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She didn't understand the big deal. He had to help her.

This could have gone into Loving Wives, but it's more than a simple tale of a mistake, and making things right. Elements could have gone into different categories, such as erotic couplings, fetish, romance, group sex, non-consent, incest, etc. So I've chosen Novels and Novellas as a catch all, rather than label each chapter differently. It's fairly long, seven chapters, and all but the last are complete and edited.

This is another one that's been on the 'finish' pile for a while, and has gone through a few iterations to get where it is today. I hope you enjoy it.

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It was a typical Christmas party, really. Most of the same crowd, about a third from the neighborhood, plus friends and co-workers of Tom and Misty. They always put on a nice spread.

We'd moved into the area within the last year, but my wife Wendy and Misty had been friends for a long while. They had worked together at Wendy's first job, until I stole her away to make her mine. This was the fifth holiday party of theirs we'd attended, every year since our wedding.

I was afraid that Wendy might tie one on. She'd had Jeannie, our first, a little less than 4 months earlier, and this was only the second big party we'd attended since then. The last one had been the Thomas' Halloween Party, but she'd been recovering at that point, exhausted and still carrying an extra 15 pounds. She'd been laying off the alcohol, as well, barely 5 weeks after giving birth, still nervous about the effect of booze while breastfeeding.

Mid-November we'd hosted a party of our own, but the barbecue had only included four other couples, and since it was at our house, among close friends, I hadn't worried about Wendy getting a little toasted for the first time in almost a year. She'd earned it. Plus, a tipsy Wendy always meant great loving later.

Tom had a big house. Hell, there wasn't a small one in the gated community we shared. The party was scattered throughout the place, kitchen, family room, living room, media room, dining room, foyer, porch, garage, backyard. I know because I'd just finished the tour looking for my wife. She'd been feeling no pain an hour ago, although it seemed she hadn't been drinking much. The doctor had assured her that having a few drinks while nursing didn't harm the baby, as long as she wasn't drunk while doing it. After he gave her a chart showing her how long it took the alcohol to leave her body, she was happy. She'd been pumping and storing her milk for a few weeks, so she'd have a clear conscience, and wouldn't have to nurse Jeannie for several feedings after the party.

I knew she wasn't planning on holding back, and I wanted to keep an eye on her. She could be a sloppy drunk, and I wanted to find her before she got too obnoxious or boisterous. The alcohol was flowing, the mistletoe was popular, and the flirting was getting a little out of hand.

On the second pass, I found her sitting in a corner, alone, smiling, watching the activities. It was something we liked to do, as the night went on. Find a nice observation point and watch everyone make fools of themselves. The concerns I'd harbored vanished.

She was sitting in a lounge chair, and I perched on the arm of it, leaning down and putting my arm around her. "Having fun?"

"The best. I had to stop drinking, it was hitting me hard."

I leaned closer to whisper to her, and stopped, stunned. Her breath stank. Of cum.

She was watching me, and I saw her get nervous.

"What the fuck, Wendy?" I snapped.

Her look was confused. "What?"

I pressed my face almost to hers. She grinned and pursed her lips for a kiss.

I breathed deep. Shit. No doubt. "Who's cock have you been sucking?" I whispered harshly.

"W...What?" she responded hesitantly. Her face, an open book to me, displayed her guilt.

I stood and grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her behind me toward the entrance. I heard laughing, and looked back to see whose ass I'd have to kick later. Four guys stood together, and Tom was grinning like the cat who'd got the cream. Or delivered it, in this case. Son-of-a-bitch.

"Stop, John," she whined, resisting. "You're hurting me!"

I ignored her, pushed her through the door, and slammed it behind me.

She stopped, standing with her arms crossed. Determined. "I'm not going anywhere with you like this."

"Fine. Stay. I'll fill out the divorce papers tomorrow," I told her as I stomped off.

I heard the clack of her heels chasing after me. "What are you talking about? What divorce?"

"You want to stay here and keep sucking their cocks, you're welcome. You know how I feel about cheating. Don't return to my house."

She ran up to me and grabbed my arm. "Stop, John! You're scaring me!"

"You should have thought about that before you got on your knees and took some asshole's prick in your mouth!"

"Tom's not an asshole. He's one of your best friends," she whined.

Fuck. Just like that. "No he's not. He's the back-stabbing fucker you cheated on me with, and the next time I see him I'm going to beat the living shit out of him."

She was tugging on my arm as I kept walking. I was angry and twice her size, I barely noticed the drag. "John, I never cheated on you. You know I would never do that."

"How long did you hold his cum in your mouth, you stupid slut?"

She let go of me, staring as I walked around the car.

Wendy had always been a cum slut. She loved it. The feel, the smell, the texture. I didn't have a problem with that because she was my cum slut. She loved to have me come on her, playing with my juices, dipping her finger into it, drawing little designs, sucking her finger saucily. She'd sucked me off hundreds, maybe thousands of times. She loved to sit back with a silly smile on her face, holding it in her mouth, playing with it for an eternity. She never rinsed her mouth afterward.

I'd received more than one call at work, telling me she could still taste me, hours after she'd delivered a morning blow job. Those calls made my day. More than once I'd gone home for lunch to give her another taste.

I loved that look on her face, the satisfied, naughty smile, when my cum was fresh in her mouth. Except when I'd seen it tonight, not even recognizing it at first, until I smelled the evidence on her breath.

I unlocked the door and got in the car.

"I don't have my purse or my coat," she said.

"Go back and get it. I don't care. Get in the car, or go back. Your choice."

She opened the door and dropped into the seat heavily, slamming the door behind her. "Why are you being such an asshole? It was only a blowjob."

"Only a blowjob!" I screamed at her. "Are you really that ignorant! Get out. Just get out." I pushed her harshly.

She struggled, hanging onto the door handle. "I didn't fuck him. I never would. I wouldn't cheat on you. I couldn't."

"Go suck all of them. I really don't care. Be their slut, you cheating bitch."

She was crying softly. "Why do you keep saying you don't care, when you're so angry?"

"I don't care what you do anymore. You destroyed any marriage we had when you threw your wedding vows away." I told her, driving the half-dozen blocks to our home.

"IT WAS ONLY A BLOWJOB!" she shrieked. "You know I sucked dozens of cocks before we were married. That's all it was. A little quickie suck. Kind of a Christmas treat. I didn't cheat. I didn't let them touch me. I never fucked anyone."

"Before we were married," I reminded her. "Nameless nobodies I didn't know about before we were committed to each other. Before your vows to stay faithful to me. Now you're just another cheating slut."

"I didn't cheat! I keep telling you that. Why won't you believe me? I never lie to you. You know that. I'm not lying now."

"How many?" I asked.

"How many what?" she replied nervously.

"You said them. How many cocks did you suck?"

"Tonight?"

"GOD DAMN IT!" I screamed at her, beating my hand against the steering wheel, as I pulled into the driveway. "How many tonight?" I asked, trying to calm down.

"Two," she said softly.

"Tom and...?"

"I'm not going to tell you. You're just going to get mad over something stupid. You're not going to beat up Tom either. He didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you can stay out here, or go back to the party. You're not coming in my house, slut."

"It's my house too!"

"Not since you destroyed our marriage, bitch. You can talk to your lawyer. I'll have a restraining order in the morning." Not likely, I know, but it sounded good.

I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me, unlocking the back entrance. Once again, the noisy clack of her 4 inch fuck-me heels chased after me. The sound irritated me to no end. "Please, John. This is stupid."

I opened the door, and pressed my hand against her chest, preventing her from following. "Oh. I'm stupid now? For wanting my WIFE to be FAITHFUL!"

"Jarrod. The other one was Jarrod, Ok?" she snapped.

"Ok? Did you say Ok? It's supposed to be Ok that you sucked two strange cocks tonight?"

"They're not strange. They're our friends," she argued, standing on the step.

"Friends? You humiliated me! My wife's a cheating slut, with our friends, at the biggest party of the year, and everyone's laughing at me behind my back, hell, to my face. I can never stand to see any of them again. You've destroyed us. Our marriage. Our life. How could you?"

She put her hand on my arm and I shook her off. "They're not laughing at you. They would never do that. They think you're the luckiest guy in the world. They might get a couple of quick sucks, but you get it every day, all you want. I'm yours, not theirs."

"Every day!" I snapped angrily. "When was the last time you sucked me off."

"Yesterday," she answered quickly.

"To finish? You held my cum in your mouth like you did theirs?"

"No, you wanted to fuck."

"Of course I wanted to fuck! I've been doing without for over five months. Of course I want to fuck!" I reminded her. "When was the last time you sucked me off?" I asked again.

"Last week," she said hesitantly.

"Really? I don't remember that. When was it?"

She seemed to be thinking about it. "I...I don't remember."

"Three weeks ago, last Wednesday."

"No! I know we did it since then," she argued.

"Three and a half weeks. You haven't sucked me off since we started having sex again."

She approached closer, reaching for me, and I brushed her hand away again. "I thought all you wanted was my pussy. You seemed so happy."

"I was happy, until I found my wife was sucking off everyone we know, while making me do without. You are such a bitch."

She shook her head. "I...I never denied you. You know I love to suck your cock. It's the best. I swear, I love it. I love you."

"You did deny me. Multiple times. Shall I list the times for you? You were too busy thinking about your new boyfriends, I'm sure."

The tears were running again. Big fake tears. "They're not my boyfriends, and I've never denied you anything. Our love life is the best. Everyone knows that."

I pulled the scotch out of the cabinet, and poured myself a big stiff one. "Right. And just how would everyone know that?"

She blushed. "You know we women talk about stuff. Everyone's jealous. Girls and guys."

"Great. They know I'm a cuckold, and they know everything about our love life. They know I can't satisfy my wife, and she has to get cock from assholes like Tom and Jarrod. Jarrod? Really? Jesus, Wendy, any other little tidbits you'd like to dump on me? Something else you can do to destroy everything we ever had?"

She stomped out of the room. "Fuck you, John! Why are you making such a big God-damned deal out of a lousy blowjob!"

I watched her disappear into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

No way. No fucking way.

I followed her and tried to open the door. It was locked. "You BITCH!" I snarled, and kicked the door hard, splintering the frame.

She was sitting on the bed, eyes wide in fright, staring at me. "You don't fucking lock me out of my room. This is my bedroom. Get your cheating ass out of here and find somewhere else to sleep." I don't think I'd ever been angrier in my life.

"You're drunk, you jerk. You're going to feel sorry about this tomorrow, and I'm not going to forgive you no matter how much you beg." She had her shoes in her hand and did a piss-poor job of throwing them at me. I didn't even have to dodge.

Wendy ran out of the room crying, and I slammed the door behind her. I fell back on the bed, feeling the tears come. How could she do this? Why? What had happened to us?

* * *

I slept restlessly, images of her sucking cock after cock, men lined up waiting their turn, their stinking juices covering her naked torso. I couldn't turn off the pictures in my brain. I suspected I'd never be able to.

I finally got out of the bed, tired and miserable. A quick shower didn't help. I walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen. My former loving wife was sitting there, watching me coldly.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking a sip. I grabbed a piece of plain white bread and ate it, hoping it would settle my stomach. I avoided looking at the slut.

"Are you calm enough to explain yourself yet?" she asked.

"Yes. I've thought about it. I'll have the papers drafted Monday. I'll pay child support for whoever's child it is. There'll be no alimony, we've only been married four years. We'll split everything 50/50..."

"What are you talking about! We're not splitting anything!"

"We'll sell the house. Hopefully we won't lose too much on it. There's not much in the bank..."

"Whoever's child it is! She's your baby, John. You know that."

"I know nothing. Nothing about you. I would never have believed you were a lying cheater, but there you go. Learn something new every day."

"I DIDN'T CHEAT! STOP SAYING THAT!"

"Did you, or did you not suck Tom's cock?" I asked.

"I told you I did, but that was all!"

"Did you, or did you not suck Jarrod's cock?"

"Why do you keep asking? I told you I did, but nothing else. He never touched me."

"Who else? How many others?" I asked, sipping my coffee, trying to act strong, facing her betrayal.

"Why? Why do you want to know? Does it really matter? I swear I didn't cheat on you with any of them."

"I need to know who I can never face again. Whose asses I'm going to kick. Whose lives I'm going to destroy, just like they've destroyed mine."

"Please stop this, John. You're frightening me. Calm down. Nothing's happened. We'll be fine, better than fine. Just calm down."

"Who, Wendy? Who else's cock have you sucked, cum you savored and swallowed like a common street walker?"

"Aaron, alright? Just Aaron. Tom three times, Aaron once, and Jarrod once. That's all. Five stupid blowjobs, and you're getting this worked up over it. Shit. I wish I'd never done it."

"I wish you'd never done it too," I said. "We can get lawyers if you want, or we can do a simple uncontested no-fault divorce like the Pennington's. I won't go for infidelity. I'll want joint custody, if the DNA shows that Jeannie's mine."

"I don't want a divorce!"

"I didn't either," I told her. "We really can't afford to drag this out, your daughter will be the one to suffer. Let's just make this simple Ok? I don't want to fight about this anymore. Obviously we have a problem I didn't know about. I'm sorry about whatever it is I did that drove you to this. I would have prevented it if I could. I loved you, you know."

"Oh, God, John. Stop talking like this. We're not getting divorced. Jeannie's yours and you know it. I've never cheated on you. I wouldn't. I love you, and I know you love me. So stop this nonsense."

"How can you say you didn't cheat on me? You had sex with other men. Multiple men. Multiple times. You'd probably have added a few more last night if I didn't catch you. Stop the lying. Just admit it, and let us move on. I'm not going to use it as the cause of our divorce."

"I didn't have sex with them. I gave them a lousy blowjob. Less than five fucking minutes with any of them. Jesus, how many times do I have to explain it to you, you idiot!"

Could she be that dense? Really?

I walked over and took her by the hand. She leaped out of the chair, her ratty old robe opening, showing me her exquisite body. Which I'd never get to enjoy again. I peeled her arms away from me, grabbed the phone, and walked with her into the living room. "Sit."

She sat down, still clinging to my hand.

I called my mother, and pressed the speaker-phone button. A few rings later someone picked up. "John? Have fun last night?"

"Hey Mom. Is there any chance that you can watch Jeannie a little longer? Wendy and I have some things we have to get done."

"What's wrong? What's going on? Is there some problem?"

Never could pull one over on Mom. "No. Just some stuff we have to work out. Can you watch her 'til this evening? I'll give you a call before we come for her."

"Of course. You know I love my grand-daughter. Every moment with her is precious. Are you sure everything's Ok?"

"Not now Mom. I'll talk to you later."

Wendy was watching me as I hung up and dialed the next number. It rang several times before it picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey Misty. John here. Sorry we had to leave early. Hell of a party."

"What happened? Tom said you marched out of here around midnight without saying a word to anyone. You were practically dragging Wendy with you. Is everything alright?"

"Wendy's here with me now. You're on speaker-phone."

"Why? What's going on?"

"I have a pretty simple question for you. What would you consider cheating in a marriage?"

"John!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Oh my God! You didn't cheat on her did you! Please tell me you didn't," Misty sounded angry.

"No I didn't cheat. I'm trying to make sure we understand each other. Where does flirting and kidding around stop, and cheating begin."

Misty was quiet. "What did she do?"

"Please. Can you help us here? You're her best friend. When is it cheating?"

"God, I don't know. Anything sexual of course. I guess it could be cheating even before you do it, emotionally. When you decide you're going to."

"By sexual, what do you mean? Please be specific."

"John, this is embarrassing. Wouldn't you prefer to talk to Tom?"

"No, I would definitely not prefer to talk to him," I answered her heatedly.

"Oh no," she moaned. "Please tell me that they didn't..."

"Cheating. When is it cheating?"

"I...I guess anything involving breasts, penis and vagina," she said.

"Through clothing? How about the ass?"

"I don't think some light touching is really cheating. A lot of that happens you know. It's not that serious. Rubbing someone's butt during a dance, or a friendly boob squeeze isn't that bad. Not between friends. That's all it was, right?"

"What about screwing? Anal sex, oral sex? Any of that cheating?"

"What kind of crazy question is that? Anything involving touching a naked ass, tit, pussy or cock is obviously cheating. Do you mean like through their underwear? That might not have to be cheating, as long as nobody comes."

"If it was naked skin, and someone did come, that would be cheating?" I asked.

"What the hell is going on, John? Of course coming, no matter how it happens would be cheating."

"Thank you, Misty. I'm sorry we bothered you, and made a bit of a scene last night."

"Please, John. What happened? You can't leave me hanging like this! What's this about? Wendy?"

"Later, I promise. Thanks for your help." I hung up on her, and looked over at my cheating wife.

Wendy didn't look the least remorseful. "That's stupid. Of course she'd say that. Their sex life is shit. She's never blown Tom. What does she know?"
I called six more of her friends, with equal responses from all, except for a few caveats such as it's not cheating if both spouses agree to it, or if they're separated, or if it's forced.

"They're wrong," she continued to argue. "If you can't get a baby from it, it's not cheating."

"So if you let someone fuck you in the ass, that's not cheating?"

She blushed. "I didn't say that."

"That's exactly what you said. You can't get a baby from it. Hell, according to your definition, if you use a rubber or you're on the pill it's not cheating."

She was getting angrier. "You know that's not what I meant!"

"No, I have no idea what you mean. What do you think cheating is?" I asked.

"Sex. A penis and vagina. Penetration. That's cheating."

"Not anal sex?"

She sighed. "I guess I'd consider that cheating. That's wrong."

"But oral sex isn't?"

"Of course not. It's not love. Look, my breasts, my pussy, my ass, they're private. I keep them covered. Nobody sees them but you and my doctor. They're sex organs, I mean the butt isn't really, but it can be used that way. I keep my sex for you, only you. Nobody's allowed close. The mouth isn't. It's there for everyone to see. Eating, talking, breathing..."

"Kissing?"

"Exactly! Kissing isn't cheating. We kiss people all the time. We kiss our parents and our baby. The mouth isn't like the rest."

"How about a man's cock? Isn't that a sex organ?"

She nodded. "Obviously. But unless they come together it's not cheating. Some guy tries to stick his prick in me, he's dead meat."

"So if I were to go over to Misty's right now, take her clothing off and go down on her, that wouldn't be cheating."

"Of course it would! That's her naked pussy, I'd never let anyone but you touch mine. Why would you want to do that anyway, when you've got me? I'll do anything you want."

"Damn you're screwed up. Oral sex with a woman is cheating, with a man it's not?"

"It's not the same. You know it." She sighed. "This should be easy to understand. If I don't think it's cheating, it's not, and you shouldn't think it is either."

Unbelievable.

I grabbed the phone again, dialing, waiting for the answer.

"Wendy?"

"Mom?" Wendy answered, looking at me in fear.

"Hi Carol, John here."

"What's going on? Why are you both on the phone? There's nothing wrong with Jeannie is there?" I could hear the fear in her voice. I was only hoping I could get the right words out of her. The damn woman was a chatterbox. Not all that fond of me, either. I was taking a big chance.

"No, Jeannie's fine. Wendy and I have a simple question I hope you can help us with."

"Whatever I can do, you know that."

"What's cheating in a marriage?"

"Why? What's going on? You didn't cheat on her did you, you bastard!" she shrieked.

"I haven't done anything, Carol. I promise. We're having a problem coming to terms. Please, when is it considered cheating?"

She was slow to answer. "Times have changed, John. Things aren't the way they were when I was growing up. Flirting and teasing is so much more common. When I was young, half the stuff you do would be considered cheating. We didn't have emails and texts. All that online flirting. It's different now."

"So sex is Ok?" I asked.

"What! What have you done?"

"Nothing. I repeat. I have done nothing. I've never cheated, or anything close to it. I only want to make sure we're on the same page."

"Sex is not Ok! Don't even pretend you think it is!" Wendy's mother snapped. "Wendy! You're not going to let him get away with this. You have to draw the line. If you don't, he'll run all over you."

"Mom," Wendy sighed. "It was just a blowjob. No big deal, right?"

"John, you son of a bitch! Wait until Ed hears about this! You get your ass out of that house you lousy cheating bastard! I don't want you ever touching our daughter again, do you hear me? Just a blowjob! Like anyone is going to put up with that shit! I always knew you'd do something like this. Fancy job, all those pretty girls around you all the time. Was it your big tit secretary? Was that who it was Wendy?"

I saw the tears in her eyes, "There was no cheating, Mom. He would never do that to me. We just had to make sure we agreed where to draw the line."

"Don't lie to me, and don't cover for that son-of-a-bitch! You don't deserve this, and don't let him tell you otherwise. I bet he told you it was the pregnancy, didn't he? You get fat and tired, and all they do is think with their little heads." She was getting louder. "Damn you, John! Was it the baby? Is that your excuse? We can't help it if we can't have sex afterward. You have no idea how hard that is on a woman. We have to heal, and I know it doesn't feel right for a long time after, but that's part of being a family and parents. That's a lousy fucking excuse, for sticking your tiny little prick in some slut's mouth!"

I couldn't help but grin. Man, she was worked up. She never cursed. Never. Lord, I was on her shit-list.

"Carol. I've done nothing. I swear. It's something we have to work out on our own."

"Wendy?"

"He's right Mom. He didn't do anything."

The silence hung heavy. "Oh no!" I heard her gasp. "You didn't! Tell me you didn't, baby! It had to be an accident. John, you know she loves you. She would never cheat on you. It must be a misunderstanding. Please, think of the baby. You have to forgive her."

"She'll call you later, Ok? Sorry to bother you, Carol."

"No John, don't hang up. Don't, please! She loves you. We all love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to her. You do love him, don't you, baby?"

Wendy had tears running down her face. "Yes Mom. I love him. I always have. I love him with all my heart."

"See John? See? She loves you. Don't do anything stupid. Nothing you'll regret, Ok? We can work through this. It's all a mistake. One big stupid mistake. I know it is."

I interrupted her. "Carol, stop. She'll call you later. Thanks for helping." I hung up before I'd have to listen to any more of her chattering. If I cheated I was a lousy rotten bastard son-of-a-bitch. Her precious daughter was misunderstood. Of course. How could I miss it?

I thought that would be the end of it. Wendy grabbed the phone out of my hand, and started pressing numbers angrily. A few seconds later the other end picked up.

"Hey girl, how'd the party go? Have a good time?"

Wendy glared at me. "Blowjobs aren't cheating, are they?"

"Of course not. Everyone knows that, sis."

"Hey Alice, John here. You want to put your husband on the phone? I'm sure he'd love to hear your opinion on blowjobs." I asked my sister-in-law.

The phone went dead.

Wendy looked at me confused. "It must have been an accident," she said, grabbing the phone and hitting redial. The phone rang a couple of times, then picked up and went back to a dial-tone.

"Why would she do that?" Wendy whined, finally looking nervous. She dialed again and the phone was busy. "It shouldn't be busy, they have call waiting." She hung up again, and it went back to busy.

She settled back into the couch, looking fearful. "It doesn't matter anyway. You heard her. Blowjobs don't count."

"You think Dave has the same opinion?"

She seemed to ponder it. "Listen, honey. It shouldn't matter. This was all a misunderstanding. I didn't think it was cheating, but I guess you did. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Wendy, let me ask you a simple question. Would you have given him a blowjob in front of me? In front of Misty, his wife?"

Part of her problem, I honestly believe, is she didn't think things out. She didn't think about what she was doing, and she didn't think before she spoke.

"Of course not! That would be so embarrassing," she answered quickly.

"I want you to think about something. Don't speak yet. Just take a moment to ponder. You should never do something with another man that you wouldn't do in front of me. Think about that. If you wouldn't do it in front of me, it's a type of cheating."

For once, she did as I asked. She was quiet, focused on what I'd said. I didn't press her, letting her work it out for herself.

She finally nodded. "Ok, I get it. I didn't think you'd like that, but if you want, next time I could blow him in front of you. It's not that big a deal. It might even be better, he won't bug me so much about doing more. If you want to see it, I guess that would be fine."

Jesus-Fucking-Christ. Next time?

I got up and walked out before I did something rash, hearing her call out from behind me. "John! Don't walk away. We need to get past this. I want to make things right," she yelled, before the closing door silenced her.

I went to work trying to get my mind off my problems. I was running through scenarios to get a little payback from the assholes who were using my wife. I had to be careful, we had a lot of government contracts, and I had to carry a security clearance which I didn't want to jeopardize. Jail would not be good.

A few hours with my head buried in my work, and I wasn't feeling a whole lot better. We were at such loggerheads. Nothing I said seemed to get through to her that her behavior was unacceptable.

Did I believe she thought it was no big deal? Sadly, yes. She was doing bad things, horrible things for our marriage, but it wasn't that she was trying to hurt me, or even was careless about her family. I honestly was beginning to believe she didn't understand the ramifications of her actions, and was very possibly misled by her lousy sister.

Our love life had been exceptional. She was loving, attentive, and generous with her affection. Ever since we were married, she was very physically demonstrative, and a tiger in the bed. She loved oral sex, giving much more than receiving. It was true that for most of our marriage she'd blow me as much as I wanted, maybe even more. It was no exaggeration that I could get blown every day, twice a day if I desired.

Until the pregnancy.

The first 7 months hadn't changed things much, but she had issues late, and was under bed-rest much of the time. I took care of her the best I could, with a lot of help from her mother and sister.

It struck me that her sister Alice had spent a lot of time with her, before and after the pregnancy. I had never had a problem with Alice. She was friendly, attractive, and seemed to have a good solid marriage. She liked to flirt a little, but nothing over the top. We didn't socialize a lot, but I never had an issue with her. Until now. That call had really knocked me for a loop.

After the pregnancy, nothing had happened for a couple of weeks, then for the next month, she seemed determined to suck my damn cock off. After 6 weeks the doctor gave her the OK to start having sex again, but it was still another week of multiple daily blowjobs, before I ended up back between her legs.

I'd been doing without sex for a few months, and for the next several weeks her oral efforts ended up with me plowing her hot little pussy gratefully. I'll confess, she didn't feel the same after giving birth, she'd been a tight fuck until the baby, but I wasn't complaining. I loved it, and I loved her.

I often was able to give her a double dose, but the one thing she didn't really like to do was suck me after I'd been inside her. If that was her only issue, I wasn't going to make an issue of it.

It wasn't until the blowup, that I realized how drastically the oral sex had fallen off. I could take part of the blame, as soon as she got me hard, I wanted to spread her sexy legs and pound one into her. I realized she may have been tapering off because she didn't enjoy the sex as much as she did the oral. Like I said, every blowjob ended up with my blowing a load inside of her, and I had forgotten how much she loved cum, playing with it, tasting it. I wasn't giving her what she needed, but she'd never said anything.

In a way, I'd let her down. I only wished we'd communicated.

I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to face her, and her thick-headed arguments. I couldn't stand to see that cheating mouth that had at least 5 loads dropped in it that weren't mine. I hadn't given her a taste in almost a month. From twice a day to nothing.

Tom, Jarrod, Aaron. Motherfuckers. She might have been stupid, naive and confused, but those assholes knew better. All of them married. Sticking their cocks in my wife's mouth. They had to pay.

I went out to eat, and while waiting for my dinner, I turned on my cell phone and checked my messages. My voice-mail box was full. I started listening to them, and got mad again, 3-3-7, forward to the end and delete. Six from Wendy, none of which I managed to listen to through the end. Two from her mother. Two more from Misty, Tom's wife. One from my mother. Jesus, what a mess.

I'd been throwing around the word divorce a lot. I was furious with her, but I couldn't deny I loved her more than I had imagined possible. I wanted things back the way they were, and resolved that even if I didn't divorce her, I'd still have to divorce myself from the crowd we'd been around. No way I could hold my head up around those fucking bastards. No way.

While eating my meal, I texted my wife. I wasn't ready to speak to her, but I didn't want this thing completely blowing up, either. Not yet. If it did, I was going to control it.

I let her know that I'd gone into work, to distract myself from what she'd done to our marriage. I was eating out.

Five minutes later, while drinking my after dinner coffee, I got a response. Please hurry home. I love you. I'm sorry. Short and to the point.

It wasn't like an affair. I didn't believe she'd fallen out of love with me, or intentionally disrespected me. But she was so damned stupid. Blowjobs didn't matter? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see my way around that. Or how she stuck to it, against all odds and other viewpoints. I thought about that a while. Perhaps she did understand, but was clinging to her argument so she wouldn't have to take responsibility for her slutty actions.

I love D.C. at night. The later the better. When the traffic was gone, and the monuments and buildings were lit up. A drive around the reflecting pool, seeing the monuments, up and down the mall with all the museums, the Capitol, the Washington Monument.

I stopped for a couple of beers, still avoiding the scene at home. What was I going to do? How could we get past this? Did I want to make an effort, or would it be easier to cut bait and take my loss? Could I ever look at her the same?

My three month old perfect daughter, Jeannie. Holding her for the first time, with my tired smiling wife in that little room, surrounded by the doctor, nurses, her mother and sister. Little tiny fingers. Ten of them. Each a miniature masterpiece. Pressing mine into her palm hoping she'd clutch it. Angry red face, wispy dark hair. My child. Our child. God, how I loved to hold her! Settled into the crook of my arm, late at night, singing to her with my lousy voice, smelling her, feeling the negligent weight slowly tiring my arm, until I'd switch to the other. The instant feeling of loss when I passed her to anyone else. Mine. A little bit of me. I couldn't lose that.

I had to somehow work things out with Wendy. Let her see how I felt. Get past the denial and back to the way things should be. I hoped we wouldn't have to move, but if that's what it took, so be it.

A few people tried to strike up conversations, but I was having none of it. I perched on my stool, and worked my way through a pair of large Guinnesses, feeling sorry for myself, and desperately trying to avoid thoughts of what my wife had done.

My incoming-text ring went off. I'd had a few normal call rings, but had silenced each one. This one was from Wendy again. Are you coming home? I miss you. I'm sorry.

I believed she was sorry. Not just for getting caught, but for doing anything to hurt us. I still was certain she believed I was the unreasonable one. Bitch.

I texted her back. Soon. I love you too. Kiss Jeannie for me

Her response was immediate. She's staying at Mom's. Thank you

I paid my bill, and got in my car, taking a moment to make sure that the beer with dinner and two more in the bar hadn't left me too impaired to drive. I felt a bit of a buzz, but I'd taken a few hours to drink what I had, and didn't think I was over the line.

I took a nostalgic drive up 14th street, seeing the urbanization. When I was a kid, 14th and K was the seediest place around. Dirty movie parlors and packs of prostitutes on every corner. For a teenager it was eye opening. The women would wave, and often flash you, running over to the car at a stoplight and sticking their head in the window if it was open.

I remember one nasty looking woman sticking her head in my window and instantly reaching between my legs. Her skirt was so short you could see her underwear. My buddy Ralph was laughing as we pulled away. He was in the backseat and claimed he'd reached out through his window and stuck his finger up inside her, while she was trying to convince me to let her give me a blowjob.

It wasn't the same anymore. Urban renewal. I drove past the park at K street, and turned right on L, the next street up, headed east toward 7th St, Georgia Ave, and back home.

As I neared 11th and L, I started seeing the same sights I remembered from back in the day. The girls were still around, they'd just relocated. I thought it was a little ironic they'd set up shop right next to the Department of Justice building.

At the stop light I heard a tapping on my window. I looked over and saw a haggard young girl looking in hopefully. To this day I can't tell you why I rolled down my window.

"Looking for a good time?" she asked hesitantly, leaning over and showing me her dangling smallish breasts, holding her shirt open.

"Aren't you young for this?" I asked, without thinking.

She blushed. Really. I kid you not. A blushing hooker. "I'm legal, if that's your problem. I promise you, it'll be good." She looked up and down the street. "You're not a cop, are you?"

I laughed. "No. I'm not a cop. You're not, are you?" Already, the seeds of an idea were taking root.

She shook her head. "Can I get in?"

That seemed strange. Then again, what did I know about hookers? "Isn't that dangerous?"

"I can't afford to get busted, and I really need the money," she said. I could swear I saw tears in her eyes. Hell of a sales technique. It was cold out, and she was barely dressed. I could see the goosebumps on her arm, and she was trembling. She looked miserable. I didn't find her attractive, I had far better at home. She didn't turn me on. She broke my heart. What drove a kid to this?

I hit the unlock button, and I watched her long skinny leg slide into the car, 4 inch clear plastic heel first, with at least a two-inch platform. She slid her red vinyl-skirted butt into the car and closed the door, then rolled up the window.

"In the car? Or do you have some place to go?" she asked.

"Don't you have someplace nearby you take your Johns?"

She shook her head. "I'm working solo, and trying to keep it that way. I don't need some stupid bastard taking my money, and telling me what I have to do."

"Been doing this long?" I asked, starting to wonder what I was doing.

She smiled. "You're a talker, aren't you? Can I get at least $20, even if we don't do anything? Time is money, you know."

I pulled onto Mass. Ave, across Mt. Vernon place. "I won't send you home broke. I promise."

"This isn't solicitation," she said nervously. "I haven't offered sex for money."

"Relax, I'm not a cop. How old are you?" Damn if she didn't look like she was 16.

I turned onto 7th St., headed North, and was surprised when she pushed a driver's license in front of my face. "I'm 18. Since October. Satisfied?" She sounded angry, tucking her license away, before I even got a chance to look at it. "I thought you old guys liked the young girls anyway. I can be 13 for you."
Old guy? I wasn't even 30 yet. "How much for a blowjob?" I asked, once more surprising myself.

"$20 for a quickie. You want the really good, extended action, toe curler, take me someplace and I'll blow your mind for $50."

I almost laughed, which would have been cruel. "I doubt you'll blow my mind. My wife gives the best blowjobs in the Northern Hemisphere."

"Then why are you asking?" She reached toward the center console and turned the heat up, giving me a quick questioning look, as if to see if it was OK. I directed the central vent toward her.

She didn't seem to mind that we were driving further north, into the suburbs, away from the bustle of downtown.

"My darling wife suddenly thinks that blowjobs aren't sex, and it's Ok if she gives them to people other than her husband."

My young companion grinned. "Then this is your lucky day. I'm going to give you the best 'not-sex' you've ever had. You want to make a night of it, I'll give you so much 'not-sex' you'll be begging for a break. All for the one-time bargain price of $200."

Fuck. I liked her. She was funny and confident. Kind of cute if you got past her dirty, skanky look. "I thought you said $50? This is kind of scary, you went from $20 to $50 and now $200."

She pouted. "An escort would cost you ten times as much, and wouldn't be half as good. I can promise you that."

The money was no big deal. Hell, Wendy spent $200 every other week at the hairdresser. She wasn't cheap to keep, although I'd never had a problem with it. We could afford it, and she was worth every penny. Emphasis on the was.

My street pickup was still watching me, and I heard her stomach rumble. She seemed embarrassed. "Hungry?" I asked.

"I'll be fine. Do we have a deal? I'll do the whole night thing for $150. How about that?" She reached her hand over and put it on my thigh, rubbing me. I guess she was trying to be sexy, but it seemed forced.

I put my hand over hers, giving it a little squeeze. "Never lower your price, sweetie. You were doing everything right. I kind of believe that the $200 would be well spent, if not the best ever."

"You want to make a bet on that? I'll do it for $100. If it's the best you ever had, you pay me what you think it's worth. If it's not, I get a C-note, you take me back, and you've received the bargain of a lifetime."

The idea that had been bubbling away below the surface burst, and I smiled. I pulled out my wallet, and counted out a hundred dollar bill and five twenties. I passed them to her.

"You don't mind if we do something a little out of the ordinary?" I asked.

I saw her get nervous. "I don't do pain. I don't do raw. Anal's another $50, each time. No hitting, and no gangbangs."

"Nothing like that. I promise. Blowjobs only. But there's a little more to it than that." I explained my idea, and at first she looked confused, then started to smile.

"What's your name?" she asked me abruptly.

"Call me John."

"No, really."

My turn to flash my ID. "John."

She laughed. "Weird night, John the John."

"You're telling me? I went out of the house to cool off, get a little work in, have a quiet dinner. Now I've got a cute little street walker in my car about to blow my mind. Not how I imagined this day working out."

"You seem like a nice guy, John. That's cool for a change. Kind of sweet you still want to work things out with your wife. How come you don't just kick her to the curb?"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kelly. Amethyst if you want a working name, but you already saw my license."

"Alright Kelly. I love my wife. I love my 3 month old daughter more than life itself. I don't want to lose them."

"She's lucky. And pretty damn stupid if you don't mind my saying so. Good looking man, good job from the looks of things, kind, generous, and in love. Shit, she doesn't deserve you."

We cruised past Rock Creek Park, and I turned onto East-West Hwy, on the final stretch home.

"You Ok with my plan?" I asked.

"Better than Ok. I'll do whatever you need. You just let me know."

"You want to tell me how come you're not in high-school and out on the street?" I asked quietly.

She looked out the window, quiet. In profile she looked a little older, a little weary. "Bad luck and stupid choices. I can call your wife stupid because I know it well. I made some mistakes, and I'm paying for it now."

"I'm a good listener."

She turned to me. "I bet you are. It's not a fun story, John. For the moment, let's just pretend we're two people who like each other and are going to have a good time. Really good. I don't want to think about the past, and I don't have a lot to look forward to. Let's live in the moment."

She folded her feet up under her, those $10 heels digging into my leather seats. I didn't say anything about it. "You said she's a great cock-sucker. Tell me why she's good."

I was off the highway and turning onto the side streets of my neighborhood. "She loves to do it. Loves everything about it. Loves the feel and taste of my cum. Anyone's cum, I should say, although I didn't know that until today."

"How does she love it?" Kelly asked.

"It's not that she's the best technically. She's doesn't do a lot of deep-throat, or some kind of special move. It's the way she does it. The way she looks at me and my cock. The excitement in her. She can come from sucking me, I don't even have to touch her. Everything she does tells me how much she loves it, how she wants to win my cum, suck it out, hold it in her mouth for ages, with a silly little grin on her face."

"If she holds it in her mouth forever, I guess you don't get back-to-back blows," she said.

"No. Morning, noon and night, all I want, one at a time."

Kelly laughed. "That's changing tonight. I'll drain you. I'm going to suck you over and over until you can't get it back up."

She was looking at my tenting crotch, and laughed sweetly. "You are a man, after all. You like that idea, don't you? I can see part of you does." She reached over and put her hand on my stiffness. "Nice. I'm sure I can work with this."

I pulled into the driveway, and saw that it was after 1:30 and the lights were still on.

"This might get a little weird and awkward. You still alright with it?"

She nodded. "Honestly, John. I'd do it for free, if I didn't need the money so damn much. I hope it works out."

* * *

I had my key out, but the door wasn't locked. I opened it, and Wendy rushed into my arms, hugging me, crying.

"Shhh," I whispered, stroking her hair.

"God, John. I was so worried you'd left me. I love you so much. We can put all this behind us. I know we can."

I pulled her arms off me, gave her a little kiss, and stepped in the door. Kelly followed a couple of steps behind. I saw Wendy's shocked reaction.

"What...who is this?" she squeaked.

Kelly stepped forward and wrapped her thin arms around my stunned wife. "Hi Wendy, you're even prettier than he said. Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home." She stepped back and looked around. "It's beautiful. Did you do this all yourself, or do you have a decorator?"

Wendy was in shock, looking at the common street whore, back at me, then around her house. "I...I did the decorating."

"Wow. You have talent. You could do this for a living." Kelly was walking around, touching the furniture, looking at the walls. "Is this an original?" she asked gazing up at the painting over the fireplace.

It was my second anniversary gift to my wife. Pricey as hell, a few thousand dollars at a show for an up-and-coming artist. It was her favorite piece. Kelly had a hell of an eye. This wasn't part of what I'd asked her to do.

"Original. It was a gift for my second anniversary," Wendy said.

"Damn, girl. Hell of a present. Someone must really love you. This guy's good. It fits so well with the decor." Kelly walked around the living room, and into the dining room, kneeling down and lifting the corner of the 9x12 hand knotted rug. "This isn't Turkish is it? Tibetan?"

Wendy stood beside her, looking surprised. "Yes. We went to Lhasa last year."

"I love the traditional patterns so much more than that contemporary crap. You have wonderful taste." She stood, and smiled. "Can you point me to the ladies' room?"

Wendy waved down the hallway.

Kelly stepped into her, and gave her another hug, finishing with a kiss on the cheek. "We're going to have so much fun. Thank you."

Shit. I was probably as stunned as my confused wife. Kelly was earning every penny, and then some. I'd definitely be rewarding her for this weekend.

Wendy followed me into the kitchen, as I got a platter out of the cupboard and started preparing a snack tray. Nothing fancy, but I didn't want Kelly's belly rumbling. "What's going on, John? You're gone all day, and then you bring that into my house?"

I completed the snacks, and got out a bottle of our best wine. Nothing too good for my new little cock-sucker to be.

"Speak to me John. I want to know what you think you're doing!" she snapped.

"Making a little snack tray for our guest. Wouldn't want to be impolite."

"She's not our guest, and I don't think I want her in my house." She was standing nearby, talking softly but angrily.

"Our house, love. Isn't she charming?"

"She looks like a tramp!"

"Don't be catty, and try to be polite." I said, passing her three glasses, and taking the snack tray and wine bottle into the living room.

"Damn it, John! Tell me what's going on," Wendy whined, following me.

"Relax, Wendy. We'll get to that, for now have a drink."

I was pouring the wine when Kelly came back out. I was more than a little surprised. She'd washed up a bit, brushed her hair out, removed her trampy makeup and straightened out her clothes. She cleaned up nicely, and looked younger than ever.

"I hope you don't mind that I peeked around a little. You have a gorgeous home. The nursery is absolutely adorable. How old is she?" She addressed my wife.

Kelly sat down next to me, picking up a canapé and popping it in her mouth, followed by a sip of wine. She'd removed her shoes, and curled her legs up on the couch beside me, while my wife still stood, trying to make sense of it all.

"She's three months old. Jeannie's with her grandmother," Wendy said.

"Nice wine. You didn't have to break out the good stuff for me," she said, taking a sniff before having another sip. "I can't place it. Napa?"

"French. Château Mont-Redon." I said.

"Very, very nice. I've been drinking a lot of the Chilean wines, and some small California vineyards, but this is excellent."

I guess Wendy felt weird, standing watching us snack, drink and talk about the wine. She finally took her glass, had a big swig, and sat on the chair across the way.

Kelly gobbled another canapé, and scooted next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder, stroking me casually. "I bet this wine is John's choice. Bold, strong."

"My latest favorite," I told her.

"Let me guess. Wendy, you're more of a Pinot Noir girl. Nothing pretentious, sweet, smooth, bursting with flavor. None of those weak whites for you."

Wendy nodded. "Pretty much. I don't like the Whites or Roses so much, and the Cabernet's are a little too strong for my taste."

Kelly opened her mouth, while I fed her another snack, giggling. "Trying to fatten me up?" she teased. She turned back to Wendy, leaning against me. "Excellent taste, I might add. In decorating, in wine, and definitely in men."

"We're happily married," Wendy snapped.

"So John said. He loves you, and I can see you love him. You are so lucky. Believe me, Wendy, I would do nothing to get in the way of your happiness. You seem to have the perfect life here. I'm not the kind of person that would destroy that on a whim. I know what it's worth."

"What kind of person are you, then?" Wendy asked.

Kelly smiled. "I think you know what kind of person I am."

"John doesn't have to pay for sex. He gets all he wants from me, and it's a hell of a lot better than anything he's going to get from you, you little whore!" She was almost screaming.

Kelly just smiled. "Wendy, love, I wouldn't dream of having sex with a happily married man. There's no way I would do that. Especially not here, in your home. I wouldn't disrespect you like that," Kelly said.

Her actions belied her words as she leaned into me, rubbing her hand across my chest, kissing my shoulder. I put my arm around her, let my hand drift down her side, feeling the smooth exposed skin at her waist.

The phone rang, and Wendy looked over at me. Two in the morning. Who the hell would be calling? Only everyone we know, I imagined. I shrugged and she got up and went to the kitchen.

Kelly grabbed another of the snacks, down to the last two, and popped it in her mouth before she started opening my pants.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, while I helped her.

"Just a $20 whore," she said sadly, pushing my pants down around my ankles.

I heard my wife on the phone. "Yes Mom, he came home about half an hour ago, and no he wasn't drunk, but he'd been drinking."

Kelly was stroking my cock. "Damn, John. She's such a fucking idiot. Cheating on you when she can come home to this," she said, tugging on my cock. She looked around. "All of this. You deserve better."

I didn't answer with more than a sigh, as her mouth descended over my cock.

I heard Wendy walking our way. "No, everything is definitely not fine. You won't believe what...OH MY GOD!" she shrieked, seeing Kelly with her face in my lap.

She threw the phone across the room, and started over toward us. "What the hell are you doing!"

"We're not having sex. It's not a big deal right? Just a blowjob."

"How...how could you?" she sobbed, standing only a couple of feet away. I stroked Kelly's hair, as she proved herself, bobbing up and down on my stiffness.

"Ask yourself the same question," I told her angrily. "Now please be quiet. I haven't had a good blowjob in almost a month, and I'm really enjoying this one."

Wendy ran from the room crying, and I heard the bedroom door slam shut. I wondered if the phone lines were going to get lit up.

Kelly pulled off me a second. "Are you really enjoying it?"

"Jesus, Kelly. You didn't lie. You are amazing."

She smiled, looking up at me. "Everything working out the way you hoped?"

"A 1000% better. There's a lot more to you than I thought."

She looked sad a moment. "Let's not go there now, Ok? Let me get this first one done with, and then we can settle into some serious play."

I hadn't had sex in a couple of days, and hadn't had a blowjob as good as hers in my life. She seemed to enjoy it as much as Wendy, and took great pride in her ability. On top of that she could do things with her mouth and tongue that I'd never even conceived of. It saddened me to wonder where a young girl, barely 18, would learn skills like that.

I caressed her small body as her head pistoned up and down my cock. Warm, wet, and teasing, her tongue was active. Her hand stroked my cock, then moved away as her face settled deep, her pert little nose pressing into my belly.

It hadn't even been five minutes and I was warning her of my need to finish. I couldn't remember the last time I had to shoot so quick.

She stroked me, licking the head of my cock. "You don't have to warn me, John. The deluxe overnight package comes with all rights, including coming in my mouth, and even using my ass if you want, later. That's not really sex either, is it?" She licked my cockhead teasingly, the tip of her tongue caressing the base of the crown.

I groaned and her mouth barely captured my spurting cock in time to avoid a mess. She took it all gamely, then sat up and straddled me. She smiled and opened her mouth, showing me a very large milky deposit. She closed her mouth, but I didn't see her swallow. She leaned against me, and I held her, stroking her back.

"Mmmm," I heard her purr in my ear. A few seconds later she kissed my neck. "I love it too. Love the feel and taste. I like yours. I'd like more of it. Are you going to continue feeding me tonight?"

"Damn, Kelly. That was wonderful. I've never had a better one."

She giggled. "I told you. I'm the best."

I pulled her away, and went to kiss her, but she turned her face just a bit, my kiss landing on the side of her mouth. "Incredible. I'll admit, some of my wife's have been just as good, in a different way."

Kelly laughed. "Now you've done it. Thrown down the gauntlet. I'll show you who's the best! Next one, I'm not going to let you finish until you're begging."

I believed her.

She stood slowly, then sat back and finished the last of our snacks while draining her glass of wine. "This was kind of you. I appreciate it," she said, toasting me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, picking up the plate and taking it to the kitchen.

I pulled up my pants, and went over to retrieve our broken phone. I snapped the battery back in, and put the battery cover back on but it wouldn't stay. The display said 'in use' but I didn't feel the need to listen in on whatever was going on. I did wonder a little about what was being said, to who.

I grabbed the wine glasses, and found Kelly rummaging through the fridge.

"Hungry?"

She giggled. "A small snack to keep up my energy. It's going to be a long, long night." She had a piece of cold chicken she was gnawing on.

I grabbed a paper napkin, and wiped the corner of her mouth. "I'll make you a great breakfast. I promise."

She grinned. "I like bacon."

"Who doesn't? Pancakes or waffles?" I asked, moving close to her, easing my arm around her slender waist.

"Surprise me. I'm sure I won't be disappointed."

She had the milk out and filled her wine glass. She took a long drink, a little white mustache appearing on her upper lip. I couldn't resist reaching out to wipe it clean, licking my finger afterward.

"Now what?" she asked, pressing against me.

"Seconds," I teased, taking her by the hand and leading her to the back of the house.

The door to our bedroom was closed, but cracked open a bit. My reaction the night before made it difficult to stay closed, with the receptacle splintered. I knocked and entered, with Kelly in tow. Wendy was lying in bed, naked except for a pair of panties, talking on the phone. She looked up, pulled the sheet up her body to cover her chest. "I've gotta go now," she spoke into the phone.

She looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy. "Are you done humiliating me now?" she asked, sulkily.

"I have no intention of humiliating you, baby. I love you. But I'm not done having 'not-sex' yet."

She looked beyond me to Kelly, leaning against my back, my hand in hers.

"Please, John. I can give you what you need. You don't have to do this anymore. I already told you I'm sorry."

She looked so upset, she almost broke me. Still, all I heard were the words, but I still had the images in my brain. The dream, man after man lined up to use her mouth. And she was Ok with it. Oral sex didn't matter. Blowjobs didn't count.

I decided to test her, before taking it any further. "Five times you cheated on me. Five times, with three different men."

She shook her head. "No, baby. Never. I didn't cheat no matter what you say. They tried to touch me, open my shirt, reach up my skirt, but I stopped them. I told them everything would end if they tried again. I would never allow them anything that was yours. My body is yours and yours alone. I swear. Since before we were married, I've allowed nobody but you."

Failed. She still didn't get it.

"I understand. I would never cheat on you either." I took off my shirt, and started removing my pants.

"Why is she still here?" Wendy asked.

I looked over and saw that Kelly was peeling her own shirt off, exposing a pair of perfect little B cup tender young tits. "She's going to stay overnight. I'll take her home later, after we're done not cheating."
Wendy climbed out of the bed, angrily. "Why are you being such a bastard?"

"Five times. Three men." I was naked, and reclined on the bed.

"Please," she sobbed. "Don't."

"Remember how you offered to have me watch you and Tom? I'd like you to watch us together."

"No. I won't," she snapped.

"Sit down!" I snapped. "You will, or you'll leave and not come back."

The tears rolled down her face, but she sat on the furthest corner of the bed, her face in her hands.

I looked over to Kelly, who was down to her panties. She smiled at me. "On or off?" she asked. "Can I trust you?"

"You can trust me, but leave them on anyway. I don't want there to be even a hint of impropriety."

She pouted, her hands hooked in the sides of her thong, prepared to drop them. Instead she climbed on the bed, and settled in between my legs. "I hope you ate your Wheaties," she teased.

What followed was the best blowjob ever. I know she was showing off, demonstrating all she could do. Several minutes of teasing, licking and kisses, had me squirming before her mouth ever encased my cock. She bathed my balls with her tongue, sucking on each individually. Little nips of her teeth tracked around my shaft, followed by the sweetest kisses.

Wendy was trying to ignore it, but she kept looking over, then turning away.

I groaned when Kelly finally lowered that sweet young mouth over my cock, three inches disappearing into her warm, wet, opening.

Wendy looked over, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked up at me and I stared back into her eyes, before I moaned, closing my eyes for moment, when Kelly proved her ability to take my entire cock in her mouth.

My wife started to get off the bed, and I snapped at her. "No! Stay here. Watch. Just like you wanted me to."

She sat back on the bed, crawling up to me. "I never wanted that. I swear. You asked, not me."

Kelly eased back, her hand stroking me steadily, her head bobbing up and down.

"No. I told you doing anything behind my back you wouldn't do in front of me was cheating. Don't you understand?"

She wiped her face. "Please stop punishing me," she whispered.

I reached out and pulled her close, holding her shaking body, her head resting on my chest. I leaned my head to the side, so I could watch Kelly pleasure me.

It took longer, but she varied things up, faster, slower, her hand stroking me, her mouth devouring me. She'd pull off, lick and tease the shaft, then work on my balls for a while. She teased my butt-hole, pushing my legs back, sticking out her long tongue and caressing me there. Then she'd go back to work.

Wendy had stopped the crying, and rested her head on my shoulder, no longer showing any pretense of not watching. I had my arm around her, my hand caressing that body I knew so well.

Whenever I started to get close, Kelly would look up at me smiling. "Uh-uh, not yet handsome," she teased. Then she'd ease off, squeezing the base sharply.

"You're killing me, cutie," I moaned, the third time she did it. We'd been at it nearly 30 minutes. A half-hour of unbelievable pleasure.

"I promise, you won't die from this," she laughed, then buried her face on my cock, pressing her nose against my belly, shaking her head and humming playfully.

"Fuck..." I groaned.

She bobbed up and down, looking up at me. She pulled off with a loud 'pop', and grinned. "You know what you have to do, if you want to finish."

A few minutes of power-sucking and deep-throat, and I was arching my hips, desperate. "Please, Kelly," I gasped.

She gave me a short breather. "Not good enough," she giggled.

She hammered her head down my cock, taking me to the root, and holding me there. I felt her finger pushing into my butt, and I groaned loudly.

"Finish him," Wendy said softly. "Please."

"Kelly," I groaned.

She looked up at me, my entire cock inside her mouth. She lifted her eyebrows, inquisitively.

"I'm begging."

That's all she was looking for. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking me rapidly, her mouth sucking away at the head. I thrust against her, feeling the need peaking. "God, that's good," I moaned, and unloaded between her lips.

She sucked and sucked, as I fired off repeatedly. I felt Wendy's fingers dig into my skin, and I looked down at her. Her tit was resting on my chest, her nipple swollen and hard.

Kelly drew her lips back slowly, off my cock. She crawled up my body, and opened her mouth showing me her prize. "Mmmm" she hummed.

Wendy turned her head away, and I felt her shaking.

Kelly laid on me, her head on the shoulder opposite Wendy. I wrapped my arm around her. "Thank you. That was amazing."

She gave a little wiggle, one leg between mine, rubbing against my cock. I reached down and squeezed her tight little buns.

"No!" Wendy snapped. "Don't touch her like that."

She was right, and I moved my hand up to Kelly's waist, giving her a squeeze.

"You're right. I'm sorry, baby. That was over the line," I said.

"Sowwy," Kelly gargled, and I realized she was still holding my cum in her mouth.

I spanked her bottom. "Swallow, you little cum slut."

She turned her head and looked up at me, pouting. "Do ah haff oo?"

"Jesus, you're as bad as her," I laughed.

Wendy slapped me on the belly. "Bad? You love it," she said. Her voice dropped. "I thought you loved my blowjobs."

"I do. I did, until you started passing them out to every Tom, Dick and Harry."

She kissed my neck. "I'm sorry, John. I didn't know. I swear I'll never do it again."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I hate this. What it's done to us. Driving us apart. I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you, baby. I know you love me. Despite all this."

Kelly surprised the hell out of me, and Wendy too, I'm sure, when she slapped my wife in the face. "Stop the lying, you stupid bitch, if you ever want him back."

Wendy sat up, shocked, then reached across me her fingers clawing at my teenage toy. I sat up between them, holding them apart, taking a bit of a beating myself.

"STOP!" I yelled, pushing them apart.

They seemed to settle down for a second, and I faced Kelly. "Don't you ever hit my wife again."

"She's lying to you! She knows it's wrong. She's a cheating slut and she knows it. You deserve so much more," Kelly yelled.

"Bitch! I'm not the one who cheated. I never took anyone to my bed. Never rubbed my tits all over them, never let them play with my ass," Wendy screamed back.

I turned to Wendy, who still didn't get it. How could she be so thick? "Never let anyone play with your ass? I must have been watching some other slut dancing at last year's Christmas party. Some other bimbo with Dave's hands clutching at her ass, dancing to our song. Another wife of mine, rubbing her tits against her dance partner."

Wendy gasped. "That's different, John. I was drunk and we were only dancing. I already told you I was sorry for that."

"Funny, Misty thought it looked like you guys were fucking on the dance floor. He was hard, rubbing his cock against you. You looked like you were enjoying it."

"It's not my fault they all get hard. I can't help that," she snapped. "Why would you bring that up now?"

"I listened to your excuses and accepted your apologies then. Now I can't help but wonder if you cheated on me."

"How could you say that? I never cheated on you. Not once. We made love all that weekend. We conceived Jeannie after that party!" she exclaimed.

"You conceived that weekend. Is Jeannie even mine? Did you slip off with Dave or one of your other so attentive partners and cuckold me? Did you bring me home sloppy seconds? I remember mentioning that your panties were soaked. Now I wonder. I wonder about everything. Your behavior at the pool party, 6 months pregnant. What you do during the day, when I'm at work. Who you're blowing, rubbing your tits against. Who else is fondling that amazing ass that's supposed to be only for me. How long you've been a faithless cheating slut. I guess I'll always wonder now."

She looked like she'd been slapped. "How could you say that? Any of it! I'm not a cheater. Do you hate me that much now?"

"I don't hate you. It would be so much easier if I did. I love you, heart and soul. I have for six years, since our very first date. You shit all over my love for you, with Tom, Aaron, Jarrod, and who knows how many others. You tore my fucking heart out, and danced on it with those $300 come-fuck-me 4 inch heels you just had to have."

She was crying softly. "Never, John. I never cheated. I never blew anyone but those three. The rubbing and touching was only flirting like everyone does."

"I don't. My wife is enough for me. Or at least she was."

"But their wives aren't enough for them," she said. "You got me. They had to settle for second best. Of course they're jealous. They only get a shadow of what you get every day. One drunken night's hint. Their wives even thank me for teasing them. We're not the only ones fucking our brains out after the parties. They go home to their second class wives, and you get me."

Kelly laughed. "I think I'm going to get sick. You really want to stay married to this conceited cheating slut? Trust me, she's a lost cause. You did right coming looking for me. You don't need..." she looked at Wendy with obvious disgust, "that."

"I do. I love her. Sad, isn't it?"

Kelly just shook her head.

"Wendy, why don't you go to the guest room? We can talk about this in the morning," I told her.

She looked stunned. "You want me to leave? This is my bed."

I took her hand in mine. "I didn't want to hurt you anymore. I didn't think you'd want to be here with us."

"Us? You're keeping her in our bed, and sending me away?"

"Yes, I'm keeping her here. She's going to go down on me again, and then we're going to sleep, and she's going to blow me in the morning before I make us breakfast."

"Why?" she asked pitifully.

"Because I want to not-cheat some more. I promise I won't have sex with her, and I'll try to keep my hands off her cute little ass."

Kelly giggled. "You like my cute little ass?"

I didn't even turn toward her. "Please, Kelly, you're not helping."

"She cheated on you, John. By her rules you can fuck my cute little ass all night long. You'll love it, and I will too. No baby making so it's not cheating, right?"

Wendy snapped at me. "You told her? About us? You told some cheap little whore?"

"You told every one of our friends all about us. That's no big deal, right? Your words not mine. I told my friend."

She closed her eyes, lowering her head. I grabbed her chin and lifted it, making her look up at me. "She's not a cheap little whore. She's quite expensive. $200 for the visit. Not counting the substantial tip she'll be receiving."

"Don't forget our bet," Kelly teased.

"I won't. It'll be a very, very substantial tip."

She giggled. "I told you."

"I'm not leaving my bed," Wendy said. "Do what you have to do. You're not chasing me away this easily."

I laid back on the bed, and Wendy snuggled in next to me. "Her ass is still off limits, you understand? No ass, and no pussy, or I will leave you. I can't take that. I can't."

Kelly skinned off her panties, and turned on her hands and knees, wiggling that delectable butt. "Not her rules, John. It's yours, bought and paid for. Fuck my ass and make me scream for you. Tight and practically virgin, believe it or not. I'd love you to fill my ass with that big cock, and finish in my mouth."

I leaned over and swatted her cute rear. "You are rotten. I'm not doing anything she hasn't done. In spite of her words. Not that I wouldn't love to pound that adorable butt of yours into submission."

Wendy poked me. "You can pound mine into submission. I'd still let you finish in her mouth if you want," she teased.

I laughed. "Really?"

She shrugged. "You're going to keep giving her those loads that should be mine. I wouldn't mind getting something out of it."

I reached down and slid my fingers into her panties. She slapped my hand away, but not before I knew.

"Jesus, Wendy. You're dripping!"

She blushed. "It's almost 3:00 am. I've been watching her suck my cock forever. I can't help it."

"I don't think it'll be long, baby. I still believe we can make this right. I do love you. I just don't think we're on the same page yet."

"Soon? It'll be over soon? You'll forgive me?" Wendy asked.

Kelly had given up on her display, and crawled back between my legs, her mouth sucking on my cock, trying to resuscitate it.

"I've forgiven you. I forgave you last night. But we still have our problems to work through."

"You won't keep cheating on me after, will you?"

"Am I cheating on you?" I asked. I prayed she'd give me the right answer. I was almost hard for Kelly, so her answer, right or wrong wasn't going to change this blowjob. But it might be my last from anyone other than my wife.

"You know what I mean. You think it's cheating."

Damn she was stubborn.

I sighed. "Kiss me, wife."

She pressed her lips to mine, tentatively at first, then more passionately. I moaned into her mouth, as Kelly took me deep, goading me.

"Love me, John," Wendy whispered. "Love only me. You don't need her."

"I don't need her, but damn she's good," I whispered. I gasped when she took me to the root, pounding her throat up and down on my cock.

"Better than me?" Wendy asked tentatively.

I didn't answer.

"Oh, God, John! You have to stop. You have to! Please!"

"It's only a blowjob, baby. I love you," I said.

I guess Kelly was paying attention. "Best damn blowjob you ever had, or will ever have, and you know it."

"Suck, sweetie. And yes, you give an incredible blowjob."

"Best?" she teased, licking my cock. She took me in her throat again, which she knew my wife didn't do.

"Alright, damn it. You're the best. Now finish me, no dragging it out and making me beg, it's getting late.

She pulled off, laughing. "Fine. My jaw's getting pretty damn tired anyway. You've got some serious stamina. Can you hang on like this when fucking?"

"You have no idea, slut," Wendy said.

"I'm a whore, not a slut. There's only one stupid slut in this bed," she snapped. "Jesus, maybe it's a good thing I didn't let you in my ass," Kelly said, before she took me back in her mouth.

Wendy rubbed her head against my shoulder. "How could you say that?" she whispered. "How could you say she was better than me?"

"How could you let three other men fuck your mouth?" I asked.

"I told you, they were nothing. A couple of minutes and a quick squirt."

"Are any of them bigger than me? Is that what you wanted? A big fat cock to suck? Does Aaron have a big black cock? Is that your problem?"

"I'd never want to suck one bigger than yours, John. Too big is no fun."

"Answer the question, Wendy."

"No. It was never about size. I don't want you thinking that. I just like to suck dick. They had one. They wanted me badly, kept at me, badgered me. You didn't want me sucking you anymore. You only wanted in my pussy. Their constant begging, and too much booze, finally made me give in. But I stopped it at sucking. I swear, John. Nothing but sucking."

"I want to believe you never did anything more. But that was already too much."

She sniffled. I was afraid she was going to start crying again. Then I was distracted by Kelly again. The girl was insatiable. I moaned.

"Who was the first? Who got you to succumb?" I asked my slut wife.

Kelly snorted, giggling. "That was a really bad pun, lover. Don't make me laugh, or it might make cum squirt out my nose, and that stings."

I tried not to grin. "Who, Wendy?"

She was quiet for a few seconds. "Tom. It was Tom. He'd never had a blowjob and he just kept pestering and pestering me." She hugged me. "I'm sorry. I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I didn't think it was that big a deal, really, and I was sure you'd never find out. I figured it was just a blowjob. Not really cheating. I'd never do anything more. I'm so sorry."

I wanted to talk about it. I did. I think she was finally beginning to understand. But I couldn't, not with Kelly doing what she was. I tilted Wendy's head back out of the way, so I could concentrate on what Kelly was up to.

My naughty little teen looked up at me. "Getting close, aren't you, lover?"

I nodded, moaning.

"Good. Gimme." She sucked away, head bobbing away merrily.

Wendy bit me on the shoulder, hard. "I hate this," she whispered.

"I know," I gasped. "I hate what you did."

"Finish, damn you, it's almost 4:00 am," Wendy snapped.

"I'm close," I told her.

That's all Kelly had to hear. She went in for the kill, and within a minute, I was erupting in Kelly's talented mouth. She finished me sweetly, then slid up my body. She showed me her reward, then leaned over to Wendy. Ever so slowly she brought her mouth closer to my wife's. Wendy pulled back a bit, then stopped retreating, letting Kelly's lips meet hers.

Jesus. If they kept this up, I'd need to get off again.

Their mouths stayed together for several long seconds, dragging on and on. I found myself caressing Kelly's ass, squeezing her tight cheeks absentmindedly. She moaned, and her sweet sounds were echoed by Wendy's. I slid my hand down my wife's body, fondling her.

Kelly pulled away, and brushed my hand off her ass. "Be good."

Wendy reached out to Kelly. "Thank you."

Kelly nodded, and I saw her eyes were moist. "That was for admitting you knew it was wrong. He's yours. Not mine. I would never have cheated on him." She bounced off the bed, and planted a quick moist kiss on my lips. "I gotta pee, and I could use a snack. You don't mind?"

"Knock yourself out. And thanks," I told her.

She grinned. "Weirdest night ever. Can I bring you guys back anything?"

"Water," both Wendy and I said at the same time.

Kelly laughed. "Jeez, you guys sound like an old married couple." She winked at us, and scurried down the hall.

Wendy poked me. "God, I want to hate her. Where the hell did you find her?"

"Downtown, 11th and L."

"You were trolling for whores?"

"No. I was driving through the area. I wasn't planning on it, and wasn't expecting it. Even after she got in my car, I think I just wanted to talk. She had offered me a $20 blowjob, and she had me thinking."

"Did you do it?"

"Not until we got here."

"To punish me?" she asked sadly.

"No, so you could see that a blowjob was more than you thought. It was devastating to me."

"I know. You fucking tore my heart out tonight, you bastard."

"I didn't do it to hurt you. I need to make things right between us," I explained.

"I understand. It's cheating. I get it. Don't you believe that I really didn't think I was cheating on you?"

I kissed her. Finally, maybe she gets it. "I do. But that didn't make it right. You hurt me."

"The most horrible thing I ever did. I know that now. I'll make it up to you, I swear. I'm yours, John, if you'll have me. Always." She hugged me tightly, burying her head in my neck.

"I'll never let you go, baby. I love you too much. That's why it hurt so bad."

She nodded. "Are we good now?" She sounded anxious.

"Better. We still have to make things right."

"Right? How?"

"Aaron, Jarrod and Tom. Tom especially, he has to pay."

"Don't do anything stupid, honey. Please, it's not worth it," she whined. "Besides, they're our friends."

"Stop saying that! Once they stuck their cocks in your mouth, they became enemies, not friends. You want to stay friends with them, that's fine. You can move in with them and suck their cocks all you want!"

Wendy shrank away from me and finally had the good sense to shut the hell up. Every time I thought things were getting better, she had to cock it up again.

Kelly came waltzing into the room, with bottles of water in one hand, and a half-eaten sandwich in the other. She tossed two of the bottles onto the bed, did a cute little spin, and practically danced into the bathroom.
"How much are we paying her?" Wendy asked.

"I haven't decided yet. I've already given her two hundred."

"That seems pretty cheap. I wouldn't sell my blowjobs for $100 a pop. Even if they're not as good as hers."

"Don't say that. I love your blowjobs, and because they're yours, they'll always be better than anyone's," I told her, stealing a quick kiss.

"How much would you pay, husband mine?" she teased.

I was still feeling a little pissed. "Let's see, in the last month I got 2 blowjobs. You're not cheap to keep you know. Between half of the household cost, your car, your insurance, shopping, hair-care, mani-pedis, eating out, God, you must run me six grand a month easy. Three grand a blowjob, is what I'm paying. Even without the house, it's gotta be at least $1500. Shit, I had no idea your BJs were so damn costly. Kelly really is a bargain!"

Wendy smacked me, just as Kelly walked back in the room. "Should...should I leave?" the sexy little teen asked tentatively.

I patted the bed beside me. "I need you around for the morning, Angel."

Kelly grinned and hopped on the bed, almost bouncing Wendy off. "You guys are better when you're not fighting." She snuggled up next to me, kissing my cheek. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are, you silly slut?"

"Yes, and could you please put some panties on, you teasing little whore? He's just a man, and I don't want you accidentally ending up impaled in the night. I can't believe he's resisted that tight little teen body. You know that's not fair, right?"

"He'd resist me forever. He doesn't love me. I should be so lucky." Still, she slid off the bed, and slipped her thong back on.

Wendy sighed. "Like that covers anything." She got up and dug into her drawer, pulling out a sealed bag. She tossed it across the room. "Brand new."

Kelly peeled off her thong, opened the bag, and pulled on the plain white panties. "Jesus, I feel like I'm back in middle-school," she griped, adjusting them. "Is this what you wear for him? No wonder he came looking for me."

"Kill the light, Angel? And come to bed," I said.

She hit the wall switch, and I felt her cuddle up to me. I was exhausted, and happier than I should have been, after what my wife had done. I held both women against my body, and tried to sleep. It wasn't long before I felt Kelly's slender body shaking, and felt her tears on my shoulder.

"Shh," I whispered, hugging her close.

"Thank you for tonight," she whispered. "I'd almost forgotten how nice normal is."

Wendy's body was trembling, and I heard her soft sobs, as she tried to stifle them. Jesus, two crying women. That's all I needed.

"It's Ok, baby," I whispered, not even sure myself who I was talking to.

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I hope you enjoyed it so far. I've submitted a few chapters at once, so they should probably come out on subsequent days. As always, your votes and comments are welcome and appreciated.