Goose and Gander


Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Humor, Cheating, Slut Wife, Revenge, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: This is a tale of corrupt politicians and cheating in Smalltown, USA. It isn't to be taken seriously, and includes plenty of tongue-in-cheek moments. LOL

I loved my wife. Let me get that out front right now. I'd been with her since we were in Junior High. We were good friends back then, and she was my female best bud. We shared a lot together, and when we started to realize that we had feelings for each other, we acted on them.

We lost our virginities on her 18th birthday, and I am proud to say that I made her come several times that night. We had rented a motel room for the occasion, and thanks to her mom putting her on the pill a few months before in anticipation of that moment, we were as safe as possible.

It started off very awkward, but we managed to find a good rhythm by the second go-round. God Bless Internet Porn for giving me the pointers I needed on eating pussy (which I love, by the way), and other things. The Kama Sutra came in handy, too! One thing about Julee is that she has the smallest pussy I've ever heard of. I'm not a Superman down there, but she can't even take all of me inside her! She's also extremely tight, sometimes uncomfortably so for me when she clamps down on me when she comes.

Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Cal Wilson. I'm 5'11" and weigh around 175 to 180 or so. I don't get on the scale every day. I'm in good shape at 32, and still run every day, going back to running Track & Field in High School and College. I have dark brown hair with some premature gray streaks, but my best feature, or so I've been told, is my emerald green eyes. I work as a Detective in the local police force. Our small little town doesn't have much crime, so my job is fairly easy.

My wife is Julee Wilson, formerly Julee Vickers. Yeah, her mom spelled her name with two E's on the end, just to be different, I guess. Not that it mattered. Me and Julee were the pair that everyone said was made for each other. God, she's gorgeous! Long auburn hair, bright sky blue eyes, and a body that can stop a war! 36C-23-37 measurements for the win, and standing 5'6". She's also 32.

So after college, we decided it was time to get hitched, and for 10 years, we had a great life! We did the Kama Sutra page by page, and our sex life never suffered! I wined her, dined her, and took her on romantic dates quite a few times during each year, and not just for holidays. She works as a paralegal at one of our town's two law firms.

Now, Jimmy Greene is the guy that was the Quarterback in High School. The guy whose bread would always fall butter-side up if he were to ever drop it. In other words, he was The Golden Boy ... until he got his knee busted beyond full repair while playing NCAA Football. When he got back to town, his father, the town Mayor, decided to give him a job in City Hall, which worked closely with the Sheriff's Office.

Jimmy always had a thing for Julee. He would find us on dates back when we were in High School, and even though he had a girlfriend, he would flirt with Julee openly in front of both me and his own girlfriend Cynthia. Julee, God Bless Her, never flirted back, though some of the stuff he said to her made her blush, and made me angry.

I told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever made a play for Julee, I would make him pay. He smiled and told me I had nothing to worry about, that it was all fun and games.

Jimmy and Cynthia got married right after she graduated College, and he had been working at City Hall for a year already.

How do they fit into my tale? Well, I will get to that in a bit.

About a year ago, Julee and I had plans one Friday night, when I got a call on my cell from Sheriff Barton. He told me that he hated to interrupt my day off, but I needed to get to come into work. I asked what was wrong, and he said that all patrol cars were tied up, and they got a call to a domestic disturbance close to where I lived. Since I was closest, he said that I could just go straight there. Sheriff Barton wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I was scheduled for tonight off.

And since I didn't want to make waves, I apologized to my wife, strapped on my belt with badge and .357 Magnum in my holster, and headed out to the address he'd given me.

Sure enough, when I got there, Sue Roberts had called it in that her husband Hunter had been hitting her again. He was drunk as usual, and had decided to take it out on her and their kids.

It took a while to talk him down, and drag him in for booking. Sue, as usual, declined to press charges. I, as usual, told her to get him some help, and she, also as usual, promised that she would, and that she would get rid of all alcohol in the house. I sighed in exasperation. Every month or two, we would get the same exact call about the same exact situation. Tonight, however, was a bit different.

I was tied up with paperwork at the office until around midnight, and when I got home, I saw Jimmy and Julee sitting on the couch. Julie looked like she had taken another shower since I got called away. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. What the hell was he doing here? I thought.

"What's going on, Jimmy? Honey?" I said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. "Sorry about earlier. Hunter has been booked again, and hopefully Sue will either leave him, or get him the help he needs this time."

"No problem, sweetheart." She replied with a smile. "Cynthia went out of town with her folks, and Jimmy called shortly after you left to see if we were doing anything tonight."

"Yeah, man. Sorry about that. I didn't know it was your date night." Jimmy shrugged. "I guess it was lucky that you got that call, huh?" He had that cocky smile on his face, and I was once again reminded that this guy was a Grade-A Number One Douchebag.

Now the alarm bells in my head were going off. Jimmy has always been a snake that thinks his shit don't stink. I decided to be polite. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Jimmy. About Cynthia, I mean. But if you don't mind, I would like to take my wife to bed and try to make up for having to go into work tonight."

"Oh, sure, man. Sorry about that." He got up quickly and saw himself out. I locked the door behind him and went back over to Julee.

"Baby, I'm sorry about earlier." I said, taking her in my arms. "Next Friday, I'm telling him to get Bill or Dave instead of me, ok?"

Julee knew what it would sometimes be like, married to a cop. She smiled. "It's ok, sweetheart. Jimmy and I just talked for a while, catching up, you know?"

I smiled. "No problem, baby." I said, the alarm bells slowly clanging down. Nothing in her demeanor said that there was anything else going on, at least. I might not have been able to trust Jimmy, but I could trust Julee. Hell, I'd trusted Julee for over half my life!

We made love that night, long and slow. We both came multiple times, and at least the night had been salvaged!

That, however, was only the beginning. Over the next two months, we managed to get in TWO date nights when I wasn't being called to one thing or another. Julee was getting pissed off, and so was I. Unfortunately, while I was getting pissed off at my boss, she was getting pissed off at me. I was her husband, but I was putting The Job before her. That was her view on it, at least. Shit, I couldn't even blame her for thinking that way!

Cynthia kept having to go out of town more and more when her folks moved out to the big city. She would go for long weekends whenever they needed something. She came back early one Sunday, and the next thing I knew, I was getting a phone call from her.

"Detective Wilson." I said, answering my cell.

"C ... Cal! Thank God! You need to get over here NOW!" She said, damn near screaming into my ear. She was definitely upset, and I asked what was going on. "Just get over to my house!" She said. Not OUR house. MY house. Was there trouble with Jimmy?

I had been doing my shift at the Sheriff's office, and told Barton that I got a call from Cythia, and asked for the rest of the day off. He got a strange look on his face, but just nodded and went back to his crossword.

So I flashed on down to Jimmy and Cynthia's place, and was surprised to find Julee's car in the driveway, and the alarm bells had turned into a full blown klaxon in my head. Cynthia was pacing out front, and I saw tears her in eyes when she ran up to me as I got out of my car. My unmarked was actually my car with radio and sirens/lights put in. I love my Dodge Charger.

"Cal, thank God you're here! I don't know what to do!" She sobbed into my chest as she hugged me tight.

"Whoa, slow down, Cyn. What's going on?" I said in a calming voice.

She looked up at me, and I'm sure my confusion was registering on my face as I looked at Julee's car and then back to her.

Suddenly, her face paled, and she put her hands over her mouth. "Cyn, what's going on here? Why is my wife's car in your driveway?"

"You mean you don't know?!" Her eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Know WHAT? What the hell is going on here, Cyn?!" I was getting exasperated again, and the alarm klaxon was clanging double time in my brain. Then it hit me. "SONUVABITCH!" I shouted as I drew my weapon and headed for the door.

I opened the door and went back toward the bedroom. I kicked the door open and saw the tableau. I blinked twice at the frozen lovers. My heart fell out of my chest as I saw Julee, buck naked, kneeling astride Jimmy with his cock buried in her pussy to the hilt.

From the locker room back in high school, I KNEW he wasn't nearly as well hung as I am. I holstered my weapon and looked at Julee. I pulled out my cell and started snapping pics. I got four of them before they came to their senses and Julee jumped off his little condom covered dick.

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