The Phone Call

The Phone Call

Copyrighted by Hugh Doubt 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 1

“I’m going to fuck your wife,” the voice on the phone said.  “Tonight!”  A glance at the clock told me it was past 8 o’clock.

“What!”  I could not believe what I was hearing!  “Who the fuck is this?” I demanded.

“And I’m going to fuck her little married cunt all night tonight and all day tomorrow and all tomorrow night and all day Sunday and then send her back to you full of my cum!  She loves to coo and wriggle while I fuck her.  But you haven’t taught her how to suck cock yet.  Don’t worry, she’ll be a pro before the weekend’s out.”

I hung up.  Who ever it was, his voice was deep and resonant.  It certainly sounded like he knew her, my wife, she refuses to ever put my dick in her little pristine mouth, but who knows?  Any crackpot can say such things.  His voice held certainty, and a contained a taunting belligerence meant to make me feel his words deeply.   My wife had certainly not given any hint, any indication that she was going to meet a lover instead of going to her god damned conference in Atlanta.  How dare she? 

Why?  Why would she do such a thing?  We had made love twice that evening before she left.  What had I screwed up to cause her to seek sex outside our marriage?  I admit that I have no clue why women do anything, and especially not why they decide to have an affair.  It could not be because we didn’t have sex enough, could it?  I mean we have sex at least twice a day, sometimes more.  Never less.  She periodically would complain that I wanted it too much in fact.  Way too much she said once.

I mean it’s not like she didn’t cum.  She came every time we made love.  I think.  At least I think she cums … every time.  Was that a deception too?  She acts like she comes.  Maybe she was faking it.

I sat staring at a football game through blurry eyes that I had no idea what the score was anymore. 

The damned phone rang again.  Maybe it was her?  What if it was HIM again?  What if it was the fucking asshole fucking my wife?

Shit!

The phone number prefix was where my wife was supposed to be while at her conference.  But then he would be there too if he was going to FUCK MY FUCKING WIFE!

SHIT!

I couldn’t stop myself from answering it. 

“Hello?”  I hated how my voice sounded tentative, defeated.

“Well I’ve got my dick in her right now!  She used to be tight but not now. Her cunt is all stretched out!”  He hung up before I could reply.

She knows I know!  She was part of tormenting me!  ‘WHY!!!?????’ my mind screamed.

I shut off the stupid football game and crept to my bed, OUR bed, the bed we bought together because it was the one she wanted.  Temperpedic she had called it.  Easier on my knees while we made lo…. while we fucked.  I could not stop myself from wondering if he had already fucked her in it.

I went to the guest bedroom and pulled the covers back, looking for cum stains in case she at least had enough respect for our marriage to let him fuck her in there instead of in our room.  I did NOT want to sleep in his god damned cum.  I didn’t see anything except clean pristine sheets.  No hairs on the pillows.  I shucked off my clothes and climbed into bed, then realized the light switch was clear across the room.  “FUCK!”  I got back out of bed and walked over, flipped off the light and turned to face an unfamiliar room.  What was there for me to trip over in here?

I flipped the light back on to check out my travel route just as the fucking phone rang again.  I tried not to answer, but my feet simply walked to the phone in our Master Bedroom beside our Temperpedic bed, and my hand reached for it. 

I felt my bowels get loose and squishy, but I simply couldn’t stop myself from answering it.  This time I had the intestinal fortitude not to say ‘Hello’ at least.  Small consolation, but it was something.

His voice was victorious now.  “Well I came inside your wife twice already.  Great little body and wonderful cunt!  I am getting ready to fuck her ass now.  She tells me she never lets you fuck her up her ass, so I guess you have no idea what that feels like.  She cums so dammed easily.  Have you noticed?  OH!  She says that’s not true when you fuck her.  She  …. What slut?”  He was silent for a few seconds while I heard what sounded like a female voice, but I could barely hear what was said.  Then he chuckled.  “She says you’ll never know what her asshole feels like.”  He was silent again while the female voice spoke in the background again.  He laughed again.  “Your wife says my prick is twice as long as yours and three times as thick, so that’s why she can cum so easily with me, but has such a hard time with you.”  The god dammed fucker hung up again.

I was furious.  I was mad at my wife for fucking around on me, but more than that, I was furious that she would have her lover call and taunt me, humiliate me, make it obvious that she despised me.

I collapsed on the bed as I sobbed in humiliated remorse. 

I don’t remember sleeping.  But the phone woke me up.  I looked at the clock: 3:00 AM.

“WHAT!” I bellowed into the phone.

“Just letting you know your wife is smiling in her sleep after I fucked her for the sixth time.  You ought to see all the cum running out of her cunt.  She tells me I cum ten times as much as you do.  No wonder you don’t have any kids!  Well, she tells me she is fertile this weekend, so you’ll have a baby to raise now, little dick!”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?  I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” I screeched at the top of my voice.

Seemingly unfazed, he went on, “And yes, I have noticed that cute little brown mole near the bottom of her left cunt lip, just in case you’re wondering if this is for real.  I watch it every time I fuck her from behind, and while I fuck her tight little barely brown asshole.  I make her keep her wedding rings on, and I make her dip them in my cum every time after I fuck her.  She’s getting better at sucking dick and even admits my cum tastes good to her.  She already likes it when she’s deep throated.” 

The fucking asshole hung up again.

Chapter 2

I lay there seething, staring at the dark ceiling, debating whether I should kill her when she gets home or just have all her shit on the front steps with the locks changed; maybe both, sequentially, sort of a two for one special on revenge.  I began to devise horrible ways to make her suffer as she was bleeding out after I stabbed her with the kitchen knife.  Why the hell was I using the freaking kitchen knife?  My morbid fantasies got so graphic and vicious that I horrified even myself. 

Then I started crying.  I didn’t mean to, but I did.  I know men aren’t supposed to cry.  But I began to sob; I had no choice in the matter.  I began to think about how life would be without her in my life.  Then I thought about how life would be with her still in my life, but knowing she was cheating on me.  After some time, I came to the realization that I was fucked if I tried to stay with her because I would never be able to trust her again; and I was fucked without her because of how wonderful our life had been together.  Up until now at least.  Oh sure we had our moments, all couple do, but she never carried a grudge and forgave me my eccentricities and faults.  I had never met another woman as supportive and intelligent and giving as her.  I sobbed even louder.  I think I was wailing.

And the goddamned phone rang again.  4:00 o’clock on the dot.  He was truly bating me.  I decided not to answer. 

The fucking answering machine picked it up.  After the welcome message the voice growled, “Hey little dickey, we know you can hear us.  Listen up; you can hear my huge dick fucking your wife’s stretched out cunt.”  He stopped talking but I could indeed hear something similar to what a cock fucking a cunt might sound like.  I heard the moaning coos of a woman in the background with each slamming penetration of her well-fucked cunt.  The noises got louder until I heard her cumming louder.  Never in our marriage had my wife made noises like that when I made love to her.  All of a sudden the sounds of female-cumming stopped.  I still heard the sounds of a cock continuing to fuck a cunt though.  “She’s passed ’cause my huge dick fucked her so good, understand you pathetic little dickey,” he panted into the answering machine; then I heard male grunts of ejaculation that lasted for far longer than mine ever did.  Then silence, replaced a few moments later by the sounds of snoring in two separate octaves.

I started crying again as I listened to them sleeping after fucking each other.  After a bit I got up, turned on the light, went to my office and found the tape recorder that had a phone hookup on it.  I knew the little machine was voice activated, so I connected it to the phone in my office.  I shut off the answering machine and let the recorder continue to record the sounds of their sleep. 

Something had happened in my soul when I decided to take that action.  I felt calmer, more reasoned.  After I had recorded about five minutes of the snoring I hung the phone receiver back up and went back to bed.

This time I slept.  My sleep was filled with dreams of frustration, an everlasting agitated inability to accomplish what I wanted to do, but I did sleep.  And when I awakened a few hours later, my mind was much more logical.  I felt like I could go on.

I got no more phone calls from Atlanta until that afternoon.  In the mean time I talked to my attorney on my office phone.  He gave me the number for a good divorce lawyer.  I grimaced as I reminded myself that the word ‘good’ should never be linked to the word ‘lawyer”.  I decided I would contact “my new lawyer” first thing on Monday when her offices opened.  Her reputation was that she practiced divorce law as a vicious saber-toothed carnivore.  I smiled at that vivid description.  I visualized a saber-toothed tiger with my wife’s cheating ass in its jaws, shaken it violently as her lifeblood started spurting in all directions.  I smiled again.  I liked that image.

Early in the afternoon, about 1:00 o’clock, I got an email from a Yahoo account.  It attracted my attention because I rarely got email from a Yahoo account on my business email.  I had a bad feeling about it, but I opened it anyway.  It was a picture of a huge black prick in full erection, gushers of cum spurting out of its tip.  Under the picture was “This is the cock fucking your wife blind.  She tells me this morning she is too sore to fuck any more, and I told her no way, I still had twenty four hours of fucking left before I send her back home to you.  So I will tell you now, when she gets home she will be way to sore to let you fuck her stretched out cunt even with that tiny dicklette of yours.”

My god that cock was huge!  He wasn’t kidding when he said my cock was smaller than his.  His had to be at least twelve inches long and as big as a champagne bottle.  And he was right that my wife’s cunt would never be the same again after having that ginormous thing in it.  I’d get tired just packing that much meat around in my drawers.  I could park my cock sideways in a cunt stretched that big. 

I was glad that I had started the process of divorce.  Who would want a wife that had a cunt stretched that big?  Good sex would certainly be a thing of the past.

No, I was headed in the right direction now, that much I was now sure of.  I looked at the picture of the monster black penis in detail.  My god what a prick!  I felt sympathy, not jealousy.  Maybe my soon to be ex-wife had taken pity on him.  Not many women would allow that monster inside them, especially if they were cheating on their husbands.  The evidence would be too obvious!

The Phone Call *3

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 3

About 5:00 that evening, another call.  I was a little more settled by then.  Maybe because I knew what I was going to do about my slut, cheat, fuck whore, ass-butt lying soon to be ex-wife.  I decided to take the initiative.  “How much did you pay her pimp to get her for a whole weekend?  Did she tell you she has AIDs?” I screamed into the phone.  There was a slight silence, then the asshole started laughing.  Apparently putting his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, he seemed to repeat what I had said.  I heard what might have been giggling and a muted conversation.  Then the sounds on the phone got louder as he removed his hand from the mouthpiece.

“Listen up pencil dick,” he said.  “I’m going to take your slutty little wife out to a bar tonight where I will pimp her out to anyone that will pay a hundred bucks to fuck her ass.  Lots of black guys’ll be there and I know they’ll all want a piece of her sexy tight white ass.”  He hung up.

I panicked.  My resolve evaporated as I feared for her wellbeing.  I tried to remind myself that what happened to her made no difference to me anymore, I was dumping her.  But I still kept worrying.  I tried to call her cell, but I got no answer.  I didn’t leave a message.  I felt stupid and weak and scared all at the same time.  I heaved my guts out in the toilet.  Three times.

After I calmed down a little bit, I decided to go play some pool to pass the time and get my nerves to settle down by not thinking about what was happening to me, to my marriage, to my soon to be ex-wife.  I should have done something that took less concentration and patience.  I got bounced by both the local pool hustler and the bouncer at the bar.  So I found a place to watch a movie.  Something about werewolves or some such thing.  It was awful.  I think. 

I got home about midnight.  No messages.  I showered to get the smell of cigarette smoke off of me and flipped on the TV while I brought up my email.

The first email was a picture of some black dude with a monster cock fucked into a white pussy.  The woman was wearing a little black dress that I may have recognized as the one I bought my wife for Christmas last year.  The shot was taken close enough and at just the right angle to capture the woman’s cunt and to be able to see a mole on her left cunt lip.  At the bottom of the picture was the note, “A two thousand dollars and counting night!  She can really suck cocks good now!”

It suddenly hit me just how malicious this man and my wife were being.  Their bile aimed at me was unfathomable.  I could think of no reason for my wife being that pissed at me.  I grabbed some PJs and her sleeping pill bottle and drove to a nearby motel and slept there.  I took a couple of my wife’s sleeping pills and was amazed at how well they worked.  I woke up at three that afternoon!

Now I had a real decision to make.  Did I drive to the airport and pick the damned slut-cunt up or did I make her find her own way home?  I realized that I had left my cell phone at home, so I had no idea if she had called.  The airport was a half hour away, so I had to decide soon if I was going to make the trip.

I decided fuck it.  Let her find her own way home.  She could give the damn cab driver a blowjob and a fuck to pay for it.  So I checked out of the motel and went home.  The Packers were playing the Vikings, so at least I could scream at both teams equally.

She walked in the door during the fourth quarter, about two minutes remaining.  The game wasn’t even close.  Favre had eaten the Pack for lunch.  Whatever!

I felt her stand behind me for a few minutes.  I ignored her.  Finally, after the game was over, in an injured and hurt voice, she said, “Hon, what’s up?  I thought you were going to pick me up.  Did I get that mixed up?”

I ignored her.  She stood there for a few more minutes, then walked around in front of me and stood looking at me.  I kept watching the after-game show.  Finally she bent over and kissed my forehead then went down the hall to the bedroom. 

I could hear the “SNAP!” of her suitcase latches and then the staticky sounds of clothing being hung up.  I decided she had done all of her showering in Atlanta, or wherever the hell she went to get royally fucked.  After a bit she walked back down the hallway and turned into the kitchen.  Soon the smells of cooking were obvious. 

These was not the actions I was expecting from her.  I heard the water boiling, then she hit the answering machine and listened to the messages.  About the third message was the first one from asshole pimp that I had recorded the day before.  She listened to it twice more.  She walked to the doorway leading to the family room from the kitchen and asked, “What is that about, hon?”

I couldn’t maintain any longer and screamed, “WELL YOU SHOULD SURE AS FUCK KNOW!  HE’S YOUR GODDAMNED PIMP!”

My soon to be ex-wife gasped, seemed to sway, then leaned against the doorframe as she emitted gasping sobs. 

The Phone Call *4

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 4

My soon to be ex wandered around the house that whole evening as if she were in a daze.  She looked at me from time to time, as though she was sure she had just woken up from a bad dream.  But the look of utter hatred on my face instantly re-convinced her I was in no mood to talk.  As she had through out the rest of our marriage, she bided her time, waiting for my mood to improve.

Without even asking, she accurately read my desire for her to sleep in the guest room that night. 

The next morning I was up early.  I was tired of lying sleepless in the bed anyway, so I went to breakfast, read the paper, even reading a bit on my book.  Then even before the attorney’s office opened I was sitting outside hoping against hope I could get in first thing.  I had all of the recordings on my little phone recorder with me. 

I was in luck!  She had an appointment cancel and I got right in.  I explained the reason for my visit and the hell I went through all weekend due to my wife’s cheating wickedness and infidelity.  Turns out that the law in my state doesn’t give a damn if your wife fucks around on you!  She gets half of everything regardless how many men she fucked!  What the HEYAL!

That really pissed me off!  I instructed the attorney to get me divorce papers as soon as possible.  I was informed that I was within my rights to ask her to move out, but would have to wait until the divorce was completed before I would know if I would actually get the house and my things.  She told me that I might have to sell the house and split the profit with my ex.  In the current economic climate, we would not get more than ten cents on the dollar if we even found a buyer at any price.  This was not a good time for the splitting of real estate assets it seems.

My day got worse.  My boss called and told me he needed me to go out of town for about two weeks.  FUCK!!!!

I decided to simply leave my whole thing up in the air while I was gone out of town and then simply serve her the papers as soon as I got back.  I was packed, out of the house, and well on the road by the time my soon to be ex got home that night.  She tried to call me about fifty times that evening.  I had left no note, so she was unaware I had to go out of town.  I got a lot of satisfaction in knowing the slut-cunt was uncomfortable.

For the first week I was gone, she called several times in the morning before she went to work and then about every hour each evening.  I finally turned my cell off when I went to bed and got some sleep.  I deliberately didn’t listen to any messages from her.

That Friday night I decided what the hell, I might as well go out and start getting used to my life as a single man.  One of the guys in the remote office was also single and he took charge of choosing where we would go. He introduced me to some hot single women and I ended up dancing most of the night with this gorgeous well racked sex bomb. 

And on my god did she love to fuck!  We had sex most of the night; I came four times and I have no clue how many times she came.  It had to be somewhere in the fifties though.  Good god did she love to cum!  She was one of those squirters and she taught me how to get her to squirt every time she came.  I had to put my dick in exactly the right place, but if I did, HELLO!  Hang on and enjoy the ride!  And what a rack she had, my god, she loved for me to chew her nipples and her cunt lips.  She loved it when I grabbed her nipples when I was fucking her doggy and yank them around as I rammed her cunt.  I was in heaven all night.  And the next day.  And the next night. 

She taught me how to get her to give BJs to others around the bar room table.  She taught me how much she loved to have her gorgeous world-class set of hooters shown off to any man around.  I mean, she loved it when I would literally pull her top down and motion for other men to fondle her big ole firm tits and suck on her nips!  She ended up inviting three other men to go home that night with us to her place.  She said she loves to have a cock in each hole and one waiting for nexts.  Being single was turning out to be incredibly wonderful!  I checked out of the motel and moved in with her for the rest of the time I was in town.  She fucked me into the ground!  After I met her I was dragging cock every single day.  She thankfully invited men home every night so that took some of the pressure off of my libido.

She even woke me up a little early on the last morning to give me one last fuck and a good ball drenching squirting.  So much better than any screw I had ever had with the whore that was at home. 

I went straight to my attorney’s office when I got back in town, and picked up the divorce papers.  I gave them to her when she walked thought the door that night. Her face looked so happy to see me, until I gave them papers to her.  Then she burst into tears as soon as she read the top line indicating that she was being sued for divorce.  She collapsed on the floor in the front hallway and stayed there sobbing for a full hour before she finally got her ass back up off the floor and went into the bedroom. 

Turns out she was already packed!

She left her new address and phone number at her sister’s house, and a note that read:

‘My Darling Husband.

I have no idea why you are so upset and angry with me.  But obviously it is something you feel very strongly about.  I have decided to go stay with my sister and give you some space.  I hope you can get to a point where you can talk about what has made you so angry.

Honey, I still love you so much.  I am not aware of anything I have done to cause you such pain and anger.  I would welcome sitting down with you, or even with you and a marriage councilor, and talk about what has happened that has caused your pain and anger.

I will meet with you alone, or with the counselor anytime that is good for you.  I have no preconditions to our talks. 

I do not want to lose you baby.  I love you with all my heart.  I will make any change in my life that you ask for so that you can again love me.

I love you with all my heart and will for the rest of my life.

Your loving wife,’

Well, that made me feel guilty as hell.  It pissed me off too.  How dare she say such things when she had just been in Atlanta with a man that fucked her over and over and then pimped her out all night to anyone that paid for her?  I mean, COME ON!  How could she write such things and expect me to believe her?  SHIT!  I had the recordings to prove it too!  What kind of fool did she think I was anyway?

I seriously thought about going back up to shack up with my big titted sex bomb honey I had spent the previous week with.  I got a hard on thinking about how she squirted and came over and over.  God what a woman!  My balls were still empty from all the sex we had.

What the hell, I decided; I would go out on the town in my town and see if I could find another hot lover like that.

And I did.  This whole thing was far better than the conservative fuckings I got at home.  This little chickie also loved taking cocks in all holes!  Her tits weren’t as big, but they were perfectly formed and perky as all get out!  What had I been missing the whole time I was married to that devious slut wife that only wanted conservative shit in bed?  I could not help but wonder if my soon to be ex had been fucking around our whole marriage and deliberately refusing sex to me.  She was obviously doing the kinky stuff with her lovers and leaving me the dry bread. 

My new lover even took me to glory hole place and sucked off about ten cocks, half of them black, while I watched her doing her slutty thing.  My kind of woman!  My wife would have slapped my face if I suggested she even touch the jeans of another man’s crotch!

And it wasn’t just her, my new lover.  Her friends all loved to fuck and her female friends all loved to eat her out and even doing lesbian stuff right in front of me.  Then they would allow me to fuck them as much as I wanted to.  I fucked more women in that next week than I had fucked in my whole life times ten!  SHIT!  This is the life!  These women NEVER said ‘No’ to sex!

Before I knew it the divorce date was upon me!  My attorney called me one day about a week before the divorce signing and asked me to come in to see her.  When I got there, she took out the recorder that I had gotten all the tell tale damaging voice recordings on.  She looked at me and then said, “As you know, I did a deposition on your wife.  I want you to listen to this recording before we move forward.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay.”

My attorney pushed the play button.

The Phone Call *5

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 5

My attorney pushed the button on the recorder.  I heard the recorder say, again, “She’s passed out ’cause my huge dick fucked her so good; you understand you pathetic little dickey?” and then the sounds of him fucking his cum up my passed out wife’s gaping stretched out cunt, complete with his male macho grunts of cumming while he spurted his cum up her supposedly fertile womb.

I couldn’t help noticing that my attorney had just licked her lips, then bit her bottom lip, her nostrils flared as though she thought it was hot that she was listening to my wife getting fucked.  She had a nice pair of ta-tas and I watched her nipples get hard.  I was half disgusted and half intrigued.  My dick twitched a bit watching my attorney getting turned on.

Then we listened to people snoring.  My attorney pressed fast-forward as she watched the counter.  Suddenly she pressed the ‘play’ button again.  That easily recognizable male voice was laughing with some body.  The other person seemed to be a female. 

My attorney explained, “This is almost an hour later than when he last, ah, used her.  I have deposed your wife, so I know what her voice sounds like, even on tape.  Listen to this voice and tell me if you think this is your wife’s voice.”

The man and woman were laughing like crazy, making fun of how angry I was and the idiotic crap I was screaming at him. 

The woman said, “You are doing such a great job of getting his goat!  I hope he divorces that damned bitch!  I really hope so.  She doesn’t deserve him, number one, and she got the job I was supposed to have, number two.  So fuck that damned bitch!  I hope she commits suicide when he leaves her!” 

It wasn’t my wife’s voice.

I suddenly felt like I had fallen through a hole in the floor and was in free fall through cold air from a tall building.  My mind went blank, black actually.  I could no longer see.  My head was swirling around like I was in a spinning tornado.

When I woke back up, there were paramedics leaning over me.  I was on the floor of my attorney’s office.  I tried to sit up, but they held me down, telling me to relax for awhile.  They kept poking me and opening my eyelids and looking in my eyes and shining some dumb, irritating flashlight in my eyes. 

As I lay there, I suddenly remembered what had just happened.  I had just found out that I had falsely accused my wife of cheating on me.  I had been hoodwinked and swindled into believing my wife had cheated on me. 

Nah!  I had to admit my own culpability.  I had not given my wife any benefit of the doubt what so ever.  And here I was poised to divorce her, when SHE was NOT the one who had done me wrong. 

And ever since I kicked her out, I had been out fucking around like crazy, doing even worse than I had thought she was doing. 

I groaned in bleak remorse.  ‘Oooooh god, what have you done, you stupid idiot?  You are worse than you ever thought she was!  You are the one fucking around on your spouse, by how many women in the past few months?’ I asked myself.  I couldn’t even begin to guess.

I started crying right in front of everyone. 

The paramedics took me to hospital saying I had had a concussion and that I needed to be watched overnight.

Just great!  More time to lay in bed and insult and castigate my own idiot fucked-up self.  I was more mortified than I had ever been.  Hell, I was more mortified than I thought was physically possible for anyone in the world.

The Phone Call *6

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 6

When I woke up, she was sitting there watching me.  “Oh god,” I said instinctively, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah,” she replied, her head down, staring at her hands in her lap.  Finally she looked up at me.  She wasn’t crying, nor did she look pissed off at me.  She was just sitting there watching me, her eyes neither accusing nor forgiving.

My vitals monitor must have alerted the nurse because within seconds she was there fiddling with stuff.  She checked my pupils and did other stuff, then said, “The doctor will be here in about a half hour and will quite likely release you from the hospital.”  With that pronouncement, the nurse was gone.

So I lay there trying to figure out what to say to my wife that I had so horribly mistrusted.  Finally, in a neutral voice I said, “Where do we go from here?”

She sat there for a few moments as her mind pureed the situation.  “Where do you want to go?” she asked, her voice a monotone.

“I still love you.” I finally volunteered.

“I still love you too,” she said without hesitation.  She still had not smiled, not even a flicker of an upward curl at the corners of her mouth.

“We need to talk,” I said, knowing that was the most stupid thing I had said yet.

“Yes, we do,” she replied with no inflection in her voice.

“I’m so sorry ...” I started to say.

She cut me off, “I know, but that’s not what we need to talk about.”

“I AM sorry,” I started again.

“I know, but that’s not what we need to talk about.  I can understand how you were so sure I had done what that guy said.  I listened to the tapes too.  And I know you now know I didn’t do those things.”  She seemed to be still trying to say something.

I waited.

“With him,” she finished.

I started crying.  Huge sobbing gasps of air as I sobbed.  I could not breath I was crying so hard.  She might forgive me for what I had done!  It was too good to be true!

“Just for the record,” she said. Then her voice had turned deadly ferocious. “Just for the record I recognize the voice of the woman, the fucking bitch that did that to us.” 

I turned on my side and looked directly at her.  “Really?  Who is it?” I asked, blown away by how this whole thing was coming down.  I had no idea if my wife still wanted to be married to me.  But I got the subtle sense that there was still a whole shit pot full of crap to come yet.  And she had used the ‘F’ word!  That was a first.

She sat there looking at her fists balled into a tight white grip of anger.  “My best … well what I thought was my best friend.”  She sat there, now obviously close to tears.  “We have been best fri…what I THOUGHT was best friend, for over ten years.  Now I find out she hates me enough to do that to me.  To us.”

“I could kill that fucking bitch!” I uttered vehemently.  I expected remonstration with my choice of words.  My wife always hated it when I swore.

“I think we SHOULD kill that fucking bitch!” my wife replied without hesitation.

Blow me off this bed with a feather!

Her voice went tight and her face went white, “No; that would be too good for her.  I think we should destroy her life first, then give her the pills for her to end it all with.  And do it so she never knows it’s us!  THAT FUCKING CUNT SLUT COCK SUCKING BASTARD BITCH!”  My wife’s chest was heaving with emotion, a seething hatred evident in her posture as well as in her strained voice.  I had never ever seen this side of my wife.

“Okay, let’s do it honey!” I chipped in, dead serious.

“Don’t call me honey. At least not until after we have talked,” she spat back at me.

“I thought we are talking,” I ventured, not comprehending with where this was going.  Those flaming swear words were the first my sedate wife had ever uttered, in my hearing at least, and I was past flustered by it.

“No, we have to really talk.  We have to really REALLY talk.”  She burst into tears.

“I don’t get it,” I finally admitted to her.

“I know.  Believe me, I know,” she said in a tremulous, spit choked voice.  She was still sobbing, her snot running clear down to her chin, mixing with her tears.

I decided I would just wait until I had a clue about where all this was going.

After about five minutes, her sobs had quieted a bit.  Suddenly she looked at me and blurted out, “I have fucked 37 men in all of my holes ever since you kicked me out.  I have done all the things that voice on the phone said he was doing to me.  I have fucked black cocks and let them cum in my whore’s cunt.  I have sucked them off.  They have fucked my ass.  I have had three men inside me at once.  I have begged for more cocks to fuck me.  I am the worst slut you can imagine.  I have let men PAY ME TO FUCK ME!”  She was screaming now.

The nurse almost walked in just then but instead did an abrupt U-turn and scurried off down the hall.

“SAY SOMETHING HONEY!  SAY SOMETHING!” my wife screamed at me, her eyes full of fear at what I might now do since her vile deeds were exposed.

I stuttered, then choked, then coughed trying to get my misdirected spit out of my lungs. 

My wife was sobbing again; she sank to her knees, sliding off the chair, her face buried in her hands.

I am ashamed to admit that the first thing I thought was that I would let her take the blame for doing what I had done as well. 

I think that was the instant when I actually grew up.  Relieved that I had decided to be honest, I heard my own mouth say, “So have I honey.  So have I.”  I don’t think my wife heard me at first.  Or maybe it was just not what she was expecting to hear.  But it took her several minutes to finally look at me.  I was staring right in her eyes when she finally looked at me again.  I suspect my face was as white and vulnerable as hers had been only moments earlier.

I could see her struggling with what that meant. 

Just then the doctor walked in on us. 

The Phone Call *7

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 7

Our conversation that had been rudely interrupted by the doctor when he walked in seemed as though it didn’t’ want to get started again.  My wife was of course the one driving me home.  My head felt like a thundering polo game had been played inside. 

I couldn’t bring myself to put aside my vulnerability to ask her straight out if she was willing to forego the finalization of our divorce.  I had severely hurt her; that I knew without any shadow of doubt.  Was she willing to forgive my bullheaded misguided and cruel idiocy? 

Frankly to find out that she had done what I had done, in other words fuck our genitals off, was both an awful torture and a vast relief.  To be honest the doctor coming in just then had saved me from an extreme embarrassment.  My god, how could her telling me those things, how she had been used in such a blatant manner turn me on? 

My wife stopped at a stoplight, then, looking straight ahead, said softly, “You had an erection when I told you that I did that with all those men.”  It was a statement, not a question.  There was a little scintilla of wonder in her statement.

I could feel my face flush red-hot.

“You were, weren’t you?” she prodded, unwilling to let it drop.

I didn’t answer.  I couldn’t answer her.

At the next stoplight she put her hand on my dick then giggled when she felt its rigidity.  “Did it turn you on that I fucked those men, or was it that I used bad language?”  She felt my dick throb in my pants.  “It’s both isn’t it?”

She drove on after the car behind us honked to remind her the light had turned green.

Her inquisitive hand was still fondling me, and I was not removing her hand.  She began to run her fingernails along its length.  I could feel something in my underwear turn wet.  Apparently it seeped through my trousers because her hand started sampling the moistness.  “Your cock is seeping precum!” she said, a trace of wonder and excitement edging her voice. 

She thought for a mile or so.  Then she briefly looked at me.  There were tears on her cheeks.  “Thank you sweetheart,” she said, a deep smile of affection softening her mouth.  “Honestly, it made me wet when you admitted you had fucked around on me too.  I was visualizing all those men fucking my holes and I could actually see you as one of them enjoying my naked wet body.  In fact I’m getting wet right now just thinking of all those gorgeous cocks emptying their sperm into my wet cunt.”  She shuddered slightly, her fluttering eyelids fighting to stay open.  Her hips made two sharp distinct forward thrusts.  She gasped as her chest heaved.  “Oh god I just came just thinking about you watching me getting fucked royally and deep and ….. hard and ……” She shuddered again, this time her eyes closing fully.  I grabbed for the steering wheel and took over the steering as her shuddering continued, then slowed as her eyes fought to reopen.

“God, I just came really hard honey!”  She was breathing in loping gasps.  I could see her full tits rising and falling under her blouse.  She drove on for another few miles as she came down off her cumming.  After a few minutes she took a deep breath, as though she had screwed up her courage in order to ask me something.  “Honey?”

I waited but she didn’t go on.  Her hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“Honey?” she said again. 

I grunted.  I had a feeling I knew what she was trying to get up the gumption to say.  I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that big a change in our lives.  I lucidly remembered my agonizing feelings when I thought she was fucking around on me.  But damn my cock was hard!  Her hand on it was only a part of the reason.  I was honest enough with myself to admit that.  She squeezed it four times, probably to reassure herself it was still hard, but also to reassure herself that I was turned on by the idea of her cunt getting fucked by all those men.

“Honey?” she said the third time.

“What?” I asked. 

She sat, silent, clearly still trying to figure out where our relationship was now, and how to say what she wanted to say without making things worse.  “Hon, I need to ask you something and it is only to see where you are right now about all that is happening, or, maybe I should say what has happened, past tense.”  She stopped talking as I watched her face filtering out what my silence now meant.  I saw her face take on what I had learned in the years we were married was a ‘damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead’ look.

“Honey, I know how much you like sex.  And I know I have not been as …” she stopped in search of the right words “…attentive as I could have been in the past.  But let me explain why. I hope I can explain this so you can understand what I was feeling.  See, I was taught by my mother that a woman should be in control of the household.  Mother taught me that part of maintaining control of the household is getting control of my husband’s sex drive.  I was taught to control when we had sex.  I was taught to be disgusted by overt sexuality.  I was taught that a good wife didn’t have sex all that often.  Stupid, I know.  Well, at least I know now.  When I was…” she had the decency to blush “…fucking all those guys in all my holes…” she shuddered in orgasm again. 

I took the wheel until she stilled.  I could see the dark spot growing on my trousers leg even in the muted light of the car.  Her hand had been jerking on my rock hard cock shaft while she came.

“FUCK!” she blurted.  She pulled the wheel of the car over and stopped the car on a dirt road, then voraciously pulled my zipper down, dug out my hard-on and started to suck me.  It took about two seconds.  She came as I exploded down what used to be her virgin throat.  Her lips were tight to my belly; she had my whole cock down her throat.  My eyes as wide as the Mississippi river, I collapsed back onto the back of my seat gasping for air.  I had never ever cum so hard in my entire life. 

Her head lay on my lap, her mouth gently, ever so softly suckling on my softening, spent penis.  Her face looked like that of an angel.  She looked so peaceful and content that I could not stop myself from lovingly, gently caressing her face, softly moving her hair off her sweat slickened forehead. 

Just then a car pulled in behind us and honked.

The Phone Call *8

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 8

My wife giggled around my dick when she heard the car that had pulled up behind us honk its horn.  “I am going to keep sucking on your cock baby.  Motion to whoever is in the car and see if some guy comes up and then we’ll see if he wants a BJ too, OK?”  She squealed happily when my cock suddenly started to harden again.  “I think my sweet darling husband likes his new wife doesn’t he?  Do you want to change my name so that I am to be a slut when you call me by my new name and a staid conservative wife when you call me my old name?” 

I was hard as a rock in seconds.  I realized that I really liked my “new wife’s” indecently sexual personality. 

I rolled down the window and beckoned to whoever was behind us.  I watched over my shoulder as the door opened on the other car.  A man got out.  I didn’t see anyone else in the car with him.  He hesitantly came to my window and looked down at my wife’s face filled with my hard penis.  I felt her grin around my hard on.  She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, “Want a blow job?  They are free today.  My husband has already cum and I really need more cumms in my tummy.  Or you can fuck me if you prefer!” 

The guys eyes stared at my wife’s gorgeous face greedily sucking on my rock cock as I sensed his trouser front grow.  I heard him mumble.  I think he said, “God it has been months since I got to fuck my wife.  You sure you don’t mind buddy?”  He might have said ‘years’.

That was a question I had not yet decided the answer to.  So I shrugged my shoulders and opened the door.  I got out and he got in.  My wife’s mouth gave up my cock begrudgingly. 

My new wife quickly set about freeing the stranger’s penis.  She grinned when she finally got it in her hand.  She looked at him and said, “Or of course you can both get a BJ AND fuck me if you want to!”  By the time the last word had come out of her mouth his dick was buried deep in her throat. 

“Oh my god this feels good,” he moaned through clenched teeth.  “It been so long since I came in a woman!  My wife refuses to have sex any more.  She gets so pissed off when I ask!  And she never would suck my dick.” 

He must have said ‘years’.

‘Neither did my wife, at least until a few months ago,’ I thought.  I could see his face already getting tense.  I knew he was already getting close.  My own cock was inexplicably dripping wet slimy stuff. 

He grunted, then groaned, then started mumbling incoherent words.  His dick was still buried to the hilt in my wife’s throat.  He started jerking like a bucking horse as he emptied his pent up sperm into my wife’s eager mouth.  My wife started shuddering.  I tried to remember how many times she had already cum since we started home after I got out of hospital.  ‘I think that makes four times,’ I thought.  ‘Lets see, two while she was driving, and then once when she blew me, and now one while she is blowing this stranger.’  I think I had it right. 

My wife was still suckling softly on his penis, like she had been with me when this guy pulled up and honked at us.  She pulled him out of her mouth and said, “Play with my tits and cunt so you get hard again so you can fuck my slutty cunt, okay?”

He looked at me and again I shrugged my shoulders.  What else could I do?  The slime was dripping continuously out of my rigid pulsing dick now.  My cock clearly loved my new wife!  My wife pulled her shirt off and unstrapped her bra, then pulled her panties down and left them all lying on the floorboard.  Her panties were translucent, soggy with her wetness.  She never lost his dick out of her mouth the whole time she got naked.  His hands went to work, massaging her gorgeous titties and putting one finger up my wife’s flooded cunt hole.  I heard his finger go squish as he inserted it.  My wife started cumming as her eyes stared at mine until they fluttered shut, overcome by her orgasm.

‘Five,’ I counted silently.

The guy bridged up as he fed my wife cock.  My wife put her finger on the guy’s asshole and started pushing.  He was obviously dry, so she stuck her slim finger in her cunt beside his thick one, lubricating it, then put it back at his rear opening.  It went in about half way.  She re-lubed it again then reinserted it between his ass lips, this time going all the way home. 

He was hard in a very short time as she fucked his asshole with her whole finger.  Her fingertip had to be past his sphincter!  “Oh god your wife is the best, the very best!  My wife would never do that!  Never had a finger up my ass before!  Oh god, I love this!”  His facial expression said the same thing.

My wife pulled his cock out of her mouth, turned around and guided his prick into her cunt.  “Get all lubed up in my cunt then you can decide if you would rather fuck my asshole, okay?”  No question about it, I could tell that my new wife was incredibly turned on.  She trembled continuously now, her eyes open wide as she felt the stranger’s cock fucking in and out of her cunt.  She looked at me and grinned a lewd whorish grin.  “A stranger is fucking your wife’s cunt baby!  Isn’t it hot?  Isn’t it wonderful seeing me loving a good fucking?  As soon as he’s cum in me I want you to fuck me with sloppy seconds baby!  Then maybe he’ll be ready to fuck your slut again!”  My wife shuddered violently, her eyes clenched closed as she squealed, “OH GOD YES FUCK ME! FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD AND CUM IN MY CUNT!”

It was too much for the stranger.  He bucked hard against her ass and unloaded deep in her vagina.  He held her hips as he finished cumming, then slowly softened and plopped out of her sodden opening.  Instantly my wife grabbed my dripping prick and pulled me to her cunt, pushed back against me and started shuddering again as soon as I was inside her sloppy wet steamy cunt.  I could feel her womb gripping and clenching on my cock.  He cunt muscles were surprisingly strong!  It felt like she was gripping me with her hand inside there!

She beckoned to the stranger, reaching for his soft dick.  She pulled him to her mouth and was instantly sucking on him again, apparently relishing the taste of her juices mixed with his sperm.  The stranger’s eyes were staring at my cock fucking in and out of my slutty wife’s wet sperm filled cunt.  “Oh god, I want to fuck her ass in the worst way,” he said.  “I have never fucked a woman’s ass before!  I want to experience it at least once so I can see how it feels!  Have you ever fucked her ass before?” he asked, looking at my dick sawing in and out of my new wife’s sperm ladened cunt.  “God, I can see my cum on your dick every time you pull out of her cunt!”

I looked down and there it was, sort of a frothy white wetness was all over my cock and running down my balls and nearly covering her cunt lips. 

My new wife was pulling and twisting her nipples.  It looked like it would hurt her, but she kept pulling and twisting them harder and harder, stretching those gorgeous tits of her way out of shape.  I felt my balls harden and I gave up trying to hold it.  I shot cum out of my dick so hard it almost hurt as it rocketed up my dick. 

I collapsed onto the seat of the car as my wife pulled her mouth off the stranger’s cock and turned, then without hesitation pulled his cock to her asshole.  She pressed back and seemed to relax.  The white froth now seemed to cover her asshole, and even be inside her hole.  I figured she must have lubed herself up with his and my sperm as she was turning around to gain access to him.  He went in with a little trouble, but as soon as his cockhead popped into her my wife’s ass she instantly started shuddering in her strongest orgasm yet.

Shit, I had lost count.  I wasn’t sure if this was six or seven.  Or eight.  Might be ten.  I had no idea, I was too turned on.

The guy was hammering her like a jackhammer on concrete.  He was swearing under his breath as he fucked her viciously.  My wife kept cumming and cumming and cumming.  She came the whole time he was in her asshole, hammering her, fucking her dark chute mercilessly. 

Still shuddering slightly, my wife reached for my cock again then began to stroke my cock with her fist.  Clearly she wanted me to fuck her again.  As he fucked her, she took mini steps with each slamming penetration by his cock to get her mouth to my prick, then she started sucking on my cock head as she stroked me.  She cleaned me up as she happily grinned around my shaft.

He took quite awhile to cum this time.  She had me resurrected again when he suddenly screamed “TAKE THIS YOU FUCKING SLUT BITCH WHORE!”  He was clearly laying sperm in her every time he slammed into her.  My wife started cumming again.  My pulsing dick was buried cockhead deep in her throat, her tongue stroking overtime to caress my stiff prick as she worked it like a true pro. 

The stranger went down in the roadway, but it did not deter my new wife.  She turned instantly when he popped out and pulled my cock to her stretched gaping asshole, pressing back on me.  She had obviously done this enough before that she new exactly how it worked.  In a split second I was balls deep in my wife’s ass cunt.  She clamped down on me like a vise with those amazingly smooth ass muscles.  Amazing!  I realized then why so many men like to fuck women in the asshole.  My whole cock was now covered with sperm froth, my thighs were covered, my balls were covered, and it was running toward my knees. 

Suddenly my wife screamed, bucked, then expelled a thick stream of clear liquid that soaked my trousers and shoes, my legs and balls.  The stream even shot between my legs and showered the stranger’s chest and face with shiny moisture.  He started licking his face with his tongue, gathering as much of the liquid as he could.   He was grinning like a child on Christmas morning.

I exploded inside my new wife’s used ass cunt.

As I rested, still buried in her quivering ass, I decided to name my hot new wife ‘Candy’.

“That makes 38 men I have fucked outside the marriage,” Candy said dreamily.  “Its definitely better when you are here though honey.”

The Phone Call *9

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 9

Once we got underway again, my wife was obviously nervous.  Finally she looked at me with a fearful look.  “Do you still love me after we did all that?” she asked hesitantly, even fearfully.  “Are we still okay?”

I stared straight ahead.  Finally I decided that being the silent male was not fair to her.  I thought for a moment or so, then said “Well, Candy my dear, MY dick is done for the day, do you still need more candy bars this evening?”

She semi flinched, as though she was trying to interpret my comment.  Slowly a grin spread across her face.  She glanced over at me with her eyes shimmering.  “Honey, is that my new slut name?  Candy?”

I grinned, looking at where she was driving.

She smiled at me.  “Honey, I have always wanted to drive down the street with my tits out for the truckers to see.  Do you want to watch Candy do that?”  She put her hand on my crotch again to test for my true response to her question.  He twitched.  She grinned, and started to unbutton her blouse.  In a few blocks her gorgeous tits were in full view of anyone in an SUV or pickup, or of course a truck. 

Her nipples were fully extended.  Even that sexy pink part around her nipple was puffy and standing proud.  Her titties have never looked better to me than that day in the sunlight. 

Every SUV and truck that went by soon had their windows down and were chatting her up, asking if she needed any action to help her out.  Invariably she would grin up at them and yell back something like, “Not right now, thanks, I just fucked two men three times each, so my cunt is full of cum right now.”

Every time she said it she would shudder slightly.  Panting, she finally explained those shudders were little delightful mini ‘O’s. 

“Candy loves being a slut a whole lot, doesn’t she?” I commented.  “When did this all start?  Only after I kicked you out, or even before that?” I asked as I put my hand on her beautifully formed breast.  I pinched her nipple, testing how hard it was.  It was like a rock.  She had another of her little mini orgasms.  I rolled it back and forth a few times, sensing it jiggle erotically as she shuddered even more.

Candy was deadly serious as she answered, “Sexy cock-man, your wife never ever strayed, not even a kiss with another man before, as you say, you kicked her out.  Your wife loves you and you only.  But your wife definitely has learned how much she likes sex since that happened.  And,” she paused for a minute, “And your wife wants you to know that she will do anything you want her to do if it means that you will still love her and want to be married to her.”

“Even quite fucking around on her husband,” I asked.

“Absolutely, if that is what it takes to keep you happy, my darling husband.”  Her face was deadly serious.

“So how did this all get started with you fuc …, I mean going out, honey?”

“Am I Rita again now? Or am I still Candy?” she responded, obviously intent on getting all of this out and under full discussion.

“Rita now.” I replied.

She thought for a minute.  “Well, in the interest of full disclosure, I have to be honest and tell you that I was absolutely devastated when all of a sudden you were inexplicably really, really angry with me.  I could not for the life of me understand why.  I had absolutely no clue what had happened, or even what you thought might have happened.  So after I left, I spent four solid days and fruitless nights searching and searching for what could have happened between us.  I finally collapsed from exhaustion.  I slept for twenty hours straight.  After that I asked around and found out that you weren’t going out at night, at least not right at first.”  She glanced over at me, and I could tell for sure she knew I had been fucking around just like she had.  “So about a week later I decided ‘what the hell!’ I would go out to a bar with a girlfriend on Friday night.  Our “mutual enemy” was of course tied up for some reason.  Now we know why.  So I went out with a couple of girls from work.  We went to a bar that was about thirty miles from home.  I suspect that made me feel like I was “away from home”, know what I mean?”

I did.  She smiled at me with those big old coquettish eyes, even fluttered her eyelids.  Her tits were still naked as could be. 

“Well one drink became several and the girls ran into some men they had the hots for.  The guys had a single buddy with them.  He loved to dance and was a pretty darned good dancer.  I was enjoying myself for the first time in a long miserable while.  And so, at the end of the night, I agreed to dance a slow dance with him.”  Rita flushed as she remembered.  “It had been so long since I had been touched.  So long since I had been held in a man’s arms.  So long since I felt like somebody wanted to be with me, touch me, talk to me, listen to me.”  She stopped talking for a moment. Finally she added, “Kissed me.”  I saw tears glistening in her eyes.  “And I kissed him back.  I was so damned lonely.  By then I had decided that you were not coming back.  Something had happened, I had no idea what.  But you never once called or wrote or emailed or did anything to give me hope.”

“Sorry baby,” I muttered sheepishly, ashamed all over again at how I had not given her the benefit of the doubt.

“Not your fault honey.  You got snookered by a professional liar.”  She was drumming her fingernails on the steering wheel now, obviously working hard at being as honest as she could without making it more painful than necessary to me.  She took a deep breath, then exhaled.  “So like I said I kissed him back and his hands started caressing me and it felt so good to be touched again.  He had wonderfully slow hands.  No hurry, no forced groping, just soft gentle touches.  They felt so much like your caresses to me that I told myself it was you.  I just closed my eyes and pretended it was you touching me.”  Her brow furrowed.  “I never told you this before, but every woman has some halfway thought-through fantasies.  And I’m no exception.  And somehow he was playing into my fantasies without him even knowing it.  His hand cupped my buttocks right in front of my girlfriends.  I felt myself getting steamy hot.  I told myself my husband was coping a feel in front of my friends.  I knew for sure that I had enjoyed it.  I felt so like a rampant slut.  I felt sexy in a really strumpety way.  I felt my nipples getting hard and I finally said to myself, ‘Don’t hold back, Rita, why should you?  You have lost your husband, and this man wants you and you have always wanted to be a sexy little slut and just let a man do whatever he wanted to you and take you to bed and make you feel what sluts feel when they don’t care how they seem to the person they are with.  Besides, you’ll never see this guy again, so who cares what he thinks?’  I knew you would never know.  Well, I guess I should say, I told myself you would never know cause you were gone, we were over, I was alone and adrift.”  She started sobbing softly.  She pulled over to the side of the road and parked, then turned toward me, smiling sadly.  She touched my cheek, then kissed my hand.  She brought it to her breast.  “Touch me honey.  I so need to have you touch me right now.”

Her cheeks were wet, her lips coated with her tears, her tongue insistent.  Her naked breast was incredibly plump and firm, her nipple hard in the palm of my hand.  She pressed my head down to her nipple; I suckled like a famished baby.

Just then a cop pulled in behind us, turned his blue flashing lights on, and got out of his patrol car.  He had a partner that also got out and came up to the right rear fender. 

Rita sat up straight, pulled her shoulders back, her gorgeous titties at full attention as the police officer looked in the already open car window.

The Phone Call *10

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 10

“License and Registration please, Ma’am,” the officer said, trying his best not to stare at my wife’s gorgeous naked taa-taas.    He did not succeed, especially when she turned full on to him as she dug into her purse, the side of her purse and the top of her hand jiggling those perfect mammaries as she searched.  They used to be all mine, but now it seems that they are anybody-and-everybody’s to enjoy.

She found her license and pulled it out, then looked straight up at him, that gorgeous heart-stopping smile of hers in full brilliance.  “Here you go sir,” she said demurely, leaning forward to hand it to him, the bottom of her breast crushing against the window bottom so that her hard nippled tittie popped up and into the opening.  She pulled her shoulders back even further, her nipples hard as stones as she deliberately lowered her eyes to gauge his crotch.

“Are you all right ma’am?” the officer asked.  “My partner and I noticed you stopped along the roadway and wanted to see if you needed any assistance.”

My wife couldn’t resist the opportunity the officer had just given her.  I suppose it was Candy in full control right now.  “Ah, yes sir, you could help me a great deal,” she said softly, her face blushing as she pictured what she wanted.

“How can we help you ma’am?” he asked solicitously.  I suspect he was hoping she would say exactly what she seemed ready to blurt out.

“Well sir.  I think you really need to take me out of this car and handcuff me, thoroughly search me, including all my cavities, and perhaps even close my nipples in your trunk lid so I can’t run off while you both check out the depth’s of my cavities with all your big useful tools.”  A coy Candy was blushing bright red now.  “I suspect you might even need to put your big long nightsticks in me to make sure you get all the way up where someone may have hidden things.”  She was staring right up into his eyes now, her own eyes as wide and childlike as could be.  She batted her eyelashes at him.  “You see sir, my husband has lost his only cavity probe due to overuse and I desperately need someone to finish the internal search so I can be sure that no one has hidden something inside me.  Do you think you and your partner could do that?  It would make me feel so much better.  Maybe I could relax then.  That is if you both have the time, sir.”  She glanced at the other officer, then again stared wistfully at the uniformed crotch outside her window.

The officer seemed to be having trouble breathing.  He gasped, “Hey Bob, pop the trunk on the cruiser, I need to get in there.”  He turned back to Candy and told her to get out of the car and lean up against the police cruiser’s back fender so he could pat her down and thoroughly search her.

Candy squealed in delight and opened her car door.  As she turned to get out, she spread her thighs widely, again staring up at the officer’s face.  She paused for a few seconds with her little mouse in full view while she reveled in his randy look of lust.  I heard her breathe, “It’s OK if you have to be a bit rough with me, Mr. handsome sexy Policeman.  I most likely need a good spanking with that wide leather belt of yours, too.”  I think she winked at him as he awkwardly followed her sashaying ass to the cruiser.

I heard the other police officer mutter, “HOLY SHIT!”

I am embarrassed to admit that I simply could not stop myself from turning the rearview mirror to watch Candy being properly searched and chastised.  The officers were handcuffing her.  They both paused to roughly fondle her breasts which were pushed as far forward as she could get them, her hands cuffed behind her back.  She was grinning like a child at Christmas after opening Santa’s present. 

Candy leaned over the back fender of the car as the officer carefully captured her nipples between the trunk lid and the fender, their hands groping her ass cheeks as she watched her own nipples being firmly crushed.  Her face was filled with the wonder of half pain, half submission to authority.  I could clearly see her cunt between her widely spread thighs, her little vulnerable asshole also fully visible to me.  The openings were both winking open and closed in fibrillating excitement.  I could see her glistening pussy lips opening and closing as though anxiously searching for penetration.

GOD!  I was hard again!

The officer’s fingers searched her diligently, both her well coiffed kitty and her little tainted opening.  I could hear their voices gruffly ordering her to do something.  I could see the sperm still inside her begin to leak out.  I realized that some of it was mine.  The second officer took his nightstick out of his belt and began to fully penetrate her openings.  He inserted it first to full depth in her sperm filled pussy, saturating it in sperm and cunt juices, then moved it to her asshole, achieving a slight penetration before he again wetted its tip in her cunt, then moving it back to her winking anus.  Soon he had her emboweled by at least six inches.  Her whole ass was shaking in orgasm.  Her body was shaking so much that she was tugging continuously, spastically against her captured nipples, her titties stretched into cones of trembling disfigurement.  My cock was as hard as a fucking brick.  What had happened to that demure, barely sexual wife I used to have?

I realized I was falling in love with her new persona.  I was reveling in her new sexuality.  I was married to two women at the same time.  Or was I?  Was she only Candy now?  Or did some part of Rita still exist inside that perfect body of hers, the body she used to hide and complain about whenever I wanted to enjoy it?

I looked back again and saw that both of them had their nightsticks inside her, twiddling them a bit, making them jiggle as her pussy quivered in continuous orgasm.  They were clearly bottomed out inside her openings.

When she seemed to calm a bit, both officers removed their belts, drew them across her naked ass as they fondled her butt and cunt lips.  One of them said something and I saw Candy nod her head, her face turned to watch them as they worked.  One of the belts rose then came down on her exposed buttocks.  I heard her squeal in delight.  Then I saw her mouth say “Harder!”  She spread her thighs even wider and seemed to tell them to strap her cunt too.

They did. 

She rose up on her tiptoes then exploded in sprinkling wetness. 

They waited for her to calm, then again laid their leather to her nakedness.  I could see the red welt rising on her ass as she exploded again in wetness.  Then another blow across her cunt brought another gush of liquid.  I have no idea how many times they punished her sweet little ass and cunt, but eventually she passed out.  She was hanging from her nipples, her head on the fender, her tits stretched beyond belief as she hung there. 

The officers released the trunk lid and turned her sideways on the trunk deck, then began to fuck her inert body.  She wakened after a short time.  Her heels instantly went behind his hips and I could see her urging him to fuck her in long, deep slamming blows.  Her knees and heels worked their butts into her as the rest of her body shook in orgasm. 

It did not take her long to coax the sperm from their testicles.  As soon as the first officer seemed to flag, she turned her gaze to the second.  I could see her saying, “Please fuck me deep and hard with your big black cock!”

And he did.  He lasted a little longer than the first officer, but not much.  I saw him slam his black thick rod deep inside her and hold himself tight against her buttocks as he emptied himself in her for a long time. His buttocks clenched ten or twelve times as he must have filled her with a quart of cum, judging by how long and hard he came.   But he didn’t soften after he came, and soon began again to pound her deep and hard again.  She was screaming in orgasm now.  The filth that came out of her mouth was unbelievable.  It was so erotic I felt my balls try to again coax what was no long there out of my cock.

I could not believe how much sperm was now flowing out of her fuck box.  Every time he pounded into her it seemed like a cupful would eject from her grasping cunt, bounce off his balls, then fly through the air, making little dust puffs where it hit the dirt. 

The first officer was ready again when the second officer had come twice.  He bent over her body and began to kiss her gently, obviously enjoying the whole experience instead of just fucking her.  His hands fondled her titties as he tenderly kissed her, fondling her neck with his lips.  Candy’s eyes widened then slowly fluttered closed as she released herself into his soft ministrations. 

Watching him being tender and loving with her was very hard for me to watch.  It was as though a whole new kind of infidelity was at work, and I found myself as jealous as I had ever felt in my life.  How do you tap a police officer on the shoulder and ask him to stop kissing your wife when his dick is buried deep in her for the second time and the sperm from many men is gushing out of her cunt???

I stopped watching, feeling a little wetness dribbling from my own dick trapped in my underwear, feeling lost and alone.

The Phone Call *11

Copyrighted by Dok Woods 2009

Edited by James Friedman

Chapter 11

She got back into the car, gently holding her breasts so that they would not jiggle.  “Would you please get me my bra, honey?  My poor breasts are really sore.”

I handed her her bra and watched as she carefully got herself back into it. 

“I think I have had all the sex I can stand for one day, baby.  Is that all right with you?”  She looked at me, not grinning or smirking.  She was dead serious.

“Why are you asking me?” I retorted, still hurting from watching her making out with the police officer.  I don’t think I will ever forget watching her making love to him, instead of just fucking the man. 

“I gave them our address and asked them to stop in a lot to make sure I was safe and okay,” she said, still not smirking.  Then she looked softly at me.  “Are you alright honey?  You look like you’ve lost your last friend.”

I could feel the wetness of my tears.  ‘Shit!’ I thought.  I had never felt so humiliated. 

She scooted across the seat and put her arms around me.  I saw her grimace at the pain radiating from her boobs as she moved.  I felt like my heart was stone.  I could not relax as she hugged me. 

After a few moments, she slid back across the seat looking hurt.  She started the car and pulled back onto the highway, headed apparently for home.  “What’s going on honey, you seemed fine with all this and now all of a sudden you are acting like you hate me.  Please talk to me.  I need to understand.  I am not trying to hurt you.  I just need you to be upfront with me like we talked about.”

I felt like a faker, a poser, a shit.  What the hell, I had fucked her again and again as I took my turn.  None of it was really hard until I watched her lovingly kissing that cop.  His dick was in her as he kissed her, making love to her.  She had responded like she had to me when we were first married.  His dick in her cunt was fine.  It was the kissing.

I burst out crying.  I felt like I had lost her.  She was acting all lovey-dovey to a man that was already fucking her and it was tearing me up.  It made no sense.

She kept looking over at me, bewildered.  But she stayed quiet, just glancing over at me as I sobbed, hunched against the door, bent over.  My whole body was racking from my sobs!  What the hell?  Am I still a man or not?

She pulled into the driveway, stopped the car, turned it off, then sat there, looking fearful.  She wasn’t looking at me any more.  She looked miserable. 

I realized that other than her bra, she was still naked.  I reached into the back seat and retrieved her clothes, handed them to her, then got out of the car.  I walked to the house, then realized I didn’t have my freaking house key with me.  I couldn’t even remember where it was.  I couldn’t think.  She stepped by me, holding her breasts.  She was naked still, except for her bra.  She seemed not to care if the neighbors saw her naked.

“They’ve all seen me naked lots of times.  In fact they’ve all fucked me, so what the hey?” she explained without me even saying a word.

Strangely enough, it didn’t feel like I was home.  Very few of her things were there, and she had been gone for quite awhile, but I felt like it was me that didn’t belong there. 

She closed the bathroom door and showered.  I sat on the couch in the living room, too upset to even turn on the TV.  I could not shake the awful feeling I had when she started kissing that cop.  Hell, his dick was inside her after having filled her cunt full of his sperm already, and he was fucking her again, and that all turned me on, but shit, the kissing …

Sometime later that evening I showered and went to bed.  She was in the guest bedroom, just like before she moved out.  I slept fitfully and finally gave up and went down to the diner and had breakfast at five in the morning.  When I came back, she was sitting at the dining room table, dressed in her work clothes.  “It’s all I have here, sorry,” she said, not looking at me.  Her head was down and she was obviously still unsure where we stood.

I slumped into a chair, not looking at her either.

After awhile, she said, “Please tell me what is going on, honey.  I can’t stand your silence.  I need to know what it is that all of a sudden pissed you off.”  She started to sniffle.  Then she started to sob.  Then she started to bawl, all of the hurt for the last few months pouring out. 

I started to cry too.  Well, okay, I was bawling too.  It sounded like a cattle drive in an old western.

Still crying, she gingerly came to my chair and knelt on the floor and put her head in my lap.  Her tears soaked through my jeans.  The snot was running out of my nose. 

Finally I gave in and started stroking her hair. 

Her cheeks were wet when she looked up at me. 

“It was when you started kissing him back,” I said.

She instantly understood.  After a moment she asked me, “The rest was okay though?  The rest you enjoyed?”

I nodded. 

“I can live with that honey.  I have no problem with that.  My kisses are only for you from here on out, okay?  Only for you.”

It has worked for us for seven years now.  My balls are always deflated.  I am never horny any more, because she sexes me until I yell uncle, then invites friends over until she is fulfilled.  It works for us.  What can I say?