Slut Set Free

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, .

Desc: Sex Story: She had buried it, but it came back.

I watched the muscles ripple on his back as he bent to pick his trousers up from the floor. He looked over at me, still on the bed, leaning on an elbow and watching him dress and he smiled at me. I watched him tuck his shrunken cock into his jockey shorts and wished that I had been able to get it up one more time. Call me Little Miss Greedy Guts since I had already managed to get four times out of him. No, make that Mrs. Greedy Guts. He finished dressing, came over, bent down and kissed me and asked:

"Thursday?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the World" I said and as soon as the motel door closed behind him I sat up and got off the bed. I went to my travel case and got out the Massengill Vinegar and Water douche and my douche bag and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, showered, douched and dressed in jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes I left the motel room, got in my car and drove to the gym.

My gym membership included a locker and I put my travel case and the shoulder bag holding the garter belt, nylons and high heels in the locker, locked it and headed for home. As I drove I ran through my mental check list. Nothing in the car he could find if he went looking. The fresh smell of soap and shampoo explained away by my showering after my gym work out. The phone calls arranging the time and place (never the same place twice in a row) made from the pay phone at the 7-11. Satisfied that there wasn't anything to trip me up I turned on the radio and listened to what Ed Schultz had to say on Air America radio.


I was in the kitchen stirring the sauce for the linguini when he got home. He walked into the kitchen, walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek and asked me what was for dinner.

"Linguini with Alfredo sauce, garlic bread and I've opened a bottle of Chianti to give it some time to breathe."

"How long until dinner?"

"About fifteen minutes."

"I'll be in the den going over some papers."

Of course you will, I thought, where else would you be. It's where you spend every waking hour when you aren't at work.

Breakfast and dinner were the two times during the day when he made an attempt to pretend he cared about me and what I did. "How was your day?" he asked as he topped off his glass with Chianti.

"It was okay. There really isn't a whole lot to keep me busy with the kids gone. Not that I'm complaining of course. I think that it is great that your mom and dad wanted to take them to Yellowstone and to see Mount Rushmore and truth be told I do need a break from time to time. But with them gone it leaves me with a lot of empty time on my hands to try and fill. I had a very good work out today. The rest of the time I spent cleaning house."

"I sometimes think that you spend too much time at that gym. You can overdo things you know."

"I don't know if you have ever noticed it or not, but the next time you go to the doctor's office and they weight you on the scale read the message in the frame on the wall just above the scale."

"Why? What does it say?"

"It says, "Those who can not find time for exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness." I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm as healthy as a horse and I owe it all to my exercising."

She smiled to herself as she thought, "Both at the gym and at other places" as the memories of that afternoon's activities came back to her.

"I still think you spend too much time there."

I wanted to say that it wouldn't hurt him any to spend a little time there - get rid of that pot belly - but I knew if I said anything I'd be beating a dead horse. I knew all the excuses by heart. "I don't have the time to waste on things like that." "I don't need it; I'm in better shape than half of the men my age." "I have more important things to do with my time."

Yeah, I thought, like sitting in your den pretending to do work you brought home while what you are really doing is visiting porn sites on your computer.

After dinner he disappeared into his den again leaving me to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. When that was done I dropped in front of the TV set and watched NCIS. I liked that show because I can identify with the characters. I've known obnoxious assholes like Tony and I went to school with guys just like McGee. I even have a girlfriend who is just as Goth as Abby. And I think that Mark Harmon is a hunk! When the program was over I grabbed the Randy Wayne White novel I was reading ("Dark Light") and headed for bed.

I put on a sexy black peignoir just in case he wanted to play when he came to bed. I never refused and I always made it available, but I had long given up going after it. He had more excuses as to why he wasn't up to it than the most frigid woman on her worst day. I've never understood it. Not to bang my own drum, but I know I'm a great looking, desirable woman and I can't understand why he would rather be in his den, sitting in front of his computer, looking at porn and fisting himself than being in bed with me and enjoying the real thing. No matter. If he didn't want it I knew plenty who did.

I managed to get sixty pages or so done before I got drowsy. I put the book down, turned out the light and I was asleep before he came to bed.


The next morning the alarm went off at six and he lumbered out of bed and into the shower. I stretched and debated on just laying there, but of course I didn't. I did what I had done every day of our ten year marriage and I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen and put the coffee on and fixed his breakfast. I used to pack him a lunch, but now days, being that he was a big time divisional manager, he didn't take a lunch.

As he sipped his coffee he asked, "What do you have planned for today?"

"I've got laundry to do and since the kids should be home the day after tomorrow I'll need to get some grocery shopping done. I'll probably hit the gym for a work out and then spend my afternoon watching the 'soaps' or Jerry Springer."

"I don't see how anyone as intelligent as you are can watch that drivel."

"It is all I have to do to fill my time since you won't let me go back to work."

"Don't start on that again. I make more than enough to take care of this family and it is important that the kids have a stay at home mom."

"The kids are in school all day. I don't need to be here for that."

"We have already had this discussion. In fact, we have had it too many times. Let it be."

I really didn't want to go back to work, but once in a while it does me good to pull his chain. A year ago I wanted desperately to go back to work -- anything to get me out of the house -- but that was then. I had too much going on during the day now to want to ruin it by going back to work.

As soon as he left for work I pulled on a tank top, a pair of shorts and slipped into a pair of flip flops. I drove the eight miles to the 7-11 and used the pay phone. He sounded asleep when he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Good morning sunshine. Are we still on for today?"

"You have to ask?"

"A girl likes to be sure. Where and when?"

"The Super 8 on Wilcox?"

"No, we used that one last Friday. We need something new. How about the Best Western on Madison? We haven't been there in a while. What time?"

"How about we make it at eleven?"

"That will work sweetie. See you there."

Back to the house where I made sure that my cell phone was charged and then I grabbed a short skirt and a low-cut blouse and stuffed them into a Wal-Mart bag and headed for the gym. Once at the gym I ran my regular routine; twenty minutes on the treadmill to get my heart rate up, one circuit on the machines, twenty-five minutes on the Stairmaster and then a long, hot shower. Nylons, garter belt and heels were already in my locker so I put them on, slipped into the skirt and blouse and headed for the Best Western.

As I drove I paid close attention to the cars behind me and several times I made sudden turns and quick stops to see if anyone was following me. Satisfied that no one was I continued on to the Best Western.

I was sitting there when he pulled in and I saw him glance my way. He went in, got a room and then came out, got in his car and drove to the north end of the building where he parked, got out of the car and went inside. I waited a couple of minutes and then I got out of my car and entered the south end of the building and walked down the hall until I came to an open door. I looked inside and saw him smiling as he waited for me. I entered the room, pushed the door closed behind me and he stepped forward, took me in his arms and kissed me. He stepped back and said:

"I swear, you look sexier and more fuckable every time I see you."

"You keep talking like that and I may just have to rip your clothes off of you and punish you."

"Oh no, not that, anything but that."

I stepped forward and kissed him and reached for his belt. I unbuckled it, unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and then pulled down the zipper. His boxer's were already tented as I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his hardness. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Can I have it?"

"I don't know. Are you going to hurt it?"

"I might heat it up a bit, but I don't think that will cause you any great discomfort."

"Please be gentle."

I giggled as I said, "I will" and then I took him in my mouth.

It was a very active three hours and I was thoroughly satisfied when I had to call it quits.

"When can we do this again?" he asked as he dressed.

"I have something going on Thursday, but I could make it Friday."

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