Because he was a jealous man, the past several months had been difficult for Fred. The problem was his wife Ginny. Ginny was a strikingly beautiful brownette who had been endowed nicely in both face and body by Mother Nature. She had the size breasts that most women had chosen as the ones they would most like to have in a recent survey Fred had read. Yes, Ginny had full C cup breasts, and not only that, she had pink nipples that always seemed to be erect and pushing out through her blouse. Her nipples even showed through when she wore a bra if the material was thin enough.
Fred loved to dine out, as did Ginny. Even there, as everywhere, Fred had to worry. Men in restaurants and other public places would discretely stare at her face. When she got up for any reason, the rest of her body came into view and the men would follow her chest with their eyes. The rest of her body was sensational too; she had a small waist with a firm and flat abdomen. Her ass was high and tight and when men weren't staring at her breasts as she approached, they were staring at her ass after Ginny had gone by. If she was wearing a skirt, especially a short one, their staring didn't end at her ass. Even though Ginny was short and weighed less than 110, her legs were relatively long for her height and she had nicely developed calves.
It never ended. Men were constantly looking at her, and Fred would get upset if Ginny happened to look back. At first Fred had been proud when he caught the men staring at her. Ginny had never seemed to notice them staring at her in the first months of marriage, but as time had gone by she seemed to be more aware of her body and how it attracted men.
Fred was 32 and Ginny was just 19 when he had married her only a year before. She had been raised very conservatively, and at her insistence, Ginny had been a virgin on their wedding night. That had been a great night for Fred. Knowing that the giving and taking of a virginity between a couple was a one time thing, he had taken lots of time to prepare her. Fred had begun with kissing on her lips and moving down to her breasts, then with gentle caresses on her pussy. When he had first crawled up and over Ginny, she had been hesitant, even afraid to open her legs to admit him. It had taken more kissing and whispering of words of endearment before she had let Fred move within striking distance with his penis.
Ginny had moaned as Fred started to enter her, and complained that he was "too big." That was something Fred had rarely heard from a woman, because he had a smaller than average penis. His penis was basically long enough at just over five inches, but it was only a little over 4 inches in diameter. This was one of the reasons Fred had waited for marriage until he managed to find an inexperienced girl. Tonight, with his innocent new bride complaining about his size, Fred was very happy that he had married a gal who came from a sheltered background. Ginny knew very little about sex, and Fred was going to be her teacher. As his slender head burst through her inner labia and she groaned, he felt her cherry break. "Oh yeah," he thought to himself. This was something Fred had experienced only once before. Back when he was a teen, Fred had gotten a girl, just one girl, with a cherry. Now he finally had another virgin, and this time she was his wife.
Once his penis had penetrated as far as he could reach, Fred laid his body over hers. He could feel Ginny's heart beating against his chest, and her breathing was ragged. He laid there for a minute until Ginny had adjusted to the feeling of him being buried all the way into her. Fred whispered into her ear as he began pumping, and told Ginny that he knew it was hard for her to take him, and that he would be gentle. Her kisses were passionate, and Fred lasted for only a couple of minutes before he pumped what might have been his mightiest load ever into her snuggly wonderful, warm pussy.
Cum. Fred might have had a small penis, but his balls were heavy and put out watery loads that were substantial in quantity. Each time Fred came, he would deliver long squirts with each throb of his orgasm. When he pulled out of Ginny after his first orgasm, a large quantity of juice, mixed with some red blood, poured out of her pussy. Ginny wondered if all that white juice belonged to him or to her, and Fred laughingly said that it belonged to him, and that his loads were much larger than average. After they had placed a towel under her ass to soak up his next load, Ginny was ready for another round. Ginny was anxious to experience what she had been missing during a time when many of her girlfriends in high school had "given it up". She did not complain when Fred wanted to go again. Ginny willingly took him again about an hour later. Because she had not as yet reached the much desired climax, the fourth and final time was her idea. Fred had to hurry the fourth fuck because she began complaining of tenderness around her pussy lips. Again she failed to reach orgasm, something that was not accomplished until in their third week of marriage.
Those early months turned out to be a mixed blessing for them during sex. Ginny was blessed with a very sensitive clitoris, and it did not take long for the both of them to discover that. By using her hand on her clit while Fred pumped steadily, Ginny began to reach orgasms fairly easily. They were mild orgasms usually, as she never really got wild or made noise or dug her fingers into Fred like he wished Ginny would do. All she would do was keep one hand on her clit, and the other arm wherever it happened to end up, sometimes around him, sometimes not.
Ginny enjoyed jacking Fred to orgasm whenever he would agree to it. He liked pumping big loads into her warm pussy, but once in awhile, just for fun, Ginny would masturbate Fred just to watch him come. She always got a kick out of watching his watery jizz pumping out several inches from his penis in spurts that would sometimes last from 8 to 12 times. Fred tried to get her to swallow his load, but after she had tried a couple of times, with most of his cum running down her chin and soaking the bed, she said that Fred simply had too much juice.
Fred's biggest fantasy was for Ginny not to need her hand during sex. He wanted to be able to use his penis only and bring her to intense orgasms while she dug her nails into his ass or back and twisted and groaned under him. This secret desire about her getting wild and noisy under him and digging into his back was something that Fred never divulged to her. He wanted it to be spontaneous, and not something Ginny acted out in order to please him. Fred experimented with her in many positions in order to see if Ginny could come just from the sensations of his thin five-inch penis stroking the insides of her pussy. Ginny would comment that she felt "something," but it was never enough to get her off. Fred tried several things, including eating Ginny until she was almost ready to come and then jumping on. This would usually result in Ginny cooling off, and having to resort to using her fingers to reach orgasm. Nothing that Fred tried caused her to use two hands and dig her nails into his back to indicate that she was really excited. But then, other women had never gotten that excited with him either.
Fortunately, Ginny did not become pregnant during those first days of her new found sex life even though Fred had pumped several large loads into her fertile body. After talking it over they decided to hold off on having children until such time as they were financially sound. Also, it was nice to be free in case they wanted to take a trip. Ginny was on the pill after their second week of marriage.
About six months after their marriage Fred had been switched to the night shift, and around the same time they had purchased a computer and gone online. Ginny seemed to spend a lot of time online, because sometimes late at night Fred would call home, and get that busy signal. Ginny also started going to a gym during the day while Fred slept. In addition to having a body that was even better than before, if that was possible, she seemed to be making lots of contacts, new friends. When Fred suspiciously inquired, she said that they were all females and laughed off his fears.
During a discussion while Fred was eating her one night he asked Ginny if she was ever curious about what another man might be like in bed. Ginny asked him why he would think that, and Fred said it was because she had been a virgin when he had married her. Ginny stretched dreamily on the bed, smiled and told Fred "No, of course not" as she pushed her pussy up into his face. After Ginny had reached an orgasm and cooled down, Fred asked her again if she ever thought about other men. This time she changed it to, "well, maybe just a little." She hesitated, and then added a question as an afterthought, "It's only natural to be curious, isn't it?"
When Fred asked Ginny if she would ever cheat on him to find out, Ginny replied of course not, and that she loved him. To add emphasis to her answer, she wrapped her luscious wet lips around his boner, and ate him all the way to orgasm. She even kept her mouth on him as he shot his load and by making a mighty effort and gulping, she swallowed all of it. That was a first. Ginny had never swallowed his entire load before. He asked her why now, and Ginny replied that she was practicing to be a better lover.
Fred asked, "For me?"
Ginny replied, "Of course silly,who else?"
Fred accepted her answer, but still, there was that nagging doubt.
Now, two days after she had swallowed his load, that nagging doubt had grown in intensity. Fred thought his young wife might be planning to cheat on him. Today, when he was supposed to have been sleeping, Fred had been lying awake. He could sense something different about his wife, an air of excitement maybe. It was something that Fred couldn't quite put his finger on. Finally he dozed off. About one PM the phone rang. Ginny picked it up instantly on the first ring but Fred still heard it. This time, instead of rolling over to go back to sleep, Fred crept over to the door of the bedroom to listen and hear what his wife might be talking about on the other phone in the living room.
Ginny was talking in low tones, but Fred could still distinguish her words. Fred's heart dropped when he overheard Ginny telling someone he assumed was a girlfriend something about tonight being her first time, and that she was going over at 9 P.M. after her husband had left for work. Fred worked the night shift, 9 till 6 in the morning. Tonight was her first time? First time for what? Was Ginny planning to meet a man?
Fred still had insecurities about his smaller than average penis. Ginny had never said anything about it, but recently Fred had crept into the den where they kept their personal computer and seen her looking at naked men on a web site. She did not know that he was behind her, and Fred could see that many of the men had erections, and a few had huge erections. Well, that certainly destroyed any illusions she might have that her husband was built like most men, he figured. Fred could have revealed to her that he knew she was viewing them. Then he could have explained to her that all those dicks that looked big hanging down had been played with to look larger soft, and that the big ones hard had been picked for that very reason, because they were large. Most men, he could have explained, average men, were much smaller. But, then, if average size had been discussed, he would have been admitting to her that he was among the smaller than average ones.
Fred had explored the files of the computer the next time she had gone shopping. Fred was looking for any sex photos that she might be storing, or maybe letters from men. He found no pictures, and no letters from men, but there were a few jokes of a sexual nature that had been sent from people with feminine sounding names. At least they weren't men, and Fred felt relieved. Still, Fred cursed the day he had purchased that computer. Was the computer the problem, or was Ginny getting ideas from the people she was meeting at that gym? Fred could not stand the thought that Ginny might be planning a meeting with another man. Did she desire to satisfy some curiosity about what another man might feel like? Now in a state of near panic, Fred was determined to keep other men away from his lovely little wife no matter what.
It appeared that Ginny had arranged something behind his back, so when Ginny left the house to do a little shopping for Fred's supper, Fred did some quick calling of his own. Fred arranged to take the evening off work. He also called a cab and arranged to have it pick him up a few blocks from the house. When it was almost time for him to go to work Fred drove away from the house a little early. He parked his car in a lot where Ginny would not notice it if she happened to drive by. Minutes later Fred was sitting in a cab and waiting outside the house for her to leave for whatever appointment she might have. When Ginny drove off in her car, Fred had the cabby follow her.
The cabby had been driving cabs for a long time and he seemed to sense what was going on. He carefully asked Fred if that was his wife they were following. Fred gave a hesitant "Yes," and the cabby sounded sympathetic when he said that Fred was not the only one who had these problems. The cabby added that he had driven many a husband around following their wives over the years. He laughed and said that he had also driven a few wives who were following their husbands.
They entered a freeway and it was obvious that Ginny was not meeting anyone in their hometown. Fred did not know whether to be relieved or not. If she was meeting a man, at least it wasn't someone they knew, or who knew his friends and family. Fred hoped so, anyway.
There was more time for conversation. Fred asked the cabby to elaborate on some of the things he had seen. The cabby related how one husband had become irate when he saw his wife go into his best friend's apartment and how the husband had entered the apartment with a gun. Fred asked the cabby why he had not tried to stop the guy, and the cabby had replied, "Him with a gun, are you kidding? I can handle just about any man, but not those guns. Anyhow, as it turned out the husband didn't shoot his wife or best friend anyhow. Seems that his sister was there too, and they were planning a surprise party for the husband."
Fred said that he was glad that one had turned out all right, and what about some of the others? The cabby laughed and said the best times had been when the wives, a few of them at least, had fucked him in the cab after they had seen their husbands with other women. Surprised, Fred asked for more details. Did the wives suggest it, or did the cabby make an offer? The cabby replied that it was about half-and-half. If the wife had not suggested it, he had offered. In almost every case, the cabby said, with some exaggeration, the wives had agreed.
Fred was still having a hard time comprehending this. How could a housewife jump into bed, or maybe just spread her legs in a cab for a total stranger so readily as the cabby claimed? Could they come to such a decision as that in such a short time? He asked the cabby what ages these women were, and the cabby replied that the majority of them were in their mid to late thirties and had been married for 10 years or more.
Fred asked how the wives had reacted about cheating, even if it was for revenge. Did they seem to act guilty? Did they enjoy it? Did they want to meet the cabby again at some future time? The cabby laughed. He loved telling his tales, mostly true. He said that it was pretty funny how the cheating wives reacted, especially after they took a look at his dick and got a taste of it inside their little cunts. Fred frowned. What did the cabby mean by that? The cabby replied that he was lucky to be extremely well hung, and the wives had been pleasantly surprised and had commented that it would serve their husbands right if they only knew what a big dick their wife was getting at the moment. Revenge, they called it.
Fred still had to know. Did they feel guilty? Did they want to meet the cabby again? The cabby replied that some of them had cried during the fuck, even while they were enjoying it, and some had cried afterwards. Fred asked if they had cried from guilt. The cabby laughed and said no, it was from discovering all the pleasure they had been missing. When Fred didn't laugh the cabby got a more serious look on his face. He then said that he wasn't sure if it was because the wives were feeling guilty and crying because they were the ones doing the fucking, or crying because their husband was.
His wife was still ahead, still driving to who knew where. Trying to keep his mind off what his wife might be planning, Fred asked the cabby about birth control, and protection against disease. Did the wives ask him to put on a rubber first? The cabby shook his head. Most of the women were already on birth control, or maybe they didn't care if they got pregnant by a stranger, it seemed. Maybe it was a desire for revenge, but in any case, few of the women asked him to wear a rubber. He added that some of them had asked to meet with him again. Those gals loved discovering a big dick, or maybe it was just a strange dick, because they wanted more.
Fred thought about his own wife staring at those photos of big dicks on the computer. He felt jealousy at the cabby's bragging about his big cock, but Fred went along and laughed so as to appear to be one of the boys. He thought about it for a minute and asked the cabby if he had gone ahead and charged cab fare to those wives he had fucked. The cabby replied, "Are you kidding? I not only charged them, they gave me a big tip." Fred laughed with the cabby over that.
They were in the next town now. Ginny had driven from their suburbs into what they called the big city. She drove down the main thoroughfare and then turned down a quiet side street. The cabby knew immediately what street they were on. "Damn!"
When Fred said, "What is it?" the cabby commented that there was a whorehouse on this street. Fred's mouth dropped. When the cabby pointed out the house just ahead. Fred immediately leaned over the front seat to see what was going on. Ginny did what Fred hoped she wouldn't do as she parked a half block away. Fred and the cabby watched in amazement as the lovely Ginny walked up the steps. She knocked, and a female, probably the madam, opened the door and admitted Ginny into the whorehouse. It seemed indeed that she might be going to work.
They sat in silence. The cabby was smart enough to remain quiet. This was time for the husband to be making decisions. Fred was working on decisions all right. First, he had to be sure that employment was the reason Ginny had gone into that building. Maybe there was some other explanation. Was Ginny visiting someone that she knew there? No, Fred remembered that he had overheard Ginny saying that it was her first time.
What to do? Then the thought struck him, maybe she wasn't going in as an employee, but rather as a customer. He asked the cabby if there were male prostitutes in the whorehouse available for female customers. Fred remembered that he had heard of houses of prostitution sometimes offering that service. The cabby said no, that as far as he knew there were no males available for women at this particular house, but that could be subject to change. Well, that seemed to leave things up in the air. Ginny was either in there to service men, which was most likely, or she had some other reason for going in. To get fucked and pay for it? Fred hoped upon hope that it was something innocent, like, maybe one of her new girlfriends worked there.
They waited several minutes, and when Ginny didn't come back out, Fred worriedly asked the cabby. "Have you actually been inside that house?" The cabby said that he had taken male passengers there a couple of times and waited while they conducted their business with a gal. Fred needed to know more, "How do they pick the girls?" The cabby replied that the girls normally sat out front on display for customers as they came in the door. The customers were offered drinks for a high-priced fee and given a chance to look over the girls before choosing one.
Fred thought about that for a few seconds and said to the cabby, "Did you get a good look at her when she went in? Could you recognize her if you saw her?"
When the cabby replied that he would have no problem recognizing her, Fred said, "I've gotta know for sure if she is working there. Go in and see if she is in the line of available girls."
The cabby had been hoping for this. He always enjoyed seeing the chicks on display, and besides, the meter was running.
The cabby went in and came out a few minutes later. He told Fred that he had not seen Fred's wife right away, so he had purchased a drink. While he was waiting for his drink Fred's wife made her appearance. The madam brought her out, the cabby said, and introduced her to a couple of the other girls. The cabby said that he was staring at Fred's wife and it looked like the madam was going to bring her on over to meet him but she looked nervous so instead the madam took her over to the bar and made a drink for her.
Fred asked the cabby if there were any other customers in the place. The cabby replied that it was early in the evening on a weeknight so he had been the only customer visible in the lounge area. He added that there could have been customers in one or more of the rooms with a girl, he had no way of knowing. Fred asked the cabby how he managed to leave without arousing suspicions. The cabby laughed and said he had pretended to be looking over the girls and then pushed a button to make his beeper buzz as an excuse to leave.
The cabby told Fred that when he had walked out, Fred's wife was sitting on a couch with three other girls. Fred asked how she was dressed, and the cabby made a whistling sound with his lips and said that she was wearing a nightgown. The cabby quickly added that the material was transparent and you could see right through it. He could see that she was wearing panties underneath, but the nightgown showed her tits almost as well as if she was naked. Fred's fears were confirmed, his wife was actually starting work in a whorehouse. It didn't help a bit when the cabby added that Fred's wife had just about the best tits he had ever seen. Jealousy went through Fred to the core. This man sitting in the front seat had seen her body almost totally revealed, and there would be more to come unless he acted quickly.
The cabbie was still talking and saying that all the rest of the girls were dressed like Fred's wife, with one difference, they had a bra on under their gowns. The cabbie said it was probably because their tits weren't as nice as the ones on Fred's wife. Just then, Fred glanced towards the door and saw a man walking up the walk to enter the establishment. He had to act fast before Ginny got her first customer. For sure she would be the first one to be picked. Hell, it wasn't likely anyone else in there looked as good as Ginny did. What to do? He looked at the cabby, who stood well into the six-foot range and was built like a football player. He should be able to handle himself. Fred was pretty small, so he said to the cabby, "Shit, there goes a customer in the door now. Wanna make a quick $100?"
The cabby said, "Depends on what I have to do".
Fred was thinking that even now, that customer was probably in there oggling his wife's breasts. Now, now, he had to act now before it was too late. Fred quickly said that all the cabby had to do was go inside the whorehouse and grab his wife and put her in the back of the cab and take them home. The cabby answered that he had removed wives from establishments once or twice before, but those were private residences. This is different. This is a whorehouse and there might be a big bouncer hanging out somewhere in there. So for something as risky as this he'll want more money.
Fred checked his billfold and said with a sinking heart that all he had was exa
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Fred loved to dine out, as did Ginny. Even there, as everywhere, Fred had to worry. Men in restaurants and other public places would discretely stare at her face. When she got up for any reason, the rest of her body came into view and the men would follow her chest with their eyes. The rest of her body was sensational too; she had a small waist with a firm and flat abdomen. Her ass was high and tight and when men weren't staring at her breasts as she approached, they were staring at her ass after Ginny had gone by. If she was wearing a skirt, especially a short one, their staring didn't end at her ass. Even though Ginny was short and weighed less than 110, her legs were relatively long for her height and she had nicely developed calves.
It never ended. Men were constantly looking at her, and Fred would get upset if Ginny happened to look back. At first Fred had been proud when he caught the men staring at her. Ginny had never seemed to notice them staring at her in the first months of marriage, but as time had gone by she seemed to be more aware of her body and how it attracted men.
Fred was 32 and Ginny was just 19 when he had married her only a year before. She had been raised very conservatively, and at her insistence, Ginny had been a virgin on their wedding night. That had been a great night for Fred. Knowing that the giving and taking of a virginity between a couple was a one time thing, he had taken lots of time to prepare her. Fred had begun with kissing on her lips and moving down to her breasts, then with gentle caresses on her pussy. When he had first crawled up and over Ginny, she had been hesitant, even afraid to open her legs to admit him. It had taken more kissing and whispering of words of endearment before she had let Fred move within striking distance with his penis.
Ginny had moaned as Fred started to enter her, and complained that he was "too big." That was something Fred had rarely heard from a woman, because he had a smaller than average penis. His penis was basically long enough at just over five inches, but it was only a little over 4 inches in diameter. This was one of the reasons Fred had waited for marriage until he managed to find an inexperienced girl. Tonight, with his innocent new bride complaining about his size, Fred was very happy that he had married a gal who came from a sheltered background. Ginny knew very little about sex, and Fred was going to be her teacher. As his slender head burst through her inner labia and she groaned, he felt her cherry break. "Oh yeah," he thought to himself. This was something Fred had experienced only once before. Back when he was a teen, Fred had gotten a girl, just one girl, with a cherry. Now he finally had another virgin, and this time she was his wife.
Once his penis had penetrated as far as he could reach, Fred laid his body over hers. He could feel Ginny's heart beating against his chest, and her breathing was ragged. He laid there for a minute until Ginny had adjusted to the feeling of him being buried all the way into her. Fred whispered into her ear as he began pumping, and told Ginny that he knew it was hard for her to take him, and that he would be gentle. Her kisses were passionate, and Fred lasted for only a couple of minutes before he pumped what might have been his mightiest load ever into her snuggly wonderful, warm pussy.
Cum. Fred might have had a small penis, but his balls were heavy and put out watery loads that were substantial in quantity. Each time Fred came, he would deliver long squirts with each throb of his orgasm. When he pulled out of Ginny after his first orgasm, a large quantity of juice, mixed with some red blood, poured out of her pussy. Ginny wondered if all that white juice belonged to him or to her, and Fred laughingly said that it belonged to him, and that his loads were much larger than average. After they had placed a towel under her ass to soak up his next load, Ginny was ready for another round. Ginny was anxious to experience what she had been missing during a time when many of her girlfriends in high school had "given it up". She did not complain when Fred wanted to go again. Ginny willingly took him again about an hour later. Because she had not as yet reached the much desired climax, the fourth and final time was her idea. Fred had to hurry the fourth fuck because she began complaining of tenderness around her pussy lips. Again she failed to reach orgasm, something that was not accomplished until in their third week of marriage.
Those early months turned out to be a mixed blessing for them during sex. Ginny was blessed with a very sensitive clitoris, and it did not take long for the both of them to discover that. By using her hand on her clit while Fred pumped steadily, Ginny began to reach orgasms fairly easily. They were mild orgasms usually, as she never really got wild or made noise or dug her fingers into Fred like he wished Ginny would do. All she would do was keep one hand on her clit, and the other arm wherever it happened to end up, sometimes around him, sometimes not.
Ginny enjoyed jacking Fred to orgasm whenever he would agree to it. He liked pumping big loads into her warm pussy, but once in awhile, just for fun, Ginny would masturbate Fred just to watch him come. She always got a kick out of watching his watery jizz pumping out several inches from his penis in spurts that would sometimes last from 8 to 12 times. Fred tried to get her to swallow his load, but after she had tried a couple of times, with most of his cum running down her chin and soaking the bed, she said that Fred simply had too much juice.
Fred's biggest fantasy was for Ginny not to need her hand during sex. He wanted to be able to use his penis only and bring her to intense orgasms while she dug her nails into his ass or back and twisted and groaned under him. This secret desire about her getting wild and noisy under him and digging into his back was something that Fred never divulged to her. He wanted it to be spontaneous, and not something Ginny acted out in order to please him. Fred experimented with her in many positions in order to see if Ginny could come just from the sensations of his thin five-inch penis stroking the insides of her pussy. Ginny would comment that she felt "something," but it was never enough to get her off. Fred tried several things, including eating Ginny until she was almost ready to come and then jumping on. This would usually result in Ginny cooling off, and having to resort to using her fingers to reach orgasm. Nothing that Fred tried caused her to use two hands and dig her nails into his back to indicate that she was really excited. But then, other women had never gotten that excited with him either.
Fortunately, Ginny did not become pregnant during those first days of her new found sex life even though Fred had pumped several large loads into her fertile body. After talking it over they decided to hold off on having children until such time as they were financially sound. Also, it was nice to be free in case they wanted to take a trip. Ginny was on the pill after their second week of marriage.
About six months after their marriage Fred had been switched to the night shift, and around the same time they had purchased a computer and gone online. Ginny seemed to spend a lot of time online, because sometimes late at night Fred would call home, and get that busy signal. Ginny also started going to a gym during the day while Fred slept. In addition to having a body that was even better than before, if that was possible, she seemed to be making lots of contacts, new friends. When Fred suspiciously inquired, she said that they were all females and laughed off his fears.
During a discussion while Fred was eating her one night he asked Ginny if she was ever curious about what another man might be like in bed. Ginny asked him why he would think that, and Fred said it was because she had been a virgin when he had married her. Ginny stretched dreamily on the bed, smiled and told Fred "No, of course not" as she pushed her pussy up into his face. After Ginny had reached an orgasm and cooled down, Fred asked her again if she ever thought about other men. This time she changed it to, "well, maybe just a little." She hesitated, and then added a question as an afterthought, "It's only natural to be curious, isn't it?"
When Fred asked Ginny if she would ever cheat on him to find out, Ginny replied of course not, and that she loved him. To add emphasis to her answer, she wrapped her luscious wet lips around his boner, and ate him all the way to orgasm. She even kept her mouth on him as he shot his load and by making a mighty effort and gulping, she swallowed all of it. That was a first. Ginny had never swallowed his entire load before. He asked her why now, and Ginny replied that she was practicing to be a better lover.
Fred asked, "For me?"
Ginny replied, "Of course silly,who else?"
Fred accepted her answer, but still, there was that nagging doubt.
Now, two days after she had swallowed his load, that nagging doubt had grown in intensity. Fred thought his young wife might be planning to cheat on him. Today, when he was supposed to have been sleeping, Fred had been lying awake. He could sense something different about his wife, an air of excitement maybe. It was something that Fred couldn't quite put his finger on. Finally he dozed off. About one PM the phone rang. Ginny picked it up instantly on the first ring but Fred still heard it. This time, instead of rolling over to go back to sleep, Fred crept over to the door of the bedroom to listen and hear what his wife might be talking about on the other phone in the living room.
Ginny was talking in low tones, but Fred could still distinguish her words. Fred's heart dropped when he overheard Ginny telling someone he assumed was a girlfriend something about tonight being her first time, and that she was going over at 9 P.M. after her husband had left for work. Fred worked the night shift, 9 till 6 in the morning. Tonight was her first time? First time for what? Was Ginny planning to meet a man?
Fred still had insecurities about his smaller than average penis. Ginny had never said anything about it, but recently Fred had crept into the den where they kept their personal computer and seen her looking at naked men on a web site. She did not know that he was behind her, and Fred could see that many of the men had erections, and a few had huge erections. Well, that certainly destroyed any illusions she might have that her husband was built like most men, he figured. Fred could have revealed to her that he knew she was viewing them. Then he could have explained to her that all those dicks that looked big hanging down had been played with to look larger soft, and that the big ones hard had been picked for that very reason, because they were large. Most men, he could have explained, average men, were much smaller. But, then, if average size had been discussed, he would have been admitting to her that he was among the smaller than average ones.
Fred had explored the files of the computer the next time she had gone shopping. Fred was looking for any sex photos that she might be storing, or maybe letters from men. He found no pictures, and no letters from men, but there were a few jokes of a sexual nature that had been sent from people with feminine sounding names. At least they weren't men, and Fred felt relieved. Still, Fred cursed the day he had purchased that computer. Was the computer the problem, or was Ginny getting ideas from the people she was meeting at that gym? Fred could not stand the thought that Ginny might be planning a meeting with another man. Did she desire to satisfy some curiosity about what another man might feel like? Now in a state of near panic, Fred was determined to keep other men away from his lovely little wife no matter what.
It appeared that Ginny had arranged something behind his back, so when Ginny left the house to do a little shopping for Fred's supper, Fred did some quick calling of his own. Fred arranged to take the evening off work. He also called a cab and arranged to have it pick him up a few blocks from the house. When it was almost time for him to go to work Fred drove away from the house a little early. He parked his car in a lot where Ginny would not notice it if she happened to drive by. Minutes later Fred was sitting in a cab and waiting outside the house for her to leave for whatever appointment she might have. When Ginny drove off in her car, Fred had the cabby follow her.
The cabby had been driving cabs for a long time and he seemed to sense what was going on. He carefully asked Fred if that was his wife they were following. Fred gave a hesitant "Yes," and the cabby sounded sympathetic when he said that Fred was not the only one who had these problems. The cabby added that he had driven many a husband around following their wives over the years. He laughed and said that he had also driven a few wives who were following their husbands.
They entered a freeway and it was obvious that Ginny was not meeting anyone in their hometown. Fred did not know whether to be relieved or not. If she was meeting a man, at least it wasn't someone they knew, or who knew his friends and family. Fred hoped so, anyway.
There was more time for conversation. Fred asked the cabby to elaborate on some of the things he had seen. The cabby related how one husband had become irate when he saw his wife go into his best friend's apartment and how the husband had entered the apartment with a gun. Fred asked the cabby why he had not tried to stop the guy, and the cabby had replied, "Him with a gun, are you kidding? I can handle just about any man, but not those guns. Anyhow, as it turned out the husband didn't shoot his wife or best friend anyhow. Seems that his sister was there too, and they were planning a surprise party for the husband."
Fred said that he was glad that one had turned out all right, and what about some of the others? The cabby laughed and said the best times had been when the wives, a few of them at least, had fucked him in the cab after they had seen their husbands with other women. Surprised, Fred asked for more details. Did the wives suggest it, or did the cabby make an offer? The cabby replied that it was about half-and-half. If the wife had not suggested it, he had offered. In almost every case, the cabby said, with some exaggeration, the wives had agreed.
Fred was still having a hard time comprehending this. How could a housewife jump into bed, or maybe just spread her legs in a cab for a total stranger so readily as the cabby claimed? Could they come to such a decision as that in such a short time? He asked the cabby what ages these women were, and the cabby replied that the majority of them were in their mid to late thirties and had been married for 10 years or more.
Fred asked how the wives had reacted about cheating, even if it was for revenge. Did they seem to act guilty? Did they enjoy it? Did they want to meet the cabby again at some future time? The cabby laughed. He loved telling his tales, mostly true. He said that it was pretty funny how the cheating wives reacted, especially after they took a look at his dick and got a taste of it inside their little cunts. Fred frowned. What did the cabby mean by that? The cabby replied that he was lucky to be extremely well hung, and the wives had been pleasantly surprised and had commented that it would serve their husbands right if they only knew what a big dick their wife was getting at the moment. Revenge, they called it.
Fred still had to know. Did they feel guilty? Did they want to meet the cabby again? The cabby replied that some of them had cried during the fuck, even while they were enjoying it, and some had cried afterwards. Fred asked if they had cried from guilt. The cabby laughed and said no, it was from discovering all the pleasure they had been missing. When Fred didn't laugh the cabby got a more serious look on his face. He then said that he wasn't sure if it was because the wives were feeling guilty and crying because they were the ones doing the fucking, or crying because their husband was.
His wife was still ahead, still driving to who knew where. Trying to keep his mind off what his wife might be planning, Fred asked the cabby about birth control, and protection against disease. Did the wives ask him to put on a rubber first? The cabby shook his head. Most of the women were already on birth control, or maybe they didn't care if they got pregnant by a stranger, it seemed. Maybe it was a desire for revenge, but in any case, few of the women asked him to wear a rubber. He added that some of them had asked to meet with him again. Those gals loved discovering a big dick, or maybe it was just a strange dick, because they wanted more.
Fred thought about his own wife staring at those photos of big dicks on the computer. He felt jealousy at the cabby's bragging about his big cock, but Fred went along and laughed so as to appear to be one of the boys. He thought about it for a minute and asked the cabby if he had gone ahead and charged cab fare to those wives he had fucked. The cabby replied, "Are you kidding? I not only charged them, they gave me a big tip." Fred laughed with the cabby over that.
They were in the next town now. Ginny had driven from their suburbs into what they called the big city. She drove down the main thoroughfare and then turned down a quiet side street. The cabby knew immediately what street they were on. "Damn!"
When Fred said, "What is it?" the cabby commented that there was a whorehouse on this street. Fred's mouth dropped. When the cabby pointed out the house just ahead. Fred immediately leaned over the front seat to see what was going on. Ginny did what Fred hoped she wouldn't do as she parked a half block away. Fred and the cabby watched in amazement as the lovely Ginny walked up the steps. She knocked, and a female, probably the madam, opened the door and admitted Ginny into the whorehouse. It seemed indeed that she might be going to work.
They sat in silence. The cabby was smart enough to remain quiet. This was time for the husband to be making decisions. Fred was working on decisions all right. First, he had to be sure that employment was the reason Ginny had gone into that building. Maybe there was some other explanation. Was Ginny visiting someone that she knew there? No, Fred remembered that he had overheard Ginny saying that it was her first time.
What to do? Then the thought struck him, maybe she wasn't going in as an employee, but rather as a customer. He asked the cabby if there were male prostitutes in the whorehouse available for female customers. Fred remembered that he had heard of houses of prostitution sometimes offering that service. The cabby said no, that as far as he knew there were no males available for women at this particular house, but that could be subject to change. Well, that seemed to leave things up in the air. Ginny was either in there to service men, which was most likely, or she had some other reason for going in. To get fucked and pay for it? Fred hoped upon hope that it was something innocent, like, maybe one of her new girlfriends worked there.
They waited several minutes, and when Ginny didn't come back out, Fred worriedly asked the cabby. "Have you actually been inside that house?" The cabby said that he had taken male passengers there a couple of times and waited while they conducted their business with a gal. Fred needed to know more, "How do they pick the girls?" The cabby replied that the girls normally sat out front on display for customers as they came in the door. The customers were offered drinks for a high-priced fee and given a chance to look over the girls before choosing one.
Fred thought about that for a few seconds and said to the cabby, "Did you get a good look at her when she went in? Could you recognize her if you saw her?"
When the cabby replied that he would have no problem recognizing her, Fred said, "I've gotta know for sure if she is working there. Go in and see if she is in the line of available girls."
The cabby had been hoping for this. He always enjoyed seeing the chicks on display, and besides, the meter was running.
The cabby went in and came out a few minutes later. He told Fred that he had not seen Fred's wife right away, so he had purchased a drink. While he was waiting for his drink Fred's wife made her appearance. The madam brought her out, the cabby said, and introduced her to a couple of the other girls. The cabby said that he was staring at Fred's wife and it looked like the madam was going to bring her on over to meet him but she looked nervous so instead the madam took her over to the bar and made a drink for her.
Fred asked the cabby if there were any other customers in the place. The cabby replied that it was early in the evening on a weeknight so he had been the only customer visible in the lounge area. He added that there could have been customers in one or more of the rooms with a girl, he had no way of knowing. Fred asked the cabby how he managed to leave without arousing suspicions. The cabby laughed and said he had pretended to be looking over the girls and then pushed a button to make his beeper buzz as an excuse to leave.
The cabby told Fred that when he had walked out, Fred's wife was sitting on a couch with three other girls. Fred asked how she was dressed, and the cabby made a whistling sound with his lips and said that she was wearing a nightgown. The cabby quickly added that the material was transparent and you could see right through it. He could see that she was wearing panties underneath, but the nightgown showed her tits almost as well as if she was naked. Fred's fears were confirmed, his wife was actually starting work in a whorehouse. It didn't help a bit when the cabby added that Fred's wife had just about the best tits he had ever seen. Jealousy went through Fred to the core. This man sitting in the front seat had seen her body almost totally revealed, and there would be more to come unless he acted quickly.
The cabbie was still talking and saying that all the rest of the girls were dressed like Fred's wife, with one difference, they had a bra on under their gowns. The cabbie said it was probably because their tits weren't as nice as the ones on Fred's wife. Just then, Fred glanced towards the door and saw a man walking up the walk to enter the establishment. He had to act fast before Ginny got her first customer. For sure she would be the first one to be picked. Hell, it wasn't likely anyone else in there looked as good as Ginny did. What to do? He looked at the cabby, who stood well into the six-foot range and was built like a football player. He should be able to handle himself. Fred was pretty small, so he said to the cabby, "Shit, there goes a customer in the door now. Wanna make a quick $100?"
The cabby said, "Depends on what I have to do".
Fred was thinking that even now, that customer was probably in there oggling his wife's breasts. Now, now, he had to act now before it was too late. Fred quickly said that all the cabby had to do was go inside the whorehouse and grab his wife and put her in the back of the cab and take them home. The cabby answered that he had removed wives from establishments once or twice before, but those were private residences. This is different. This is a whorehouse and there might be a big bouncer hanging out somewhere in there. So for something as risky as this he'll want more money.
Fred checked his billfold and said with a sinking heart that all he had was exa
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