One of the most common aphorisms, or sound bites, that one often hears about the kind of life one should live is the Golden Rule:
"Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."
I believe in the Golden Rule and I try to live by it because I also believe in another common aphorism that says,
"You reap what you sow,"
and I try and sow good things in the hopes that some day good things will be returned to me. A couple of years ago I had an experience that changed my life and has really convinced me of the wisdom in that prescription for living.
It was a nice Friday afternoon about 3:00 pm in April and I had just left work and was on my way home on the parkway. I lived about ten miles away in a little subdivision right outside the beltway and the commute usually only took about 20 minutes at the most. I was in the left hand lane zipping along pretty briskly when all of a sudden after about a mile of travel all traffic in the two lanes in my direction jammed up and came to a halt.
"Oh no...", I thought in dismay, " ... not another traffic accident on a Friday afternoon."
Traffic was moving at a snail's pace with constant stop and go movement at about 1 or 2 miles per hour. This had gotten to be a not so rare occurrence on Fridays over the last year so I resigned myself to at least another hour or two before I would get home and settled down to creep along with my mind in neutral just letting random thoughts and ideas float across my consciousness.
My wife, Helen, had left on Wednesday morning for St Louis to play in a regional duplicate bridge tournament and would not be back home for about two weeks. The tournament would last for five days and be over on Sunday, but then she was heading up to Chicago for about 9 or 10 days to visit some mutual friends of ours who were also bridge players.
I was wondering how she was doing in the bridge tournament and also wondered if she had found another female bridge player to share her hotel room. She usually tries to team up with some other woman bridge player to share a hotel room with to keep expenses down, or at least that's what she usually tells me that she intends to do, but she hadn't tried this time. Then I started wondering if the reason why was because she had planned to meet some male bridge playing friend or friends to sleep with during the tournament.
Even though Helen and I had not had any sex with each other in a very long time, my imagined vision of her fucking and sucking off other men and gobbling down their loads of cum always excited my imagination and was guaranteed to turn my cock into a rigid, hot piece of meat. And as I sat there stalled in that traffic jam in the high riding cab of my 4x4 pickup truck, I thought it would be a good time to leisurely beat my meat and get my rocks off.
So I began zoning out and conjuring up in my mind different fantasy scenarios about how Helen might be sucking some guy's cock and eating his cum and fucking his brains out at night after a day of bridge playing, or maybe taking on two or three guys from one of her bridge teams to let all the members of her team fuck her in her cunt, ass, and mouth at the same time. It was particularly erotically exciting to imagine her with a cock n her cunt, and a cock in her ass, and a cock in her mouth, all of them shooting cum into her body and filling her up with thick, creamy cock sauce.
Now you might think that is a very bizarre fantasy for a man to have about his wife, especially a wife that he isn't fucking on a regular basis, so maybe I ought to offer a little explanation for having that kind of fantasy about my wife.
Helen and I were both 41 at that time. We first met in our freshman year in high school when we were both 15 years old and had been sweethearts all through high school. She was a real knockout- a beautiful blond virgin with a perfect hourglass figure of soft but firm flesh sitting on two long slim legs and topped by two spectacular big tits. Every stud in school had made a run on her cunt hoping to be the one to capture her cherry, but she turned them all away, and for some reason that I will never really understand, she picked me!
But don't misunderstand me, I wasn't a nerd or a geek or anything like that. But I also wasn't one of those larger than life, big time star athletic jocks that all the girls used to swoon over so much. You know- the kind that the girls would just lie down and spread their legs for and offer up their cunts on a silver platter. I was just an average good looking guy, but not a Greek Adonis; an average good varsity athlete, but not a superstar; an average C+ to B student, but no Einstein.
BUT, I did have one very big thing going for me. I had an 8 inch cock when it was hard and ready for action and my buddies labeled me with the nickname, "Hose". It was pretty common knowledge around school why I was labeled with that nickname. I used to think that was the reason that Helen chose me for a boyfriend, but I don't anymore as I will explain shortly.
Two months after we started going steady in our freshman year I broke her cherry and for the next three years we fucked and sucked each other off like rabbits. Helen loved to suck my cock and eat my cum and I got my cock sucked off almost every day and often more than once a day- especially on those days when she was on the rag. But right after our senior year started we screwed up, and I knocked her up. I did the "right thing" and married her and one week after graduation she had twin baby girls. We were both just barely 18 years old and so up to the time of this story, we had been married for 23 years- almost 24 years.
For the first ten to twelve years of our marriage our sex life was great but then it started to taper off in frequency and intensity. Helen had started playing duplicate bridge several years before and her skills had developed rapidly and she was deeply involved in the game. At the same time that her interest and participation in duplicate bridge began taking off with increasing intensity, so did her interest in robust sex seemed to have began declining with a corresponding decrease in frequency and intensity.
She began competing seriously at duplicate bridge, going off frequently on short two day weekend trips to play in local club duplicate bridge tournaments around the metro area and nearby towns, and continued to build her reputation in our region as a top flight bridge player. Over the next four or five years sex between us had become so perfunctory and routine that it just didn't excite me any more.
Helen stopped giving me blow jobs and stopped initiating any kind of sex with me and on the few occasions when I was horny enough to want to cunt fuck her with my cock, she would just lay there and let me poke my cock in and out of her cunt until I shot my wad. And so I started casting around for something to spice up our sex life or at the very least, spice up my sex life.
It was at about this time that our twin daughters, Sandra and Amanda turned 15 and had developed into two really beautiful, blond, hot, little teenage sex pots with great tits, tight cunts and asses, and long tapered legs. All of a sudden, in my sex starved state of mind, I found myself fantasizing and obsessing about fucking my daughters and having them suck my cock and eat my cum.
While I never knew for certain at that time, I was positive in my own mind that my twins had become little fuck sluts at their high school which only exacerbated my overwhelming desire to fuck their little brains out over a very bad twelve to eighteen month period during their last two years of high school when all I could think about was fucking them and having them give me cum eating blow jobs.
I'm very glad today that I was able to resist those primitive, animalistic urges until they left for college because they are now 25 years old and both of them have been high class call girl whores for almost three years. I would have been totally engulfed in remorse and guilt if I had seduced and fucked them both when they were teenagers, which would have made me think that I was the cause of their becoming whores.
I found out they were whores about three years ago when I paid them a visit when they were living and supposed to be working in New York. Helen and I thought they were working in journalism because that's what they studied in college, but they admitted to me they were call girl whores. They also told me that they knew that I had wanted to fuck them in the worst way when they were sexy young teens and they used to have fun by "accidentally" flashing their tits and cunts around me to get me all worked up with a hard on.
They said that at one time they started to seduce me, because they wanted to try out my huge cock. But then they thought better of it since they were afraid Helen might have found out and created a big problem for them, and they were already getting plenty of fucking at school as high school fuck sluts and didn't want to screw that up. They were very happy that I had visited them without Helen (she was at a bridge tournament) because that gave them a second chance to sample my 8 inch cock and they made the most of it.
What I never knew, (and until recently, thought that Helen didn't know either-which I'll tell you about later) was that after the twins left home for college, that they had supplemented the meager allowances that I could afford to give them while they were in college by working as escort girl type whores fucking and sucking off their clients, and they enjoyed it so much that they decided on their own to become full time professional whores when they graduated college three years ago.
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