I just found out that my wife is a sneaking, conniving bitch and I don't know if I should be pissed or do something nice for her out of gratitude.

Heather and I have been together almost fifteen years, eight of it married and all of it tumultuous. Before tying the knot we must have broken up and then gotten back together at least a dozen times and each time we broke up we would each go and find someone else to fuck just to rub the other persons nose in it. That carried into our marriage and twice we separated and both times we moved in with someone else and then made a big show of how happy we were to be having sex with our new lover.

But we just couldn't stay away from each other, and no matter how bad I rubbed her nose in it (like the time I had five different girl friends) or how bad she rubbed my nose in it (like the time she did five guys at her sisters birthday party) we always ended up back together and promising each other that never again would we be apart. Believe me - our marriage was not anywhere near being a conventional one.

I work nights, eleven-thirty to eight in the morning and Heather works from seven in the morning to four. She is always gone when I get home so I usually have two options on how my day should go. I can go right to bed and then get up about the time that Heather gets home and then have dinner and spend the evening with her, or I can do yard work, work around the house or run errands until noon and then go to bed. My preference is to work until noon, but I always check with Heather to see what she wants me to do. On nights that she will be home she usually wants me to go right to bed, but on nights that she is going shopping or things like that she doesn't care what I do. Recently, however, she has been making a point of setting my schedule. I wasn't really curious as to why, but looking back at it now I guess that I should have been.

It was a morning when Heather wanted me to go straight to bed. I had come home from work, gotten out of my work clothes and I was sitting in the kitchen in my jockeys leafing through the morning paper when Heather's sister Hazel walked into the kitchen stifling a yawn. Apparently she hadn't expected me to be there because all she had on was one of Heather's see-through nighties that just barely came down to her waist. She didn't notice me sitting there as she walked to the sink to get a glass of water. Then she turned and raised her arms over her head and yawned again which sent her 36C's straight out in front of her chest which in turn caused Mr. Happy to go into a fully erect condition. She finished her yawn and noticed me for the first time.

"Well, well, what do we have here" she said as she walked toward me. "Ray baby, I didn't know you were home. Ooh, and look what you brought me" and she reached down and took hold of Mr. Happy. "I'm glad that Heather didn't let me drive home last night."

Hazel was a slut and had been one as long as I had known her which was as long as I'd known Heather. She is also a sexy looking slut and I've done my best to avoid her over the years figuring that even though I would love to jump her bones she was just too close to home. But I'm only human and when a sexy looking, mostly naked woman takes hold of my cock I'm not going to fight her off. She took my hand and pulled me out of the chair, "Come on Ray baby, it's time you got better aquatinted with me."

I started to turn in at my bedroom but Hazel pulled me away and said, "No baby, I don't mind playing with my big sisters hubby, but not in her own bed." She led me to the spare bedroom and jumped on the bed, "Come on baby, let's play."

From a purely sexual standpoint I married the wrong sister. Hazel was an insatiable slut. For three hours she put me through the wringer. She wanted to do it all and we did. She sucked my cock and I ate her pussy; she wanted it in her pussy and up her ass and I did my level best to stay with her, but eventually I just couldn't get it up again. She was lying on the bed crying "Please Ray, come on baby, just once more" as I staggered out of the room and went and collapsed in my own bed.

Hazel had been fantastic; she had a way of exercising her cunt muscles around my cock that made it feel like she had fingers inside her pussy. But as much as I loved what we had done I knew that I didn't dare do it again. As contentious as my relationship with Heather was I still loved her and getting caught fooling around with Hazel would drive a stake through the heart of our marriage. And I would get caught because that was the way my luck ran. Hazel spent the next week trying to arrange a repeat performance but I fought her off and eventually she abandoned the chase.

Almost two weeks after my intense interlude with Hazel I came home from work to find Wanda sitting on my front porch. Wanda lived next door to us and she had a problem. Her husband was out of town on business and her electric dryer wouldn't work and she had a load of clothes that she had just taken out of the washer.

"Would you look at it Ray? I wouldn't even begin to know where to look."

In a way she was lucky. I hadn't planned on coming straight home from work, but Heather had called me at work and asked me to go straight to bed, "I have plans for you tonight sweetie." That was her way of telling me that she planned on fucking my brains out when she got home.

As I followed Wanda over to her house my eyes were locked onto her magnificent ass. She didn't have much in the tit department, but her ass in a pair of jeans caused hard ons all over town. The last time Heather and I had broken up I had seriously considered taking a shot at Wanda, but her husband had returned before I could get myself off of the dime.

Sure enough, the dryer didn't work. I checked to make sure it was plugged in and then I went looking for the circuit breaker box. I found the 50-amp breaker for the dryer popped and I reset it and went back inside and told her to try it. She hit the button and the dryer started spinning.

"Thanks Ray. Can I offer you a cup of coffee?"

I said yes even though coffee was the last thing I needed before going to bed, but I did like looking at Wanda's ass so why pass up a chance? She poured me a cup and then sat down across from me, "Ray, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why are you always looking at my ass?"

Normally I would have choked on my coffee and run from the room, but at the time she asked the question I was picturing in my mind what she would look like naked and the "Because I want it" slipped out before I could stop it.

"Really? And what would you do with it if you had it?"

Of course by then I had realized just how bad I had stepped in it and I knew that there was no way I could answer her question so I got up and said, "It's time for me to be going."

I was almost at the door when she said, "What's the matter Ray? Don't you at least want a really good look at it?"

I turned to see her stepping out of her jeans and panties. She turned and bent over, "Like it Ray? My husband has been gone for two weeks Ray and I'm horny as hell. Want to help me out here Ray? Want to be a good neighbor?"

I don't make a habit of cheating on my wife, at least not to the extent that I chase after other women, but, as was the case with Hazel I'm not going to walk away from something that's dropped in my lap.

In a way I guess you could look at it from the point of view that I was saving Hank's life. He was going to be gone one more week and if Wanda was that horny then, she would have fucked Hank to death when he got home. Wanda loved sixty-nine and she loved it shoved up her ass and I was pretty much wasted when she finally let me go. As I was pulling my pants on she said, "Hank won't be home for another week and I'm afraid that the dryer might go bad again. Do you think you could come over in the morning and see that I have still have some heat?"