Chapter One.
My best friend.
I was born and raised in Colorado Springs, CO. I lived with my parents on 30th Street, just a few miles from Manitou Springs. A very popular tourist town.
The picture window of our home boasted the most beautiful view of Pikes Peak anyone could imagine.
I went to high school at Coronado High and graduated with a three-point nine-eight GPA. But that isn’t what needs to be said here.
My folks were best friends with a couple about two blocks down the road. They had a son named Mark Robbins. He was just one month older than I was, and from the first moment they brought us together, both my and Mark’s parents expected us to be a couple.
Growing up, we did everything together. We hung out, we played, we argued, we made up. I played trucks with him, he played Barbies with me. We played board games and checkers.
In school, we had the same classes. We got high marks because we helped each other study, even in elementary school.
We were an item. Best friends and I hoped it would last forever.
In middle school, we watched each other’s back; he saved me from getting beaten up a couple times, and I kept an eye on him too. We both took karate together, so we knew how to defend ourselves.
I went out to some high school dances with Mark, he with another girl and me with another boy, however, we would inevitably find ourselves dancing with each other, leaving our dates to fend for themselves.
Because we were always together, most of our friends thought of us as a couple. But we weren’t. We were friends, great friends yes, but friends, nonetheless.
In high school, feelings started to develop within each of us. This was when I looked at him for the first time as a man instead of just a friend. ‘Na,’ I thought. ‘Yea, he was good-looking, but he was my pal, my confidant, you know, one of the girls.’ Nevertheless, I decided to try.
Our first kiss was just after one of the aforementioned dances, about two months before our Senior Prom. We left the dance a bit early because it was a bit of a drag. The man I went with, I think his name was Steve, and the girl Mark went with, her name was Mairea, hooked up with each other and spent a lot of time dancing by themselves while we were there.
After we left the dance, leaving Steve and Mairea to have a blast with each other, I noted Mark’s sadness. We were walking home, as we only lived a short distance from the high school.
There was a hill that overlooked both our homes. It was late and, even with the streetlights and cars driving along Filmore Drive, it was still quite dark. I remember seeing the lights on top of Pikes Peak that night. They lit up the summit house that was on top of the mountain.
To this day, I really don’t know why I did it, but I turned to him, reached up and took his neck in my right hand, and brought him to me. Then I placed my lips over his.
It felt like I wanted more. I could see in his eyes, he wanted more too. But, just like that, we stopped. I knew if we went further, we might lose each other as friends. And I couldn’t live with that. Not at any price.
I would like to say he thought the same way as I did, and I was very thankful for that.
Please understand, I wanted… No, I needed to stay friends with him. But after that kiss, I knew he could never be my love match.
So, we dated other people, or at least I did. He dated some but seemed really too shy and pensive to ask a woman out, even though he was growing into a hot hunk of a man. Not to mention, he was the starting quarterback on the football squad and had been since his junior year. He could have had any cheerleader that he wanted.
~~~
I lost my virginity at my senior prom.
We’ll call him Chris. I was in the back seat of his parents’ Oldsmobile, parked in a large parking area in the Garden of the Gods, a very popular tourist area. I had a view of painter rock and raised my dress up to reveal my dark pink panties. It was very dark in the car, so I really don’t think he cared about the color, or anything but getting them off of me.
After several unsuccessful attempts, I pushed him away and pulled them off myself. I figured that I wasn’t a prude from this single act. I also wanted so badly to join the club of women who lost it on prom night.
He wasted NO time getting himself between my legs and taking unsuccessful jabs at my opening.
After several moments of this, I again got impatient and reached down, grabbing his manhood, all five inches of him (and that was being kind), placed the head at my opening, and let him push himself into me.
Well, I hoped he would push, but he didn’t. He RAMMED it into me, tearing away my hymen with one single thrust. He buried himself balls deep in me and immediately started fucking in and out, not giving me any chance to get comfortable with him inside of me.
I was pleasantly surprised the pain wasn’t worse than it was, having my hymen torn away like that, but I still felt pain. Not all that much, though. Fortunately, he wasn’t a big man and didn’t stretch me out very much at all.
Seconds later, he came and began to panic thinking he may have gotten me pregnant. I wasn’t concerned because I’d had very irregular and painful periods a couple of years back, so my mom put me on the pill.
After all of that, I thought, if this is sex, I really didn’t want anything to do with it.
Chapter Two
We Meet, and then we Meat again.
Mark and I graduated high school and took the summer off. We spent a lot of time together that year, and when it was over, we both continued our education at the University of Colorado. Home of the Buffalos, in Boulder.
College was a lot different than high school, and even with Mark’s help, I struggled to get anything over a B. Well, that was until I met ‘HIM’! Yes, I met the man I wanted to spend my life with, the man I wanted to grow old with, the one I wanted to have children with. I met Garry Von.
The first time I laid eyes on him, we were both in the library. He was carrying a book about the Second World War. I was reading a book on… Well, it was a romance novel by George RR Martin. (Ok, I needed a break from my studies. Sue me.)
I noticed him walking towards me. I was staring at him when he sat a few seats from me at the same table I was sitting at. After a polite smile, he started to read his book like it was a mission, but when he took a short break from reading, he looked up and smiled at me for no apparent reason. That is when his deep penetrating blue eyes captured my heart. I went along for the ride and knew that if this man wanted me, he would want for nothing for the rest of his life.
He was one of the football players, and just like Mark, buff as hell with a strong broad chest. One could never describe him as tall dark and handsome. He was tall compared to my 5’4” frame, standing 6’1” himself. And, oh my God, was he handsome! But he had the brightest blond hair and blue eyes. Dark he wasn’t.
It took him a few moments before he noticed me staring at him. Something I hadn’t realized I was doing. I only noticed that I couldn’t feel my heart pumping anymore. Today, I know that it was because I had unconsciously given it to him … without even knowing who he was.
His smile started slowly. The ends of his lips curling up. Each centimeter they traveled, made my crotch tingle more and more and yet still more!
I knew he was dangerous. I knew if he asked me to fuck him right there on the library table, I would have. Hell, I would have welcomed it. And even though I wasn’t a prude or a virgin, I had never considered myself promiscuous.
He got up and came to me, which was a good thing, because I hadn’t been able to do anything but stare at him for the last several moments. He walked with purpose, then sat right next to me. I felt every cell of my skin contract with goosebumps at the same time my cunt did something it had never done before, it gushed out a massive amount of pussy juice. I could feel how soaked my panties were, how wet my seat was getting, and mostly, I could feel the wetness on the upper part of my legs. It was running down to my ass and onto the seat.
“Hello… My name is Gary, Gary Von,” he said in a deep masculine voice that made my pussy gush again.
I swallowed hard, trying to come up with something witty and charming that wouldn’t chase him away. I knew my first thought was not a good idea, ‘Hey wanna fuck under the table in the library?’ No, I don’t think that would have worked. So, I struggled to find the words to grab this man’s… no, this Adonis’s attention.
“Hi,” was all that came out of my mouth. ‘Hi,’ just ‘hi’? I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, staring at my future, the man that would make me pregnant and father all my children. The man that could and would teach me how to be a woman. No, not a woman, but a WOMAN!! A lover. And all I could say is ‘hi.’
I felt myself sinking into the abyss of nothingness when he opened his mouth again and said, “You have the most amazing green eyes.”
‘HE LIKES MY EYES.’ I wanted to shout to the world. ‘He likes my eyes. Oh my God, he likes my eyes.’ I felt my cheeks blush and my lips curl in a smile at the same time.
Then I felt the pressure again. It was my turn to speak, and I had to come up with something good to say. What could I say that would top the fact that he liked my eyes? Nothing. Damnit, nothing could top that.
I knew I had to bring it down a bit, as nothing could be better than him liking my eyes. I blinked. Then wondered why I was batting my eyes at him. To let him know he filled them so perfectly, maybe? Damnit anyway, I felt like a horny, sex-craved, romantic, gushy weirdo. Then my mind went completely blank. So blank that all I could do was to rudely get up and run out of the library.
I was almost in tears thinking that I had just lost my only chance with the man that I wanted to have babies with … lots of babies, at that.
I ran out the door and low and behold, who do I see but Mark walking to the library. I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck and started to break down. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me protectively, getting more upset by the moment, thinking someone had possibly hurt me.
Feeling his emotions, I tried to explain what had happened. “Mark, oh God, Mark, I just made a fool out of myself. I met a man, he was perfect. I wanted to have his babies. Nothing worked, not my mouth, my mind … nothing.”
Mark held me for a moment and, slowly, I felt his temper subside as he realized that no one had intentionally hurt me. “Gale, I have to let a good friend know I can’t study with him, then we can go to coffee, and you can tell me all about it,” he said, then began to release me.
Before he completely let me go though, he spoke again, but not to me. “Hey, Garry, I hate to do this to you, but I need to help out a friend.”
Then, to my horror, I heard the same deep penetrating voice that struck me mute just moments before say, “No problem Mark.” He paused then continued, “Is this your girlfriend?”
“Oh no, she is my best friend, but we aren’t romantically involved.”
It was then I felt that I had to turn and look. My red face had to be the focal point of his gaze as I found myself in the same fix I was in, moments ago, trying ‘again’ to find something witty to say to this Adonis. Then I thought, ‘screw it.’ I opened my mouth and spoke. “I am Gale. I am also very embarrassed. I have never met a man that made me blush like this.”
He smiled and reached out his hand to hold my own, very shaky, hand. For the first time ever, I touched my soon-to-be husband. It was like an electrical shock passed between us. I glimpsed our future with two kids, both girls, and he was happy about it too. We had a house, good jobs, and we were both very happy together.
As I stared into his eyes, I sensed that he’d had the same vision himself.
“It is nice to meet you, Gale,” he said, with a smile that lit up his blue eyes. I wanted to just crawl in and start swimming around in his gaze.
My smile brightened and I hoped my blush would start to subside. But right then I really didn’t care too much. He was smiling at me, and I felt myself melting.
I don’t know how, exactly, but my next memory of him was that night at supper. I was at his parents’ house in Boulder. His father was an electromechanical engineering professor for the School of the Minds in Golden Colorado. His mother was a demure sweet lady that worked in admitting and insurance billing for one of the local hospitals.
How those two got together would be a story all unto itself, but it was of little importance alongside what his mother told me at the end of the night, just before Garry took me back to the dorm.
“I hope you can handle being married to a robotics engineer… because, I have never seen my son so lit up in a woman’s presence, EVER.”
“Wow,” I said, then haltingly confessed, “I have never been so tongue-tied around anyone until today. I don’t know what it was, or is, but I really don’t care if Garry turns out to be a dishwasher, I just want to be with him.”
I watched a forty-four-year-old woman light up like the sun with my statement. And damnit to hell anyway, I loved it. It was like I hadn’t had any plans for the rest of my life, until that day.
~~~
Having an engineering major for a boyfriend helped my grades a lot, but his professor father was godsent. I went from a decent 3.0 GPA. to a wowzah-holy-cow-I-didn’t-know-I-was-that-smart 4.0, nearly instantly.
I asked Professor Von, my boyfriend’s father, why he was taking so much time with me.
He told me, “First of all, call me John … you’ll get a better seat in the lady’s room.” I tried to chuckle at his dry humor. “Second, I don’t know if you see it or not, but I see you two together for a very long time. What I see is far more than a college crush. I have been teaching school for a while now,” he smiled at me before he went on. “Joey, my wife, sees it too. On the very first day we met you, she came to me and told me, and I quote, ‘He may not know it yet, but he is in love and will be marrying that woman. So, you better start liking her.’” He finished with a smile.
~~~
During Garry’s and my courtship, Mark and I didn’t spend as much time together as in past years. I missed him because we had always been so close, but as the professor said, Garry was my future.
I found time for Mark when he needed it, of course.
I was delighted, though, when Garry and Mark started hanging out together. They seemed to have a lot in common, which made my college years much more fun for sure. This way I wouldn’t have to give either of them up, which was something I never wanted to do.
Mark helped Gary in his short-lived football career. He even got him a starting position on the team. Garry returned the favor by helping Mark with his schoolwork. This got him up to my level, but mostly, Garry helped him with girls, something I was unable to do.
Garry introduced Mark to a woman named Tressa. She was a very good-looking, but shallow, cheerleader. I could tell she only wanted Mark for status … bragging how she was dating Mark Robins, the starting quarterback, to everyone that would listen.
I tried to warn Mark about her, but she was hot and put out on their first date. I knew this wasn’t the first woman Mark had gotten into bed with, but she seemed to really know how to use sex to keep a firm hold on him.
Knowing that Garry thought Tressa was good for Mark, I started to panic … thinking Garry might want a woman like her. On our next date, the fourth or fifth, I asked Garry if he expected sex with me. When he said “No”, I also asked him if he was going to leave me if I didn’t give it up. I was totally willing to do whatever it took to keep him, but he assured me that I didn’t have to.
“Listen up Gale, I’ve waited all my life to find you, so I can wait as long as you wish to take that step. No hurry or rush from me at all.”
After I recovered from the puddle, he turned me into with that statement, I made him take us to his frat house. I dragged him upstairs to his friend’s room … it was the first empty room I found with a bed … only to have him politely escort me out and into his own room.
You might guess what I wanted. I began by undressing for him. Taking my time, letting him enjoy every inch of his woman. I first unzipped my skirt and let it drop, pooling at my feet, showing off my cotton panties and very shapely legs. Then I started unbuttoning my blouse, but he stopped me and took control.
I couldn’t describe the feelings I had as he slowly undid one button after another, feeling myself being unwrapped like a Christmas gift.
My panties were soaked, and I could feel the wetness trickling down my legs. After he finished with the buttons, he pushed my blouse over my shoulders, and it dropped easily over my arms and onto the floor. He then reached around me and with a simple flick of his fingers, my bra was suddenly loosened.
He kissed me then, deeply and passionately. I felt him hugging me tightly, but I also felt my bra straps falling over my shoulders and knew that I would soon be revealing to this man, this Adonis, my very inadequate, way-too-small breasts.
My face turned as red as it did the first day I had seen him, as my bra fell from my body and made its way to the floor.
I expected a laugh, everyone jumping out from their hiding places. Laughing at the small-boobed bimbo that had just been pranked.
But none of that happened. He just smiled and kissed me again very deeply. His hand raised up and cupped my left breast and I could feel him enjoying it. At the same time, he took his other hand and brought it to my back.
He asked me then if I was sure I wanted to go further. Of course, I said, “Yes,” then laid on his bed. He removed his shirt, jeans, and briefs. He crawled between my legs and started eating me out. I was in heat. I’d read about it, and the girls talked about it, but Garry was doing it. He was eating out my pussy. I had my first orgasm ever. After that, I could tell why people liked it so much. Garry climbed between my thighs and slipped his ever-so-hard cock into me. About ten minutes later we both came. My second orgasm ever. He then laid down next to me, until we both were rested, and then he walked me back to the dorm.
The first thing I did was call Mark of course. I felt like a dreamy-eyed schoolgirl bragging to her friends about the wonderful night she had spent with her dream guy. The fact that it was true, made me quake with excitement as I shared my experience with my best friend.
~~~
All throughout college, Garry and I were together. I woke each day looking forward to being in Garry’s arms at some point, and every day, I was. He made it a point to embrace me at every turn. And I made sure we would run into each other every day.
Having Mark with him for a good part of the day helped me out too. Mark would say how Garry was always bragging about me to his friends, as we became more and more an item.
Each night I would try to reward him for being such a wonderful man, usually by giving myself to him, and in any way he wished. The only thing I didn’t let him do to me was anal. Other than that, I forced myself to suck his cock into my throat like a good whore. My pussy and tits, even as small as they were, were at his command. I dressed provocatively without being sleazy. He seemed to like it. I never let him down.
Surprisingly, he never let me down either. I had nightmares of him cheating on me. I woke in cold sweats dreaming about his infidelity. But he never gave me a reason to worry. The only thing was, he was a mega-hot, sexy, and very handsome football player. There were, what seemed like, dozens of girls pining for him.
Whenever I saw one of the hopeful’s hands touch him, I would lash out at her. But, in reality, it would be for nothing. Garry was very faithful to me. Mark assured me of this every day. Yet, still, I had my worries.
Chapter Three
Family
Garry met my parents in my junior year. They seemed to love him. He had the inside track for a robotics firm that wanted him BADLY. They made offers which he declined per his father’s advice. He didn’t want to leave school too soon. His father knew that he would go much further if he spent another two years in school, to get his masters.
As for me, I had offers too as we were attending a lot of ‘job fairs.’ The medical profession needed transcriptionists and insurance decoders desperately. My four-year bachelor’s degree brought me right into their sights, not to mention the attention of my future mother-in-law who brought me with her to work so that I could get some practical experience along with my education. She even got me a paid internship as her assistant for two years.
Unlike Garry, however, I accepted one of the offers. There were two reasons I took it. Firstly, it was very lucrative, and I didn’t want to go another two years for my master’s degree.
Secondly, I had become pregnant. I didn’t want to tell Garry about it at all. I figured he would see soon enough if he stayed with me. But I had no intention of telling him and having anyone accuse me of trying to trap him into marriage.
When I told him about my new job, however, he was excited and asked me where I was going to work. I thought he was going to have a stroke when I told him “Colorado Springs”. After he calmed down, he shared with me the reason for his excitement. He had a job there already, guaranteed.
I took this as a meaningful sign that we were destined to be together forever.
He took a lot of his own money and helped me pick out an apartment. He stayed in college for another two years to get his master’s but, every weekend and every chance he had, he was with me.
Something I thought odd about him was that I had never seen him jealous. One day I joked that the reason he showed up all the time was to make sure I wasn’t fooling around on him.
He responded, “I couldn’t stop you if that is what you wanted. So, until we are together permanently, I suppose there isn’t anything I could do about it anyway.”
That statement stayed in my mind for many years, subconsciously thinking of it as tacit permission to fool around – because he couldn’t stop me. A miscommunication, if ever there was one. I didn’t, of course, fool around. He was way too hot and special to lose. Therefore, I was a good girl. Beyond that, even though I was raised here, I knew no one that I wanted to be with more, than him.
I was about six months along before he noticed my pregnancy. At first, he wanted to marry me that day. After I told him no we talked. My reasons for not wanting to marry him sounded sensible to me. I wanted NO ONE to ever accuse me of trapping him. I wanted him for sure, but I wanted him of his own free will, and NOT because I was knocked up.
It took four weeks before I succumbed to his subtle pressure and accepted his proposal. Despite the fact that my stomach was sticking out further than my boobs, I walked down the aisle towards my future, holding my father’s hand.
I was wearing a beautiful ivory dress that was made especially for shotgun weddings. Garry wore a blue suit that accentuated his remarkable eyes. He was hot, and pregnancy made me horny as hell. Try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to keep up with me.
Our honeymoon consisted of a trip to a motel in Denver that we never left for four days and nights. Room service was all we needed, or I wanted. My stomach wasn’t that big, actually, but compared to my small boobs, it was ginormous. But soon my boobs started to swell.
Garry came home one day and told me, “Maybe, I ought to start becoming concerned? With your tits growing like they are, I am sure they are attracting a lot of attention.”
“So, are you jealous?”
“I would be if it didn’t turn me on so fucking much.”
After he said this, I figured he was a cuckold at heart, not even considering that he meant that my bigger tits were turning him on, rather than the possibility that other guys were noticing.
I often thought how wonderful it would be living with a cuckold. Making love to him and when the fancy struck me, go out and have sex with someone else … then bring my sopping cheating pussy home to have my man re-claim me. Of course, I wouldn’t dare suggest it to Garry, in case I’d judged things incorrectly and he wasn’t at all keen, but the idea still sounded so DAMN hot I just couldn’t stand it. However!! I stayed faithful.
At first, I liked it when Mark came to visit Garry and me, but it started cramping our sex life. Then one very horny day, I couldn’t take it anymore. The two men were watching a game on television, but I wanted to be fucked. I went to my room and put on the sexiest and most sheer nightgown that I owned and could still fit in. I walked into the living room and, looking straight at Garry, said, “I need someone to come to the bedroom and fuck the shit out of me. I don’t care who it is, but I need it, NOW!!” Then I turned and walked back to our room.
It didn’t take long before Garry joined me, joking as he said, “I won the coin flip, so get your ass ready.”
I almost laughed at him then, but my pussy gushed at the thought of my husband flipping a coin to see who got the privilege to fuck me. OH yea, my ass was ready, fantasizing about cuckolding him.
He picked my pregnant ass up and gently tossed me onto the bed. He forcibly opened my legs and ate my pussy. “Oh yea,” God, it was great. “Fuck me with your tongue. God, fuck me with your tongue,” I moaned, not thinking that Mark most likely could hear us.
After a good five minutes, I rolled him over and told him, “Fuck my throat baby, fuck it all the way to my stomach.”
He shoved his cock into my mouth and, using a few tricks I had learned from some friends, I took his cock into my throat.
I made loud gagging noises while he was in my throat, but soon enough, he told me, “I want your cunt. And I want it NOW!”
I got on my hands and knees, as it was more comfortable than missionary, because of my protruding belly.
I was so turned on that day that I came immediately as he entered me. “Yea, BABY!!” I called out. “Oh, fuck my pussy, God, fuck me good Garry, fuck me good.”
Garry drove into me more gently than I really needed, not wanting to hurt our daughter. We had found out our first child was a girl. But I wanted it hard and rough.
“Oh God, Garry, give it to me,” I called out.
But he didn’t get any more physical.
“OH, God, Garry! I told you I wanted to be fucked. Now fuck me. If you can’t do it, I’ll have Mark come in here, so get to it and fuck me.” My voice was loud, and I knew that if Mark was still here, he would have heard me.
Who knows what Garry was really thinking about that comment, but he only paused for a second before grabbing my hips with his hands and ramming into me, hard.
“Oh, Yea, that’s it,” I called out, not thinking about anything but my approaching orgasm.
I was loud and orgasmic for the next twenty minutes or so. Eventually, Garry filled me with his delectable sperm and we both collapsed in a hot, sweaty heap.
Then we started laughing. We rolled around the bed, naked as the day we were born, and laughed until we cried. It was amazing. I knew I was with the right man. He was perfect for me, even if I (mistakenly, as it turned out) thought that he had a bit of cuckold in him.
After redressing, we walked out of the room together and noted the look on Mark’s face. It was then I remembered how Mark had caught Tressa giving a blow job to one of her classmates, and they had broken up. She had been begging him to take her back, pleading forgiveness.
Mark needed monogamy in a relationship, so he was trying to be strong. But looking at him now, after listening to me and Garry have remarkable, loud, amazing sex, I could tell that he was caving fast and would soon give in to her.
Truthfully, if I wasn’t married, I would have given him a mercy fuck right then. He was so adorably broken.
Not having had a shower after our romp, Garry and I reeked of sex, of course. So, I was surprised that Mark stayed for the whole game, happily interacting with Garry.
The moment he left, I grabbed Garry and told him to fuck me on the couch, then the love seat. After that, we found a few other places to have some fun.
What made my day was what happened after we had finished on the love seat. I thought Garry was done for the day. We were sitting next to each other, me in my robe and Garry in his boxers, and I told Garry how I felt sorry for Mark, and what I would have done if I wasn’t married. He got all turned on, his cock got hard, and he took me again. HE TOOK ME … nothing like normal … he literally took me. Pulling me to him, setting me on his lap, he opened my robe and latched his mouth onto one of my breasts, sucking hard on my nipple. Harder than he had ever done before. As he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I felt his tongue rubbing all over it, sending wave after wave of electricity to my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel his cock getting harder under my ass, and it wasn’t long before he lifted me up just a bit then directed his hard cock into my very wet and wanting pussy. I slid all the way down his pole until my ass felt his balls. His cock head was pressing up against my cervix.
I began to grind on him like a cheap slut, moaning my pleasure each time an orgasm filled my body.
Garry cupped my breasts and continued to suckle and play with them. “God, but I love you pregnant,” he said. “Your boobs have gotten so big.”
At first, I laughed, then I became a bit offended. “You don’t normally like my tits?” I asked in a not-so-friendly manner, while still grinding on his cock.
“I love your tits. But they are so big now. God, I love them.”
I took it as praise, but I really wasn’t so sure.
As I look back, I shouldn’t have automatically assumed that Garry was turned on by my comment about Mark when it could easily have been the size of my tits. But I know that this was the day that I lit the fuse in my mind that eventually blew up our marriage.
~~~
After that day, every chance I had, I would tease Garry about Mark, joking that I would use Mark if he didn’t perform.
Garry never became confrontational about it. He never bothered to engage me about my comments. Garry refused to fight with me, and usually, our disagreements never lasted long at all.
His father told me that Garry had been that way all his life, avoiding drama and confrontation whenever possible. He was known to take what life had to offer, on life’s terms, and rarely fought.
I knew this non-confrontational aspect was just a part of him. The fact that I really loved that part of him made it even better. I also knew that was why he had never been jealous, thus confirming the hidden cuckold within him. I never considered that he wasn’t jealous because he assumed that I loved him so much that I would never fuck around on him.
One day, both Garry and Mark were at our apartment. I walked into the living room and flipped a coin to Garry, then I told him, “The winner is going to start with the best blow job I have ever given!”
The two men just laughed and continued watching football.
At other times, I would just say outright, “I am horny! Let me know who wins the coin flip,” right in front of both my men, who would just look at each other, smile, and shake their heads.
I started wearing more provocative clothing in the house whenever Mark was visiting us.
Once I even came out in my lacy bra and matching panties, asking if they needed a quarter. Having both my men ogling me like a piece of meat made my legs weak, but this only made me enjoy teasing them more. Garry would get flustered and give me the most amazing sex. I thought it was because of the threat of cuckoldry but, looking back, it could have been because he was turned on by my outfits.
Mark, on the other hand, seemed to take it in stride. He would laugh and stay, listening to Garry’s and my coupling. We would come out reeking of sex, and I would see Mark trying to act nonchalant, but his cock would be tenting in his pants. Best of all was the fact that it was me that caused it. On reflection, Mark might have quite a strong voyeur streak.
The more Mark was around, the sexier and sluttier I became, and the better the sex with Garry seemed to be. My language became increasingly vulgar, using the terms Cunt, Pussy, Ass, Cock, and mostly, Fuck.
It got to the point that Mark told me one day, “You just invite me over to merrily tease me and get phenomenal sex with Garry. I don’t think this is really fair.”
Well, I had to agree, but I didn’t back off in the least. If anything, I pushed the envelope farther.
We fucked like this for the rest of my, make that our, pregnancy. I say ‘our’ because Garry was such a wonderful husband. He went to the shop in the middle of the night to get me baby lima beans when I craved them. He brought me burritos with extra onions. He even chopped up more onions for me to add to the burritos.
He held me when I cried for no reason and smiled at me when I yelled and screamed at him, again for no reason.
Each day, I fell more completely in love with him.
When I was horny, he never turned me down, whether Mark was there or not. I know I demanded more sex than most women do, but Garry was HOT as hell. God, did he do it for me? The fact that I didn’t need to use Mark to ‘motivate’ Garry was lost to me, sadly.
We did it more while Mark was at the apartment, but Mark wasn’t there as much, since he’d made up with Tressa. Although he really didn’t like going home all that much.
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I gave birth to our first daughter and named her Jacy. I liked the name and it just stuck. I worked for the hospital where I gave birth, and they gave us a heck of a discount on their services, which really helped because Garry was still in school.
I was shocked to beat the band when I went to arrange to pay off the balance. Between the OBGYN, the medication, the hospital stays, and so on, I knew it would be a bundle.
However, when I got to accounts receivable, I was stunned silent. The accounts had been paid in full. Every one of them. I found out that my father-in-law had done it. I cried on his shoulder with tears of gratitude. I also promised they would always have first right of refusal if I ever needed a babysitter.
He told me that letting them babysit would more than compensate for the money he paid out to make sure his son, granddaughter, and I got off to a great start.
Just what can a daughter-in-law say to that? There were no words, just a few more tears.
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Unfortunately, I had to go ten weeks without sex. NONE whatsoever.
I was a nervous wreck. I wanted to kill someone, but there was no one around I really wanted to kill. Some sort of a quandary, wasn’t it?
As the time ticked on, and with each trip to the OBGYN when I kept praying that he would say “Go all out!!” I became more and more flustered.
I loved Jacy, very much, and we spent a lot of time together. Anyone who says babies do nothing but eat and sleep have never been parents. We played and I read to her, we told stories, and had a blast for the seven months I had maternity leave.
Finally, ten weeks after I gave birth, the doctor released me to have sex.
I broke the speed record getting home from the hospital and into one of my sexiest sundresses. I put on some makeup and even stockings and heels. Looking in the mirror I looked like a street whore in heat. It would be hard for anyone to refuse me right then.
I started cooking some fried pork chops with potatoes and broccoli, knowing my husband would need some nourishment. I had them in the oven and all but ready with the table set for two.
I heard the door open and then felt my heart drop when I heard two voices, my husband’s and Mark’s. I should have texted my husband to come home alone, but that was blown.
I stepped out of the kitchen and into the front room to be seen for the first time. Both men’s chins dropped, and their tongues hung out almost to their knees. I raised my hand to the top of my dress, which was revealing a lot of cleavage already, and pulled it down about four more inches, exposing more of my milk-filled boobs for the perusal of my two men.
The reaction I got from them was more than worth the effort.
I smiled, though I don’t think either of them noticed, as they were staring at my tits and legs that were on full display.
I decided to twist the knife a bit more. So-to-speak.
“Garry?” I said in a sultry voice.
Both of them looked at me. “Hey, stud. If you can tell me, what color panties I am wearing, you can take me to the bedroom and do anything you want to me.” I waited till I saw a smile slowly build on his lips, then continued, “But be careful honey, if you don’t get it right, we’ll skip the coin toss and I’ll just take Mark into the bedroom for all the fun.”
I watched my teasing take effect in my husband’s pants as his bulge began to grow. I also noted Mark’s pants bulging about the same.
I can’t tell you how womanly and outright sexy I felt right then. But I will tell you it was HOT!!
Garry’s face showed concern for only a moment before it blossomed into a smile.
“I bet you’re not wearing any panties at all dear.”
I smiled briefly, then looked straight at Garry. “I am so sorry…” then paused before continuing, “…Mark, but do you mind watching Jacy for a while, he is right, and I can’t wait any longer.”
Garry threw his head back and laughed. Then he lunged for me, picking me up in a way that probably proved to Mark that he had guessed correctly, before carrying me off to bed.
I latched my lips to his on the way there, sticking my tongue down his throat and igniting the passions, growing them between us. I found the dress being torn away quickly. I was glad that I didn’t wear a bra with it.
I was naked and ready in no time whatsoever. Garry loomed over me and lined his cock up to the opening of my very wet and willing cunt. “You’re sure you’re ok with this?”
I felt like it was our first time again, as I smiled and said, “Give it to me Mr. Von!”
He pushed inside me, after NOTHING for ten weeks. Well really longer than that, because at eight months, I couldn’t do it anymore. It felt so damn wonderful. I cried out in ecstasy as he filled me.
I wasn’t thinking about Mark at all while I was in our bedroom with Garry. Just Garry and the heavenly orgasms he gave me. One right after the other. I just couldn’t get enough. Then I felt him become rigid and fill my womb with his delectable seed. It was wonderful.
Chapter Four
After giving birth
Having a baby daughter didn’t stop us from having sex and frolicking around the house. I continued to tease Mark whenever he visited and noticed that his pants bulged up quite a lot, the more I teased him.
Garry seemed to love it. I was convinced that he was a closet cuckold, but I was a bit apprehensive to really cuckold him. After all, he was my amazing husband, and NO other man could ever replace him.
I only ever teased him with Mark though. It was a two-fold reward for me. I made them both hot and horny with just my words. I could not begin to describe how hot it got me knowing I was teasing two men at the same time. The fact that they both seemed to love it made it amazing.
Life went like that for almost six months before I realized that I hadn’t had a period since giving birth to Jacy. Concerned, but not panicking yet, I made an appointment with my gynecologist.
He sat me down after taking a urine sample, and briefly examined me. He checked my breasts for cancer, but he stayed within the lines of protocol very nicely. After a short exam, he finally spoke.
“Mrs. Von, our tests show us that you’re probably sixteen weeks along. I need to schedule an ultrasound before we can confirm that, however.”
I found out that day that nursing is not a form of birth control! Someone had lied to me. This is how my daughter Kacy was conceived. She was brought into the world much the same as Jacy, but I did one hell of a lot more teasing with Garry this time around, as the pregnancy again made me horny as HELL.
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After our second daughter was born, Garry had the snip saying he was very happy with both our girls. Just like the premonition I had years ago.
The very next New Year’s Eve: The party we went to that year will forever be ingrained in my mind. We partied to the max, and I had a bit more to drink than normal, making up for lost time while pregnant. My parents were watching the girls for the night.
I have no idea how it happened, but Garry and I were separated at the countdown. When the clock struck midnight though, Mark grabbed me and literally raped my mouth. Well, that is what it felt like at first. He forced his tongue through my lips and went to town. He didn’t break the kiss for several seconds, and I am talking ten or fifteen seconds.
At first, I was shocked and wanted to knock him on his ass. But as the kiss continued, the booze kicked in and for some reason, I started kissing him back. After he broke the first kiss, he kissed me again a second time.
When he broke the second kiss, we both looked up to see Garry standing there. He had a look of pure shock on his face. The teasing I did with Mark had just gone into a whole new ballpark. After the shocked expression on Garry’s face, which should have told me what he thought about ‘cuckolding’, I couldn’t read Garry’s subsequent expression, but I thought that what I had seen in his pants told the story far better than his face. He had loose Dockers on, and they were tented up like I had never seen before.
I smiled, walked to my husband, and kissed him. I wanted to kiss him like Mark just kissed me, but Garry dramatically shortened it. Again, a sign that Garry wasn’t happy, but as usual, I missed it. After Garry broke the kiss, I turned to see Mark standing in total shock almost in tears.
I had hoped that was the end of it, but Mark just couldn’t get past the fact that he had laid one on me, and right in front of my husband. A man he supposedly had amazing respect for.
Mark’s guilt showed for months. I could tell he felt really bad, and I feared it coming between us. Out of desperation, I talked to Garry about it. He agreed that something had to be done.
So, the next time we were together, I decided to take the initiative. I decided to stick my tongue down Mark’s throat. I made sure the kiss lasted a good ten seconds. Then I broke it and kissed him again for another few seconds.
After that, I looked at my husband then back to Mark and told him that, “I like to kiss like this, but only on special occasions.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t notice that Garry was seething with anger. In hindsight, I guess he was too angry to trust himself to say anything. However, I thought that Mark and I had now reached an understanding.
In my ignorance, I thought that the three of us could happily continue our lives together.
To me, having established what I thought were new operating rules, it was more teasing material I could use on Garry. God did I love it. Every birthday, anniversary, or any excuse I could come up with, I would lay one on Mark. Sometimes for just a special thank you. He was really a good kisser. Probably a bit better than Garry, though I would never admit this to anyone. But boy did I tease him.
Please stay tuned for part Two
Lee