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CDE 29 Walkie Talkie

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c November 1999 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit.

This story may be freely distributed for personal use with

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This story Are Purely

Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To

Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MF, Impreg)

WARNING: THIS story IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ

THIS story IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE

READING A FICTIONAL story OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT wife

GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE men ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED,

PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED,

SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND

OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.



Story: Walkie-Talkie

Author: C.D.E.

CAST:

Eddie-Husband

Ellen-Wife

How would you feel if you just found out that your

wife of ten years had been unfaithful to you in a most

disturbing way? Additionally, I discovered that she's been

cheating on me with my fraternity brothers and other close

friends, before and during our entire engagement and

marriage.

I've been so naive all these years. Incidentally, I

just found out what a creampie is. How disgusting and

gross. Imagine licking up and swallowing the slimy fuck

residue of her and her studs. However, I now have to deal

with the fact that I love the taste of my wife's cunt when

it's that way. Therein lies my dilemma. I also found out

some things else even more troubling than what I've

mentioned so far, but more about that later. First things

first, I have to say I've been conspired against.

To make matters worse, after discussing the situation

with my closet confidante, that is my mother, I was shocked

to discover that she was aware of what I was being

subjected to for almost 10 years. I couldn't believe she'd

been a co-conspirator with my sluttish wife and others on

this matter.

To make matters even worse, my wife's lovers included

most if not many of my closet buddies, several of whom I

went to college with. Several are my fraternity brothers.

It was a chance occurrence that I found out about my

wife's extra-marital activities and past indiscretions.

You see our eight-year-old son had this broken walkie-

talkie he wanted me to fix. At the time he brought it to

me he didn't know where the companion unit was. He said it

too had been dropped like the unit I had and the power

button had been broken. He wasn't sure which of his

friend's houses he'd left it at when he was out playing

earlier that Saturday morning.

Of course, he didn't think much about it, but I'd just

put fresh batteries in both units that morning, so I was

very interested in locating the other unit before the

batteries were completely drained. Besides this was a top

of the line set of walkie-talkies for kids. My son wasn't

sensitive to that or the cost of the batteries.

When I got time to work on the unit, I discovered all

it needed was for a broken battery connector to be re-

connected. The power light came on immediately when I did

that.

It was when I turned the volume knob up, that my

troubles started.

I knew the set of walkie-talkies had fairly good range

for the price. Little did I know how effective they were

until I heard the conversation coming through the small

speaker.

"Yeah, I tell you Bobby, if it wasn't for Ellen, I

don't know what I'd do for a quick piece of ass when my old

lady ain't in the mood or on the rag."

"Me too. She's helped me out every since we were back

in college. Of course she was also fucking just about

every body in the frat house too, except Eddie. She made

him wait until their wedding night. She told me he really

was a virgin. She didn't give him any the whole two years

they dated and were engaged in college. All the while she

was fucking almost anybody else who had a hard dick. And

when she couldn't fuck, you know, the time of month thing,

she'd willing suck us off. Talk about naive and believing

whatever Ellen tells him, his middle name should be

gullible."

I immediately recognized the two voices. They were

those of my Buddies and frat brothers, Bobby and Ray.

Loud laughter arose from the unit I was holding as I

was beginning to comprehend what I was eavesdropping on. I

didn't want to believe my ears.

I was also surprised at the clarity of the reception,

since the range was at least a 100 yards to either Ray's or

Bobby's house.

I was hoping that there was another couple named Eddie

and Ellen they were referring too, but as the conversation

rambled on, there was no mistaking it. They were talking

about my wife Ellen, and I.

I was in the door to my garage and had to sit down on

a lawn chair. I was so shocked. The conversation

continued.

"I guess a hot piece like Ellen needs somebody like

Eddie. You know what they say about opposites attracting."

Ray said.

"Yeah, she's fucked around so much that she'd be hard

pressed to find a real man to marry her. So to some extent

Eddie was good for her. Especially since she had him eating

her wet pussy almost from the day they met." Bobby

replied.

"Yeah, she's told me that one a couple of time over

the years." Ray interjected as I heard what sounded like

him taking a swig of beer. It seemed that's about all he

drank.

"He's a great guy and a friend, but I tell you, I

don't know how he hasn't suspected anything after all these

years. You know how she'd go out of town when the guys and

we would go away at the same time hunting or fishing?

Eddie couldn't go because he had to stay with the kids."

"Yeah! That was rich. And all the while, she was with

us guys, including Eddie's boss, draining every bit cum we

had in our balls. Man, she sure can fuck and suck." Ray

replied to Bobby.

"Yeah, she's a super gal and a great piece of ass. She

loves Eddie, but she gets her jollies off cuckolding him,

especially by having him lap her fucked pussy after she's

been out screwing. She tells me he still believes she gets

that way from thinking about him. She tells him that's her

natural sex goo. She says he loves the taste of her that

way. Of course we all know he's not raising any hell with

that puny pecker of his."

"Yeah Bobby, I don't know where his head is at other

than on her pussy, but in a way we're doing them both a

favor by fucking her. Otherwise, she'd be a gutter slut

instead of a respected housewife who's taking care of us

guys when we need a strange piece now and then."

"And when our wives can't or won't come across."

Bobby added.

I was too stunned at all I was hearing, especially

that my boss was also screwing my wife too. All I could do

was listen. It was a good thing that I was the only one

home, well not totally. Our six-month-old daughter was

asleep and I had the baby monitor remote with me in the

workshop, so I could listen to her if she should awake.

My wife was at the mall. Our four year old son was at

a birthday party, and as I mentioned earlier, our eight

year old was somewhere in the neighborhood.

It was Saturday afternoon and I continued to listen at

my two "close friends" talk about my "respected" slut wife.

They continued to talk about lusty events of the pasts

where I'd played the part of the gullible fool. That was a

recurring theme in their conversation.

As I listened, I deduced that my son had left the

other walkie-talkie somewhere in Ray's garage. Besides the

power switch being on, apparently the transmit switch was

in a stuck position also.

The conversation turned to other topics, but there

were still interspersed comments about my wife and I.

I was sure I'd heard everything worth hearing and was

ready to turn the unit off. I was having a hard time

thinking about what I should do. After all, we were

talking about ten years of being kept in the dark and

playing the part of the fool big time.

My mind was reeling with all sorts of thoughts.

Ellen had been the dream that I never thought could be

mine. I truly had deep love for this woman. I recalled

how we'd talked about how small my prick was and her saying

to me that size didn't matter. She repeatedly jerked me

off countless times over the two years we dated prior to

marrying. A few times she had me do it for her as she

watched. Sex for us then, at least my earlier perception

anyway, was me lapping her always juicy and delectable cunt

and me being jerked off. She refused to let me put it in

until our wedding night.

She'd revealed she wasn't a virgin due to some sexual

experimentation in high school. She was fearful of getting

pregnant, hence my sucking her and my masturbation. She

also was resistant to giving me head and also wanted to

hold off on that until our wedding night. For some reason,

which I was too blind to see at the time, it was okay for

me to give her head, but not the other way around. For

some reason, it made sense to me because I never pressed

the matter since such a stunning brunette like her had

condescended to even pay attention to a guy like me, let

along agree to be my college steady and fiancee.

I was about to turn the walkie-talkie off when I heard

Ray and Bobby leave the garage to go in the house for more

beer. I was pretty sure that my eavesdropping was over.

In retrospect I should have, because when they did

return, the topic this time was news that cut through me

even more than what I'd heard earlier.

CHAPTER 2 OUR KIDS

"You know Bobby, you think Eddie even has a clue that

you're the real daddy of his oldest son?"

"Probably no more than he knows that Dexter Jackson is

the real father of his second son and his baby daughter.

Ha! Ha!"

I had gotten up earlier, but had to sit back down.

Actually, I felt my knees giving away as I heard the new

even more damming revelations being emitted from the tiny

speaker in my hand.

As my two close buddies chatted about how even more

gullible and stupid I was, tears swelled in my eyes at the

latest news I was receiving about "my" kids.

"It's a good thing for you his oldest boy looked more

like Ellen than you."

"Yeah, you're right about that. You know I left town

for a while when I realized that Ellen had planned to have

the baby, even though she was fairly certain she knew it

was mine."

"Yeah, I remember. You weren't married then." Ray

said.

"Ellen was turned on the whole time she was pregnant

knowing that she was carrying my kid and had Eddie thinking

it was his. She said she had something up her sleeve in

case he thought it wasn't his, but she never revealed to me

what it was. But I think it had something to do with Dr.

Watson, since her mother-in-law told him about the doctor

as well as knew she was screwing around on Eddie."

"Oh yeah! Remember him? He was the guy on the news.

He was accused of brainwashing people through hypnosis and

drugs." Ray exclaimed.

"OH! She must've had poor Eddie visit the good doctor

so he'd not know the difference. Now it's all clear. His

own mom had to be in on it too."

"It sure looks that way. I'm telling you some guys

really get it done to them don't they." Ray said before

apparently taking a big loud swig of beer.

"Yep, they do." Bobby replied.

I sat and stewed. My mind was in overdrive as I

thought about our visits to the infamous Dr. Watson.

Ellen had insisted we visit the marriage counselor

since she thought we were having some small marital

problems even before our first baby was born. "We need to

do this to nip any hint of a problem in the bud" were her

words.

I thought it was just a phase she was going through,

since pregnancy does cause chemical changes in some women,

which affects their behavior. However, both our mothers

agreed with her, so I went along her program.

I went along with her idea of us seeing Dr. Watson who

was a marriage counselor and psychiatrist. Now I see there

were conspiratorial forces at work, which I could never

have imagined.

As I was thinking of the three sessions with Dr.

Watson, I do recall that he spent more time with me than

with the two of us. I also recalled taking some relaxation

techniques training but not a whole lot more.

As I was thinking about my sessions with Dr. Watson,

Bobby and Ray were now talking about Dexter Jackson.

Dexter was a lady-killer from way back in college. I

had sensed my wife adored him, but always talked about him

as being nothing more than a dog. Now I find out she

adored him more than I realized and that her words of

condemnation were meant to throw me off

Dexter now lived in another city and had grown a beard

some time ago. I heard Bobby say that the reason he did so

was because Ellen had told him she'd planned on having his

baby - our second son. The idea that the beard would

somehow keep people from seeing "our" son as resembling

him. Dexter also got another job and left town before our

second child was born. I knew he came to town

occasionally. Apparently, he got my wife again a little

over 15 months ago, since that's when our baby daughter,

Charlene, was conceived.

Ellen, who was off the pill at the time, attributed

our newest bundle of joy to a defective prophylactic I

wore. You see, she told me the doctor had taken her off

the pill during this period to run some tests. Now it

appears, it was to have Dexter inseminate her, while

keeping me safely from interfering with her or their plans.

Hence, I was relegated to wearing rubbers. As I listened

later, and if I can believe Ray and Bobby, it was more my

wife's idea than Dexter that she get knocked up by him.

CHAPTER 3 MORE HOT ACTION

I was sure that I couldn't hear more news more damming

than I'd already heard, but I did.

"Look! There she is!"

"Hell! Wave her over!" I heard Ray reply to Bobby's

exclamation.

I heard the sound of a car engine. Their voices

dropped off and I next heard them walking away. I wondered

whom they were talking about. At this point, I was sure

that my eavesdropping was over and the two were at the curb

talking to someone. I was about to turn the unit off when

I heard a voice that was all too familiar.

"You guys are too much. You can't be serious about me

doing you here. Where are Patty and the kids Ray?"

The voice was that of my wife Ellen. My ears perked

up.

"She's at the salon and won't be home for at least two

hours and the kids are over at their aunts. I have to pick

them up in two hours. Hell! We got plenty time for a

couple of quick blow jobs."

"Oh alright. I guess I can't refuse the guy that

knocked me up the first time or an old friend that's been

fucking me for years."

My wife's words went right through me like a

thunderbolt. She'd confirmed what I'd heard earlier.

A couple of loads of hot jism would hit the spot." My

wife even sounded gleeful.

I heard the garage door coming down. Next I heard the

unmistakable sound of zippers being unzipped.

"I think my heart skipped not one, but two beats at

her reply and her cavalier tone.

"Hmmmm! Both your big cocks look yummy. Just what a

girl needs after a busy day shopping, two large tube

steaks, very rare and served with plenty of creamy cum

gravy." Ellen said so sensuously, that the eroticism of it

stunned me.

As the sounds from the scene unfolded, the best I

could tell was that both Bobby and Ray had their open

crotches before my kneeling wife and she was alternately

licking and lapping their rigid organs.

My wife's praise for their "real manly" organs

embarrassed me. I knew both men were well hung compared to

me. I shuddered at her laudatory comments.

"OH Shit! That feels good!" I heard Bobby shout.

"You always say that when I lick your balls." Ellen

replied to in a cooing voice.

I couldn't believe my ears. Sure, she sucked me off a

few times, unenthusiastically I might add, but she never

licked my balls.

"SLURP!... SLURP!... SLURP!... SLURP!" The loud sound

of her oral actions sounded so cheap, so tawdry, and so

sluttish. It was then that I noticed that I had an

erection.

I closed our garage door and locked the other doors so

I wouldn't be disturbed as I took my smaller member out and

stroked it to the heated conversations coming in on the

walkie-talkie. Little did I know it would heat up even

more.

CHAPTER 4 EVEN MORE HOT ACTION: DEXTER ARRIVES

The sound of their actions were still detectable even

though I couldn't hear them as loudly as before. I wasn't

sure they'd moved away from the proximity of the walkie-

talkie or what I feared most, was that the batteries were

giving out in the unit on there end.

After about ten minutes or so I heard their voices

more clearly.

"Well that was fun, but I have to get on home." It

was my wife talking as her voice apparently came again into

range of the walkie-talkie on their end.

"Thanks babe, you were just what I needed." I heard

Ray say.

I heard both men saying good-bye and the sound of my

wife apparently walking away. I was about to shut the unit

off when I heard her almost cry out a gleeful scream.

"It's him! It's Dexter!"

I heard what appeared to be a car rolling into the

drive way and a mixture of voices. But it was soon very

clear what had occurred. Lady-killer Dexter Johnson had

made an appearance.

I heard a mass of footsteps moving back toward the

interior of the garage amid confused sounds of the group's

voices. Here and there in the confused conversation, I was

able to pick up a bit here and a bit there. However, the

bottom line was that my wife wanted some privacy with

Dexter. Bobby and Ray were to be the lookouts for them.

I felt rage. I felt sick. I had a range of emotions

running through me as I eavesdropped on my wife and her

current baby maker lover. At last I could begin to hear

them clearly as they were talking.

"Dex darling, ...SMOOCH!... it's so good ...SMOOCH!...

to see you...SMOOCH!..."

"Me to...SMOOCH!... baby...SMOOCH!...How's

Eddie...SMOOCH!... and the ...SMOOCH!...kids?

...SMOOCH!..."

The sounds of their loud sloppy kisses was sickening,

but yet causing my prick to get harder. Finally they

slowed their kissing down to talk. As a result, I could

hear them clearer.

"Eddie is doing fine as is Charles and Charlene. Oh

it's good to see you Dex honey."

"Is the treatment still working on poor Eddie? Has he

figured out why you named the kids the way you did?"

"Easy Dex darling, lets take one thing at a time.

I've told you before. There's nothing to worry about. The

treatment is working fine. He doesn't see that any of the

kids don't look anything like him. Dr. Watson told me that

it was permanent until someone mentioned the magic word to

him. And only he and I know it. I suspect he's even

forgot it by now. You know with all the trouble he's been

in lately."

"Good! I'm glad of that. I like Eddie too and I feel

guilty about my part in all this. I didn't think you were

serious about letting me knock you up either time."

"Well now you know. Since you won't come around to

see me more, I had to have my own souvenirs around to

remind me of you."

I heard my wife giggle a bit at her own words before

continuing her explanation to her lover. It made me feel

relieved that Dexter, also a frat brother did have some

remorse. I listened intently as my wife continued talking.

"Both of the kids are beautiful and look just like

you. As far as Eddie knowing I named them both after your

middle name, I don't think he has a clue. I told him what

I wanted to name them and he went along. Part of his name

was used for their middle names, and of course they have

his last name since they're legally his."

"You sure you love him? The way you do him, I'm not

sure I'd want you telling me you love me."

"Dex honey we've been through this all before. I have

a different and very special love for Eddie. I really do

love him, but it's such a turn on for me to cheat on him.

No, it wouldn't be the same being married to you or the

other guys. Besides the hyno suggestions to make him see

his facial features on the kids or their pictures, he's a

meek mild mannered straight arrow kind of guy and he has a

small prick. I can almost manipulate him whenever I want

to. I don't know what it is, but he's just the kind of

husband I need, a husband that I can get to have my way

with. It wouldn't be the same with a real man like you or

the other guys. Y'all wouldn't put up with me even if I

weren't cheating. Eddie does, because he loves me deeply.

I need to know a man feels that way. And I especially like

him eating other men's scum form my snatch. Speaking of

that, why don't you put a deposit in my pussy bank. You

know I'll open it for you anytime."

"Here? I don't know if Ray will go for that. Why

don't we get together later tonight?"

"Sure, we can do that too, but I'm in the mood to be

fucked now too. Ray won't mind. We can get a quickie

right here."

Again, I could believe my ears as I heard the sound of

a zipper, which was obviously Dexter's. I faintly heard

the couple in heat arranging things and positioning a table

as they talked about the best way to screw under the

circumstances.

I heard Dexter call out to Bobby who was apparently

near by.

"Look Bob, keep a sharp eye, the lady here is in need

of some quick plumbing work, you know, she needs some pipe

laid."

I heard Bobby chuckle and encouraged him on but not

before getting a commitment from my wife for sloppy

seconds.

I almost dropped the walkie-talkies upon hearing the

conversation as she quickly agree to his request.

"Oh Bobby you know you don't have to ask. Whenever my

legs are open you know you can slide your log in me too.

After all, you two are in an exclusive club. The knock up

Ellen club."

Both men chuckled as I heard Bobby apparently leave my

wife and Dexter alone.

What I head next could only be described as the hot

fervent sounds of a couple in heat, fucking away to solve

their horniness.

"OOOOOOH yes Dexter, give me that big hard meat of

yours. YEEEEEEEESSSSSS! Hump me! Yes! Yes!"

Dexter's moans, sighs and grunts were clearly heard,

even though my wife's expressions were clearly muted by

something. It was obvious my wife was trying to mute her

cries and moans of joy, or maybe Dexter was, since he kept

reminding her to not be so loud.

Using his metaphor, he must've laid pipe to her for a

solid thirty minutes. Some quickie I thought to myself.

Even when I was trying, on a good day, I couldn't do more

than five minutes.

Even though my cock was rock hard and I couldn't help

from stroking it, I came well before he did. The slurping

sounds of his piston motion in her obviously wet fleshy

cunt cylinder, was enough to drive me over the edge as the

distinct sounds of her juicy wet sloppy pussy being worked

on by his rod of hard meat seem to rise above the other

sexual grunts, moans, and sighs the couple made. He

finally came and my wife got her third orgasm from his so-

called quickie pipe job.

I was ashamed that I had jacked off at the sounds of

another better-equipped man fucking my wife. But in a

strange way, I had enjoyed it too. As apparently so had

she. I found it hard to be totally angry with her over her

enjoying another man's better sexual performance.

I next heard the couple saying a bunch of soft sighs

and sweet nothings as they mutually complimented each

other's lusty performance.

I heard my wife promise to try and meet him tonight

for another sexual bout. I thought I heard Dexter chuckle

when she said I'd be home babysitting the kids while she

was with him.

Then I heard Bobby coming in as well as Ray.

"Damn! It's funky in here." I heard Ray shout

"My turn now!" I heard Bobby said.

"I'm ready. Come on in Bobby Baby. The water is

fine." I heard my wife say in a sexy sensuous voice.

The session that she and Bobby put on took up where

she and Dexter left off. I couldn't believe she and he

went another twenty minutes before he grunted and shot his

load in her. I couldn't help but feel totally inadequate

after both men's demonstrated such obvious sexual

superiority over me. And to make things worse, these were

just quickie shagging in less than satisfactory

surroundings. I could only mentally compliment these

sexually superior men.

Ellen, obviously enjoying her Saturday afternoon

impromptu fucking party, sighed loudly as she uncoupled

from Bobby with a "Swishing PLOP" as their genitals

separated. Both laughed at it happened. Again, they

mutually praised each other's screwing efforts.

A few moments later I heard my wife ask Ray if he

wanted some of her. It was hard believing she was such a

fucking machine. She had to be possessed, was my mental

opinion. It was hard to believe this was the sweet girl

I'd been married to all these years.

Ray passed at her offer since he said he had to take

care of Patty, his wife, that night. "I gotta save some

for home base you know." Was his reply.

I don't know what happened to Dexter while Bobby was

working on my wife's party pussy, but I now heard Dexter

offering her paper towels to wipe up the stream of fuck

fluids streaming out of her well-fucked muff.

"That's good. I don't want to get it all out. I want

to share some of this good loving y'all gave with my

husband. Hand me my purse. I have a pussy plug I carry

around expressly for such occasions as this. You know, to

seal in the juices for him."

Dexter, Bobby and Ray apparently were all looking at

my wife as she sealed her adulterous snatch with the

residual spent semen from two of her favorite studs.

"I just can't see how poor Eddie doesn't know what

he's sucking up. It sure looks nasty to me." I heard

Dexter say.

"Me neither, I couldn't put my mouth on your wet

messy bush even if I slopped it up myself." I heard Ray

join in.

"Here, fasten the back of my blouse. Guys, Eddie does

his best work on my pussy when it's creamed up. You guys

feed me cream and I feed it to Eddie. He likes my creampie

and I love feeding it to him. mother nature made us all

with some little quirks. His is doing that. So don't

spend time trying to figure either of us out. Just keep on

helping us both just the way y'all have before."

My wife's casual and cavalier explanation seemed so

cold.

"I guess I'm just a slut at heart, but I really do

love Eddie. It may be hard for you three to see that.

Even though I do things like play around with you and the

other guys and have a baby or two... or well, three from

other men doesn't mean I don't love him or care deeply for

him. It's just that I get a thrill out of cuckolding him

because he's so gullible and a straight arrow kind of

guy... and I guess because he's not as endowed as I like my

men, that also adds to me doing what I do too."

All three men indicated they didn't fully understand

her view, but that they did enjoy spending time with her

like they were doing.

I was afraid to admit it to myself, but I could

identify with some of what she was talking about. I'd read

somewhere that some women delight in cuckolding men that

are less than the ideal of the men they really enjoy

sexing. However, to the men that sex them, they realize

that those men would never think as highly of them as their

cuckolded husbands. And it is this paradox of a faithful

loving husband that gives the woman the thrill of

humiliating and cuckolding him, usually without his

knowledge.

I knew my wife was headed home with her wet, gloppy,

well-fucked cunt. I really wondered if she was going to

offer me her creamy fuck hairpie. I wondered could I go

along with this charade now that I knew the truth? I

still deeply loved her even though I had to admit she'd

done me terribly wrong. Not the least of which is bringing

me jism to eat from the two men who sired our children.

CHAPTER 5 DRIVE TO MOTHER'S HOUSE

As I drove over to my mother's house I mentally

recounted all that occurred after Ellen arrived home.

She came out of the car all aglow and eagerly hugged

and French kiss me. Her kiss had the flavor of staleness

mixed with peppermint. Apparently the mint was used to

mask all the kissing and cock sucking she'd been doing.

I was in a mixed state of anger, apprehension and

simply confused.

However, the moment she put her arms around me, I

melted in her arms and held her tightly.

She told me she loved me and I expressed the same to

her.

"Honey, I had this rush of love come over me while I

was driving home. My pussy got all gooey and wet just

thinking of how much you mean to me. Please honey, c'mon

in and take my love goo. Show me you love taking it as

much as I want to give it to you."

As a moth is drawn to a flame, I meekly followed my

beautiful, but sluttish wife to our bedroom where she

peeled off her panties and laid back on the edge of the bed

offering me a very exposed view of her messy bushy snatch.

She'd always in the past explained the raw messy

appearance as just the natural thing that happens when she

gets these "rushes" of love for me.

I never gave it any thought before, after all, I was

a virgin until I met and married her. I didn't' know any

better.

"C'mon to mama's pussy. It's hot and waiting for you.

You caused me to be this way. So just c'mon and show me you

love me. C'mon honey I'm so hot for your love. I need

your tongue. Please don't make me wait."

My wife's cooing and sexy talk made me desire her as

much as ever, in spite of all I knew. It was almost as if

she could do no wrong as I was drawn to her messy crotch

that had a gamy musk like fragrance, which I now know was

due to her being heavily fucked.

The all to familiar pussy plug was very visible. I

knew what to do with it. I'd unsealed her pussy many times

in the past to drink the love nectar it held for me. As is

a habit that's hard to break, this time was no different.

I gently pulled the device out of the way and almost

immediately, the viscous milky colored slimy fluid began to

seep out of her hairy love crack.

As my tongue began its journey lapping along the

entrance to her steamy twat, the taste was as good as ever.

As I felt her pull my head tightly to her and caused my

tongue to go further into her gaping wet slick gooey gash,

the thought that I was now exactly where two big hard

dicks, several times the size of mine, had recently been,

had the reversed effect I assumed it would have. My little

cock got hard. This was unusual since I'd just jerked off

so recently.

Soon Ellen was gyrating and heaving and bucking her

crotch up against my face as she held me tightly. This

went on for at least ten minutes. She enjoyed these

sucking sessions, but she was really enjoying it this time.

Again, even in view of all I now knew, it still pleased me

to give her the pleasure I was giving her. Pleasure that

her studs couldn't. I consumed a good bit of her slimy

gluey viscous fuck goo, while she got off twice. She then

wanted me to change positions.

Laying face up on the bed, she straddled my face with

her delectable but nasty snatch. Before she sealed off the

light by plopping her crotch over my face, I saw the most

delightful and dreamy smile on her face.

Knowing I was pleasing her so well made me do the best

suck job I'd ever done on her sweet pussy meat.

Her orgasm now seem to reach down in the depths of her

wet steamy bush and push out the most thickest dregs of the

two men who had made deep and large deposits in her pussy

bank vault. I of course swallowed all the fuck juices that

slid out. In no time they were sliding down my throat.

Afterwards, she fell over and went to sleep.

"Eddie, honey, I'm too tired to give you some now.

You were magnificent and you tired me out so. Let me sleep

a bit and I'll give you some later." she managed to say

before she dozed off.

I brought myself back to what I was doing. I could see

mother's house on the horizon. I couldn't get there fast

enough. I waited until Ellen had awakened from her nap

before I left for mom's place.

True to her word, she quickly offered me her pussy for

more conventional sex.

As is somewhat standard in our lovemaking, I have to

finish my wife with my tongue because I don't just have the

stamina to do so with my prick. This time when I had

intercourse with her, she let me know that it wasn't

necessary, after I came after being in her less than five

minutes. It was good to enjoy her in this manner, even if

her cunt was rather loose and somewhat less than

responsive. After all I surmised, she had truly been had

by better-endowed men.



CHAPTER 6 TALK WITH mother


"You did the right thing son. Even though you

overheard how it was cooked, you did the right thing to

play dumb and eat the warm cummy hairpie she brought you.

After all, to do otherwise would've raised suspicion. I

knew you weren't a dummy."

"I-I was also horny from listening to all w-what was

going on to, s-so I figured it was best for me to do w-what

I did so she wouldn't be the wiser to what I-I'd

discovered... when I'd ask her for some."

"Well do you feel batter after eating her out and

feasting on her sloppy seconds?" mother grinned a very

broad smile as she looked at me.

"M-Mother t-this is hard enough w-without you joking

about this. A-And yes it d-did make me feel better, b-but

I-I'm still upset about all this. I-I still love her even

though..."

"Say no more son. I fully understand. Go to the

bathroom and thrown some cold water on your face. I don't

want to see you crying."

I did as mother suggested. The cold water helped me

compose myself. We resumed our discussion. After a few

minutes, mother had me on the defensive.

"What have you to gain by revealing everything you now

know?"

"Er, well..."

"You have nothing to gain. You only lose. You lose

Ellen, the kids, your friends, and where would you get

another decent job like you have now. You also know now

she's screwed your boss several times too. If you take him

on and that comes out in the divorce proceeding, do you

think he's going to keep you around or be a good reference

when you're looking for another job?"

I had to admit mom was correct about her assessment.

"Doing nothing is the best thing son. Play along as

if you know nothing. Your wife is content in her marriage

and so were you until this incident. I knew you loved her

dearly and was very proud of having such a beautiful woman

as your wife and the mother of your, er... well, y'all's

children."

Mother exhibited a slight smug smile at her reference

to the kids as she corrected herself. Once again, I had

been dumped on so much and suffered so much mentally, her

action didn't bother me.

"I-I see y-your point... a-and I suspect your right.

I-I would be the loser. You know mom, I thought I was

really going to be on top of things when Ellen and I got

married, but it seems that life just won't her nerdy type

have it our way without some price to pay."

"Don't be despondent dear, you have a lot going for

you. Healthy kids, a loving, even though she is

promiscuous, wife that does love you. You know that for

sure, even though she does slut around and feeds you her

other men's spent sperm and has had a baby or three from

them."

I didn't say anything at mom's comment. I was content

to let it pass. Earlier she'd explained her part in the

conspiracy. She claims to have done it for my own good. I

guess I could see her point, since she knew how deeply I

loved Ellen. My mother also knew Dexter Jackson and later

told me how she thought Dexter and Ellen would make good-

looking grandkids. I didn't see any need to delve into

that further, because I suspected that such a simple

statement from no less than my own mother might have

influenced my wife. I've come to realize that indeed some

things may not need to be known.

Mother and I talked a while longer before I went home.

I had to be back home by Seven O'clock so I could baby-sit

the kids while Ellen went out with a girlfriend from out of

town who was passing through. At least that's what she

told me. However, I knew the real reason. I knew she and

Dexter had plans to get together tonight.

As I drove away toward home, mother words stayed with

me.

"Dear son, she loves you, and you love her as well as

the creampies she bring home to you. Be content with your

station in this marriage. This is what's best for you. It

could be worse. You could be without her and her lusty

treats."

As I arrived home, I wondered how my kids really

looked, since I'd been programmed to see my resemblance in

their faces. Would I ever know the secret word to let me

see the truth?

I promised mom I wouldn't ask Ellen to undo my hyno

fix until the kids were grown. Until then, I still play

the part of the happy unsuspecting cuckold.

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