The Letter

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The letter was waiting for me when I got home.

She had left it for me in the one place she knew I would certainly find it: Taped to a beer bottle in the fridge.

So, I grabbed the beer, tore off the letter, opened the bottle and went into the living room to settle down in my easy chair and read what she had to say.

"Oh, Baby," it started. "I am so embarrassed to write this letter and I hope you won't be too mad with me.

"This has been coming for some time, I suppose. You leaving so early each morning, coming home so late at night and me having nothing to do all day except sit and watch TV.

"Oh, you have been a good husband to me, working so hard, bringing home the bacon, keeping me comfortable. But I guess I have been getting bored. I need to have my man around, but we can't make it if you do not work. I was so weak, so desperate, so needy.

"You come home at night. You drink your beer, you watch your TV, then you go to bed so tired you just fall asleep. I watch you, I touch you and I wish things were like they were when we first married. Do you remember how you used to just grab me, feel me up, throw me down and just fuck me? I remember how your hard cock felt inside me. I remember how your hairy chest would rub across my titties making them so erect. I remember how you used to grunt and howl and cum so hard in me. I remember how your sweaty body would collapse on me and how you would hold me so tight like you would never let me go.

"Why did you stop doing that? Why did you stop making me your wife every night? Why did I have to start finding things to put inside me to pretend they were you?

"I never meant for today to happen. I never meant to get so lonely that you wouldn't be the only man in my life anymore. I never meant to cheat on you and now I feel so guilty.

"I can't believe I am telling you this but, in a way, I do not think I could ever feel right again if I didn't. You have been so good to me in so many ways, yet so bad to me in others. Had you been here, I doubt this would have happened. But you were not here, it happened, and now, baby, I just do not know what to do."

I took a swig of my beer and tried to imagine my darling Andrea with another man. I just couldn't picture it in my mind.

Andrea is a delight of a creature. Petite at 5'2" she has avocado shaped breasts that fit nicely her 32B-24-34 frame. I would often easily pick up her tiny body in my arms, her long brown hair splashing over my shoulders and chest, and carry her off to the bedroom, my little baby doll, for nights of fiery, unrestrained passion.

But, like she said, that was long ago. I tried to remember the last time I had taken to fucking my pretty baby and couldn't put a date on it. It must have been months ago that I last came home and the urge hit me.

She had been in the kitchen when I got home, setting out dinner. She was wearing only a black lacy bra and blue jeans that hugged her legs and curvy ass like a second skin.

She was right. When the mood hit me I charged in like a bull, tearing into her pretty flesh like there was no tomorrow.

Well, she looked up from the table, saw me and flashed me a 'welcome home' smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight at my presence and she moved to kiss me.

I took her kiss, soft and sensuous, hungry and inviting, and then held her out at arms length to take in the beauty of her body. The black bra contrasted nicely with her pale skin. It covered a little more than half her breasts, leaving an enticing bulge and lots of cleavage open to my view. I thought I would melt taking in the site of her half-covered breasts. I pulled her to me and plunged my face into her cleavage.

The soft flesh of her mounds caressed the sides of my face as my tongue wallowed in the taste of her breast flesh. Oh, how I was in heaven buried in her skin. Oh how wonderful she smelled as I licked and sucked and shook my head back and forth against her chest. Her skin was so warm against me and aroused my beast inside.

I swept her off her feet, into my arms and bent my mouth to engulf one of her lace clad breasts. Her tit filled my mouth and I sucked deeper, hearing her tiny gasp. My teeth found her erect nipple through the cloth and I bit down on it, getting rewarded with another gasp.

"God, I'm going to eat you up," I said, sinking to my knees and resting her on the floor.

I stared down at her prone form and luxuriated in the site of her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. I tore off my shirt staring at her twinkling eyes. She wanted me and was lying there, waiting for me to take her. I struggled out of my pants, kicking off my shoes when they got in the way of my rush to be naked.

My dick sprung out, hard as a rock. Her eyes shifted to stare at it and a smile grew on her lips.

I grabbed at her jeans, fumbling with the snap, yanking on the zipper, then roughly peeling them, panties and all, from her body. Her pussy winked up at me, already glistening with her juices. She kept it bare, the way I liked it, and now that white flesh with a hint of pink showing through, yelled at me, leaking tears of sex, waiting for me and only me.

I spread her legs at the knees and got on top of her. I looked down at her bra covered breasts, grabbed one tightly with my hands. When she took a sharp intake of breath at the pressure, I rammed my penis home. She cried out once as I found my depth. I collapsed on her as I felt her warm flesh enfold my rod. I plowed again into her depths, feeling flesh give way, feeling muscles part before my dick and clamp back around it, encasing me in silky goodness.

"Oh, you're too good for me," I moaned as I felt my penis twitch with the pleasure of being inside my wife. I pulled back, feeling the contours of her inner cunt slide along my tool. Ohhhh, I had never had a better woman.

I entered her again, giving her my whole length, feeling all of her insides rub against me. She wrapped her arms around my back and urged me inward with a soft "ohhhh".

I looked down at her face, eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth parted as she enjoyed the feel of me inside her.

I went slowly, changing my rush of entry into long, slow stokes so that I could enjoy the feel of my baby. I was in her, gripped by her, and she was lying there, letting me take her. God, how I wanted more than I was getting. Lord how I wanted everything she had to give.

She was pushing up against me, hungry for the motion of my meat inside her. I kept my pace steady, staring at her face, bathing in the how it looked as I gave myself to her. Her features would scrunch up on my in-stroke, sometimes popping her eyes open, then it would relax as I withdrew, often with a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I pressed harder, watching her mouth form an 'O'. Her chest raised up against me and her bra grazed my chest.

Oh, God, her tits. I pressed against her chest, feeling her breasts, firm and ripe, compress against me. I felt her hardened nipples dig against my chest and got even harder inside her.

"Take me," I gasped, "Take me," and her arms tightened around my back.

I forced myself downward, quickly into her womb. Again. Again. Her body was plastered to mine. I closed my eyes, pulled her tight against me and buried my head in her shoulders. Her scent filled my nostrils as I pounded faster and faster into her. Her body reacted to mine, bucking against me, milking my shaft.

"Ahhhhh, " she suddenly cried. "Fuck me. Oh yes, fuck me. Make me cum. Oh, make me cuuuummmmm."

She pushed her hips off the ground and rapidly whipped her twat repeatedly into my crotch. I gave back to her as she started letting out a long scream. Her body tightened against mine as her scream reached a crescendo. She stiffened against me and suddenly got extremely wet. Her body fell to the floor beneath me and suddenly was limp and loose, wracking with spasms.

All the while I continued pumping, giving her my steel. Her body shook and trembled savagely now as I gritted my teeth and whipped into her.

"Gonnna...cum," I grunted as her arms fell from about me and lay limp on the floor. "Gonnna....cum," I grunted again as I felt her slickness on my penis. "Gonna....cum" I repeated a third time as I pictured my sweet darling, limp from the fucking I was giving her, open and vulnerable to my sperm.

"Oh, yes," I screamed as I suddenly popped inside her. My sperm rushed out, coating her insides, joining with her wetness. "Oh, yes, of yes oh yes," I repeated as I stroked myself dry into her flesh.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned, draining myself, pulling her limp, bra-clad body against mine. "Oh, yes, Andrea, oh fucking yes!"

That had been months ago. Too many months. My dick was stiffening now, thinking back on the memory and I lightly fingered myself through my pants. There was more of the letter to read and I picked it back up to continue.

"He is not a particularly attractive man," she wrote. "But he was there when I needed him.

"I have taken to masturbating more and more often during the day, not that you would notice. When I feel horny, I will go and find one of your work shirts, something with the smell of you still on it, and put it on. Just your shirt. Nothing else. I will bet you didn't know that your smell turns me on. It reminds me so much of your manliness and your strength. It reminds me of your tight muscles and firm chest. It reminds me of your sex.

"Your shirts, smelling of your sweat and cologne, are all I have of you during the day. At night at least I can rest my head upon your sleeping chest, rub your tight stomach and play with your soft dick. It is small comfort, but comfort at least. During the day, I have your shirts and I wear them. I wear them to masturbate in.

"Sometimes it is just my fingers, but other times I need you so badly that I use other things. I bought toys. No, I do not think you have ever seen them. I did not know what you would think of them. Perhaps if I had shown you them before today, you would have realized what I am missing and I would not have been so tempted to do what I did.

"Oh, baby, how can I be both so sad and so happy about today? How could I be sad that I cheated on you but still happy that after so long I had a man fill me up? How could I have hurt you so, just to satisfy myself?"

I put the letter down again. I realized that I had been reading it nonchalantly, like it was another piece of mail. What did I feel? My wife was telling me she had fucked another man. Was I in shock? Why wasn't I feeling rage? Why wasn't I collapsing into a mindless, withering pool of sorrow and self pity that I thought would happen if my Andrea ever stepped out on me?

I shrugged and continued reading.

"He came to the door while I was on the floor, pushing a dildo into me. I had been rubbing your shirt tail between my pussy lips, pretending the rough fabric was your fingers. Then I was pushing the dildo far up inside me, hard and fast, like you do with your cock. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned and I was feeling my breasts with my other hand, thinking about you biting and nipping and sucking on them. I was almost to orgasm when the doorbell rang. I wasn't thinking. I jumped up and answered the door, still flush with my almost-sex.

"It was one of those rush-delivery men. Balding, middle-aged, pot-bellied but standing there in those cute brown shorts.

"I answered the door and he just stared at me. I realized belatedly that one of my breasts was showing, my nipple poking out from the edge of the shirt. He eyed my breast with his mouth open, then slowly, his eyes dropped to the tail of the shirt. It was soaked with my juices.

"I just stood there as well, not knowing what to do. I had been caught. His eyes flicked past me and opened wider as he saw the dildo lying on the living room floor. Again we both were silent until finally he said: 'Package for Mister Martin. I need someone to sign.'

"I broke out of my stupor and asked him to come in. It didn't seem right shutting the door in his face and I couldn't stand there in case the neighbors saw.

"I know... Why didn't I just cover myself up? I don't know. I really don't know. I just felt like a bad girl, I guess. Maybe I just wanted to be noticed.

"Well, he followed me inside. I bent to pick up the dildo and when I stood up and turned back to him, he was right behind me and I bumped into him. Your box and his electronic pad thing fell to the floor and we both bent to pick them up. I noticed while I bent over, that his eyes locked on my breasts, hanging down and fully exposed through your large shirt.

"Something about his staring started a tingling inside me. Maybe it was because I had been so close to orgasm before. Whatever it was, his rapt attention awakened something inside me. It has been years since a man besides you has seen my breasts. Now, with him staring at my nakedness, I felt strangely sexy, strangely empowered. It felt good to make another man drool over me.

"I reached up, pulled his head to me, and kissed him. Just like that. I kissed him.

"We didn't say a word after the kiss. I led him over to the couch and we sat down. I started unzipping his pants and he took off my shirt.

"Of course his mouth went straight for my breasts. He sucked and savaged them like a man starving. I laid back on the couch and let him suck me wildly. He put first one breast then the other in his mouth, dancing his lips back and forth between them like he couldn't decide which one he liked better. Then a hand was gripping my left breast, scrunching and squeezing it while his mouth gobbled up my right one.

"It felt good and I was moaning with pleasure. My crotch was bucking up against his bare dick and I wanted him inside me. He was paying so much attention to my breasts that he didn't feel me trying to get him inside me. Finally I reached down and put his dick at the entrance to my pussy. Instinct took over and he sank fully into me.

"Oh, baby, I yelped at his penetration. He wasn't long like you, but he was fat. His girth stretched me and I yelled as I was split apart.

"Then he started to jack-rabbit me. Short quick strokes that caused me to gasp at each one. His heavy body pushed me into the couch and the fabric bounded me back against him.

"I didn't touch him after that first quick touch to place his cock in me. I let him take control, the way I like you to. Oh, baby, it was him doing the fucking, but you I saw in my mind. The stretching of my twat wasn't the way you stretch it, but I could only imagine it was you there. He was fucking me, but I realized it was only you I could love. All I needed was the pleasure he was giving me, the pleasure you haven't given me in ages. I even breathed your name several times and he didn't care. He just humped me harder.

"And yes, baby, I came. He was moving so fast, drilling me so hard and smooth that I couldn't help but cum. I came all over the delivery man, smashing my pussy up to his feasting dick. Quenching my thirst for water by drinking his in. I came, baby, and made him so wet with my juices that he came gushing into me.

"He came with a yell so loud the neighbors might have heard. I put my hands over his mouth and smothered his remaining screams into muffled grunts.

"He jerked his body into mine, finishing hard, shoving me into the cushions with abandon. When he finished, I stroked his body as he lay upon me. I felt his dick shrink in me, and then kissed his cheek before pushing him off me.

"I stood up and his cream leaked down my legs. My pussy was puffy and red and twitching and I reached down to touch it. Some of his jizz came off on my fingers and I couldn't help but lick them clean.

"He pulled his pants up, still staring at my body. I felt good, having had my itch scratched and having had this middle-aged man cream inside me. I picked up his pad, signed for your package and led him out the door, still fully nude. I watched him go down the walk. He looked back a couple times before jumping in his truck and leaving with his horn honking.

"That was how I spent my afternoon, baby, cheating on you with a man who I don't know and might never even see again. I am sorry, baby, and maybe you won't want me anymore. I was just so hungry for cock, any cock, that any cock would do. I much prefer yours, honey, but if you do not want me anymore, I understand.

"I am in the bedroom right now, waiting on you. If you want my pussy, it is here for the taking. If you do not want it anymore, if I have spoiled it for you, I understand and I will leave you alone. The choice is yours. You can come and get my pussy now and promise to keep it satisfied or you can leave it alone and it will find its own pleasure.

"Like I said, the choice is yours, take it or leave it.

"Love, your darling wife, Andrea."

I put down my wife's letter and drank off the rest of my beer. My cock by now was straining in my pants. I grabbed it roughly, then freed it, gazing at its enormous length and comparing it mentally to the delivery guys short fat one. I saw in my mind his misshapen body trouncing up and down upon my delicate wife and surprisingly, it twitched and grew harder. I ran my fist up and down it, imagining my wife grunting and groaning under another man's cock. I thought of the other man feeling up my wife, sucking her perfect breasts, getting off on her succulent pussy.

I didn't want to imagine anymore. I wanted to feel my wife again, to be inside her myself. I ripped off my clothes, all of them, and strode purposefully upstairs to the bedroom. My dick was hard and leading the way. The beast was awakened and tonight, yes, starting tonight, my wife would have nothing more to feel lonely about.

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Busman19639Busman196393 months ago

Sloppy seconds was never my thing. Better to prevent the problem before it gets this far.

Just_WordsJust_Wordsabout 1 year ago

She will continue to do it again and again. If that's his thing, then good luck. Personally, I think divorce is far more satisfying.

jtwheelsjtwheelsalmost 5 years ago
Beer before pussy. what a. man? No didn't think so

Months since fucked he must be 102

Met a guy once between tours of Nam he preferred fighting fucking drinking in that order but always thought he was a mental case

Pussy first

No sorrow for anyone who drinks first and then too tired for sex

26thNC26thNCalmost 5 years ago
Beer bottle

This cheating whore.needs to.experience anal with that beer bottle. What was the point of this story?

TonyKiwiTonyKiwialmost 8 years ago
no excuse

I read the comments and see all the varied reply's so here is my two cents worth. When a marriage gets into a rut as described, one of the partners needs to call a intervention. Whats wrong with a good talking to, a bit of straight talking by the wife to the husband she is supposed to love. If she wants, a strongly worded letter seeking his help followed by written threats if there is no change. To go and seek help from others first is a total disrespect of the husband and marriage. This story suggests that the husband will be coming home to some man's creampies each night and any other gifts they leave with the wife. TK

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