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"Come you slut!" I ordered her.
She screamed out, her fingers digging into my flesh. "That's right, come you evil bitch!"
"C-C-C-COOOOMMMINNNG!" she shrieked and I felt more than heard Marty's own finish, as he slammed into her, grunting, filling her up.
She seemed to come forever, and then she was lying on top of me, limp, gasping for air.
She was clinging to me, holding me tightly, then I felt her body shaking again. I realized she was crying. "I'm sorry," she whined piteously. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it."
I sighed, holding onto her, rubbing her back, while Marty collapsed on the bed beside us. "God, this is great!" he gasped, seemingly ignorant of the emotional crisis occurring next to him.
He rolled onto his side, facing us. He reached out, rubbing Marie's back while he stared into my eyes. "You'll stay?"
"Where else would I go?" I asked. It wasn't a rhetorical question.
He grinned, scooting closer until he was pressed against us. "I love you, babe," he said, gazing into my eyes. "I'm sorry I screwed up, but we're good, right?"
I fondled the ass of the naked woman lying on top of me, wondering how the fuck we ever got to that point. I was a good wife. I was. I gave him seventeen years, and two beautiful children. I indulged his fantasies, and was an unselfish lover.
I slipped up once. Once. He was partially responsible, pushing my limits, dragging Sam of the huge cock into our lives, and not watching over me, protecting me.
I was a good wife. I got too drunk, once. I slipped up.
And now there was this skinny evil bitch in our lives, and I had no idea how I was every going to get her out. Any argument I had with the situation, I lost when I got drunk last night, and gave in to everything, experiencing the best sex of my life. Incredible. Mind-blowing.
I felt Marie's lips on my my neck, her warm breath bathing my flesh. Her leg was between mine, rubbing teasingly. I could feel my husbands juices running out of her, and pooling on my skin.
I wondered how long it would be like this, so intense, so overwhelming. I looked into Marty's worried eyes, reading his concern.
"I think we're going to be fine," I said softly.
His smile split his face, and I could feel his crotch pressing against my hip. The bastard was getting hard again. What the fuck was with that?
"I need a shower, and we need to change the sheets," I said.
His chuckle sounded wonderful. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. "You need to brush your teeth, too," he said.
"Fuck. Now you're getting picky?" I teased.
He laughed, and I realized the dead weight on me was Marie sleeping. My husband's lover, his cum dripping from her evil cunt, was lying on me, asleep. I mean, seriously? What the fuck! That seemed to me like she was taking a hell of a lot for granted.
I was a good wife. Twice, twice, I drank way too much, and let go. Once I destroyed my husband's trust, and crippled our marriage. The second time, well fuck, I have no idea what the second time had done, not long term, but for now, he was happy, and me? I was confused, sore, basking in his adoration, and sorely in need of a long bath. I had a sneaky little conniving man-stealer lying on top of me, well-fucked. But I was home, with my man, and my itch was well taken care of.
A good wife, I was. And a good wife shouldn't drink. A good wife shouldn't cheat. A good wife shouldn't get drunk and have the best sex of her life. A good wife shouldn't be happy, feeling the weight of her husband's lover on top of her, her well used pussy sore, her tits throbbing. A good wife shouldn't be thinking about how much she needed to drink to get to that state of unbridled passion that made her come in buckets.
"I'm a good wife, aren't I?" I asked.
Marty smiled, and kissed me, in spite of my breath-of-death. "The best wife."
A good wife shouldn't drink. A good wife shouldn't cheat. But when she does, she better be willing to roll with the punches. I knew my life was never going to be the same. What it was going to be, I had no idea, but it was something I'd take one day, and one night at a time.
"Marty, get our lover off me. I stink, and I need a bath. And don't you dare fuck her, while I'm not around. We're gonna have to have some rules around here."
He looked embarrassed, and blushed. "Yes, dear." He lifted Marie off of me, and she twitched as she woke up for a second.
Yeah, things had changed, but Momma was home. I was still a good wife, this was my home. Seventeen years and two wonderful kids made me top dog. I might have to share, but I wasn't going to take second billing. No way.
Except maybe when I had a bit too much to drink, I thought.
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- COMMENTS
oldtwitabout 1 month agoAbsolutely a blinder, so well done, plot was not far from being normal, but you changed it from the normal to something much better.
Loved how you set this up.
I had a quick flip through the comments below and surprise surprise it’s mostly the Anons that moan the most, I sometimes wonder if they actually read any of it or do they just go to the end and write rubbish about someone’s work.
Great job on this one.
TrainerOfBimbosabout 1 month agoWhat sunk her was the fact that she didn't have the abortion. She left her husband and family for the better part of a year and with him feeling betrayed and depressed. I mean, what else did she think would happen? It seems to me that the cheating wives in these stories, despite having married these guys, seem to think that they can't get laid if their lives depended on it - despite evidence to the contrary.
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I guess overall it was an OK story. I mean, the plot twist came out of left field, but I'm pretty much fine with that. I'm a little shocked how it turned out, but overall I don't feel sorry for her. I mean, I WOULD have felt sorry for her if we weren't privy to the fact that despite how much of a shithouse her life turned into, she was still lusting over that guy's giant dong. Honestly, that seems a bit pathological to me. I've had sex thousands of times in my life, some of the times with insanely hot women who really knew what they were doing. I can barely remember anything other than "it was really hot" - and none of those events were a precursor to ruining my life. I realize it's just a LW/Literotica trope that some sexual encounter just dominates someone mind, but in reality... not so much, especially when you're getting it pretty often. Makes me wonder how often Literotica writers actually have sex.
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Overall, the story was pretty good. I think their marriage is long term toast, but then again, I wonder exactly what kind of marriage they had to start with. I don't know, it's odd. I didn't get the feeling that this was a very loving and intimate couple that were dealing with the fallout from a one night lapse. The... pathos wasn't there I guess? It never was impressed upon us I think. Never got that vibe. Still, I rate it. 4/5
Anonymousabout 1 month agoSpeaking of loose story threads, where was the lover and legal father? The protagonist couple's lives were fucked up, yet he still went home to a warm bed with his wife and kids every night? FTDS really didn't finish this story after all. Violence against the lover is a stupid plot line in most of these stories, but what about exposing HIS infidelity to HIS girlfriend and establishing paternity and suing for childbirth expenses among other things. This husband character was all hung up on 'punishing' his wife, yet lets the architect get off scot-free? What saves this story from being an Aesop's fable is the very creative resolution of their marriage despite the cuckoo in the nest since giving it away doesn't really 'fix' the underlying issue. The wife's penance was very creative, and a variant of the oft used open marriage. However, I cringe thinking about the long-term impact of this solution on the mental health of the parents, especially the errant wife, in a polyamorous household. The husband comes across like a Fundamentalist Mormon who practices polygamy. Yuck!
