Our three kids are spending a lot of time with their aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents these days. One person they're NOT spending much time with is their daddy. Kent lost his job a few months ago. OK, so maybe that wasn't his fault because the company folded. But his last day at the old job was his last day of work in general. Now he sleeps late, watches a lot of tv and spends hours hanging out
in internet chat rooms. He imagines himself to be an online stock broker and has managed to lose most of our savings in bad trades.
You'd think since he was home all the time now, he would've helped out more with the house work or the kids. Yeah, right . . . In fact, ever since he started being home all day, the only thing he did was make a lot more mess for me to clean up. Plus he put on more than a few pounds and got sloppy. He also stopped showering and brushing his teeth.
I'd been so disgusted by his appearance and his crappy attitude that I'd kicked him out of our bed and banished him to the couch weeks ago. Then I went out and bought myself a new vibrating dildo, took it home and broke it in right away. Let's just say that Kent was definitely missing me more than I was missing him.
I guess that's sort of why everything finally blew up like it did. I really hadn't wanted to, but I'd been forced to take a second job to help pay our mounting bills. I'd been putting in too many hours and I let myself get worn down. I felt like warmed-over dogfuck one morning, but had forced myself to go to work anyway. A few hours later, my boss told me to go home.
When I got there, I noticed an unfamiliar car parked in our driveway, which was odd because Kent didn't exactly have tons of friends. When I entered the house, I half-expected to see him sitting in the kitchen or the living room talking to a salesperson, but there was no one there. Hmmm, how bizarre . . . As I walked down the hall I thought I heard something, so I stopped and listened closely. Yep, there
it was again. I followed the noise down the hall and stopped outside our bedroom. I slowly opened the door.
Ohmigod ! I gasped out loud at the strange sight before my eyes. There was my overweight husband stuffed into my favorite black baby-doll nightie. He was bent over our bed with his big butt stuck up in the air. And standing over Kent and fucking him furiously up the ass was the biggest, hairiest man I'd ever seen. I watched in fascination as the hairy stranger's fat cock disappeared into my husband's butt
over and over again. His big lover was holding him tightly by the hips. They were both moaning heavily. I could tell by Kent's breathing that he was getting ready to cum. His breathing was quick and ragged and he was shoving his ass higher and higher in the air. The big hairy guy began pumping faster and harder and Kent shot a thick load of cum onto my comforter. The big guy continued to pump faster and faster until finally he threw back his head and howled as he pumped a wad of hot cum into my husband's ass.
Then my husband spun around and knelt on the floor in front of the stranger, grabbing his ass and licking the man's thick cock completely clean. Then he began sucking on it. Kent was really into it. I stood there a few more minutes, watching in complete disbelief. Then I grabbed Kent's tennis racket from the corner and burst into the room, swinging it and screaming like a banshee at the top of my lungs.
I smacked him on the ass, on the head, across his back - I wasn't watching and I didn't care. I just wanted him out of my house. The big guy picked up his clothes and shot out of the room. I heard him run down the hall. Then the kitchen door slammed shut, and a few minutes later I heard his car start, then speed away.
Kent looked totally humiliated and absolutely panic-stricken as he stood there in my nightie trying to tell me "it wasn't what it looked like". But something about the situation was obviously arousing him because his penis was stiff as a rod. He looked so ridiculous I had to laugh. I knew I'd never wear it again, so I reached over and ripped my nightie right off his body, leaving him standing
there naked, embarrassed and trying to cover himself. He looked pathetic. He began to cry hysterically, begging me not to tell anybody what I'd seen.
But of course, that's exactly what I was getting ready to do - just as soon as I had a drink - a nice stiff one. Before the hour was up, I'd spoken to his mother, his sisters and his brother - giving them a blow by blow (sorry about the pun) description of what I'd walked in on. They were all more than shocked - not one of them had any idea Kent liked to take it up the butt. I called my relatives, too
- as well as all of our closest friends.
Then I carefully composed an e-mail that I sent to every single person in our address books, including all of his work contacts. It included every last juicy detail - I didn't leave anything out. Then I sent it to all of our neighbors and all the people I'd talked to on the phone, too - just so they could have the pleasure of reading about it, as well as hearing about it - with the suggestion that they
please forward it to anyone they might know that Kent knew.
I confess that I definitely got some deliciously perverse pleasure from the fact that Kent couldn't seem to stop crying. He followed me through the house from room to room, hanging on me - begging and pleading with me to please give him another chance and not destroy his life any further. I loved it. He was still naked. I got my dildo and laid down on the couch. I raised my skirt up to my waist, pulled
my panties off and spread my legs wide apart. My cunt was already wet, so all I had to do was turn on the dildo and shove it in my cunt. Kent was standing and watching as I masturbated. His cock was stiff again. I enjoyed performing for him, rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the dildo as he jerked off. My whole body shook violently as I made myself cum over and over again. When I was finished, I made him kneel in front of me and lick my pussy juices off the dildo, then went to bed. I made him sleep on the
couch. I made myself cum again, this time working a finger in and out of my ass.
I'm only thirty-three - and I don't look bad for someone who's had three kids. I have brown eyes and shoulder length dark brown poker-straight hair. I'm on the thin side, except for my 34 C cup boobs. I'm proud of the fact that they're natural and still fairly firm and high. I have huge pink nipples; really big ones. My belly's flat enough, I guess. So I wasn't surprised at the number of invitations I
found in my inbox from Kent's friends. I sorted through them all and decided to go for drinks with Kent's so-called best friend, Bradly. They'd known each other for more than twenty-five years. Bradly absolutely freaked when he heard Kent was a fudge packer. I thought Bradly was gorgeous - from the first moment I'd laid eyes on him, I'd thought he was hot. I'd flirted with him at a few parties; even kissed him once - with tongue - at a Christmas party when I'd had a little too much to drink.
I excitedly called my sister and told her I had a night of really hot sex lined up and asked her to please go over to the house and pick up our three kids and take them to her house to spend the night. She readily agreed and said she could keep them as long as necessary. Bradley and I had a few more drinks. We were definitely feeling no pain and decided it was time to go back to the house. I couldn't keep
my hands off him. Kent was laying on the couch watching tee vee when we walked into the house arm-in-arm and stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. He got up and followed after us, crying and whining about how sorry he was and how much he loved me and how he just wanted another chance. We entered the bedroom and closed the door behind us. We fell onto the bed laughing and started undressing each other when we realized we weren't alone - that Kent had followed us into the bedroom and was sitting on the floor watching
us, jerking off and crying. Bradley got up and physically pitched Kent out in the hall and locked the door afterwards.
Like I said: I've been wanting Bradly for a long, long time. So being able to finally touch his fine, fine body to my hearts' content was incredibly exciting for me. I literally could not wait to suck him off. I licked up and down the legnth of his big cock, taking each of his balls in my mouth in turn. Then I began sucking greedily. It wasn't long before he was holding my head and fucking my face, shoving
his cock savagely down my throat. We could hear Kent outside in the hall, beating on the door and begging us to please stop - to please let him come in and join the fun. We were both getting off on this. To prove it, Bradley dumped a thick wad of hot gizm down my throat. As I happily licked the last of his cum from my lips, he pushed me backwards on the bed and spread my legs wide apart. Then he buried his head between my thighs and began licking and sucking on my swollen clit. It wasn't very long before I was
moaning uncontrollably and literally screaming with pleasure. Bradly immediately flipped me over on my belly. He reached between my legs and smeared some of the thick slime from my dripping pussy on my asshole. Then he placed the head of his cock up against my well-lubricated asshole and pushed gently until it was inside. I'd had been awhile since I'd had a cock up my butt, and I was unprepared for the momentary pain. I clenched up a little bit, but Bradly started massaging my fat clit and I immediately loosened
up again. Then he grabbed one of my breasts in each hand and started rubbing my nipples. It wasn't long before I was answering each thrust of his cock with one of my own, mashing and grinding my clit into the mattress and making myself nearly cum. And when Bradly started spanking my ass, I thought I was going out of my mind. Sex with Kent had never turned me on like this. Soon I was cumming like crazy and screaming at the top of my lungs. I felt his cock spasm and fill my asshole with hot cum. Bradly was making
his share of noise, too. Then we were covered with sweat and laying there, trying to catch our breath. I might have dozed off for a few minutes; I don't know. Or maybe I passed out; I'm not sure. All I know was that I was floating . . .
And then we heard Kent outside, scratching on the door, still crying. Naked, I got up and walked to the door and unlocked it. When I opened it, he was laying there on the floor - still crying and begging, red-eyed, naked and pathetic. I looked down at him and started laughing, which only made him cry harder and louder.
I thought he needed to hear how truly pathetic he was acting, so I decided to tell him. And once I got started, I couldn't turn it off. I told him how much he disgusted and repulsed me. I told him how totally turned on I'd been while I was fucking Bradly. I told him he'd never even got close to making me cum like that. Then I told him how many of his "friends" were after me since hearing how
I wasn't interested in Kent anymore. I told him I had a date every night for the next two weeks. I also told him I planned on fucking his younger brother. Kent's baby brother had been trying to get in my pants for a long time. I saved the best for last: I laughed as I told him I was going to file for divorce next week. I told him all this while I was squatting down in front of him. My open pussy was about eye-level to him. I could smell the sex oozing from my open cunt - and I was certain Kent could, too. I was
also certain it was torturing him.
I told him I wasn't finished with Bradly - in fact, quite the contrary: I'd just gotten started. I wiggled my open snatch even closer to his face; I was literally centimeters away from it. Then I suggested he go out and find himself a steady supply of stiff gay cock and leave me alone. I stood up and went back into the bedroom, locking the door securely behind me. He howled insanely as he screamed and
smacked his head against the door a couple of times.
Bradly was laying on the bed smiling broadly, stroking his big dick and motioning for me to join him. Yeah ! I didn't have to be asked twice. I ran across the room, dived onto the bed and started licking his nipples. He did the same to me. Then he plunged a finger into my still-wet cunt, and one up my ass. I was happily rocking back and forth, rolling quickly towards a thundering orgasm when he pulled
his fingers out. He lifted me up and sat me down hard on his cock. I started riding it passionately, arching my back and taking it as deep as I could. He grabbed my ass hard and dug his fingers in, bouncing me up and down on his johnson. I knew I'd be bruised in the morning, but I didn't care. All I cared about right now was getting my nut off - and that was about to happen. My hungry cunt was stuffed full of his hard fat cock. He was rolling my stiff nipples between his fingers. Soon I was moaning and hollering
at the top of my lungs. Outside the door, Kent's noises escalated along with our own. Bradly moaned loudly several times and pumped my pussy full of creamy cum. I couldn't believe it, but I was having another massive, thundering, mind-blowing orgasm - and I hadn't even caught my breath from the first one yet. This was incredible. I was loving it. Sex had never been so good !
We lay there resting in each other's arms for a few minutes, then Bradly said he could use a cold beer and was going to the kitchen to get us a couple of Heinekens and some sandwiches and chips. He strolled over to the door, unlocked it and walked out into the hall. Kent was laying on the floor and sobbing like a little girl. He was completely and utterly whipped. Bradly laughed as he walked around him
on his way to the kitchen. I got up and walked to the door and stood there looking down at him and playing with my big nipples until Bradly returned. I'd never seen a more pathetic man than my soon-to-be-ex-husband laying there in the floor sniveling. Bradly stepped over him as he entered the bedroom. I closed and locked the door after him.
It wasn't long before Kent's desperate wails filled the air again. Bradly and I both agreed hearing him cry like that was a real turn-on. We decided to fuck now and eat later . . .