Chapter 4
Argie Hears the Tape
John began to relate how he had even cheated on Argie while going steady; and again after they were engaged and even on their honeymoon.
Shortly before Argie and I got engaged, I went through a series of different jobs as I attempted to find myself a career that would support the two of us. It seems, looking back, that each one found me meeting another woman. Now I did love Argie very much, and still do. But my dick has always led me by the nose, and so on the first of these jobs, a clerical thing with a telecommunication company, I met Jane.
Jane was crazed in bed. She was the most physically active woman I'd ever slept with. She would thrust her hips hard and fast against mine for as long as my cock was inside her. She only got tired after we were finished. She would scream and moan and yell and curse when I ate her delicious pussy with its fluffy pubic hair and fat, tasty labia. She would hold my face by the ears and hair, pressing it into her body when I licked her ass, or stuck my tongue in her asshole. She would forcibly shove my face into her breasts, ordering me to suck and bite her nipples. She would demand that I fuck her. She would always tell me explicitly where she wanted my sperm: "Cum in my pussy! Cum in my mouth! Cum on my tits! Cum on my belly!"
She always articulated her desire in the most verbally filthy way possible. "Give me head! Fuck my cunt! Suck my tits!" or "Lick your cum off my belly!"
Jane had a great body. She had small, cute, sexy breasts with large nipples, a long, flat belly that curved outward to her abdomen and then back in to her pussy. She had a gorgeous ass and lovely legs. I'm getting hard thinking about her right now.
Jane was the first woman I've slept with who was as beautiful as a model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, perfect hair, and a sharp, sexy grin. She loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused as a child by a man who held her down and raped her, we could not do it in the missionary position. That was how she remembered her abuser, him on top of her.
She loved to fuck in the female superior position or doggy style. She told me once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a lot tighter than it should have been, and that fucking doggy style heightened all sensations for her.
Fucking Jane always resulted in dozens of scratches, some bruises and lots of sweat. I had to do some quick thinking to explain a few of them to Argie, but she was young and naive, and bought all the bullshit I fed her. It's been a long time since I've had sex with Jane, but I can fantasize about it at a moment's notice. Sex with her was so intense, so passionate and so enjoyable on a base, animalistic level that I will never forget it. It will always be something that I want.
I don't think Jane and I ever had bad sex, or sex that was less than exhausting. Now, this was the first time I had ever cheated on Argie, I felt very bad about it afterwards, and while I was fucking Jane I couldn't stop thinking about Argie and how hurt she would be if she found out. But that didn't stop me from doing it. I guess I'm just a big prick . . . [laughter on tape.]
Anyway, Jane and I broke up after I quit that job and hired on with a printing company. That's where I met Cathy. Cathy was sexually voracious, but let me initiate everything. She wasn't into any kind of weird sex and that was kind of disappointing. I loved to eat her pussy though, mostly for the taste and excitement, but partially because of her reactions. Cathy allowed me to tie her up, and shave her pubic hair. She also enjoyed spanking, oral sex, and tying me up in turn. Despite all this, it seemed pretty vanilla, largely because she wasn't very enthusiastic for experimentation despite her prodigious sexual appetite. She was so cute and sexy. We broke up after two and a half years of a mostly great relationship that was accompanied by much self-denial . . . you see; her attitudes towards weirdness in sex were duplicated in her daytime life. She'd put up with eccentricity but didn't encourage it. In fact, she didn't understand it at all. But this is probably more than you want to know.
While dating Cathy, we had a protracted fight because she slept with her ex-boyfriend. During our week-long disagreement, I slept with my ex-girlfriend Jane, not to get back at Cathy but because I'd always wanted to do it again. This was just before Argie and I got married. I was about as horny as I've ever been during this period. Argie and I were making it everywhere. In the morning just after her parents went off to work and before I had to go to my job; and a couple times in the evenings, whenever we could get away; usually in the backseat of my car.
But let me get back to Jane. Jane was more sexually thirsty in bed than ever before, something I didn't think was possible. One night I called her and we talked dirty over the phone for about half an hour, then I told her to come pick me up. I said, "Don't put on panties. Don't put on a bra. Don't even put on shoes. Wear very loose-fitting jeans and come pick me up." When she arrived, I was wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear, no shoes or socks. I got in the car and immediately kissed her, then lowered my hand into her pants. She had shaved her pubic hair. It was a Pavlovian reaction -- as soon as I felt the absence of pubic hair, I got a massive erection. Well, I was hot to trot anyway, of course.
I let the snake out of my pants, and she gasped with delight as she gripped it in her hand. We took turns masturbating each other as she drove back to her house. She begged me not to make her cum as she was driving because she'd have a wreck. Her pussy was absolutely soaked with juices when we arrived. Her pants had a huge, warm, wet spot in the crotch. My hand was covered with it. We almost ran inside. She locked the door and I told her to take off my clothes. When I was naked, I took her clothes off pretty roughly and carried her to the bed.
I spent a good half-hour to forty-five minutes eating her newly shaven pussy. I loved every minute of it, drinking deeply from her sweating thighs and her juicy, oh so creamy pussy.
She begged me to let her suck my cock, so I presented her with my erection. She sucked it right down, licking and slurping with a fury, stopping only to ask me if I was ready to cum. I said yes, and she scrambled to her hands and knees with one hand still on my erection. She basically sat right on my hard-on, and fucked herself with it. I barely had to move as she bounced up and down on my cock. She leaned over and licked the entire inside of my mouth with her tongue, then grabbed my head and forced me to suck her nipples. I scratched her back and slapped her ass as she fucked me and I sucked her breasts.
Soon it was my turn to be the aggressor, and I shoved her off of me, I got off the bed picked her up by the waist and threw her face-down onto the bed with her feet still touching the floor. Only then did I ram my cock into her. She screamed and grunted things like "Fuck my fucking pussy, Goddamn-it!" and "I'm going to cum, you cocksucker!"
I said, "I'm going to cum on your fucking tits," and she said, "Oh yes, on my tits, and I'll lick it off my fingers, oh baby," or something like that. So at the climactic moment I pulled out, and jerked off as she rolled over and pressed her breasts together. I came very hard on her tits, and as she rubbed it in with her hands she managed to catch some sperm on her tongue and swallowed it.
After this, she went into the bathroom and pissed noisily, making sure I could hear it. Back in bed, she asked me if I wanted to suck her hairless pussy again. Before she finished her question I was back between her strong legs, sucking for all I was worth, loving the feel of her large, pussy lips in my mouth. She asked me to sit up and bend over, and I complied. She wet her fingers in her pussy, and stuck first one, then two, then three and finally all four into my ass. She knelt behind me and thrust her hips against her hand as if she was a man fucking my ass. It hurt some at first, but I got used to it, and soon enough I was jerking off while she fucked my ass with her hand.
At the point when I actually began to enjoy her fucking me, Jane turned me over and, still fingering my ass, stared to blow me. A few moments before I would have cum from her adroit cocksucking, she did something to me that was a first. Pressing violently against my prostate gland, she caused me to undergo a massive orgasm which quickly filled her hot mouth with my sperm. She swallowed most of it, and then kissed me deeply, spitting my cum back into my mouth. I returned the favor, and we did this until all the sperm vanished.
Now back to Cathy. While I was dating her, I had another experience. I had been flirting with another woman named Casey at work. We were interested in each other but couldn't get together. One night we ran into each other at an art show, and she drove me home. We sat on the couch and talked for a while, getting closer and closer until we had our legs thrown over each other's and my cock mashed against her ass. I asked her to come upstairs with me and she agreed. To make a long story short, we ended up naked on my bed.
I discovered her pussy was shaved, and immediately begged her to let me eat it. I spent a long time sucking gently on her shaven crotch. That was the only sex we had, aside from a few minutes when she played with, and sucked me off.
Later she told me that a female friend of hers was interested in having a three-way with her and me. Was I interested? You bet I was, unfortunately, it never came to pass.
A curious situation developed while Argie and I were on our honeymoon in Las Vegas. I had an unusual run of luck at the crap tables, and was mistaken for a high roller by a man and wife who were almost flat broke. I won't mention any names here, for they later came into a great deal of money and would gladly have spent a great deal of it to get even with me for what I did to them.
Doc, I'm also changing exactly what happened to make it difficult for them to find me should this tape ever get lost, if you know what I mean.
They had been watching me add to my winnings and when I wandered to the bar, insisted on buying me a drink, saying they'd bet along with me and wanted to repay me.
I led them to believe that I was a wealthy playboy on my third honeymoon, only because I was interested in his wife. I knew there would be a pitch coming and waited patiently for it. During the wait, his wife rested a breast on my arm as I listened to her hubby extolling the virtues of his fast rising company.
She was about forty, some ten years or so younger than he. I'll call her Vivian. She had wavy red hair complete with gray streaks. Vivian looked great for a woman her age, wearing a cream colored gown that let you know she had a great pair of tits.
You may be wondering where Argie was all this time. One, she was in our room regaling her mother about my winnings, and following that was to have her hair done for the shows we were going to see that evening. I had at least a two hour window to fool around with.
Vivian's husband finally got around to my money. I assured him that I had a lot of it and if needed to get twice as much from my father by placing a phone call. He got so excited over this news that he almost wet himself.
By the way, now Vivian had both tis mashed against my arm.
He made his pitch. It seems his business just needed a little more capital to put it over the top, and if I was interested, why I could get in on a deal that would triple my investment in two months time.
I began rubbing Vivian's thigh, as I pondered the offer. Her tits remained firmly locked on my arm. Letting my hand move up so that I was almost cupping her cunt in my hand, I said bluntly, "I can tell you now, the answer is no."
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He smiled at me, and said, "I can see that you're more interested in my wife than my proposition."
I nodded, and said, "So?"
"So, I propose that you have the use of my wife, Vivian in return for a two month loan of . . . say, $490,000."
I turned to face Vivian, and said, "Exactly how do I get to use her?"
"Anyway you choose."
Vivian smiled at me, and abruptly pulled away so that her tits no longer rested against me, and my hand was drifting aimlessly in the air, inches from her mons.
"You understand that I'm here on my honeymoon. I hardly have time to . . . um, make use of your wife, and as lovely as she is, I can't jeopardize my marriage. I must also consider the fact that there may be a risk of blackmail here, so no, I can't accept the offer."
"We, err, have anticipated that, and will gladly allow you the use of our suite . . . actually room 2424 any time you want it."
"But will Vivian be there whenever I can get away?"
"The deal is . . . Vivian will remain in the room. I will leave it, when necessary, of course, but she will remain there, awaiting your, um, requirements."
"I agree, but you will have to wait a week for the money."
"Why a week?"
"I'm on my honeymoon, any request for a sum as large as you require would be questioned. I have to be home to avoid unnecessary or complicated questions."
"I understand," he said, and glanced at his wife. "I agree," he said, and Vivian was back against me, having thrust her pelvis out in search of my wandering hand.
"Let's get started right now," I said and got up, not bothering to hide my erection.
Vivian and I took the elevator to room 2424. Once inside she promptly got rid of the cream colored gown and stood before me in a lavender garter belt and thigh high stockings that almost matched her gown in color.
"Suck me off," I said, bluntly, and shocked her.
"What?" Vivian said, glaring at me as I smiled back at her. I thought about having her
husband watch us as I degraded her as I unzipped my pants and shook my hardon at her.
She took my engorged cock in with a sort of horrified look on her face. I concluded that I was larger than what she was used to, and laughed.
She walked over to the bar in garter-belt and heels, made herself a stiff drink, downed it in two gulps, then returned to me. Without saying another word, she obediently kneeled down in front of me and gingerly took my cock in her hand. I made it pulse as she gripped it.
Vivian pointed my cock towards her scarlet lips and closed her eyes in disgust as she leaned towards my cock. I placed my hand behind her elegantly cut hair and pushed her head forward. With a choking sound, my cock entered into her mouth, and those ruby lips wrapped tightly around me. Her eyes flashed open in anger, but my cock silenced any protest. She tried to pull her head back, and I allowed her a few inches before pulling her head back down on me again.
"Not bad," I critiqued. "But unless you put something into it, the deal's off."
Her nostrils flared in pure anger, but she started bouncing her head faster on my cock. One of her tits was bouncing against my thigh. I held her hair tightly in my hand as a sign of my dominance. Her lips were tight against me but she seemed to have a problem getting all of me into her mouth. I pushed down harder, and found a nipple and squeezed it.
She moaned, letting me know I was hurting her.
"Come on," I said criticizing her talent. "Suck it! I want to feel your mouth on me; I want to feel that tongue work its magic."
Vivian's cheeks caved inward in response, and my cock was gripped in a wonderful suction. I pinched her nipple harder as my cock bounced off the back of her throat. I remained still, letting the whore do all the work. My balls were buried between the cleavage of her tits, slipping against the sweat of her skin.
"Faster, you slut," I grunted. Her head moved faster, sucking my cock for dear life. She was grunting now and her chest was heaving from the effort. Her lipstick was smeared all over my cock, and I smirked at the wrinkles appearing under eyes as her makeup sweated. She might have been over forty, but she was decent for a cocksucker.
I pulled her by the hair so that only her mouth covered the tip of my cock. Then I squeezed her tits around my balls, which was easy with her large, pliant breasts. With the length of my cock in full view, covered with her spit and lipstick, I gave her a final command.
"Now use your tongue and show me how fast you can flick me."
She growled in anger, but I felt her tongue flick over my cock none the less. Her green eyes stared at me in loathing while her tongue tapped rapidly over the opening of my cock. I began to wonder if I would be capable of fucking Argie on returning to my room.
I was getting ready to explode, and moaned in warning; Vivian's eyes widened in alarm. She knew now that I intended to cum in her mouth. I tightened my grip on the back of her head.
A second later my cock erupted, sending a glob of cum onto her still flicking tongue. I felt her recoil, but my grip on her head was too tight. I pulled her hair back so that my cock could escape her lips, and then I stroked myself once, then twice, and sent another rope of my load up onto her horrified face.
After allowing myself the pleasure of seeing my cum all over her face, I forced her head back down onto my still spurting cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
"Ahhh," I sighed, "How many grooms get a blowjob from somebody else's wife while on their honeymoon?"
Vivian squirmed in my lap but I kept her head pinned.
"Now you wait here, I'll be back after I service my bride a couple times. Tell you what. I want you to practice licking assholes. You can practice on your hubby since he is one." That said, I flung her head away from me, tucked my cock away and left her kneeling in the middle of the room.
I met Argie a little later and as we went out on the town, I checked out of the hotel, and booked us into an even better one. I guess I was lucky in that I never met them again. I really think he would have tried to have me killed for what I did to them.
After we were married, I started reading the Village Voice, and took note of the personal ads. It wasn't long before I located the local version of the 'Voice,' and placed my own ad. I won't bore you with the details, but I did receive a single response. I agreed to meet the woman at a local restaurant where we talked for a very long time and found that we had quite a lot in common. Her name was Molly and she was a social activist, volunteer, and tae kwon do expert. In short, she was your basic bad-assed modern woman. I was immensely attracted to her for that alone. Physically, she was a knockout: long black hair, penetrating eyes, smooth milky skin, large-boned, buxom, and need I add, muscular.
She drove me home that night, and in the parking lot I asked if I could kiss her goodnight. She seemed taken aback, but only for a moment, then she agreed. Our goodnight kiss turned into a very hot make out session in her car. After half an hour of this she drove us back to her place where yes, we did have sex. She was amazing in bed, a very skilled practitioner of oral sex and manipulator of the prostate. Her body was large and shapely, soft but muscular and flexible. Her breasts and nipples were quite large. Her ass was broad and curvy. Her pubic hair was thick on top, but light, and neatly trimmed around her labia and anus. She was a very enthusiastic sex partner. Molly also seemed very needy. Almost immediately she told me of her many boyfriends who had unceremoniously dumped her for one half-assed reason or another.
After a few days I discovered why: Molly was very, very annoying. Despite her intelligence, her wit, and her open mind, she possessed a singular ability to annoy the shit out of me. She was incredibly abrasive and almost totally unaware of this flaw. Her roommates hated her and soon I understood why they avoided her and why her relationships never lasted very long. I couldn't understand it - she was virtually perfect except for this one unforgivable, uncorrectable thing. But I didn't have the courage or the heart to break off our new relationship.
A month or so after our first date, she left the country for a vacation. While Molly was gone I met a woman named Nancy online. Of course, I had no idea what Nancy looked like. And no, we didn't meet in any kind of sex-related chat room. But we did discover that we shared a lot of common interests, ideas and goals, and soon I felt like the best part of my day was getting on my PC at night to chat with Nancy. Of course I told her all about Molly, and she seemed sympathetic. Nancy told me all about her current boyfriend too. You've probably already foreseen the next step here: Nancy and I exchanged photos, and decided to meet. It's a cliché now, but at the time it was unheard of.
She hopped a plane and came to visit me. Argie was pregnant with our first and spending a lot of time at her mother's. Nancy and I met for lunch and really hit it off. I knew I'd be in her pants within the hours and casually asked her where she was staying.
It was a motel near the airport, which was fine with me, as I didn't know anyone who frequented that area. She didn't protest when I asked if she wanted to go back to her room.
I began my seduction by lightly stroking her arm, and then I kissed her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed. I raised my face to hers and asked if I could kiss her. She opened her eyes, nodded slightly and leaned forward slowly, lips parted, trembling. We kissed, tenderly at first, then passionately, then roughly. Our hands roamed freely around each others' bodies. Soon we adjourned to bed, where we undressed and made very tender love. I explored Nancy's soft, gorgeous body very slowly and carefully. Her upper torso was covered with freckles which excited me tremendously. I kissed her heavy, full breasts, with their light-colored areole and tiny freckles. I moved down to her belly and hips, broad and soft and gently licked her tiny clitoris until she came sweetly into my mouth, whispering her pleasures aloud. It was so wonderful and pleasurable, very romantic and very exciting ... I'm shaking a little even now as I write about it.
I stayed with her until I knew I had to call Argie, and did so from the lobby of the motel. Argie never suspected a thing. Then I went back to the room and fucked Nancy again.
When Molly returned, I told her everything. I could almost see her heart break. I professed my love for her, and swore I would never see Nancy again. Molly quickly forgave me, and I learned something about women and their insecurities. She even offered to have Nancy join us in bed after meeting her one afternoon.
I was game for it, but Nancy wasn't. In fact, she took the first available flight home without saying goodbye. Molly and I remained fuck buddies for about a year, and then I couldn't take any more of her annoying behavior and broke it off with her. Apparently she was used to this type ending to her relationships, and I never heard from her again.
End of Tape.
John dropped the tape, such as it was, off at Doctor Gladstone's office, went to the library a block away, and browsed while she listened to his tape. He knew it would take forty minutes to play out as he had timed it the night before. He generously gave Dr. Gladstone fifty minutes; partly because that was the normal time he got to spend in her office for a typical session.
When he opened the door to her office, she tried to appear 'normal,' but he was able to detect a slight flush in her cheeks and neck.
Gladstone: "You've been a pretty active boy haven't you, Mr. Franck?"
Franck: "That's what I've been tellin' you, both here and on the tape."
Gladstone: John, as your doctor you know I must accept what you tell me at face value. Um . . . this is extraordinary and I . . ."
Franck: You mean ya don't buy it. You think I made it up?"
Gladstone: "Well quite candidly, I think I need to asses this further, perhaps discuss it with a colleague . . . ."
Franck: "The fuck you will," he said angrily, and took the tape from her machine and thrust it into his pocket. "You've seen the last of me, Doc . . . that is if you're really a doctor and not some broad lookin' to fantasize about what a real man does with his women."
Gladstone: "John! Please, be reasonable! I'm trying to believe what you say . . . please believe me when I say this, but people with problems of a sexual nature tend to exaggerate their experiences."
Franck: "Really? And what about all the places for sex-addicts, are they pure fantasy too?"
Gladstone: "No, John, but . . ." 'He was fast,' she thought, 'he's way ahead of me,' as she struggled mightily for the words that would convince him she meant well.
Frank: "I'm oversexed, I know it, and I need help. I guess I'll try Sex Addicts Anonymous. There are three different places here in town with weekly meetings. Did you know that Doc?" He said with a sneer.
Gladstone: "I know of them . . ." she said weakly, and hated herself for not being capable of reasoning with him. Then she saw the outline of his penis beneath his slacks --- unconsciously noting his growing erection.
Gladstone: "Do you want sex right now, John?" She asked, trying to seize the initiative.
Franck: You making me an offer? I won't refuse you."
Gladstone: "Perhaps," she replied and she left it there, waiting for his reaction.
Franck: "You first," he said. "Last time I wound up jerking off. You enjoyed watching me, I know that. This time you start. Why not unbutton your blouse first?"
Gladstone: "You misunderstood me. I don't . . . I won't engage in any sexual activity with you; now or ever. I cannot. I'm your doctor, and can't for any reason treat you and have sex with you, it's unethical. And that's all I have to say about it; except to ask you to listen to me. Of course, we all have emotional and social reasons for having sex as well as the physical pleasure it might bring us. Sexual addicts are distinguished by their compulsion to have sex under even the most risky and abusive situations. For many people sexual addiction has its roots in a family history of sexual abuse and addiction. Its treatment requires some form of counseling. Therapy options are numerous, including twelve step programs, psychotherapy and support groups. It is strongly recommended that the partners of addicts also seek counseling either independently, or with the addict. The treatment of sexual addiction aims not so much to bring all sex to an end, but rather to place sex into the context of healthy relationships, and to encourage sex that is mutual and not compulsive.
Then Doctor Gladstone carefully added, "Sexual addiction can generally be defined only as a problem for people who feel their behavior has a negative effect on their lives. I see my job as determining what it is that is causing you distress, and don't want to necessarily quantify it based on how much sex you are having."
"Frankly, I think it would be a mistake to go this road alone. Addictions are seldom things that can be dealt with on our own. We need to find either the source for why we are having the compulsive behavior, or we need to find a coping mechanism to compensate for the situation.
"Like any addiction, John, you must first recognize that you are not in a healthy lifestyle and desire to change that behavior. Next you have to determine what the cause is of this behavior. Is it an environmental cause where you grew into this behavior as a result of past experiences with others, for example, through childhood abuse? Or it might be a chemistry issue. It's possible you have a genetic make-up that predisposes you to a compulsive behavior."
Franck: "Let's cut the crap Doc. I see nothing unhealthy about wanting to fuck everything in a skirt. Well maybe STD, but that aside, I'm all for screwing women all day and all night."
Gladstone: "Let me be honest with you, If you don't have a problem, per se, why are you here? If it a case of you're not having sufficient confidence in me I can refer you to another competent psychologist."
Franck: "I feel fine about talkin' to you. The tape should confirm that, but I hear you saying the tape ain't the truth and it sure as shit is!"
Gladstone: "I do believe you, John. I truly do."
John: Thank you Doctor Gladstone. It's nice to be believed." He calmed down and was still willing to work with the doctor.
"For starters, I was not abused at all as a child. I had the greatest, most straight laced, hard working, and loving parents. I grew up in a nice home and was well loved. I am the youngest of 3 boys. I lost my virginity at 18, but was playing around long before then. I am addicted to porn. As soon as my wife and I are finished with sex, I hop in the shower and masturbate again. Every time I see a female, I don't care if it's on TV, at work, on the street, or in church; in short anywhere and everywhere. My mind is constantly on sex.
Franck rose from his chair, causing Dr. Gladstone to blanch, but he took two steps toward the door before turning. Send me the bill Doc. I won't be back. If I'm gonna resolve this problem I'll do it on my own. "
"John," Dr. Gladstone said and raised a hand in the air, only to drop it back down on the desk, knowing all to well she has failed her patient.
"See ya around Doc," Franck said as he opened the door and headed home.
*****
After stopping by his McDonald franchise and ensuring things were going smoothly, John went home. He inserted a fresh tape, having convinced himself that he would complete his sexual history at least for his own personal satisfaction, but hoping that he would be able to mend things with Doctor Gladstone, and perhaps even get into her pants eventually. He knew the tape had excited her and felt that in time he would seduce her.
On arriving home, John set up the tape recorder and began again with what remained on the tape he had taken back from Doctor Gladstone.
"As our married life settled into a routine, I got Argie pregnant again, and I had just managed to get the McDonald franchise. She was back and forth from her mother's and I started catting around again.
The first, Maggie, was actually only a friend. One night she wound up sleeping in my bed while Argie was at her mother's. I can't recall exactly how it came about, but guess it had to do with drinking too much beer.
Anyway, we were both fully clothed. We had no intention of having sex at all. In fact, we were sleeping in reversed positions -- my feet at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly, around four in the morning, Maggie started rubbing my cock. Oh, I was awake for this, fully awake. She took it out of my pants and began to masturbate me. I was surprised, and of course let things progress without interruption.
After about a minutes of gentle jerks and squeezing Maggie released my dick long enough to pull her own pants off; exposing her lovely white ass too my view. And yes, by then Maggie knew I was awake.
She turned her back to me and began rubbing her ass against my cock. With her first low moan of satisfaction, I held her ass and guided my cock into her warm, wet pussy. After only a few minutes of movement, I pulled out and came all over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my sperm into her ass cheeks and over her asshole. I put my sticky penis back into my pants, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, Maggie was gone. For the next week we acted as if nothing had happened. Then on a Saturday night, I visited her place. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. No bra. Her roommate, a girl named, Lisa, I think, I'm not positive about that, was wearing a bathrobe.
We sat around talking for a while until Maggie and I noticed that Lisa's bathrobe was open. We could see her large, pale breasts swinging freely as she talked and gestured. Naturally, this turned me on and it aroused Maggie too, because when Lisa got up and left the room to take a shower, Maggie turned to me and said, "Would you like to fuck?"
I nodded, and yanked my shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and got in the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy ? and found it sopping wet. I entered her with no problem. She moaned as we began. After a few strokes I remembered I wasn't wearing a rubber, and asked her if it was all right for me to come inside of her, or did she want to get some protection.
"Keep screwin', I'm on the pill, baby," she replied.
We finished before her roommate got back, and were seated on the beat-up couch acting as if nothing had happened when Lisa walked out of the shower, humming a Beatles tune.
It was the last time Maggie and I fucked, but we remained very good friends, in fact, we still are close.
*********
John shut the tape off and sporting a formidable erection went to the window to peek on his neighbor, Mrs. Witkowski, who was watering her flowers.
John had been watching his neighbor off and on since she and her husband had moved in three months before. Although they had met socially, John had not had an opportunity to get Mrs. Witkowski alone. In fact, he didn't know her first name.
What he did know was that she was a good looking blonde with a small chest, but killer legs and a world class ass. In was her ass that caught and held his attention as he watched her from his den window.
Taking two ice cold beers from the refrigerator, he sauntered outside and pretended to discover her as he turned the corner of his house to where she happened to be working in her side yard.
"Oh, hi," he called out, causing her to straighten up, and in the process, exposed her small breasts to his eyes.
"Hi," she replied, flushing on realizing that he had seen her breasts, or most of them. She decided to pretend he hadn't, and followed with, "I know it's hotter than Hades, but I just can't put off pruning these plants any longer if I don't want a jungle out here."
"I understand," John said and held out a cold can of beer to her. "Have a brew, nice and cold. It will help with the pruning."
"Why thank you," his neighbor said, accepting the beer.
John opened his with a soft pop and a second later she did the same.
"I'm John Franck," he said and smiled at her with both his mouth and eyes.
"She was taken with him, liking particularly his easy laid back manner.
"I know. We met briefly just after we moved in." Then she realized he had forgotten her name and so she promptly supplied it.
"Jill, Jill Witkowski," she said and offered him her free hand which John promptly accepted, shook once and then let go.
He found himself captivated by the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her.
That opportunity came about ten minutes later, when she invited him in for a second beer. It wasn't the invitation to come in, but the sultry look she gave him that found him caressing the small of her back as they entered her side door to the kitchen.
"Kind of free with the hands, aren't you, John?"
He might have backed off then and not continued trying to get her into bed, but he caught her glancing down at his erection for just a split second and knew she was open to a sexual invitation.
"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," he told her as his hand dropped lower, to the curve of her ass. She arched her eyebrow, but left his hand there, opened the refrigerator and removed two beers, handing him one.
Looking him in the eye, Jill said, "You're anxious huh?"
He opened his beer and handed it to her, accepting hers in return. He took his time opening his beer and then met her eye and answered her.
"What I'm anxious about is . . ." he paused and took a long drink from his beer.
"Aaah," he said, then wiped his mouth of with his arm. "I feel there should be more of me. What I mean is . . . I'm half crazy deciding what to do first with you. I want to eat you, fuck you and have you blow me all at the same time. But we both know that's impossible."
"Impossible," she replied with a faint smile.
"So you see what's making me anxious," he said with a big grin.
"I think I prefer one John at a time," she said, then laughed at her pun. "If there were several of you making love to me each one would only get a share of the fun. But if we take things one step at a time, then maybe Johnny can have his cake and eat it too."
Jill moved across the room and turned on the stereo, and waved a hand at him. "Give me a minute, I'll be right back. Oh, and by the way Jeff won't be barging in on us. We have hours and hours to ourselves . . . that is unless your wife will be interrupting us?"
He glanced at his wristwatch. "We have about an hour and a half on that end,' he said.
"Good, then I'll be right back."
A minute or so later, Jill peeked out at him from the bedroom. "In here, sailor,' she said, beckoning him to her with a bright red fingernail.
He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her hard nipples as they stabbed him in the chest. His hands explored her from her shoulders to the curve of her ass before he pulled her tightly against him.
His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile force against her flesh. Their lips met, mouths opened and their tongues slithered together.
Low, urgent moans crept into their kisses. Jill nipped gently at tongue and then his lip excitedly. His hand went between her legs and parted them. She hissed excitedly, knowing the answer before asking the question. "Is it a big one?"
"Big enough," he responded.
"Goody!" She said and breathed thickly into his neck before clawing at his chest with her fingernails.
"Try not to leave any marks," he warned her. "I'll do the same for you."
"Oh, yeah, right," she replied and then licked his left nipple until it hardened. Then she bit it until her yelped in pain. "Do me like that," she pleaded as they eased onto the bed.
"If you like," Franck told Jill as he stretched her out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He began her seduction by kissing the undersides of each breast until the nipples pebbled and then he alternated, nibbling around her small, but firm mounds until she moaned with pleasure and then he swooped down and took the right nipple between his teeth and bit hard.
"Aaah!" Jill gasped in surprise.
A second later, he split her lower folds apart with his fingers and caressed her inner and outer folds until she moaned once more. As the sound reached his ears, he switched nipples and bit the other, harder this time, but not hard enough to draw blood or worse. Jill arched her back as the bolts of pleasure/pain surged from her nipple to her cunt; and screamed with the intensity of a new pleasure as he sent a finger into her. A minute later he was frigging her with two fingers and had Jill shaking and whimpering as her orgasm neared.
"Coming already?" He asked.
"I think . . . ."
He returned to suck on her bruised and puffy nipples, milking them, pinching them, mauling them. And she loved every second of it and told him so.
"You're a fine bitch," he told her in return, then licked and kissed his way down across her belly and into the golden floss of her cunt hair.
"Oh, Christ!" Jill moaned as his tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick folds of her labia, massaging them and tantalizing her.
"Enjoying yourself?" He inquired.
"YES! she hissed.
Almost as a reward for answering, he allowed the tip of his tongue a light contact with the peeping tip of her emerging clit, and she cried out in a desperately eager voice, "Oh, Christ, yeah! Give it a few licks, please, please, please!"
John seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward. Jill squealed happily and came.
But he wasn't going to let her go that easily. He mouthed the little bud closer to its base; milked it as he had her nipples earlier. And when Jill spasmed with another orgasm, he slid his tongue over its delicate mantle time and time again, using an inconsistent rhythm that kept Jill off balance for the duration of her climax.
And when he thought that she had finished, he attacked it once again until Jill was moaning loudly as the thrill itself became unbearable and she had to beg him to bring his actions to a halt.
Knowing women as well as he did, John did nothing of the sort, but halted for a count of five, giving Jill a chance to think she could relax. Then he caught her unaware with a suck on her clit that seemed to double it in size. Jill groaned and lost complete control. It was as if he had punched her in the stomach with his fist. Her asshole nibbled at the sheets as she clenched her ass in pure reflex to the incredible sensations he had brought upon her. She came again, harder than she'd ever come before, and collapsed thinking, 'My God, he hasn't fucked me yet.'
He kept sucking at her cunt as her entire body shook. He felt her inner labia vibrate against his chin; and he heard a faint gurgling as her juices squished from her convulsing cunt into the sucking vortex created by his vacuuming mouth.
Then when Jill renewed her pleading for him to cease his cunt sucking, he relented and came to a halt.
Jill lay still, moaning softly and gasping for breath as the tingling continued to bombard her nervous system. Finally, after several minutes she opened her eyes and whispered,
"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?"
John laughed.
"They'd have had to carry me away in a casket!"
"So it was good for you, huh?"
"Yeah, average, I'd say."
They both laughed at her comment.
"Are you ready for the next stage?" He asked quietly.
"Where the hell are you taking me next? I've already been to the moon and back."
He laughed and caressed her breasts, they were small in size but just right for fondling and her nipples stood tall and ready for his mouth and tongue.
"Seriously John, I know you haven't gotten off, but I'm so . . . tender down there I don't think I could take your big dick right now. How 'bout I blow you? I give good head and we can have a royal fuck tomorrow."
"Well," he said, drawing the word out. "All right, you're gonna lick my balls a little?"
"Of course, and I'll kiss and lick your shaft, suck the head and take most, but not all of you into my throat."
"So you don't deep throat, you medium throat, is that it?'
Jill blushed. "I guess . . . sorry. I feel bad after the fantastic job you did on me . . ."
"So let's get it on then," he said and waved his cock in her face while she giggled inanely.
*****
Meanwhile, next door, Argie Franck arrived home an hour early having encountered a no-show for the house she had planned on showing that afternoon. The fact that they had not bothered to call to cancel had peeved her enough to call it a day.
'Oh, well,' she told herself, maybe John and I can get a matinee in, I'm certainly horny enough to drain him dry."
She walked through the rooms leading to her bedroom, disrobing as she went. Her shoes landed ten feet from the front door; her sweater wound up draped over the recliner in the living room and the remainder of her garments lay in a pool on the bedroom floor.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror Argie examined herself. Cupping a breast in her left hand she took in its suppleness, tapped it to determine it firmness and smiled with satisfaction. Then to further excite herself, she brought the breast closer to her mouth and licked her nipple.
"Mmmmm, yummy," she groaned. "Where are you loverman?" She called out to the empty house.
Wandering nude into the kitchen, Argie delved into the refrigerator and took out a container of yogurt and scooped it out with her fingers. Then on finishing the yogurt, she licked her lips and discarded the container and sauntered into the living room. She was about to turn on the TV when the tape caught her eye.
"What the . . . what's he doing with a tape?" She wondered aloud. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned the cassette player on and entered the tape and sat down in the recliner to listen to what she thought was her husbands latest popular singing group.
Argie was stunned to hear her husband's voice. But what he had to say was even more shocking.
"Okay, okay, I'm not sure where to start," Argie heard him say.
"So I'll start with my wife, Argie. Now although Argie just turned forty, she's drop-dead gorgeous, y'know, an absolute stunner. She's about five feet nine with dark brown, shoulder length hair. Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in coils, which I like 'cause it frames her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Ahhh, she thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has a nice tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her tits are full, yet firm enough for her to still be able to dispense with her bra when she wants to."
At this point Argie stopped the tape and got up to make herself a strong drink. She knew this was going to be interesting. After taking two long sips from her vodka Collins, she started the tape again.
"As if her looks and figure weren't enough, Argie also has a wonderful personality. She's always happy and it's no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room she enters. Argie is by nature, caring and considerate and well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to question, but during the twenty-two years we've been married, a number of friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know."
"Now, Doc, to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Argie is very good in bed; and not only in bed either, but also in the den, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the pool, or wherever else we happen to be when the fancy hits us."
Argie stopped the tape again, her mouth agape in surprise. "He's seeing a shrink!"
She finished her drink in one gulp and got up to make another. "So that's why he's not home. He's at the doctor's office right now," she surmised. Not knowing that at that precise moment John Franck had his cock in the neighbor's mouth, and was emptying his stored up semen into her throat.
Argie turned the tape back on and listened as John spoke of how they had tried to have children; she frowned deeply when he spoke of her growing depressed and having lost interest in sex. 'He's full of shit!' she said to herself. 'Here I am, nude, waiting for the son-of- a- bitch to come home so I can jump his bones and he's telling the goddamn world I've lost interest in sex!'
Argie found herself listening with an intense interest as he went on to say: "But I'm wandering off aren't I? This is supposed to be about my sex life so . . . let's see, when did it all begin?"
She found a pad and began taking notes. "Barbara, the little sister of a friend, who was cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 18, who asked him, "Have you ever seen a pussy, Johnny? Have you ever seen your mother's?"
Argie finished her second drink and on placing it down on the end table, realized that she was getting wet sexually. "What the hell?" she said aloud. "I'm getting wet because my husband's a philanderer? What's wrong with me?"
She allowed the tape to continue and listened to him tell of having slept with over a hundred girls --- mostly unprotected.
"That son-of-a-bitch!" she exclaimed, "Unprotected sex with that many women . . . how the hell does he have time to find them all?"
The tape rolled on: "I screwed around while we were going steady, when we were engaged and even on our honeymoon . . ."
Angie lurched from the recliner and went to the kitchen and grabbed a carving knife. "I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch, I will!" she shrieked, and a moment later crumpled into a fetal position and began to cry.
A minute or two later, John opened the front door and was stunned to find Argie lying on the living room floor sobbing.
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John began to relate how he had even cheated on Argie while going steady; and again after they were engaged and even on their honeymoon.
Shortly before Argie and I got engaged, I went through a series of different jobs as I attempted to find myself a career that would support the two of us. It seems, looking back, that each one found me meeting another woman. Now I did love Argie very much, and still do. But my dick has always led me by the nose, and so on the first of these jobs, a clerical thing with a telecommunication company, I met Jane.
Jane was crazed in bed. She was the most physically active woman I'd ever slept with. She would thrust her hips hard and fast against mine for as long as my cock was inside her. She only got tired after we were finished. She would scream and moan and yell and curse when I ate her delicious pussy with its fluffy pubic hair and fat, tasty labia. She would hold my face by the ears and hair, pressing it into her body when I licked her ass, or stuck my tongue in her asshole. She would forcibly shove my face into her breasts, ordering me to suck and bite her nipples. She would demand that I fuck her. She would always tell me explicitly where she wanted my sperm: "Cum in my pussy! Cum in my mouth! Cum on my tits! Cum on my belly!"
She always articulated her desire in the most verbally filthy way possible. "Give me head! Fuck my cunt! Suck my tits!" or "Lick your cum off my belly!"
Jane had a great body. She had small, cute, sexy breasts with large nipples, a long, flat belly that curved outward to her abdomen and then back in to her pussy. She had a gorgeous ass and lovely legs. I'm getting hard thinking about her right now.
Jane was the first woman I've slept with who was as beautiful as a model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, perfect hair, and a sharp, sexy grin. She loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused as a child by a man who held her down and raped her, we could not do it in the missionary position. That was how she remembered her abuser, him on top of her.
She loved to fuck in the female superior position or doggy style. She told me once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a lot tighter than it should have been, and that fucking doggy style heightened all sensations for her.
Fucking Jane always resulted in dozens of scratches, some bruises and lots of sweat. I had to do some quick thinking to explain a few of them to Argie, but she was young and naive, and bought all the bullshit I fed her. It's been a long time since I've had sex with Jane, but I can fantasize about it at a moment's notice. Sex with her was so intense, so passionate and so enjoyable on a base, animalistic level that I will never forget it. It will always be something that I want.
I don't think Jane and I ever had bad sex, or sex that was less than exhausting. Now, this was the first time I had ever cheated on Argie, I felt very bad about it afterwards, and while I was fucking Jane I couldn't stop thinking about Argie and how hurt she would be if she found out. But that didn't stop me from doing it. I guess I'm just a big prick . . . [laughter on tape.]
Anyway, Jane and I broke up after I quit that job and hired on with a printing company. That's where I met Cathy. Cathy was sexually voracious, but let me initiate everything. She wasn't into any kind of weird sex and that was kind of disappointing. I loved to eat her pussy though, mostly for the taste and excitement, but partially because of her reactions. Cathy allowed me to tie her up, and shave her pubic hair. She also enjoyed spanking, oral sex, and tying me up in turn. Despite all this, it seemed pretty vanilla, largely because she wasn't very enthusiastic for experimentation despite her prodigious sexual appetite. She was so cute and sexy. We broke up after two and a half years of a mostly great relationship that was accompanied by much self-denial . . . you see; her attitudes towards weirdness in sex were duplicated in her daytime life. She'd put up with eccentricity but didn't encourage it. In fact, she didn't understand it at all. But this is probably more than you want to know.
While dating Cathy, we had a protracted fight because she slept with her ex-boyfriend. During our week-long disagreement, I slept with my ex-girlfriend Jane, not to get back at Cathy but because I'd always wanted to do it again. This was just before Argie and I got married. I was about as horny as I've ever been during this period. Argie and I were making it everywhere. In the morning just after her parents went off to work and before I had to go to my job; and a couple times in the evenings, whenever we could get away; usually in the backseat of my car.
But let me get back to Jane. Jane was more sexually thirsty in bed than ever before, something I didn't think was possible. One night I called her and we talked dirty over the phone for about half an hour, then I told her to come pick me up. I said, "Don't put on panties. Don't put on a bra. Don't even put on shoes. Wear very loose-fitting jeans and come pick me up." When she arrived, I was wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear, no shoes or socks. I got in the car and immediately kissed her, then lowered my hand into her pants. She had shaved her pubic hair. It was a Pavlovian reaction -- as soon as I felt the absence of pubic hair, I got a massive erection. Well, I was hot to trot anyway, of course.
I let the snake out of my pants, and she gasped with delight as she gripped it in her hand. We took turns masturbating each other as she drove back to her house. She begged me not to make her cum as she was driving because she'd have a wreck. Her pussy was absolutely soaked with juices when we arrived. Her pants had a huge, warm, wet spot in the crotch. My hand was covered with it. We almost ran inside. She locked the door and I told her to take off my clothes. When I was naked, I took her clothes off pretty roughly and carried her to the bed.
I spent a good half-hour to forty-five minutes eating her newly shaven pussy. I loved every minute of it, drinking deeply from her sweating thighs and her juicy, oh so creamy pussy.
She begged me to let her suck my cock, so I presented her with my erection. She sucked it right down, licking and slurping with a fury, stopping only to ask me if I was ready to cum. I said yes, and she scrambled to her hands and knees with one hand still on my erection. She basically sat right on my hard-on, and fucked herself with it. I barely had to move as she bounced up and down on my cock. She leaned over and licked the entire inside of my mouth with her tongue, then grabbed my head and forced me to suck her nipples. I scratched her back and slapped her ass as she fucked me and I sucked her breasts.
Soon it was my turn to be the aggressor, and I shoved her off of me, I got off the bed picked her up by the waist and threw her face-down onto the bed with her feet still touching the floor. Only then did I ram my cock into her. She screamed and grunted things like "Fuck my fucking pussy, Goddamn-it!" and "I'm going to cum, you cocksucker!"
I said, "I'm going to cum on your fucking tits," and she said, "Oh yes, on my tits, and I'll lick it off my fingers, oh baby," or something like that. So at the climactic moment I pulled out, and jerked off as she rolled over and pressed her breasts together. I came very hard on her tits, and as she rubbed it in with her hands she managed to catch some sperm on her tongue and swallowed it.
After this, she went into the bathroom and pissed noisily, making sure I could hear it. Back in bed, she asked me if I wanted to suck her hairless pussy again. Before she finished her question I was back between her strong legs, sucking for all I was worth, loving the feel of her large, pussy lips in my mouth. She asked me to sit up and bend over, and I complied. She wet her fingers in her pussy, and stuck first one, then two, then three and finally all four into my ass. She knelt behind me and thrust her hips against her hand as if she was a man fucking my ass. It hurt some at first, but I got used to it, and soon enough I was jerking off while she fucked my ass with her hand.
At the point when I actually began to enjoy her fucking me, Jane turned me over and, still fingering my ass, stared to blow me. A few moments before I would have cum from her adroit cocksucking, she did something to me that was a first. Pressing violently against my prostate gland, she caused me to undergo a massive orgasm which quickly filled her hot mouth with my sperm. She swallowed most of it, and then kissed me deeply, spitting my cum back into my mouth. I returned the favor, and we did this until all the sperm vanished.
Now back to Cathy. While I was dating her, I had another experience. I had been flirting with another woman named Casey at work. We were interested in each other but couldn't get together. One night we ran into each other at an art show, and she drove me home. We sat on the couch and talked for a while, getting closer and closer until we had our legs thrown over each other's and my cock mashed against her ass. I asked her to come upstairs with me and she agreed. To make a long story short, we ended up naked on my bed.
I discovered her pussy was shaved, and immediately begged her to let me eat it. I spent a long time sucking gently on her shaven crotch. That was the only sex we had, aside from a few minutes when she played with, and sucked me off.
Later she told me that a female friend of hers was interested in having a three-way with her and me. Was I interested? You bet I was, unfortunately, it never came to pass.
A curious situation developed while Argie and I were on our honeymoon in Las Vegas. I had an unusual run of luck at the crap tables, and was mistaken for a high roller by a man and wife who were almost flat broke. I won't mention any names here, for they later came into a great deal of money and would gladly have spent a great deal of it to get even with me for what I did to them.
Doc, I'm also changing exactly what happened to make it difficult for them to find me should this tape ever get lost, if you know what I mean.
They had been watching me add to my winnings and when I wandered to the bar, insisted on buying me a drink, saying they'd bet along with me and wanted to repay me.
I led them to believe that I was a wealthy playboy on my third honeymoon, only because I was interested in his wife. I knew there would be a pitch coming and waited patiently for it. During the wait, his wife rested a breast on my arm as I listened to her hubby extolling the virtues of his fast rising company.
She was about forty, some ten years or so younger than he. I'll call her Vivian. She had wavy red hair complete with gray streaks. Vivian looked great for a woman her age, wearing a cream colored gown that let you know she had a great pair of tits.
You may be wondering where Argie was all this time. One, she was in our room regaling her mother about my winnings, and following that was to have her hair done for the shows we were going to see that evening. I had at least a two hour window to fool around with.
Vivian's husband finally got around to my money. I assured him that I had a lot of it and if needed to get twice as much from my father by placing a phone call. He got so excited over this news that he almost wet himself.
By the way, now Vivian had both tis mashed against my arm.
He made his pitch. It seems his business just needed a little more capital to put it over the top, and if I was interested, why I could get in on a deal that would triple my investment in two months time.
I began rubbing Vivian's thigh, as I pondered the offer. Her tits remained firmly locked on my arm. Letting my hand move up so that I was almost cupping her cunt in my hand, I said bluntly, "I can tell you now, the answer is no."
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He smiled at me, and said, "I can see that you're more interested in my wife than my proposition."
I nodded, and said, "So?"
"So, I propose that you have the use of my wife, Vivian in return for a two month loan of . . . say, $490,000."
I turned to face Vivian, and said, "Exactly how do I get to use her?"
"Anyway you choose."
Vivian smiled at me, and abruptly pulled away so that her tits no longer rested against me, and my hand was drifting aimlessly in the air, inches from her mons.
"You understand that I'm here on my honeymoon. I hardly have time to . . . um, make use of your wife, and as lovely as she is, I can't jeopardize my marriage. I must also consider the fact that there may be a risk of blackmail here, so no, I can't accept the offer."
"We, err, have anticipated that, and will gladly allow you the use of our suite . . . actually room 2424 any time you want it."
"But will Vivian be there whenever I can get away?"
"The deal is . . . Vivian will remain in the room. I will leave it, when necessary, of course, but she will remain there, awaiting your, um, requirements."
"I agree, but you will have to wait a week for the money."
"Why a week?"
"I'm on my honeymoon, any request for a sum as large as you require would be questioned. I have to be home to avoid unnecessary or complicated questions."
"I understand," he said, and glanced at his wife. "I agree," he said, and Vivian was back against me, having thrust her pelvis out in search of my wandering hand.
"Let's get started right now," I said and got up, not bothering to hide my erection.
Vivian and I took the elevator to room 2424. Once inside she promptly got rid of the cream colored gown and stood before me in a lavender garter belt and thigh high stockings that almost matched her gown in color.
"Suck me off," I said, bluntly, and shocked her.
"What?" Vivian said, glaring at me as I smiled back at her. I thought about having her
husband watch us as I degraded her as I unzipped my pants and shook my hardon at her.
She took my engorged cock in with a sort of horrified look on her face. I concluded that I was larger than what she was used to, and laughed.
She walked over to the bar in garter-belt and heels, made herself a stiff drink, downed it in two gulps, then returned to me. Without saying another word, she obediently kneeled down in front of me and gingerly took my cock in her hand. I made it pulse as she gripped it.
Vivian pointed my cock towards her scarlet lips and closed her eyes in disgust as she leaned towards my cock. I placed my hand behind her elegantly cut hair and pushed her head forward. With a choking sound, my cock entered into her mouth, and those ruby lips wrapped tightly around me. Her eyes flashed open in anger, but my cock silenced any protest. She tried to pull her head back, and I allowed her a few inches before pulling her head back down on me again.
"Not bad," I critiqued. "But unless you put something into it, the deal's off."
Her nostrils flared in pure anger, but she started bouncing her head faster on my cock. One of her tits was bouncing against my thigh. I held her hair tightly in my hand as a sign of my dominance. Her lips were tight against me but she seemed to have a problem getting all of me into her mouth. I pushed down harder, and found a nipple and squeezed it.
She moaned, letting me know I was hurting her.
"Come on," I said criticizing her talent. "Suck it! I want to feel your mouth on me; I want to feel that tongue work its magic."
Vivian's cheeks caved inward in response, and my cock was gripped in a wonderful suction. I pinched her nipple harder as my cock bounced off the back of her throat. I remained still, letting the whore do all the work. My balls were buried between the cleavage of her tits, slipping against the sweat of her skin.
"Faster, you slut," I grunted. Her head moved faster, sucking my cock for dear life. She was grunting now and her chest was heaving from the effort. Her lipstick was smeared all over my cock, and I smirked at the wrinkles appearing under eyes as her makeup sweated. She might have been over forty, but she was decent for a cocksucker.
I pulled her by the hair so that only her mouth covered the tip of my cock. Then I squeezed her tits around my balls, which was easy with her large, pliant breasts. With the length of my cock in full view, covered with her spit and lipstick, I gave her a final command.
"Now use your tongue and show me how fast you can flick me."
She growled in anger, but I felt her tongue flick over my cock none the less. Her green eyes stared at me in loathing while her tongue tapped rapidly over the opening of my cock. I began to wonder if I would be capable of fucking Argie on returning to my room.
I was getting ready to explode, and moaned in warning; Vivian's eyes widened in alarm. She knew now that I intended to cum in her mouth. I tightened my grip on the back of her head.
A second later my cock erupted, sending a glob of cum onto her still flicking tongue. I felt her recoil, but my grip on her head was too tight. I pulled her hair back so that my cock could escape her lips, and then I stroked myself once, then twice, and sent another rope of my load up onto her horrified face.
After allowing myself the pleasure of seeing my cum all over her face, I forced her head back down onto my still spurting cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
"Ahhh," I sighed, "How many grooms get a blowjob from somebody else's wife while on their honeymoon?"
Vivian squirmed in my lap but I kept her head pinned.
"Now you wait here, I'll be back after I service my bride a couple times. Tell you what. I want you to practice licking assholes. You can practice on your hubby since he is one." That said, I flung her head away from me, tucked my cock away and left her kneeling in the middle of the room.
I met Argie a little later and as we went out on the town, I checked out of the hotel, and booked us into an even better one. I guess I was lucky in that I never met them again. I really think he would have tried to have me killed for what I did to them.
After we were married, I started reading the Village Voice, and took note of the personal ads. It wasn't long before I located the local version of the 'Voice,' and placed my own ad. I won't bore you with the details, but I did receive a single response. I agreed to meet the woman at a local restaurant where we talked for a very long time and found that we had quite a lot in common. Her name was Molly and she was a social activist, volunteer, and tae kwon do expert. In short, she was your basic bad-assed modern woman. I was immensely attracted to her for that alone. Physically, she was a knockout: long black hair, penetrating eyes, smooth milky skin, large-boned, buxom, and need I add, muscular.
She drove me home that night, and in the parking lot I asked if I could kiss her goodnight. She seemed taken aback, but only for a moment, then she agreed. Our goodnight kiss turned into a very hot make out session in her car. After half an hour of this she drove us back to her place where yes, we did have sex. She was amazing in bed, a very skilled practitioner of oral sex and manipulator of the prostate. Her body was large and shapely, soft but muscular and flexible. Her breasts and nipples were quite large. Her ass was broad and curvy. Her pubic hair was thick on top, but light, and neatly trimmed around her labia and anus. She was a very enthusiastic sex partner. Molly also seemed very needy. Almost immediately she told me of her many boyfriends who had unceremoniously dumped her for one half-assed reason or another.
After a few days I discovered why: Molly was very, very annoying. Despite her intelligence, her wit, and her open mind, she possessed a singular ability to annoy the shit out of me. She was incredibly abrasive and almost totally unaware of this flaw. Her roommates hated her and soon I understood why they avoided her and why her relationships never lasted very long. I couldn't understand it - she was virtually perfect except for this one unforgivable, uncorrectable thing. But I didn't have the courage or the heart to break off our new relationship.
A month or so after our first date, she left the country for a vacation. While Molly was gone I met a woman named Nancy online. Of course, I had no idea what Nancy looked like. And no, we didn't meet in any kind of sex-related chat room. But we did discover that we shared a lot of common interests, ideas and goals, and soon I felt like the best part of my day was getting on my PC at night to chat with Nancy. Of course I told her all about Molly, and she seemed sympathetic. Nancy told me all about her current boyfriend too. You've probably already foreseen the next step here: Nancy and I exchanged photos, and decided to meet. It's a cliché now, but at the time it was unheard of.
She hopped a plane and came to visit me. Argie was pregnant with our first and spending a lot of time at her mother's. Nancy and I met for lunch and really hit it off. I knew I'd be in her pants within the hours and casually asked her where she was staying.
It was a motel near the airport, which was fine with me, as I didn't know anyone who frequented that area. She didn't protest when I asked if she wanted to go back to her room.
I began my seduction by lightly stroking her arm, and then I kissed her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed. I raised my face to hers and asked if I could kiss her. She opened her eyes, nodded slightly and leaned forward slowly, lips parted, trembling. We kissed, tenderly at first, then passionately, then roughly. Our hands roamed freely around each others' bodies. Soon we adjourned to bed, where we undressed and made very tender love. I explored Nancy's soft, gorgeous body very slowly and carefully. Her upper torso was covered with freckles which excited me tremendously. I kissed her heavy, full breasts, with their light-colored areole and tiny freckles. I moved down to her belly and hips, broad and soft and gently licked her tiny clitoris until she came sweetly into my mouth, whispering her pleasures aloud. It was so wonderful and pleasurable, very romantic and very exciting ... I'm shaking a little even now as I write about it.
I stayed with her until I knew I had to call Argie, and did so from the lobby of the motel. Argie never suspected a thing. Then I went back to the room and fucked Nancy again.
When Molly returned, I told her everything. I could almost see her heart break. I professed my love for her, and swore I would never see Nancy again. Molly quickly forgave me, and I learned something about women and their insecurities. She even offered to have Nancy join us in bed after meeting her one afternoon.
I was game for it, but Nancy wasn't. In fact, she took the first available flight home without saying goodbye. Molly and I remained fuck buddies for about a year, and then I couldn't take any more of her annoying behavior and broke it off with her. Apparently she was used to this type ending to her relationships, and I never heard from her again.
End of Tape.
John dropped the tape, such as it was, off at Doctor Gladstone's office, went to the library a block away, and browsed while she listened to his tape. He knew it would take forty minutes to play out as he had timed it the night before. He generously gave Dr. Gladstone fifty minutes; partly because that was the normal time he got to spend in her office for a typical session.
When he opened the door to her office, she tried to appear 'normal,' but he was able to detect a slight flush in her cheeks and neck.
Gladstone: "You've been a pretty active boy haven't you, Mr. Franck?"
Franck: "That's what I've been tellin' you, both here and on the tape."
Gladstone: John, as your doctor you know I must accept what you tell me at face value. Um . . . this is extraordinary and I . . ."
Franck: You mean ya don't buy it. You think I made it up?"
Gladstone: "Well quite candidly, I think I need to asses this further, perhaps discuss it with a colleague . . . ."
Franck: "The fuck you will," he said angrily, and took the tape from her machine and thrust it into his pocket. "You've seen the last of me, Doc . . . that is if you're really a doctor and not some broad lookin' to fantasize about what a real man does with his women."
Gladstone: "John! Please, be reasonable! I'm trying to believe what you say . . . please believe me when I say this, but people with problems of a sexual nature tend to exaggerate their experiences."
Franck: "Really? And what about all the places for sex-addicts, are they pure fantasy too?"
Gladstone: "No, John, but . . ." 'He was fast,' she thought, 'he's way ahead of me,' as she struggled mightily for the words that would convince him she meant well.
Frank: "I'm oversexed, I know it, and I need help. I guess I'll try Sex Addicts Anonymous. There are three different places here in town with weekly meetings. Did you know that Doc?" He said with a sneer.
Gladstone: "I know of them . . ." she said weakly, and hated herself for not being capable of reasoning with him. Then she saw the outline of his penis beneath his slacks --- unconsciously noting his growing erection.
Gladstone: "Do you want sex right now, John?" She asked, trying to seize the initiative.
Franck: You making me an offer? I won't refuse you."
Gladstone: "Perhaps," she replied and she left it there, waiting for his reaction.
Franck: "You first," he said. "Last time I wound up jerking off. You enjoyed watching me, I know that. This time you start. Why not unbutton your blouse first?"
Gladstone: "You misunderstood me. I don't . . . I won't engage in any sexual activity with you; now or ever. I cannot. I'm your doctor, and can't for any reason treat you and have sex with you, it's unethical. And that's all I have to say about it; except to ask you to listen to me. Of course, we all have emotional and social reasons for having sex as well as the physical pleasure it might bring us. Sexual addicts are distinguished by their compulsion to have sex under even the most risky and abusive situations. For many people sexual addiction has its roots in a family history of sexual abuse and addiction. Its treatment requires some form of counseling. Therapy options are numerous, including twelve step programs, psychotherapy and support groups. It is strongly recommended that the partners of addicts also seek counseling either independently, or with the addict. The treatment of sexual addiction aims not so much to bring all sex to an end, but rather to place sex into the context of healthy relationships, and to encourage sex that is mutual and not compulsive.
Then Doctor Gladstone carefully added, "Sexual addiction can generally be defined only as a problem for people who feel their behavior has a negative effect on their lives. I see my job as determining what it is that is causing you distress, and don't want to necessarily quantify it based on how much sex you are having."
"Frankly, I think it would be a mistake to go this road alone. Addictions are seldom things that can be dealt with on our own. We need to find either the source for why we are having the compulsive behavior, or we need to find a coping mechanism to compensate for the situation.
"Like any addiction, John, you must first recognize that you are not in a healthy lifestyle and desire to change that behavior. Next you have to determine what the cause is of this behavior. Is it an environmental cause where you grew into this behavior as a result of past experiences with others, for example, through childhood abuse? Or it might be a chemistry issue. It's possible you have a genetic make-up that predisposes you to a compulsive behavior."
Franck: "Let's cut the crap Doc. I see nothing unhealthy about wanting to fuck everything in a skirt. Well maybe STD, but that aside, I'm all for screwing women all day and all night."
Gladstone: "Let me be honest with you, If you don't have a problem, per se, why are you here? If it a case of you're not having sufficient confidence in me I can refer you to another competent psychologist."
Franck: "I feel fine about talkin' to you. The tape should confirm that, but I hear you saying the tape ain't the truth and it sure as shit is!"
Gladstone: "I do believe you, John. I truly do."
John: Thank you Doctor Gladstone. It's nice to be believed." He calmed down and was still willing to work with the doctor.
"For starters, I was not abused at all as a child. I had the greatest, most straight laced, hard working, and loving parents. I grew up in a nice home and was well loved. I am the youngest of 3 boys. I lost my virginity at 18, but was playing around long before then. I am addicted to porn. As soon as my wife and I are finished with sex, I hop in the shower and masturbate again. Every time I see a female, I don't care if it's on TV, at work, on the street, or in church; in short anywhere and everywhere. My mind is constantly on sex.
Franck rose from his chair, causing Dr. Gladstone to blanch, but he took two steps toward the door before turning. Send me the bill Doc. I won't be back. If I'm gonna resolve this problem I'll do it on my own. "
"John," Dr. Gladstone said and raised a hand in the air, only to drop it back down on the desk, knowing all to well she has failed her patient.
"See ya around Doc," Franck said as he opened the door and headed home.
*****
After stopping by his McDonald franchise and ensuring things were going smoothly, John went home. He inserted a fresh tape, having convinced himself that he would complete his sexual history at least for his own personal satisfaction, but hoping that he would be able to mend things with Doctor Gladstone, and perhaps even get into her pants eventually. He knew the tape had excited her and felt that in time he would seduce her.
On arriving home, John set up the tape recorder and began again with what remained on the tape he had taken back from Doctor Gladstone.
"As our married life settled into a routine, I got Argie pregnant again, and I had just managed to get the McDonald franchise. She was back and forth from her mother's and I started catting around again.
The first, Maggie, was actually only a friend. One night she wound up sleeping in my bed while Argie was at her mother's. I can't recall exactly how it came about, but guess it had to do with drinking too much beer.
Anyway, we were both fully clothed. We had no intention of having sex at all. In fact, we were sleeping in reversed positions -- my feet at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly, around four in the morning, Maggie started rubbing my cock. Oh, I was awake for this, fully awake. She took it out of my pants and began to masturbate me. I was surprised, and of course let things progress without interruption.
After about a minutes of gentle jerks and squeezing Maggie released my dick long enough to pull her own pants off; exposing her lovely white ass too my view. And yes, by then Maggie knew I was awake.
She turned her back to me and began rubbing her ass against my cock. With her first low moan of satisfaction, I held her ass and guided my cock into her warm, wet pussy. After only a few minutes of movement, I pulled out and came all over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my sperm into her ass cheeks and over her asshole. I put my sticky penis back into my pants, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, Maggie was gone. For the next week we acted as if nothing had happened. Then on a Saturday night, I visited her place. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. No bra. Her roommate, a girl named, Lisa, I think, I'm not positive about that, was wearing a bathrobe.
We sat around talking for a while until Maggie and I noticed that Lisa's bathrobe was open. We could see her large, pale breasts swinging freely as she talked and gestured. Naturally, this turned me on and it aroused Maggie too, because when Lisa got up and left the room to take a shower, Maggie turned to me and said, "Would you like to fuck?"
I nodded, and yanked my shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and got in the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy ? and found it sopping wet. I entered her with no problem. She moaned as we began. After a few strokes I remembered I wasn't wearing a rubber, and asked her if it was all right for me to come inside of her, or did she want to get some protection.
"Keep screwin', I'm on the pill, baby," she replied.
We finished before her roommate got back, and were seated on the beat-up couch acting as if nothing had happened when Lisa walked out of the shower, humming a Beatles tune.
It was the last time Maggie and I fucked, but we remained very good friends, in fact, we still are close.
*********
John shut the tape off and sporting a formidable erection went to the window to peek on his neighbor, Mrs. Witkowski, who was watering her flowers.
John had been watching his neighbor off and on since she and her husband had moved in three months before. Although they had met socially, John had not had an opportunity to get Mrs. Witkowski alone. In fact, he didn't know her first name.
What he did know was that she was a good looking blonde with a small chest, but killer legs and a world class ass. In was her ass that caught and held his attention as he watched her from his den window.
Taking two ice cold beers from the refrigerator, he sauntered outside and pretended to discover her as he turned the corner of his house to where she happened to be working in her side yard.
"Oh, hi," he called out, causing her to straighten up, and in the process, exposed her small breasts to his eyes.
"Hi," she replied, flushing on realizing that he had seen her breasts, or most of them. She decided to pretend he hadn't, and followed with, "I know it's hotter than Hades, but I just can't put off pruning these plants any longer if I don't want a jungle out here."
"I understand," John said and held out a cold can of beer to her. "Have a brew, nice and cold. It will help with the pruning."
"Why thank you," his neighbor said, accepting the beer.
John opened his with a soft pop and a second later she did the same.
"I'm John Franck," he said and smiled at her with both his mouth and eyes.
"She was taken with him, liking particularly his easy laid back manner.
"I know. We met briefly just after we moved in." Then she realized he had forgotten her name and so she promptly supplied it.
"Jill, Jill Witkowski," she said and offered him her free hand which John promptly accepted, shook once and then let go.
He found himself captivated by the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her.
That opportunity came about ten minutes later, when she invited him in for a second beer. It wasn't the invitation to come in, but the sultry look she gave him that found him caressing the small of her back as they entered her side door to the kitchen.
"Kind of free with the hands, aren't you, John?"
He might have backed off then and not continued trying to get her into bed, but he caught her glancing down at his erection for just a split second and knew she was open to a sexual invitation.
"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," he told her as his hand dropped lower, to the curve of her ass. She arched her eyebrow, but left his hand there, opened the refrigerator and removed two beers, handing him one.
Looking him in the eye, Jill said, "You're anxious huh?"
He opened his beer and handed it to her, accepting hers in return. He took his time opening his beer and then met her eye and answered her.
"What I'm anxious about is . . ." he paused and took a long drink from his beer.
"Aaah," he said, then wiped his mouth of with his arm. "I feel there should be more of me. What I mean is . . . I'm half crazy deciding what to do first with you. I want to eat you, fuck you and have you blow me all at the same time. But we both know that's impossible."
"Impossible," she replied with a faint smile.
"So you see what's making me anxious," he said with a big grin.
"I think I prefer one John at a time," she said, then laughed at her pun. "If there were several of you making love to me each one would only get a share of the fun. But if we take things one step at a time, then maybe Johnny can have his cake and eat it too."
Jill moved across the room and turned on the stereo, and waved a hand at him. "Give me a minute, I'll be right back. Oh, and by the way Jeff won't be barging in on us. We have hours and hours to ourselves . . . that is unless your wife will be interrupting us?"
He glanced at his wristwatch. "We have about an hour and a half on that end,' he said.
"Good, then I'll be right back."
A minute or so later, Jill peeked out at him from the bedroom. "In here, sailor,' she said, beckoning him to her with a bright red fingernail.
He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her hard nipples as they stabbed him in the chest. His hands explored her from her shoulders to the curve of her ass before he pulled her tightly against him.
His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile force against her flesh. Their lips met, mouths opened and their tongues slithered together.
Low, urgent moans crept into their kisses. Jill nipped gently at tongue and then his lip excitedly. His hand went between her legs and parted them. She hissed excitedly, knowing the answer before asking the question. "Is it a big one?"
"Big enough," he responded.
"Goody!" She said and breathed thickly into his neck before clawing at his chest with her fingernails.
"Try not to leave any marks," he warned her. "I'll do the same for you."
"Oh, yeah, right," she replied and then licked his left nipple until it hardened. Then she bit it until her yelped in pain. "Do me like that," she pleaded as they eased onto the bed.
"If you like," Franck told Jill as he stretched her out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He began her seduction by kissing the undersides of each breast until the nipples pebbled and then he alternated, nibbling around her small, but firm mounds until she moaned with pleasure and then he swooped down and took the right nipple between his teeth and bit hard.
"Aaah!" Jill gasped in surprise.
A second later, he split her lower folds apart with his fingers and caressed her inner and outer folds until she moaned once more. As the sound reached his ears, he switched nipples and bit the other, harder this time, but not hard enough to draw blood or worse. Jill arched her back as the bolts of pleasure/pain surged from her nipple to her cunt; and screamed with the intensity of a new pleasure as he sent a finger into her. A minute later he was frigging her with two fingers and had Jill shaking and whimpering as her orgasm neared.
"Coming already?" He asked.
"I think . . . ."
He returned to suck on her bruised and puffy nipples, milking them, pinching them, mauling them. And she loved every second of it and told him so.
"You're a fine bitch," he told her in return, then licked and kissed his way down across her belly and into the golden floss of her cunt hair.
"Oh, Christ!" Jill moaned as his tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick folds of her labia, massaging them and tantalizing her.
"Enjoying yourself?" He inquired.
"YES! she hissed.
Almost as a reward for answering, he allowed the tip of his tongue a light contact with the peeping tip of her emerging clit, and she cried out in a desperately eager voice, "Oh, Christ, yeah! Give it a few licks, please, please, please!"
John seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward. Jill squealed happily and came.
But he wasn't going to let her go that easily. He mouthed the little bud closer to its base; milked it as he had her nipples earlier. And when Jill spasmed with another orgasm, he slid his tongue over its delicate mantle time and time again, using an inconsistent rhythm that kept Jill off balance for the duration of her climax.
And when he thought that she had finished, he attacked it once again until Jill was moaning loudly as the thrill itself became unbearable and she had to beg him to bring his actions to a halt.
Knowing women as well as he did, John did nothing of the sort, but halted for a count of five, giving Jill a chance to think she could relax. Then he caught her unaware with a suck on her clit that seemed to double it in size. Jill groaned and lost complete control. It was as if he had punched her in the stomach with his fist. Her asshole nibbled at the sheets as she clenched her ass in pure reflex to the incredible sensations he had brought upon her. She came again, harder than she'd ever come before, and collapsed thinking, 'My God, he hasn't fucked me yet.'
He kept sucking at her cunt as her entire body shook. He felt her inner labia vibrate against his chin; and he heard a faint gurgling as her juices squished from her convulsing cunt into the sucking vortex created by his vacuuming mouth.
Then when Jill renewed her pleading for him to cease his cunt sucking, he relented and came to a halt.
Jill lay still, moaning softly and gasping for breath as the tingling continued to bombard her nervous system. Finally, after several minutes she opened her eyes and whispered,
"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?"
John laughed.
"They'd have had to carry me away in a casket!"
"So it was good for you, huh?"
"Yeah, average, I'd say."
They both laughed at her comment.
"Are you ready for the next stage?" He asked quietly.
"Where the hell are you taking me next? I've already been to the moon and back."
He laughed and caressed her breasts, they were small in size but just right for fondling and her nipples stood tall and ready for his mouth and tongue.
"Seriously John, I know you haven't gotten off, but I'm so . . . tender down there I don't think I could take your big dick right now. How 'bout I blow you? I give good head and we can have a royal fuck tomorrow."
"Well," he said, drawing the word out. "All right, you're gonna lick my balls a little?"
"Of course, and I'll kiss and lick your shaft, suck the head and take most, but not all of you into my throat."
"So you don't deep throat, you medium throat, is that it?'
Jill blushed. "I guess . . . sorry. I feel bad after the fantastic job you did on me . . ."
"So let's get it on then," he said and waved his cock in her face while she giggled inanely.
*****
Meanwhile, next door, Argie Franck arrived home an hour early having encountered a no-show for the house she had planned on showing that afternoon. The fact that they had not bothered to call to cancel had peeved her enough to call it a day.
'Oh, well,' she told herself, maybe John and I can get a matinee in, I'm certainly horny enough to drain him dry."
She walked through the rooms leading to her bedroom, disrobing as she went. Her shoes landed ten feet from the front door; her sweater wound up draped over the recliner in the living room and the remainder of her garments lay in a pool on the bedroom floor.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror Argie examined herself. Cupping a breast in her left hand she took in its suppleness, tapped it to determine it firmness and smiled with satisfaction. Then to further excite herself, she brought the breast closer to her mouth and licked her nipple.
"Mmmmm, yummy," she groaned. "Where are you loverman?" She called out to the empty house.
Wandering nude into the kitchen, Argie delved into the refrigerator and took out a container of yogurt and scooped it out with her fingers. Then on finishing the yogurt, she licked her lips and discarded the container and sauntered into the living room. She was about to turn on the TV when the tape caught her eye.
"What the . . . what's he doing with a tape?" She wondered aloud. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned the cassette player on and entered the tape and sat down in the recliner to listen to what she thought was her husbands latest popular singing group.
Argie was stunned to hear her husband's voice. But what he had to say was even more shocking.
"Okay, okay, I'm not sure where to start," Argie heard him say.
"So I'll start with my wife, Argie. Now although Argie just turned forty, she's drop-dead gorgeous, y'know, an absolute stunner. She's about five feet nine with dark brown, shoulder length hair. Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in coils, which I like 'cause it frames her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Ahhh, she thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has a nice tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her tits are full, yet firm enough for her to still be able to dispense with her bra when she wants to."
At this point Argie stopped the tape and got up to make herself a strong drink. She knew this was going to be interesting. After taking two long sips from her vodka Collins, she started the tape again.
"As if her looks and figure weren't enough, Argie also has a wonderful personality. She's always happy and it's no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room she enters. Argie is by nature, caring and considerate and well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to question, but during the twenty-two years we've been married, a number of friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know."
"Now, Doc, to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Argie is very good in bed; and not only in bed either, but also in the den, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the pool, or wherever else we happen to be when the fancy hits us."
Argie stopped the tape again, her mouth agape in surprise. "He's seeing a shrink!"
She finished her drink in one gulp and got up to make another. "So that's why he's not home. He's at the doctor's office right now," she surmised. Not knowing that at that precise moment John Franck had his cock in the neighbor's mouth, and was emptying his stored up semen into her throat.
Argie turned the tape back on and listened as John spoke of how they had tried to have children; she frowned deeply when he spoke of her growing depressed and having lost interest in sex. 'He's full of shit!' she said to herself. 'Here I am, nude, waiting for the son-of- a- bitch to come home so I can jump his bones and he's telling the goddamn world I've lost interest in sex!'
Argie found herself listening with an intense interest as he went on to say: "But I'm wandering off aren't I? This is supposed to be about my sex life so . . . let's see, when did it all begin?"
She found a pad and began taking notes. "Barbara, the little sister of a friend, who was cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 18, who asked him, "Have you ever seen a pussy, Johnny? Have you ever seen your mother's?"
Argie finished her second drink and on placing it down on the end table, realized that she was getting wet sexually. "What the hell?" she said aloud. "I'm getting wet because my husband's a philanderer? What's wrong with me?"
She allowed the tape to continue and listened to him tell of having slept with over a hundred girls --- mostly unprotected.
"That son-of-a-bitch!" she exclaimed, "Unprotected sex with that many women . . . how the hell does he have time to find them all?"
The tape rolled on: "I screwed around while we were going steady, when we were engaged and even on our honeymoon . . ."
Angie lurched from the recliner and went to the kitchen and grabbed a carving knife. "I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch, I will!" she shrieked, and a moment later crumpled into a fetal position and began to cry.
A minute or two later, John opened the front door and was stunned to find Argie lying on the living room floor sobbing.
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