Debbie was a slut. She'd been one the entire time I'd known her and that had been almost ten years. Since the eleventh grade. For some strange reason known only to God my wife Tammy and Debbie have become best friends.
Even though Debbie was a round heeled slut I'd never fucked her. Not that I didn't want to because the girl was hot! Seriously hot!! But just before I turned sixteen my dad sat me down and talked about the facts of life. Not the birds and bees talk, but about life. The good, bad and the ugly and I listened because I figured dad knew what he was talking about.
During that talk I found out that dad and mom got married because they had to. Dad had gotten mom pregnant and when the families found out they forced the marriage on my parents.
"You know that I have never bad mouthed your mother in front of you, but in order for you to understand where I'm coming from I'm going to have to do it now. Your mother was a slut! To be honest about it that is why I was with her. I was a horny guy and your mother was easy pussy. I knew she was a slut, but I didn't care because I was getting laid when most of the guys my age weren't. I wasn't thinking steady girlfriend let alone marriage. All I was thinking was pussy.
"Oddly enough your mother stopped fucking other guys when she started fucking me so when she hit me with the pregnancy shit about four months after we started playing there was no question that you were mine. I dropped out of college and her father got me into the tool and die program at Kelsey.
"I guess I was a little naïve. I thought that once she got married your mother would change into a housewife and a mother and for a couple of years she did. But there is a saying that "Once a slut always a slut" and the saying proved true where your mother was concerned.
"It was three years after we married and I was working the swing shift. I was turning a piece of stock on a lathe when the piece shattered and a chunk of it flew into my arm. They ran me to the hospital where they removed the piece, stitched up my arm and sent me home. I walked into the house and found your mother in bed with one of my so-called friends. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his pants and bailed out the bedroom window.
"There was a lot of crying and begging. She had gone out with your Aunt Ruth and a couple of girlfriends and they had done a lot of drinking and I let her convince me that he had taken advantage of her while she was drunk. We worked by it, but six months later I caught her again. There was the same begging and pleading as the first time, but that time I kicked her out of the house. Then both families went to work on me and I got weak minded and took her back. One year later I caught her again and tossed her out again and again both families went to work on me to take her back. I got some backbone that time and told them that she wasn't coming back into my life and if they didn't butt out they would be out of my life too.
"Three months later she left town with some guy she met in a bar. One year later I divorced her for abandonment. A couple of years after that I heard that she died of Aids some place in Nevada,
"I've always told you that she died of cancer because I didn't think you should know the truth about your mom while you were so young. My point here is that you are at the stage in your life when your hormones are going to be running wild. Learn from your daddy. If a girl is too easy to get you don't want her. If a girl is too easy to get stay as far away from here as you can. Let some other poor dumb ass ruin his life over her."
I listened to what dad said and I took it to heart. I did ignore some of it and a couple of times I did dive into a girl who was easy, but I always wore a rubber to protect me from disease and keep me from becoming a daddy. That is I did right up until Fred Ingram had to marry Barb Beeler because the rubber broke. After that easy pussy was off limits as far as I was concerned and that is the reason that I never fucked smoking hot Debbie.
Why this discourse? To set the scene. Because Debbie was in my living room sitting on the couch.
It was a Friday night and Tammy was spending the night with her sick mother and wouldn't be home until her dad got home from his business trip sometime Saturday morning.
Tammy was gone and Debbie was sitting on my couch and doing her best to tempt me into sinking my cock into her. Why did I think that? Call it an educated guess. A guess based on the fact she was wearing a mini skirt, CFMs with four inch heels, a low cut blouse with no bra and sitting across from me on the couch, legs spread wide with no panties to cover her shaven pussy. And let us not forget that Debbie was a slut.
As she made some meaningless chatter I let my mind wander back in time. Debbie had tried to get with me several times. We had dated a time or two and had it been pre-Fred and not post-Fred she would have been successful, but it was post-Fred and so I ducked her. Deb went back east for college and I stayed local and went to State. In my second year I met Tammy and by the end of our junior year we were engaged to be married.
Debbie had a death in the family that necessitated her transferring to State to finish college. State had a requirement that you had to earn a minimum of thirty credit hours at State in order to get a degree from them, but Debbie had a very influential family and they had good lawyers and they managed to get that number down to twenty. Debbie was determined to graduate on time so during summer school before senior year and during senior year she carried that twenty hour load (I said she was a slut. I never said she was stupid).
Tammy, my fiancée, had been a bit of a party girl during her freshman year and had let a couple of classes slip. Being determined to graduate with me she also took classes prior to our senior year. I spent that summer working as an intern at an engineering firm in Dallas and when I came home just before the start of senior year I found that in my absence Tammy and Debbie had somehow bonded and were fast friends.
I'd be lying through my teeth if I said that it didn't bother me. I spent many a night wondering if Tammy had gone out with Debbie in the evenings. It had been a few years since I'd last seen Debbie and she could have changed, but I remembered her as a slut and remembering my daddy's words "Once a slut always a slut" I assumed that she still was one. The question was "Did she do it while Tammy was along with her?" Fuck yeah I was worried. I snooped and sniffed around, but I never found out anything that clued me in one way or the other.
We made it through our senior year and Tammy and I married. One year later Debbie met Dennis Fraser and they married and Debbie seemed to change. Debbie and Tammy maintained their friendship and we had Debbie and Dennis over for barbecues and we went to their place for pool parties.
About a year after Debbie and Denis married she was back to her slutty ways. I didn't know if Dennis knew, but I had doubted it and if Tammy knew she kept it from me. I only knew because I saw Debbie and Mark Mosser going at it on the back seat of Mark's Impala in the parking lot at The Landing Strip the night of Gene Greniger's birthday party. When I asked Mark about it later he told me that he'd caught her doing Phil Reed during a party at Mike Mattson's house and thought he might give her a try. Mark told me I should give her a go if I ever got the chance.
"That's prime pussy hoss. Never had better and don't expect to ever find better."
After that I kept a close eye on Tammy's doings whenever she was around Debbie.
I finished my musings as Debbie said, "We've known each other a long time Frank and I have a problem that I need your help with."
"I'll help if I can Deb. What's the problem?"
"It is really, really personal, but you have known me a long time and you know how I used to be in high school and if I was still that way I'd do what I did then and just hook up with some guy. I can't do that now that I'm a married lady."
"What is it that you need Deb?"
"It is something that I need for my mental health Frank. I'm coming to you because I know I can trust you. I know what happens here will stay here."
"Stop beating around the bush Debbie. What do you want?"
"I want you to make love to me."
"Are you nuts?! My God Deb; Tammy would kill me and Dennis would probably try to do it before Tammy could."
"Tammy would never know and Dennis wouldn't do a thing even if he found out. He would be too busy cowering."
"That's what this is all about. Getting even with Dennis. Dennis had an affair with one of the girls he works with. It is over now and he doesn't know that I know. I'm not happy with him right now, but I do love the schmuck and I see no reason to ruin the marriage over it. The problem is that the way I wired I can't let him get away with it without doing something to even the score even if he never knows about it. I have to get even, but it has to be with someone who I know will keep quiet about it.
"How about it Frank? I know you wanted me when we were in school and I know you are interested and have thought about doing me. When we have gone out clubbing with Tammy and Dennis and you danced with me I've felt that interest against my leg. Our secret Frank; just the two of us."
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