snores as he drifted off to sleep.
Laying on May's left leg and arm, trapping her under him, but with his weight off her body she was not suffocating. After maybe five minutes my wife opened her eyes, and reached her right hand down to her crotch where she cupped her twat and seemed to be caressing it lightly. Was she so excited she had to masturbate herself after that long session?
After maybe fifteen minutes of rubbing herself she tried to pull out from under Ralph, and he seemed to be rousing a little from his nap when she stopped and just lay still under him.
I stared at the sickening scene on the monitor for a few more minutes, then got up and began pacing.
I knew if I walked into that house murder would be done. My cock was hard, of course, as whose wouldn't after witnessing such hot and blatant sex. At the same time I was as far from being sexually aroused as I think I have ever been. I was physically sick to my stomach and totally unable to think of what I should do next.
About an hour later, I decided that all I could do tonight would be to table any action. Tomorrow I would take the day off and see if my mind would work then. That was when I noticed movement on the monitor again. It was almost 10:00 and Ralph was moving again.
Sitting back down in my garage recliner I watched him reach over to cup one of May's breasts. When she turned to look at him, he leaned over and gave her a wet and sloppy kiss. Leaning back, his hand traveled down to her pussy, where he cupped her sex and squeezed her hard.
She grunted and grabbed his wrist to pull it off her, protesting that it was time for him to go.
Ralph looked at the clock on the dresser next to the bed, and told her that I wouldn't be home for an hour. They had lots of time.
May protested again, somehow yanked her arm and leg out from under him and rolled over on her side away from him before leaning up on her elbow. Ralph pushed himself up to his knees and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her to her hands and knees before slipping behind her with his cock pointing into her cunt.
May cried, "NO!" and reached back with both hands to cover her cunt.
Ralph just laughed, and said, "Yeah, honey. We already done that, time for something new!" Then he shoved forward with his hips and poked his cockhead against her tight little rosebud.
May's face was turned away from me and I couldn't see her face, but I did hear the disbelief in her voice when she asked him what he was doing. His only answer was to grasp her tightly by her hips and yank her back against him as he drove his hips forward, breaking his cockhead past the tight muscle in her asshole and pushing almost two inches into her rectum. My wife screamed and cried, her arms and hands flailing against the bed as he jackhammered his sex into her until now unopened ass. It took him at least 5 minutes to drive himself fully into my wife's ass, and then he started ass fucking her as hard as he had been fucking her cunt earlier.
I couldn't see her face, but I heard the little mews she was making, and saw her hands scrabbling at the sheet under her. After a few moments she began moving back against him hard, and shaking her ass from side to side. I could only imagine the wonderful sensations she was bringing to Ralph's cock with her movements. It wasn't another five minutes before Ralph was blasting his sperm deep inside her bowels. The fourth time this evening that he had cum inside the woman I had once thought of as mine.
This time when he had finished May pulled out from under him and yanked him to stand beside the bed. "Ralph, unless you want Gary to walk in on us, you have to go! NOW!" And she bent, picked up his clothes and handed them to him as she gathered the remains of the lingerie she had gifted to him along with herself, placing it on the dresser.
I watched as May threw on her old robe, and stripped the sheets off the bed. Not waiting for Ralph to finish dressing she bundled them up to take to the washer machine in the laundry room between the kitchen and garage. I listened to her start the washer from the other side of the garage door.
When I heard her walk back into the living room Ralph was already there. With the lilting brag-voice men often use he greeted her, "Hey, lovely lady, that was great! We really have to talk about doing it again."
"No, Ralph," she answered. "I meant it when I said just the once, and only because of our deal. And I guess a little bit for old times sake, too."
Ralph answered, "Sure honey, I understand. But sometime you may get to thinking of this in the future. This was just for once, I agree. When you start remembering how great it was, give me a call, we can try it again."
I heard the sounds of another sloppy kiss, before his footsteps faded as he went to the door. I could hear impatience in my wife's voice and the little sounds she was making but it didn't register at the time. Nor did the exhalation she made when she opened the door to usher him out.
Literally sick to my stomach, I lay back in the ratty recliner, looking at the now empty bedroom showing on the monitor. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was 10:37. They had kept to their time schedule very well. I heard Ralph murmuring something at the door, and clearly heard May reply, "No, Ralph. This was just the one time, and only because of our agreement so many years ago. Gary is my husband, my lover, and the man I want in my life. I'm not sure now why I agreed to do it now. Besides, Crystal may be OK with this, but she's my best friend. She's more important to me than an affair. Isn't she more important to you?"
I couldn't understand Ralph's mumble, but I heard another kiss and then heard the door shut quietly. Almost immediately I heard the lock click home. If I hadn't been so filled with tears and despair I think the exhaustion sounding in Ralph's voice after his session with my wife would have been funny. At the moment, it certainly didn't seem funny at all.
After the door shut, May reappeared in the spare bedroom. I couldn't seem to think of it as the baby's room any more. She quickly and carefully went over the room, making sure nothing was amiss after the tryst. Gathering up her clothes, she disappeared into the hall and I soon heard her in our bedroom. I listened to her shower, and then she was out of the bathroom and I heard the bed rustle. It sounded like my wife had gone to bed.
Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost 11:00. I just sat and stared into space. I had no idea where my life, and my wife, were going from here. I only knew I was heartsick. Thoughts and ideas crowded through my head. In some I thought of things which would excuse my wife for what she had done. In others I answered the excuses, in yet others I asked myself what I had done to cause May to need another man. Sometime after midnight I wearily arose and turned the electronics off. Entering the house through the garage door I headed directly to the master bedroom.
Passing the spare room where my wife had rutted with Ralph I glanced in. The room was just as I had last seen it Monday evening. The bed was stripped, and nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing to tell that anything had taken place.
Groaning to myself, I entered my bedroom. Glancing at my sleeping wife, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and did my business, stripping off my clothes and leaving them in the dirty clothes hamper. Before dropping them in, I glanced in and the hamper was empty. No soiled lingerie there.
When I climbed into bed, my wife rolled over and, throwing an arm over me, she sleepily asked how my night had been. After a moments silence, I told her it had been very traumatic, but I would tell her about it later. Usually she snuggled up to me, pushing her breasts and sex onto me. It was always my choice whether we would go any farther, and usually we did. Tonight however she just lay quietly, pulling her arm back and rolling over with her back to me. She seemed to fall back asleep immediately, though listening to her breathing I knew she was still awake. I just rolled away from her, then stared into the darkness.
I don't know how much I slept that night. I couldn't remember actually sleeping at all. When the alarm went off, I just lay there. I was certainly in no shape to go to work. Telling May I thought I had the flu, I stayed in bed until I heard her car leave for work.
I got up and began carefully opening drawers, being sure not to displace anything as I searched May's dresser. In the bottom drawer, folded and stored in a paper bag and under some sweaters, was the lingerie Ralph had enjoyed. I pulled them out. The bra looked like it had never been worn, the panties were shredded.
After calling my boss and begging off work for the day, I watched the tape I'd made the night before. When I began, I just skipped through it, not wanting to relive the experience again, just wanting to be certain the tape was good. But after a bit I began noticing things I had missed the night before. I spent the rest of the morning studying the tape and what it held. About 3:00 that afternoon I drove downtown to a business that duplicated tapes and had 2 copies made, standing beside the woman doing the copying to be sure she did not watch the tape herself, and making sure only the 2 copies were made.
Going home, I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. I'd missed last night's dinner and the thought of breakfast this morning had turned my stomach. I didn't have the flu, but my stomach was still very upset. May got home a little early, about 4:30. When she came in to give me a kiss I turned my head and she kissed my cheek, giving me a strange look.
Finally about 5:30 I decided there was no real reason to put this off any longer. I was only getting myself more upset.
"May, I'd like to show you what I've been doing for the baby monitor we were talking about. Do you have a few minutes?" I asked.
"Gary, can you wait until after dinner? I'm just about to put it on," was her answer.
Picking up my cell phone, I asked her what she wanted to eat tonight. She smiled at me, and suggested Chinese, so I ordered it delivered. Then I took her into the bedroom and showed her again how the controls worked on the console in the corner behind the door. I turned on the sound and left her there while I went from room to room, talking to her over the monitor from each room. Of course she couldn't answer me, but when I got back to the bedroom the smile on her face told me she understood it was working better than we had planned.
Turning on the video portion, I told her to wait and watch a moment, and leaving her in the bedroom stepped into the spare room and stood where she had stood last night. There I grimaced, and pantomimed a slow bump and grind before I returned to our bedroom.
She enthused, "Gary, that's perfect! When did you get this going, this afternoon?"
"Actually, May, I got it going last night," I answered.
She had a puzzled little smile, and I could see she was trying to figure out when I'd had a chance to do it last night.
"One more thing to show you, May." I took her hand and led her to the garage. "I spend a lot of time here, and thought it a good idea to have a monitoring station here to cover the baby when you have to go out."
Then I turned the system on in the garage.
"One thing I added last night, let me show you how it works." And I slipped a tape into the VCR still connected to the used TV I was using as a monitor.
"Watch the bedroom, and see what happens," I told her.
Watching the monitor, of course, we saw the same view as from our bedroom. The view I had first seen last night of an empty room though now the bed was unmade. Then I used the remote to turn on the VCR and the picture immediately changed to show May on her knees before Ralph, with his cock buried in her throat. Almost immediately May could see her throat working as she was obviously swallowing while Ralph's pecker was buried in her throat. Glancing at her face I saw the color had drained from it and she seemed to sway before catching her balance.
She looked suddenly at me, and I just looked in her eyes and pushed fast forward, stopping in just a couple seconds. Then I gestured to her to watch the screen again. When she looked back, she saw Ralph grabbing at her panties with her tit jammed completely into his mouth and her hands wrapped around his head. There was no sound, but we could see May say something to him. He pulled hard, ripping them off her hips and tossed them into a corner. Picking her up by the waist, he hugged her to him and then threw her on the bed and pushed his face into her crotch where he buried his face into her sex.
We both watched the little grimace from May, as she felt Ralph's crude attempt at cunnilingus. After just a few minutes, he pushed himself up off his knees and knee walked forward until his pecker was touching her cunt lips. There he dropped down atop her, flexed his hips and drove himself to the root in her guts in one drive. We could see the rictus her mouth made as she screamed. It was obvious to each of us that she was screaming from pain, not pleasure.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw tears running down May's face, and the little cringe when she saw again the rough way Ralph had driven himself into her. Just like last night, he came within a moment or two and then collapsed atop her. He lay like that for maybe fifteen minutes, then started to pump his cock in and out of her again.
Stopping the tape, I asked if she wanted to see any more. My wife just looked helplessly at me.
"Come in the house now, May. I think we have a lot to talk about, and I don't know where this is going." With that I led her into the kitchen where I sat her at the kitchen table, and then sat down at the end of the table next to her.
"I can explain," May mumbled while the tears ran down her face.
"That's what I need, an explanation," I answered. "What is the explanation?"
"Gary, this goes back to college, and a promise I made one night to Ralph."
"How many years ago did you promise him yourself, May?" I asked.
"No, Gary it wasn't like that. We were both drunk. Ralph and I had been dating. He and I were an item. He was a hunk, and I liked him. For a while I was wondering if he was the one. Everyone thought we were but I didn't want to get committed to him and he never really pushed for us to be 'intimate' though he had a real reputation as a lady killer. I started rooming with Crystal, and they began dating.
"For a while he was going out with both of us, though I guess Crystal and he ended up in bed soon after he started taking her out. Nothing serious for Ralph and I, but Crystal and he were heading toward where they are now. Ralph had an interesting reputation among the coeds. Until I came along, there was a lot of competition to get a one-night stand with him and he was supposed to be pretty special in bed. I wasn't a virgin, I told you that, but I was pretty particular about handing out my favors. One night Ralph and I were sitting around my room, sharing a few drinks while waiting for Crystal to come back from what ever she was doing. We started talking, and as we drank we both got more and more risqué."
"Somehow in our conversation, I told Ralph that the only reason he and I hadn't been intimate was my fear of getting pregnant. That wasn't really the only reason, but it was one I could give him. And he had turned me on pretty hard on occasion. Ralph was famous for not using a condom, he expected his partners to be on the pill. I don't know how now, but somehow I told him if there were no chance of him getting me pregnant I would let him have me. He kind of sneered at me, and told me something like, 'yeah, sure'. Anyway, we got to arguing and after a while I got a piece of paper and wrote a promissory note. I told him that if I could be sure he couldn't get me pregnant, I'd spend an evening in bed with him."