This story starts with my wife making a different decision than she did in 'Two Conditions.' You may want to read that one first as background.
Nancy was in serious trouble, I could tell. I had left her alone at home with my three poker buddies, not because I wanted to, but because we had all sworn, in a weak moment of drunken horniness, that we would each do that one time. But I had cheated, and snuck back to watch what was happening. What I saw had me in a panic. The guys were taking turns kissing her in the kitchen, and not just kissing. She was obviously hot as hell. Nancy was in serious trouble.
I couldn't just burst into the house. The guys would never forgive me for welching, and it looked like Nancy would also hate me for interrupting her fun. Or if she didn't hate me, she would be so ashamed that she would run home to mama, and probably never come back.
No, what I needed was a way to bring her back to reality just long enough that she would - hopefully - realize that she loved me and needed to stop what she was doing. And I had to do that without letting her know that I knew she was in serious trouble.
A phone call seemed to be the only way out. Since I had told her I would be at the office, and since we have Caller ID, I was going to have to call her from my office. I cursed the delay, but it was unavoidable.
I literally had my fingers crossed as I listened to the phone ring. Please, please, let it not be too late!
"Oh, Dick, hello!"
"Hi, I just wanted to check in and be sure things were OK."
She paused just a moment before replying. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Are the guys still there?"
"No, they just now left."
What a relief! I felt as if a crushing load had been lifted from me and I could suddenly float.
"Oh, OK." I quickly changed what I had planned to say.
"Well, I have good news. I got the mess here cleaned up faster than I expected, and I'm on my way home."
"Oh, Dick, I'm so happy. Please hurry home; I can't wait to see you."
I kind of suspected, and certainly hoped, that she would want to do more than see me.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you."
"I love you more."
"No, I love you even more than that. Bye, sweetie."
"Bye, honey. Hurry!"
I certainly did.
The house was dark when I walked in, so I went directly back to our bedroom. The lights were on, and she was lying in bed with the sheet up to her chin and a big sexy grin on her face.
"One guess as to what I'm wearing."
"Hmmm, maybe that sexy baby doll outfit I love so much?"
"Nope, so now you have to come to bed and find out for yourself."
"OK, but shouldn't I shower first?"
"I can't wait that long, and tonight I don't care how stinky you are. Just take off your clothes and climb in."
"All my clothes?"
"Oh, baby, you're giving me an instant boner."
You'd better believe I was out of my clothes in nothing flat, with a long hard rod that was seven inches under the sheet before the rest of me got there. What I found was skin - nothing but skin all over her body. No wonder I couldn't guess what she was wearing.
I rolled up against her and started kissing the first thing my mouth touched, which was her cheek, and then her mouth as she turned her face toward me. My hand landed on her belly, which was quivering. I started stroking up and down, from the bottom of her rib cage down to the top edge of her curly triangle.
After a couple of passes her pelvis started bucking up as my hand went down, so I decided to let it drift a bit lower. When I reached her mons she started moaning in my mouth, so I kept pushing lower, letting her pussy lips split my fingers. As I slipped my fingers down the outside of her lips she started pumping her tongue frantically into my mouth. Her pelvis had stopped pumping, now, but her ass was completely off the bed as she pressed up against me, her muscles quivering from the strain.
My fingers had reached the back end of her lips, so I brought them together and started back up inside the outer folds. My God! She was sopping wet! As soon as my middle finger started probing her inner lips she tore her mouth away from mine, arched her back, and screamed. Her cunt was like quicksand. It opened up and sucked my finger into its depths. I swear, I didn't push at all. My finger was literally sucked in. And once it was in I immediately felt the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt muscles as her orgasm went on, and on, and on.
At long last the pulses slowed, then stopped, and her body finally dropped back down to the bed. She was still panting, and I could hear her heart thudding against my chest. As soon as she had the energy, she wrestled me on top of her.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she hissed into my ear.
I was more than ready, and had no trouble getting the head of my cock into position. My cock is fatter than most, and I usually have to work it into her slowly, but not tonight. Her cunt sucked it in as easily as it had sucked my finger in. I didn't push; I was pulled; pulled into the hottest, wettest, most stimulating cunt I had ever experienced.
This time I was the one who screamed, and I kept screaming as I bucked twice and then let go. RAM and SQUIRT; squeeze, squeeze; RAM/SQUIRT; squeeze, squeeze; RAM/SQUIRT; squeeze, squeeze. I felt like I was never going to stop.
But of course it did finally stop, and I lay panting on top of her, cock still sucked into cunt.
"Oh, my God, Nancy, it's never been like that!" I finally puffed.
"Oh, yes, yes, Dick, I agree!"
We lay there kissing and snuggling for a very long time. Finally Nancy spoke up.
"Richard, I need to tell you something."
OK, here it comes. She never calls me Richard unless she wants to be really serious. I reminded myself that I needed to pretend I didn't know what she was going to tell me, and later act incredulous and then shocked.
"Sure, Nancy, what is it?"
"I've been a very bad girl."
"What'd you do, go out and spend all our money?"
"No, Richard, much worse than that. This is serious."
"OK, I'll listen. What is it?"
"It was tonight, after you left for the office. I ... I let someone kiss me."
"Oh. One of the guys?"
"Yes ... I mean no. Actually ... I let all of them kiss me. Oh, Richard, I'm so ashamed of myself."
"My God, I don't know what to say. How did it happen?"
"It seemed so innocent at first. They were laughing and joking, and I was laughing with them and having a good time, and I guess they were teasing me a little, but nothing to worry about. Then when ... one of the guys won a hand, ... someone ... said I should kiss him to congratulate him. I was in a good mood, just having fun with them, so I did. Just a quick kiss on the cheek."
"That's not so bad. You could have done that if I was there and I wouldn't have minded."
"It gets worse," she whispered.
I didn't say anything; just waited for her to go on.
"Well, then I started doing that for each of the guys when they won, and it went on like that for a while. But then ... someone ... pushed his chair back when he won a hand, and when I leaned over to kiss his cheek he grabbed me and pulled me on his lap. And when he got me there he ... kissed me on the mouth. It was just a quick kiss, but it wasn't right."
"I see what you mean, but that wasn't your fault."
"I know, but that isn't all. The other two guys spoke up and said he wasn't being fair. Then ... someone ... said he needed to pay a penalty for going too far. So he ... well, I was wearing my apron, the one with a pocket in front, and he ... took one of the chips he'd just won and dropped it in my apron pocket. He said that would take care of the penalty. The other guys laughed and agreed.
"I was very embarrassed by the whole thing, but I decided to let it pass. Maybe you can guess what happened after that. The next guy that won did the same thing. The other two guys cheered when he did, and I tried to act very upset but ... Oh, Richard, here's where I started being a bad girl ... I actually kind of liked kissing him on the mouth.
"He dropped a token in my apron pocket, and they kept playing. After that, at the end of every hand, I knew, and everybody else knew, that I was going to sit on the winner's lap and kiss him on the mouth."
"Oh ... I see. You really shouldn't have done that, should you? But at least it was just a quick kiss."
"Well, that's the way it started but ... oh, I'm so ashamed ... after a few hands the kisses started getting longer." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she added, "and I started liking them more and more."
I reached out to touch her, and she was shivering all over. I pulled her tightly to me and reassured her that it was OK, that I loved her.
She pulled back, and in a shaky voice said, "You shouldn't say that until you know the whole story. It gets worse."
I tried to sound shocked. "Nancy! I ... you don't have to tell me all the details if you don't want to."
"But I do want to. I mean, I need to. If we're going to make this marriage work then we have to be honest with each other, especially about things like this."
"Wha ... what are you saying," I sputtered. "Surely this can't be so serious you think I'd divorce you. It's not like that, is it?"
"I'm not sure. It was pretty bad. I need to tell you so you can decide how you feel about it."
"OK, I'm listening."
.... There is more of this story ...