Chapter 2

Although life was going quite well for us, I still didn’t believe Wyatt when he kept telling me that he had never had sex with his ex-girlfriend. In my mind, she was so beautiful and desirable that there was no way he wouldn’t have at least wanted to screw her. In my mind, he did, and I couldn’t get over it. She still lived in town and was single and I suspected that he sometimes might have been in bed with her at our house while I was at work.

Wyatt and his friend Ed went to Franky’s Bar to play pool one night. Franky’s was a neighborhood bar with a couple of pool tables, a shuffleboard, a pinball machine, and a basketball hoop, where we all hung out. I liked going there—I loved shuffleboard and pinball. There was always someone to have a beer with and some fun conversation. Pissed that Wyatt and Ed left me behind, I was in a mood. Remember, I was still no more than a girl who could work up a good pout when I didn’t get the attention I wanted. Not long after they left someone knocked on the door. Carlos—a mutual friend of ours—was looking for Wyatt. When I told him that Wyatt and Ed went to Franky’s to play pool Carlos said, “Why don’t we go to Franky’s and surprise them? The worst case is that you will beat me at shuffleboard.” He chuckled. “I can never keep my mind on the game with you next to me, those gorgeous puppies of yours jiggling are just too much of a distraction.”

I always loved when someone said stuff about my tits. But I blushed and demurely lowered my eyes when Carlos said, “Ole Wyatt hit the jackpot when he threw over Jacquline for you, Rachel. I never liked that bitch anyway; she was such a snob.”

“She was mighty pretty though, “I said.

“Yeah,” Carlos said, “She was a beauty queen, and knew it. But she didn’t have your tits, Rachel.”

“Didn’t have ANY,” I said with a giggle. But just talking about Jacquline was a bad subject for me that intensified my aggravation against my hubby’s old girlfriend.

“Ya know what, Rachel? Maybe, rather than going to Franky’s you and I should just ride around together for a while. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Like what?” I said sarcastically.

“Like what a dumbass Wyatt was to be fucking that prissy bitch. I wouldn’t fuck her with Ed’s dick.”

“Wyatt swears he never did,” I replied.

“Bullshit,” Carlos said, “One time I was parked at Pearson’s Ridge with a girl, and Wyatt drove up with Jacquline, parked right next to me—neither one recognized me—and I swear, before they left Jacquline was riding ole Wyatt cowboy in the front passenger’s seat.”

That did it and I said, “I don’t want to go to Franky’s, Carlos.”

“Where do you want to go Rach?”

“I want to go with you to Pearson’s Ridge, Carlos.”

“We could do that, Rachel, but why not go to my place, instead? We could have a couple of beers and get this thing you have for Jacquline out of your system.”

Ever since I knew him Carlos had a thing for me. He was a lot of fun but I never wanted to be with him that way, which was kind of strange for me because I wanted to be with almost any guy, But there was something about Carlos that kept me from trusting him. He had come onto me at a couple of parties and even tried to get into my pants on New Year’s Eve. We were in a room upstairs. I held him off. I thought he might have intentionally maneuvered me into that room because I was fuzzy from too much champagne. What he had told me about Wyatt and Jacqueline though made me see red, which made me think, I should just go home with Carlos and let him fuck my brains out. That would drive Wyatt crazy if he found out. I was sure I wouldn’t go through with it though, even as I said, “I do need to talk, Carlos, let’s go.”

The first beer hit me harder than I thought it would. As I got tipsy, Carlos began to appeal to me. By the time I was halfway through the second beer, Carlos was kissing me and when he slid his hand inside my bra he said, “Jesus, Rachel, I always wanted to feel these puppies,” words that I wanted to hear no matter who said them. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of Carlos’ bed while he stood in front of me while I held my tits together and was fucking them. It was the first time I felt a man’s cum spurt on my neck and the underside of my chin. “JESUS, you’re hot, Rachel,” he said.

While waiting for his breath to normalize, he laid down with me and cuddled, not seeming to mind laying his face on my cum-covered tits and snuggling. Soon, we were kissing ... he was so tender about it ... his lips were incredibly soft. I stroked his cock back into an erection and he played with my pussy, getting me good and wet. When he thrust his cock inside me, I liked two things about it; his cock moving inside me and getting even with hubby for fucking Jacquline—or at least I thought. Carlos wasn’t just fucking me though. His cock was taking a trip inside my cunt for what must have lasted a half hour. He seemed to be trying to make me orgasm which I knew it would never work. I just enjoyed that hard, warm thing moving inside me for so long.

In the morning, I woke up in Carlos’ bed. My pussy kept telling me of the incredible distance his cock had traveled inside my cunt. Carlos was snoring beside me. When I nudged him to wake him up, he became a complete jerk and treated me like shit. When Carlos dropped me off in front of my house without so much as a “thank you” or “goodbye” I went in the house where I was confronted by Wyatt, who was incensed, grilling me about where I had been all night. Thinking Carlos had told the truth about Wyatt and Jacquline, I told him who I was with and what I had done, “Just like you have been fucking Jacquline behind my back.”

As he always did Wyatt denied it. And I wasn’t surprised that we had good makeup sex, and since I still had the ambient feeling of Carlos’ cock reaming me it was like being fucked by two men. This wasn’t the last time I would do something like this to get back at my husband for lying to me about Jacquline.

One rainy day after work I was standing under a shelter hoping the rain would subside so I could walk home. Just then, one of my co-workers was being dropped off for her shift by her husband, and she said to me, “Do you want a ride, Rachel? My husband can take you home.” I saw Eunice Cleaver getting out of the car on the other side, she was coming to work for the afternoon shift. With a grin, she gave me a quick wave and ran to get inside the plant out of the rain. Eunice had evidently told her husband my name. When I got into the car, he flashed a grin and said, “I’m Wally Cleaver, Eunice’s husband.” As the car moved forward, he said, “Eunice told me that you’re Rachel ... she has often said, “Rachel’s QUITE a woman, and I can see why.” He was ogling my tits. Everyone did, even Eunice. Regardless, I always liked the attention.

Even in my work clothes, my body showed well off and my big tits captured the eyes of men, something that always made my cunt feel wet. Women usually looked as well but didn’t cause my sex to secrete in the same way. Ogling them a little longer than he should have, Wally, who seemed to be quite a talker, said, “I’ve always wanted to be with a woman who was built like you, Rachel.” Eunice was flat and built like a beanpole. The next thing I knew Wally’s hand was on my thigh.

I was being sarcastic when I said, “If you want to try something with me, Wally, it might be a good idea to find an isolated spot where we can park and take our clothes off without being discovered. What do you think Eunice would think of that?”

He didn’t reply. But I saw how eager his eyes were, and how his Adam’s apple bobbed as if he had too much to swallow. With smirking lips on his determined face, Wally headed the car toward the outskirts of town. When he found an unpopulated spot and parked, I once felt the familiar sense of gratitude for being wanted by a man. Ignoring any guilt about his wife being my friend I scooted beside him on the car seat, put my hand on his knee, and leaned in for a kiss. As I moved my hand slowly up his thigh Wally’s soft lips opened slightly and by the time I felt his tongue inside my mouth, I already had my hand around his hard cock through the fabric of his pants. Grateful that this gorgeous-looking, sexy man wanted me, I was eager to get my hands around his naked phallus, have a look at it, and feel his warm bulk inside my needy cunt.

Moving to the back seat we hastily removed all our clothes. Kissing and fondling my tits, Wally finger-fucked me as I jerked his engorged cock. Spying the crystal-clear drop of precum forming in his slit I took his pulsing cock between my lips and savored the essence of his sweet precum. Wally was good, he was good-looking and made love with confident assurance that showed me that he really knew what to do with a woman. Getting on his knees in the back seat he spread my legs, bent his head down, and licked my clit—the only man other than Wyatt to have ever done that. While he fucked me long and good we moved as if we had been together before. We were that good together, fucking each other so beautifully that it felt like we were in a warm fog. It was HEAVEN.

After fucking, we cuddled and talked for a long time. Being naked in the back seat of a car in broad daylight with the sound of a downpour pelting the roof was risky but it was incredibly romantic and we just enjoyed it. Fucking me again, his cock sliding so easily inside my cum-slippery cunt made me think of how incredible his initial load was when he came the first time, we fucked. It spewed inside me in such volume that it was all I could do to keep it from spilling out of my cunt and staining the upholstery of his car. I didn’t want Eunice to discover tell-tale stains and suspect it might have come from MY pussy. Now, as he kept thrusting his cock inside me, white bubbles from his first orgasm escaped from the O-ring of my cunt that encircled his cock.

On the way home we decided to meet again, Wally would come by after my hubby left for work, and we would do our thing, an arrangement we kept up for about two and a half months ... fucking at least twice a week, mostly in mine and Wyatt’s bed.

One night when Wally was supposed to pick me up, one of Wyatt’s friends from work dropped by to tell him that his shift had been canceled for the night. When Wyatt told me about it, I almost panicked as I thought, Oh Shit, now what? How can I get hold of Wally? There were no cell phones back then, and I didn’t even know his phone number. As Wally’s arrival became imminent, I had no choice but to come clean. Sitting my hubby down and telling him about the affair, who it was, and that it happened because I was sure Wyatt had fucked his old girlfriend and wouldn’t come clean to me about it. I knew it was a lame excuse but I had to say something.

Pissed and hurt, Wyatt swore that he was innocent, which gave me hope that I had a chance for reconciliation. We talked and argued until Wyatt went out into the alley in a huff to “Kick the shit out of the bastard,” when he showed up for his quiff. When Wally saw Wyatt, who was so much bigger than him, he turned tail and peeled out of there. Knowing it wouldn’t have been much of a contest I felt bad for both Wyatt and Wally. When Wyatt came back in, we had great makeup sex. That was the end of my first affair during our marriage for which I felt guilty for cheating on both my husband and my friend Eunice. I never went out with Wally again, but rubbed out many orgasms remembering how great our sex together was while fantasizing that it might somehow happen again.

Wyatt and I lived about an hour from Seattle. We often went to town and watched movies. There was also a Pussycat Theatre in Seattle that showed porno movies, which we patronized as well. Once, before going to the Pussycat, we visited my first sex shop where I was overwhelmed by all those sex toys and sexy lingerie. Being inspired, my hubby fixed me up with a few toys, usually a new one every time we visited. We also took advantage of the little video booths at the back, and although we fondled there and I sucked him off, we always did it in the privacy of the booth.

One weekend, friends of ours invited us into the city to spend a night with them in their apartment. We went to a movie, had dinner and drinks then slept at their place. When we got there, we had a few drinks, and then headed into town, where we had a nice dinner, more drinks, and went to a porn movie. The movie was about two couples that ended up swapping. Although there was not much of a storyline the raw sex stayed with us for the rest of the night. After the movie, we went for more drinks. When my girlfriend and I went to the ladies’ room, she asked, “Do you think you might be willing to swap partners with me?” Her face was flushed when she said, “It would be easy to follow the script in the movie.”

“I’m all for it, Tonya,” I said. “But I’m not sure that Wyatt will be.”

“Just leave that to me,” Tonya said.

By the time we got back to Tonya and Kent’s apartment, we were all feeling the effects of the beers we had along the way. As we were cracking open another beer, when we got to her place Tonya winked at me, then got up and left the room. Remembering Tonya’s words, “Just leave it to me,” I thought, If it is like the script in the movie, Tonya will come back completely naked, take my hubby by the hand, and lead him to the shower. A short time later she reappeared, and sure enough, Tonya was bare-assed naked. “So,” she said, “I’ve done my part in introducing the scene. Now, everyone else has to join in.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she took hold of Wyatt’s hand, coaxed him to stand up, and led him to the shower.

Thankful that Tonya had gotten the ball rolling, I looked at Kent and said. “I think this is where you are supposed to take me to the bedroom.”

Smiling as if he had been here before he reached out his hand, and we walked to the bedroom together. We were horny from watching the porno flick. I was turned on by the way Tonya had gotten us started so, Kent and I began making out right away. Enflamed at the prospect of making love with someone we shouldn’t have been with I thought it was cool the way he undressed me. He ogled me all over from my humungous tits to my hairy cunt. By the time he was naked, he was so excited by seeing my boobs in the flesh for the first time, that he got as much of my tit in his mouth as he could fit in his mouth and sucked my nipples, which sent electric currents to my toes. Quickly getting his fingers inside my cunt he reamed it so hard that it made slurpy sounds that sounded like, “Shluck, shluck.