Valentines Day Wife
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Man leaves cheating wife on Valentines Day.
February 14th 2008, Valentines Day
I watched her through hooded eyes as she slipped into the bedroom, and then tried to control the grin I felt growing on my lips when I saw what she was wearing.
Fuck, she’s still capable of giving me a hard-on I thought as I watched her full, round breasts moving under the diaphanous, ivory colored, silk babydoll she was wearing. To her husband of f******n years her already hard, dark pink, half dollar sized nipples indicated her excitement, the wetness I knew I’d find when I explored through the trimmed triangle of blond pubic hair that highlighted her sex.
‘Wake up sl**py head,’ she whispered in my ear even as one of her hands lightly touched my nipple, actually tweaked it before she moved it lower.
Christ after all these years together she can read every nerve in my body I thought as I felt her tongue probe wetly into my ear. I was already hardening, lengthening when she closed her soft palm around my penis.
I groaned, then arched my body in a languorous stretch before I opened my eyes slowly.
‘I know you’re awake,’ she accused in her sexiest voice.
‘Do you?’ I asked my ex-wife. Mind you she didn’t know yet that her status had changed from loving wife to ex. Today was the 14th of February 2008, St. Valentines Day, the day for lovers, the day I was going to tell her her new status. But before I did I was going to sample the charms of the unfaithful bitch for one last time.
‘Daddy’s cock is so big today,’ she whispered huskily, ‘does daddy want to put his penis in mommy?’
‘Suck it,’ I ordered her harshly, then put my hand on the back of her head and slowly f***ed it down toward my straining prick.
‘Is this my Valentines candy?’ she asked leering, then she stuck out her tongue and flicked a drop of cream from its tip.
‘Jesus,’ I moaned as my hips involuntarily tightened, lifting my ass from the sheets.
‘Daddy’s big lollipop,’ she said between licks of her moist tongue that trailed wetly from the thick base of my shaft right up and over the ridge that separated my prick’s Valentine heart shaped cockhead from the piston that supported it.
‘Suck it bitch,’ I ordered as each of my hands grabbed a handful of her long, silky blond hair.
The slut still hadn’t realized that something was wrong, that within an hour her world would be turned upside down. I let my eyes rove over her still stunning thirty-three year old body as her head bobbed in my lap, making me wonder for just a second if I’d made a mistake. Because, even after all the crap I’d silently endured for the last eight months, I knew I’d always want her. Fuck that, I thought as I tightened my grip on her hair and violently pulled her head off my cock.
‘What baby? You don’t want to cum in mommy’s mouth today?’
I simply threw her to her back and rolled on top of her, then drove deeply between the engorged lips of her cunt in one brutal push.
She cried out in protest at the attack but was ready when I made a second and even deeper thrust. She had her ankles locked behind my back by the time I’d pumped my prick into her for the fifth time, then was moaning, urging me on as I started to rhythmically pound inside her.
‘Slut…bitch…cock sucker,’ I yelled as my orgasm approached, language which just seemed to excite her more.
‘Hurry baby…HURRRRY…I’M READY,’ she suddenly screamed as her back stiffened and arched off the bed.
And then it didn’t matter what I thought of her. The sudden tightening, then the first release, almost painful but also euphoric, then feeling my sperm as it hurtled down my shaft and then splashed violently deep into her vagina. And then again…again…fuck again… Her cunt was tight around him, pulsing as I bucked my creamy spunk into her.
I finally rolled off her, lay panting on my back, gasping, my anger almost drained from me.
Still hungry the bitch straddled me, her now bright pink, exposed sex leaking cum down onto my stomach. She threw her head back and yelled, sending her long blond hair swinging in a wild, mesmerizing dance. ‘Giddee up big boy, mama’s in the saddle now, show me what you got,’ she urged as she slapped my butt like a jockey might whip his steed towards the finish line.
Looking up into her face for a second I saw the face that had seduced me so easily so many years before. Two babies and f******n years later she could still pass for the coed I’d fallen in love with.
I saw her for the first time on September 14th, 1993, f******n and a half years ago. We’d both been eighteen years old.
She was one of those rich girls, the daughter of a Wall Street tycoon– I was the son of the Irish working class, I’d needed a scholarship.
I was a virgin — she, it turned out, wasn’t.
Both freshmen, we’d been on campus just seven days….
September 14th, 1993, Middlebury College, Vermont
It was just one of those Freshman Week social gatherings, a party that had brought together half of our class to meet and mix. A class that was made up of the sons and daughters of the ruling class with a few scholarship students like me thrown in. They didn’t take us because of our brains — hell the school had a good enough reputation that if it wanted to it could fill itself up with just smart, rich k**s. No, the working class k**s like me (and the token Latinos and Blacks) were wanted to expose these private school k**s to the kinds of people they’d rule for the rest of their lives.
I’d been asking myself all week why the hell I’d enrolled at this snotty college filled with little snob bitches and preppy assholes. That is until I saw her!
It was her blond hair that had first drawn my attention that night, swinging like a golden halo around her head as she turned from one rapt Middlebury boy to the next. Although surrounded by these fawning, potential beaus, I could see at a glance that even in this company she was someone special. It wasn’t just her beauty (and she was beautiful), nor the way she was dressed, nor the regal way she carried herself. She had something else, a sexual charisma that effortlessly drew the eyes of every boy in the room. And it was clear to me as I watched her that she was aware of her power and would readily exploit it. She pissed me off even as she excited me.
I found myself grinning at the way she played the crowd around her even as my virgin penis hardened in my pants. And then she looked up and caught me. Just for a second I caught the question in her eyes, ‘what’s he laughing at’ before she dismissed me and flicked her eyes back to the group around her.
An hour later as I stood waiting for a beer at the bar I felt an elbowing nudge in my back and turning my head found my blond friend.
‘Oh sorry…I didn’t see you,’ she said imperiously as she slipped in front of me. Then she looked me up and down, a slow appraising glance that was exceedingly rude coming from a classmate and someone my own age.
Fuck her I thought. ‘Yeah, I did read that you had trouble seeing…I think they said you had suffered some rare c***dhood ocular disease,’ I said as I lightly nudged her aside and put my arm on the bar.
‘What? You read about me? Where?’
‘Yes ma’am,’ I said as I turned towards the bartender and signaled to him with my finger.
‘Ma’am? I’m a student…here…at Middlebury you imbec…’
‘Nice try miss…I saw you giving your autograph to those guys,’ I interrupted without looking at her.
‘I’m a freshman…in Hopwell,’ she insisted, referring to a residence on campus.
‘C’mon, I know you’re Miss August…I saw the picture spread.’ I said as I turned and let my eyes zero in on her chest.
‘WHAAAAAAT!’
‘But you don’t look that bad in clothes either ma’am… are you here promoting some product? Beer? Are you giving out condoms?’ I asked as I slowly ran my eyes up and down her curves.
‘I’m a student you dolt…from New York City…Manhattan…you have heard of it haven’t you? My name is Victoria Penelope Smyth-Worthington. I’m in Fine Arts!’
‘Is that your stage name? Could you sign this napkin for me,’ I asked feigning a boyish, leering enthusiasm.
‘Do you even go to this school? What’s your name?’ she asked in a tone that the most officious Dean of Students would have trouble matching.
‘O’Scouries ma’am, Patrick O’Scouries.’
‘You’re Irish?’
‘From Brooklyn miss…we’re sorta neighbors. You can call me Paddy ma’am,’ I offered with a smile.
She sneered at my suggestion that we could possibly be neighbors, she looked as though she doubted we were from the same planet. ‘You’re a student here?’
‘Can I call you sometime?’ I asked, ignoring her question.
Stopping, she turned her head and asked, ‘Call me what?’ She’d had a funny little smile on her lips when she’d spoken but it was her eyes that captured me, the challenge in them clear — Do you really think you’re man enough for me?
‘Call you what? Yeah that is a tough one…I mean given your weird name,’ I said with a grin as I turned and moved away from her and back into the mob surrounding the bar.
‘My weird name?’ I heard her screech at my back.
*****
‘Hi… is this Miss Vicki?’ I asked, even though I’d recognized her voice. Her number had been easy to find in the student directory.
‘No it is definitely not MISS VICKY…Who is this? What time is it?’
‘Paddy…Patrick O’Scouries,’ I answered.
‘Who?’ I just laughed down the line in answer. ‘The boy from the party?’ she finally asked.
‘You know in that Penthouse article they said you were pretty smart.’
‘Fuck you!’ But she hadn’t hung up! And I’d heard the curiosity in her voice.
‘Do you know why I’m calling?’ I asked.
‘Because you have a sl**p disorder? What time is it anyway?’
‘Three fifty-seven a.m. Eastern Daylight Saving Time,’ I replied after checking my watch.
‘You’re nuts. Where are you?’
‘Across the street.’
‘From where,’ she asked.
‘From the Hopwell Residence for Unwed Women,’ I answered.
‘You are?’ then after a couple of seconds silence she said, ‘Where? I don’t see you?’
‘The phone box…where are you?’
‘Look to your right…second floor,’ she instructed. I looked up and quickly spotted her standing in the middle of the large plate glass window. She was wearing a short little white nightie that stopped at mid thigh.
‘Hi,’ I said into the phone as I waved up at her.
‘So what do you want?’ she said impatiently.
‘Do you want to go get a pizza or something?’
‘Are you crazy? It’s the middle of the night. I was sl**ping.’ But I’d caught the hint of amusement in her voice.
‘I like your pajamas,’ I answered.
‘Pajamas? This is a House of Versace Italian lace, embroidered chemise that I bought in Paris you twit. But I don’t suppose you know where Paris is, do you Paddy?’
Twit? ‘Is that the town down in Texas little missy?’ I snapped back.
‘Paris, France you ass!’
‘Throw it down.’
‘Throw what down?’ Victoria asked and then, ‘Why?’
‘I’ve never touched a garment from the House of Versaaaacee,’ I answered with a grin.
‘So I should throw a three hundred dollar Couturier creation out my window because some hick from Brooklyn has never seen one.’
‘I’d also get to see you naked…which wouldn’t be all bad. Are you really a blond?’
She looked down at me for seconds without replying, then suddenly slipped the straps off her shoulders and let her nightie fall to the floor. Then she flicked on a lamp and then walked right up to the window and pushed her body against the glass. ‘Well?’ she finally demanded.
She was definitely a blond! ‘I’m a virgin,’ I said softly down the line as the realization hit me that I’d just fallen in love with this girl
She stared right down at me, pushing her eyes into mine across the twenty yards that separated us. ‘Show me your penis’
‘My penis?’
‘You do have one don’t you?’ she demanded.
And so I lowered my zipper and fished around and finally pulled out my cock, which proved relatively difficult given its state of full erection.
‘Do you always get hard-ons when you’re on the phone?’ she asked, a new huskiness in her voice.
‘Only with dumb blonds,’ I answered as I grabbed my penis in my left hand and started to wave it.
‘Are you really a virgin?’ I nodded my head, then my cock. ‘I’ll meet you at the front door in thirty seconds,’ she ordered, then the phone went dead.
I was waiting at the locked, glass front door of the Residence, my cock still hanging out, when she appeared on the opposite side of the lobby. Still naked! She stood watching me through the glass for seconds, her eyes flicking back and forth between my face and penis, almost as though she was trying to decide between yes and no.
‘People get arrested for that,’ she said pointing at my cock after she’d finally opted for opening the door.
‘I better put it somewhere where no one can see it then,’ I answered.
‘Yes, I think you’d better,’ she agreed as her left hand closed around my shaft.
And then I, Patrick O’Scouries, an eighteen year old virgin, pulled Victoria Penelope into my arms while her hand directed my cock into the most perfect spot it had ever been. Impaled, I walked her over to the glass door where, standing up, I proceeded to pump my penis into her until, for the first time in my life, I splashed my sperm deep into a woman’s pussy.
Finished, but still hard and deep inside her, her legs still wrapped around my waist, I stood smiling crazily at her.
‘What are you smiling at?’ she demanded, but in a tone that was more happy than angry.
‘Thank you,’ I finally whispered.
‘What? Oh…so it was…’
‘Perfect,’ I finished for her.
‘You weren’t that bad yourself…for a novice anyway. In fact…pretty good,’ she conceded.
‘Do you think we could do it again?’ I asked.
‘I think you already are,’ she said, then giggled as she looked down between our bodies to where my penis was half buried in her vagina. We ended up on the couch in the lobby, both of us butt naked, me pounding wildly into her while she screamed out her pleasure. It was a miracle (or the fact that Middlebury was a rich school and had spent a fortune on soundproofing) that no one interrupted us or called the cops. I lasted much longer the second time! And I was one hundred percent sure, as I watched her panting at my side after we’d finished, that Miss Victoria Penelope Smyth-Worthington had no complaints about the Irish boy from Brooklyn.
‘C’mon,’ she finally urged, grabbing me by the penis as she stood, ‘we’ll go to my room.’ From which we didn’t leave for the next forty-eight hours.
So I lost my virginity to a girl I knew nothing about, and had just met, in the lobby of a college residence in my first week at university, my first week away from home. And somehow got incredibly lucky. Or so I believed at the time.
We fell in love. Impossibly in love. Shit, I’ll admit it – it was the sex at first, nothing but the sex. We were like two a****ls that first couple of weeks. We made love in the library, in the stacks between the high rows of leathered volumes…on the college’s common at midnight…fucked under the shower in the women’s locker room in the Athletics Center…on a professor’s desk after a Philosophy lecture…and of course in our rooms.
We were a perfect match — it was only years later that I realized we were extraordinarily super sexed, that what we were doing wasn’t just normal sexual behavior. There was no shyness, no embarrassment as we coupled. Relatively naïve by today’s standards (pre Internet) we innocently tried every sexual position that occurred to us. Anal, oral, bondage — whatever popped into our heads was acted on. Enjoyed by two lusty teens.
And yet it didn’t turn out to be one of those two week college flings. Yes, in many ways she was the rich bitch who I’d normally hate, but she was also smart. Somebody who f***ed you to think before you opened your mouth on a topic. Who’d whimper as you rode her but who’d cut you apart if your arguments lacked thought.
She was different than the girls I’d known in high school. Confident…funny…forever surprising me with her originality, her intellect. I fell for her hard. I’m not sure what she saw in me but she fell just as hard for me. And so as that fall passed we became both lovers and friends.
‘Well, I guess I better take you home to meet the f****y,’ she told me one night in late October.
‘They probably won’t like me.’
‘That’s for sure Mr. O’Scouries,’ she agreed with a grin on her face, ‘but if you think you’re going to marry me without meeting them you’re crazy. We’ll go next weekend, everyone’s going to be at the big house on the island.’ She’d already described the f****y ‘house on the island’ to me, it apparently was a fifty room mansion far out in the Hampton’s that the Worthington clan used as a summer residence and for special occasions.
‘Marry you? Who’s the crazy one?’ I k**ded, pretending the idea had never crossed my mind.
‘It’ll be the luckiest day of your life,’ she crowed.
‘Well I don’t know about me but at least you’d get a normal name out of the deal…just think, Vikkiiii O’Scouries,’ I said laughing as I tousled her hair.
‘Hah! You’ll have to take my name you nut,’ she promised laughing as she pushed my hand away.
And so, a week later, after much cajoling by my love, I was led to the slaughter. No, it really wasn’t that bad. Yes, they were a bunch of right wing Republicans who believed that all union members were communists. And that somehow they had earned every one of the millions of dollars they controlled even though they’d inherited most of it. That the poor were lazy…that the immigrant tide had to be stopped (even though they employed teams of i*****l aliens as cooks and gardeners and chauffeurs)…that capital punishment was absolutely necessary…that God was white and had voted for Ronald Reagan…
But, even though everything they represented and believed in was diametrically opposite of just about everything I believed in, by and large they were a pretty nice group of people. Which is always the problem with labels — no matter their class, or religion, or color, or ethnic origin, most people are pretty nice and have much the same concerns and hopes as the rest of us.
Mind you there are real bastards in every crowd! And sixty-two year old Reginald Andrew Smyth-Worthington, who was clearly the biggest prick I’d ever met — good old Reggie, who happened to be only five foot, four inches tall, also happened to be Victoria’s father. He hated me…and the feelings were mutual.
…We visited my parents for Thanksgiving. Victoria didn’t particularly like Brooklyn but surprisingly she got along well with my dad and mom.
…We each went home alone for the Christmas holidays but I was invited to spend the week after Christmas and right up to New Years at the Worthington’s Manhattan town house. And I got down on my knees and asked Vikki to marry me just seconds after 1994 dawned. Sweet girl that she was she hiked up her skirt and insisted I perform cunnilingus on her before she’d give me her answer. Then she screamed out her acceptance as her orgasm washed through her.
Reggie was a tougher sell! My wife-to-be reported that I’d been called everything from a low life piece of Black Irish scum to a gold digger out to steal the families millions. Then he got really ugly!
But with her mothers tacit support and my parents backing we simply started preparations and so, on June 1st 1994, after our freshman year, both of us nineteen, we married in a much fancier ceremony than I’d have liked but a much smaller one that the usual Worthington blowout.
My daughter Abigail was born in September of that same year. We juggled married life and baby with jobs and university life. My parents helped and Victoria had various trust funds to draw on. We were happy — happy in a way only a young couple in love can be happy. Two years later we had a second daughter — Bernadette.
We both graduated in May 1997. Returned to New York City. I had an idea and started a company that filled a small niche in what eventually became the Internet boom. Slowly we prospered. Bought a larger house in 2000. Vikki, her f****y background an in, joined the Women’s Auxiliary of the Metropolitan Museum and did other volunteer work.
We bought a place of our own on the north shore of the island in 2003 — a place just for the O’Scouries — where when we wanted we could get away from the Smyth-Worthington madness.
By 2007 my daughters were growing into beautiful and loved young girls…my business was flourishing and offers to buy me out arrived almost daily…my wife and I were in love…the sex between us was still extraordinary…we had a perfect life…until…
June 2007
What caused it? Was there one action, one spoken word that gave birth to it? Or was it just the accumulation of a hundred small, almost imperceptible clues that had filtered slowly into my u*********s brain until finally it bubbled up as a conscious thought?
Looking back now I can’t say, all I can say is that sometime last June it was suddenly there. An idea rejected by me at first…shit, we’d been happily married for thirteen plus years…our sex life could only be described as spectacularly successful and full.
Hell not everything was perfect with our married life — anyone who’s been married as long as we had knows that there are bad days as well as good. Small arguments…irritants…unkind words…
But the sex had never been a problem…never! From that first night in the lobby of Hopwell Hall, from the second my thick cock had slipped inside of her, stretching her moist, welcoming tightness, it had been perfect.
And, as the weeks had turned into months, and then the months into years, that reality had never changed. The two of us were highly sexed a****ls whose hunger for each other had never varied. Ten years into our marriage we still were making love every day and often twice a day. The possibility of sexual infidelity by my wife should have been the farthest thing from my mind.
But once that ugly nugget of suspicion is born it becomes impossible to ignore.
It grows…slowly at first…then every action, every word your partner makes suddenly takes on a new and disturbing meaning. You try and shake it off but it’s always there, growing…and growing…
Late August 2007
It took me two months before I finally acted.
He was ex-Special f***es, ex-Army Intelligence, a guy who’d left the Service of his country at forty-five and had started Briggs Security, a company that had grown over the last ten years into a regional leader in the fields of Internet Security, Executive Protection and Employee Screening. My company had awarded his company significant contracts over the years and so it was to him that I turned to when I wanted someone to investigate my wife. We weren’t friends but over the years had built up a respect for each other.
‘I usually don’t do this kind of work,’ he demurred when I broached the subject on a steamy late August afternoon.
‘I need someone I trust,’ I’d answered.
‘Personal surveillance in expensive…it can take months…it can turn ugly,’ he explained impersonally.
But I finally convinced him to do it, then he spent an hour questioning me about every aspect of my personal life.
And then all I could do was nervously wait.
October 30th 2007
I couldn’t read him at all as he sat down opposite me after shaking my hand. He slowly put the thick file on my desk and then looked deep into my eyes. ‘I’m afraid your suspicions were correct Patrick,’ he started. ‘I’m sincerely sorry.’
My stomach turned as I tried to keep my pain from my face.
I listened, broken hearted, as he led me through his report. ‘Mrs. O’Scouries had sexual liaisons with three men over the period of surveillance,’ he’d started.
‘THREE?’ I asked unbelievingly.
‘The first rendezvous that we observed occurred on September 12th, with a certain James R. Black.’
‘Jimmy Black?’ I asked, thinking it couldn’t be the guy we’d both known back when we were at Middlebury. Christ, I hadn’t heard his name in years.
‘Apparently he and your wife have had a relatively long term love affair,’ he explained as he passed over sheet after sheet of evidence. I was hardly listening.
‘We have pictures…I’m not sure if you’ll want to see them,’ he said but then when I held out my hand he simply handed them to me. He said nothing as I flipped aimlessly through them.
‘The others?’ I finally asked.
‘September 27th. Greg Davis…a barman at the Big Apple Brasserie.’
‘A barman?’
‘We believe it was just a random pickup sir…a one time thing.’
‘Random…But…Why?’ I stammered.
‘We believe it was a spur of the moment thing…she just took a sudden fancy to him and took him back to your house.’
Spur of the fucking moment? Where were my daughters as she was doing her random spurring?
The third was a teacher at my daughters’ school. From their eavesdropping on the lovers the Detective Agency believed that the two were meeting for the third time over the last two years.
‘I don’t understand,’ I finally murmured as the detectives narrative finally ended.
‘I’m sorry sir,’ he responded sincerely but I couldn’t help but think that behind his façade was both pity and scorn for the man who let his wife turn him into a cuckold.
After he’d left I drove out to our f****y weekend retreat on the north shore of the island, a retreat we’d bought four years earlier so we’d have someplace private and away from the Worthingtons, and then I proceeded to get d***k after I’d called home and told my loving wife that I’d be out of town on business for three or four days.
Do you divorce her? Kill her? Kill yourself? Become another sensational story for the Post? You better believe that I thought about it! And cried. And got d***ker. And kept asking myself why? OK, I could have understood it if our sex life was shitty…if we’d stopped doing it or something. If I couldn’t get a hard-on anymore. But Christ, we did it every day, often two times a day…and my wife loved every second of our matings…shit, she would have to have been the greatest actress in the world if she wasn’t enjoying them.
I studied the detectives report, checking the dates of her cheating against my own schedule that I easily accessed on my Blackberry. I’d been in town all three days! Knew I’d made love to her all three days. And yet I hadn’t had a fucking clue.
I’d resolved that I’d have to divorce her by the time I finally got in my car and headed back to town three days later. Not immediately but soon I thought as I drove, knowing I had to decide about a hundred things before I jumped. My daughters…money…the company…the houses…fuck her if she thought she was going to get a dime out of me I said to myself as I drove.
And so my life returned to a superficial normalcy over the next few weeks as I started to plot and plan.
And then the other shoe dropped….
Xmas 2007
I found them in a shoe box (under three others) on the top shelf of the cupboard of the room my wife had spent her teenage years in. I really hadn’t set out to find any more evidence — it was just an accidental discovery fueled by my boredom and curiosity.
We were spending the week after Christmas at the Smyth-Worthington’s, something we’d done for the last ten years. Christmas day at home with just the four of us, Victoria, the two girls and I, then the twenty-sixth we descended on my in-laws. Not my favorite week of the year but what the hell — marriage demands some small sacrifices.
And so, on the afternoon of the twenty-eighth, I’d found myself alone and bored in the Smyth-Worthington Manhattan townhouse after a variety of chores and excursions had emptied the house of the whole clan.
They were exquisitely bound in red Moroccan leather, small four by six inch books with intricate gold clasps. There were five of them. Although locked the mechanism that held them shut was clearly meant more for decoration than it was designed to prevent someone serious about it from opening them.
I didn’t hesitate. Fuck it…why should I. Just some silly, female teenage musings is what I expected. The first page had just four lines:
VICTORIA PENELOPE SMYTH-WORTHINGTON O’SCOURIES
MY SEXUAL LIFE
VOLUME TWO
AUGUST 1993-JANUARY 1996
What the fuck??? I quickly opened the other four — Volumes three, four, five, six. Volume Six ended at December 31st 2006. I stared at them for minutes before I picked up Volume Two again. I wondered where Volume One was.
Turning the page I was faced with:
AUGUST 28TH 1993
GREGORY MASON (con’t from vol. 1)
Rating: 22
As it turned out the description of her afternoon with Gregory that I found on the two facing pages was quite brief. He had already made an appearance in Volume One so that much of the background on this gentleman was omitted. I figured out later that her rating system was based on a scale of one to one hundred so that Gregory’s performance clearly hadn’t been exceptional.
She wrote in the diary that she was glad her affair with this senior at Dartmouth was finally ending, what she’d hoped would be an exciting summer romance had turned into a series of desultory couplings in the boathouse on his fathers estate.
She then described in exceedingly blunt detail what they’d done that afternoon. Fortunately it was mercifully short.
I flipped to the next page:
MIDDLEBURY COLLEGE
SEPTEMBER 9TH 2007
PROFESSOR RICHARD HAVEN (Art History)
Rating: 56
The good professor, whom I only vaguely remembered, was described as a forty-five year old married man with a very thick but short penis. One of her professors for the coming term, she’d sought him out and somehow seduced him in about ten minutes. She performed fellatio on him and then they had penile/vaginal sex (something she abbreviated to p/v in her recaps) during which she experienced a Grade 7 Orgasm (on a scale of 1-10).
Flipping another page I arrived at yours truly:
MIDDLEBURY COLLEGE
SEPTEMBER 14TH — 17TH 2007
PATRICK O’SCOURIES
Rating: 100 – he’s a god!!!!!!!
Which made me break out into a grim smile. And then I read about the night I lost my virginity from her perspective. Read what she was thinking as she’d looked down at me in the street below her dormitory window. Those first three days of us together took up twelve pages of her diary. There was a picture of my erect cock on the third page. With exact measurements for length and girth and diameter carefully noted under it. I have no memory of her taking the picture but the background was clearly her room in Hopwell Hall so she got it somehow.
At the bottom of the twelfth page she totaled up our various activities for the three days: 12 p/v’s, 5 bj’s, 2 ap’s, pat 21 o’s, me 37 o’s. It wasn’t hard to figure out her codes.
Then she wrote and underlined it: I think I’ll marry him.
I continued to flip through the pages. The next fifteen pages were all me, each of our couplings noted, the date, where it occurred, what sexual acts we performed, a description of her orgasm, etc., etc. I was always rated between 95 and 100. Our afternoon in the stacks she rated 110%! Her orgasms were always tens.
So why did she sl**p with Greg Brown? On November 13th, two weeks after we’d returned from our weekend with the Smyth-Worthington clan, after we’d started to discuss details of our upcoming marriage, Victoria slept with the captain of the hockey team. He was given only a rating of 13. He’d refused to go down on her! And, although he had an almost eight inch long prick it turned out he was a premature ejaculator. There was no explanation in her narrative of why she’d decided to cheat on me. It made no sense!
I slammed the book shut.
Then I drove to a local Kinko’s and copied every page of all five volumes. Then had the originals back in their hiding place before anyone got home.
I woke up at four-fifteen the next morning! Petrified. I dressed quickly, then I grabbed the locked attaché case I’d put the copied pages in and fled the house. And after finding an open Starbucks I started to read. Trying to figure out what (and who) she’d been doing around Christmas 1993.
During the Christmas break of 1993, my wife had made love with two men besides her husband-to-be. Neither entry provided much info. One, an old high school boyfriend, was a continuation, someone she’d apparently described more fully in Volume One.
The entry for the second, referred to only as Mr. X (an older neighbor, a schoolteacher?), was maddenenly brief. Rating: 5. A non-consensual encounter during a Christmas party. And it wasn’t the first time this unnamed man had ****d her.
And why were these two encounters any worse than the others I’d read? Why had I woken sweating outside and screaming inside?
It was quite simple — my first daughter, Abigail, named for my mother, had been born on September 27th 1994, and now I knew that my wife had slept with two other men during the period she’d conceived her.
It had never occurred to me before that night that I might not be the father of my daughters. That someone else’s sperm had impregnated the egg from which my beautiful Abigail had grown. I’d accepted the detective’s report of Vikki’s infidelities but had never taken it to the next step, that she’d started almost as soon as she’d met me. And too engrossed in my reading it hadn’t occurred to me when I’d first leafed through her diary that afternoon.
I just made it to the Starbucks washroom before I puked up half my stomach. Then I checked the dates for Bernadette, my second daughter. Again there were other possible fathers besides myself. Including Mr. X! He’d ****d her two nights running!
It’s relatively easy to collect the required samples for the DNA paternity test, especially if you all live in the same house. Two thousand bucks and ten days later I knew…
And so, two weeks later, on January 9th, I sold my business to one of the three companies that had been courting me assiduously for the last year. On my threat of voiding the deal and selling to one of their competitors, it was contractually agreed that I’d have the money (forty-eight million) on February 1st but that the deal wouldn’t be announced until the fifteenth. I agreed to stay on with them for one year. He money was hidden in Switzerland by the second.
I transferred the deed to our two country houses to an offshore corporation. And then called a friend who’d had dinner at our place over the holidays and who’d mentioned over coffee and brandy that if I ever decided to sell the house to give him a call. That his wife was in love with the house.
He was interested. ‘You can’t say a word,’ I’d told him as we negotiated in my lawyers office. ‘I’m giving Victoria a new house for Valentines Day,’ I’d explained when he’d asked about the cloak and dagger stuff. Delighted at the idea he promised to say nothing, saying he’d tell his wife the same day — that it would be a perfect gift for her. The sale closed on February 8th with occupation given for March 1st. I’ll give the cheating bitch two weeks to get out I told myself as I sent the money abroad, convinced it was more than she deserved.
February 14th 2008 Valentines Day (con’t)
‘Hey, pay attention you,’ my wife demanded as her slap on my butt brought me back to the present. I could feel the approaching orgasm building in my balls as she continued to raise and lower her hips.
I reached up and grabbed her head, pulling it down until our lips met.
‘Think you’re pretty good don’t you,’ she teased when they finally separated.
‘Better than you deserve,’ I agreed angrily.
‘Fuck you buster,’ she chortled, then reached back and grabbed my balls just as the first strand of cum exploded up my cock. Then she squeezed hard until I almost passed out from the pain and pleasure.
‘You’ll pay for that,’ I promised as, my spending over, I shriveled inside her.
‘Promises, promises,’ she challenged.
Then in a second I had her over my knee, her pretty little bum an irresistible invitation. My hand fell…then a second time…again…harder…harder…
‘Bastard,’ she yelled, but without malice, thinking that this was just another one of our endless sexual variations. Her butt was beet red when I stopped, her squeals of pain still echoing around the room. But when I slipped a hand between her legs I found her sopping. Then I took her ass!
She squirmed and protested under me as I pumped my cock through her anal opening but the wetness that coated the finger I’d inserted in her cunt conveyed her real response and feelings.
‘Christ, what’s got into you this morning,’ she panted when I’d finally finished, when my sperm was deep inside her heaving ass.
‘Well, it is my last day here,’ I said softly as I lifted myself from the bed and headed for the shower.
‘You’re last day where?’ she asked my retreating back. She joined me in the shower within seconds and catlike, rubbed her sticky, sperm coated skin against mine. I pushed her down to her knees and then f***ed her head to my prick, then watched as the warm water cascaded over her beautiful blond curls as her mouth started to move on me. I came in her mouth…deep down her throat…
Back in the bedroom, naked except for a towel I was drying my hair with, I waited for Vikki to appear before I opened the door that led into my private closet and dressing room. It was deserted except for two large leather suitcases sitting side by side on the floor. A large envelope lay atop them.
‘Where are your clothes…your things,’ my wife asked as she looked at the bare shelves, the empty racks and hangers.
‘I packed most of them yesterday…shipped them to my new place. Everything in my library and office too.’
‘Your new place?’
‘I’ve rented a condo…for a year…then I’ll probably move somewhere else.’
‘What are you talking about? We’re moving to a condo?’
‘Just me. And I’ve also sold the company but as part of the contract I’ve agreed to stay on with them for a year,’ I said calmly as I started to dress in the one outfit I’d left out.
‘But…’
‘I’ve sold the house too…you and the girls have to be out by March first.’
‘What do you mean? Are you crazy?’
‘I got a divorce from you last week when I was in Las Vegas,’ I said as I buttoned my shirt. Then bent and handed her the envelope that contained the copy of the quickie divorce and the bill of sale for the house.
‘You love me!’
‘I used to…’
‘Its Valentines Day…we have a party at the Browns tonight,’ my mystified wife said as she opened the envelope and looked inside. ‘You sold the house to the Grahams?’
‘I’m sorry…I’ve found someone else…we’re leaving tonight for fifteen days in Jamaica. She’s younger…’ I lied.
‘Younger than who?’ there was a blazing anger finally growing in her eyes.
‘It’s best this way,’ I said as I bent to lift my bags.
‘This divorce isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on,’ she said as she threw it at me. ‘Do you really think I’m going to let you just walk away? I’ll sue you for every cent you have…I MADE YOU,’ she screamed as I started towards the door. ‘You’ll never see the girls again,’ she threatened.
‘They’ll be better off with you,’ I agreed.
‘You love them…they’re your life…’
‘Leave a message for me with your new address with my secretary…your telephone number…I’ll call you when I get back, say goodbye to the k**s for me,’ I said coldly as I walked to the door and then out into the hall.
‘Daddy will kill you,’ were the last words I heard as I walked away. She didn’t see the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.
Early March
‘We should discuss strategy…we shouldn’t go into the meeting unprepared…I don’t want you saying anything without checking with me,’ my lawyer, Melissa Park, ordered as we swept through the doors of the Chrysler Building on our way to the offices of ‘Slade, Worthington, Bailey’, Attorneys-at-Law, my ex-wife’s divorce lawyers.
I’d found an e-mail and two registered letters from Charles H. Worthington (Vikki’s forty-two year old second cousin) when I’d returned home from my two weeks in Jamaica. The first e-mail and letter were quite friendly missives that informed me that he’d been hired to represent Vikki and that he hoped we could meet and come to an amicable resolution of our marital difficulties. The second letter proposed a meeting to discuss a settlement while suggesting that the ex and my two daughters would be quite satisfied with two thirds of my net worth.
I’d always liked Charlie over the years, he’d been one of the few f****y members I could sit down and drink a beer with comfortably. He was a pretty good guy. Of course my opinion of him had changed somewhat when I’d got to page 33 of Volume 4 of the Sex Diaries and read Vikki’s account of an afternoon she’d spent in her cousins arms. The prick had been given a rating of 63. They’d never repeated their tryst, it apparently was just a chance encounter that had led to sex and then left both slightly embarrassed when they’d finished. Still, it’s pretty hard to think very highly of some guy who’s fucked your wife…especially when he becomes your wife’s divorce lawyer. Charlie was going to have to work hard to earn this fee I’d promised myself.
I’d called my business lawyer after I’d read his letters. He put me onto a Ms. Melissa Park who he described as a real ball breaker.
‘She probably won’t take your case,’ he advised, ‘she prefers taking the woman’s side. But if you can get her she’s the best.’
Expecting a ferocious, mannish lesbian type, I was stunned when her secretary e****ted me into her office the next day. Maybe twenty-eight years old, she turned out to be a spectacularly good looking woman, tall, full hipped and chested, and with a minuscule waist. Long, lustrous, silky black hair that you’d die for.
‘I don’t usually do men Mr. O’Scouries,’ were the first words out of her mouth as she stood and shook my hand.
‘Well I guess we’re pretty lucky this is an easy case then,’ I answered as I took a seat.
‘An easy case? I thought this involved…I mean your lawyer said when he called me that millions were at stake.’
‘I just need an agreement written up and then I’d like you to accompany me to one meeting with my ex’s lawyer,’ I answered with a smile.
‘You’ve already agreed to terms with them?’ she asked dubiously.
‘No…it’s going to be a take it or leave proposition for them. One chance…or off we go to court.’
‘What are you proposing to pay them Mr. O’Scouries?’
‘What I’d like you to put in legalese Ms. Park is the following: I will make no claim on my wife’s assets and she’ll make none on mine. She gets the k**s. And not a goddam cent!’ I sat back when I finished.
‘That’s all?’ I nodded. ‘No custody …No visitation rights at all?’ I shook my head no. ‘Any court in the land will award alimony sir…a share of the assets…support for you daughters…you can’t expect to pay nothing,’ she stammered.
‘We won’t be going to court Ms. Park,’ I promised.
‘But why would they ever agree?’ she asked, clearly mystified.
‘That you’ll find out at the meeting,’ I answered enigmatically.
I think she only agreed to represent me due to curiosity and the fact that the famous Smyth-Worthington f****y was involved. She simply was dying to see what I could possibly have up my sleeve. And so, a week later, on a Friday afternoon, armed only with my offer, Ms. Park and I entered the Chrysler Building and entered the enemy’s lair. Where, when we were e****ted into the firm’s conference room, we found ourselves facing across the table, my wife, her father, and her cousin Charlie.
I refused Charlie’s offered palm. My father-in-law, his face already red and clearly agitated, had muttered ‘asshole’ as I’d entered the room.
‘Speak up Reggie…stop mumbling,’ I ordered as I looked down at him.
‘FUCKER,’ he growled.
My wife was as beautiful as ever. After Charley, always the diplomat, had tried to lead us through the pleasantries, he finally started to tell me Vikki’s demands.
Holding up my hand I simply pulled out my one page agreement, already signed by me, and slipped it across the table. He read it quickly before Reggie grabbed it from his hand, then looked up questioningly at my lawyer. ‘You know this isn’t serious Melissa,’ he implored just as my father-in-law tore the offer in half.
‘I have a couple of other copies Reggie,’ I said smiling.
‘Melissa?’ Charlie asked again.
‘Its Mr. O’Scouries show Charlie…I’m just his lawyer.’
‘But,’ he started, then turned to me and asked, ‘Surely you don’t want to go to court Patrick? The publicity?’
‘It might be fun,’ I said softly. I saw a hint of amusement in Vikki’s eyes as I spoke. I suddenly realized she was enjoying the show almost as much as I.
‘We’ve tried to be reasonable,’ Charlie implored.
‘Charlie you’re asking for nearly thirty five fucking million dollars.’
‘But you’ll still have millions left.’
‘Well, I think I’ll take my chances in court then…see what the jury thinks.’
‘The judge will kick your black Irish ass,’ my father-in-law promised.
‘He might,’ I agreed as I pushed my chair back from the table and started to stand. Melissa, clearly surprised at the outcome, also started to rise.
‘Wait…wait…lets talk about this Patrick…no need to rush off …I’m sure we can reach an agreement,’ the clearly nonplussed Charlie begged.
Turning to Melissa I asked, ‘Do we have to give our list of witnesses to them now?’
Knowing nothing of any list she still showed no surprise and quickly answered, ‘No sir…not yet…they’ll get it later…when the trial date is set.’
‘What witnesses?’ Charlie demanded.
‘The adulterers Charlie…the adulterers.’
‘The who?’
‘The men who fucked my wife…who’ve cuckolded me.’
Charlie, his face now bright red, sputtered, ‘We don’t need that kind of evidence…it’s a no fault state…we’ve agreed to the divorce…we’re just discussing the settlement terms now Patrick.’
‘Still…it can’t hurt me in the court of public opinion can it? Although I’m not sure how it’ll work if you have to cross examine yourself, I added. Reggie looked like he was ready to explode. Vikki’s eyes were smiling.
‘Me?’ Charlie whimpered.
‘If you drag my daughters name through the mud I’ll fucking kill you,’ Reggie suddenly screamed, all control now gone. ‘We’re Smyth-Worthingtons for god’s sake,’ he added as his spittle sprayed angrily outwards from his open mouth.
‘I just think that the judge might be interested in the diaries…maybe the New York Post too,’ I answered.
For seconds there wasn’t a sound in the room until Charlie finally spat out, ‘What diaries?’
‘Volumes Two, Three, Four and Five of My Sexual Life by Mrs. Victoria Penelope Smyth-Worthington O’Scouries…complete with illustrations… names of course, occupations, penile measurements and the rated sexual performance for each of the eighty-eight men who’ve slept with her since she married me.’
‘Eighty-eight?’ Charlie asked.
‘You’ve read my diaries?’ Vikki whispered. Reggie looked like he’d suffered a heart attack.
I turned to leave the room.
Hardly recovered Charlie still was able to ask, ‘But what about the girls…your daughters?’
‘Oh I guess we’ll just have to call their real father to the stand won’t we counselor. Shouldn’t it be up to him to support them?’
‘But you’re their father,’ Charlie insisted.
‘Not according to the DNA lab at Columbia,’ I answered.
‘Then who is?’ he asked as he turned to Vikki.
There was a profound sadness in her eyes as she looked up at me and said, ‘Paddy will always be their daddy.’
‘I’ll leave you another copy of my offer,’ I said as I slipped another copy of the agreement from my briefcase and placed it on the table. ‘I think we’re through here Ms. Park,’ I said as I took her arm to lead her out. Not able to look at my wife any longer, to face her sadness, I was suddenly in a rush to escape.
‘COCKSUCKER,’ Reggie hissed at my retreating back.
I turned back slowly, pierced him with a stare for seconds before saying, ‘Reggie, if you touch either of those two girls I’ll cut your prick off and shove it down your throat.’ Then I walked out of the room.
‘Jesus H. Christ,’ my lawyer muttered as we left the offices. We went directly from Charlie’s offices to a bar. I slept with a woman besides my wife for the first time that night. Melissa screamed out her pleasure when I emptied a months worth of cum inside her orgasming center. We were both sated when I finally stumbled from her apartment late into the morning. Heck, nothing to it. It’s just sex…anyone woman will do I tried to convince myself as I drove home.
I didn’t fool myself.
The next day we received the signed and notarized agreement back.
Epilogue April 1st 2008
I’d slowly settled into some semblance of living as the weeks had passed. I was busy at work getting the new bosses up to date while making sure the old employees were comfortable…
I’d gone on dates with three women…and slept again with Melissa.
…And spent endless hours thinking of my two daughters…finally coming to realize my love for them was stronger than anything else. But I didn’t act! Simply let the days pass wondering what they were thinking and doing. Finally knew that you can’t love a person for every single second of their life and than suddenly stop loving them. It doesn’t work that way.
*****
The front door of my rented condo rang at a couple of minutes before eight in the morning on April Fools Day. I’d just been about to leave for the office and had my suit jacket over my arm when I opened the door and found her. Neither of us said as word as we stared silently at each other.
Then I pulled Victoria into the apartment and threw her to the floor. Seconds later, with her skirt now pushed above her waist and her torn panties hanging from one leg, I pushed my cock deep inside her. We fucked like a****ls, angry, hungry, needy, on the hard marble tiles on my vestibule floor, the door of my condo gaping open.
Neither of us cared — it was a fast, hard fuck. Then we did it again, slower but still with a fierceness, an intensity that I knew I’d never find with anyone else.
‘I was horny…I still am,’ she said as her hand reached for my still throbbing cock. ‘I’ve missed you.’ She didn’t have to ask if I’d missed her. We made love the third time.
****
‘The girls miss you,’ she whispered much later. As we lay entwined on the bed, sticky and sweaty from our lovemaking.
‘How are they?’
‘They need you Paddy…they need you so much.’
‘They must hate me.’
‘Three quarters of their friends parents are divorced…I told them you loved them, that you just needed a little time. That it was me you were mad at, not them.’
‘But…’
‘I know we’ll never get back together…but they love you. So much. Let me send them to spend next weekend with you…maybe at the beach house? I’ll call them, now,’ she said as she reached for her purse and her cell phone. I stayed silent as she dialed the number. When it started ringing she held it to my ear.
‘Mommy?’ I heard my daughter ask.
‘No… its daddy,’ I said softly.
‘DAAAAAAAAAADY,’ my thirteen year old daughter Abigail squealed, then I heard her yell, ‘Bernadette, hurry, come here, it’s daddy on the line.’ Tears coursed down my lips as I talked to my two girls. Vikki, watching me as she dressed, sported a sad smile on her lips.
Later, after I’d hung up the phone, a weekend with my daughters agreed to, I walked Vikki to the door.
‘Do you want to do this again?’ she asked. We both knew the answer.
‘Am I going to be in the diary?’
She reached into her purse and pulled out a familiar red book and then handed it to me. I opened the cover and read:
VICTORIA PENELOPE SMYTH-WORTHINGTON O’SCOURIES
MY SEXUAL LIFE
VOLUME ONE
THE EARLY YEARS
‘You don’t have to…it’s none of my business…it’s your life,’ I protested as I tried to give it back.
‘Don’t you want to know the whole story?’ There was a new vulnerability in her eyes as she talked, a look I’d never seen in all our years together. ‘Why? Who?’
‘No,’ I denied even though I knew I wanted to.
‘I’ll always love you,’ she said as she backed away towards the elevator, leaving the book in my hand.
‘You should…heck, I’m the only hundred you’ve ever met,’ I teased.
I saw the light reignite in her eyes, saw the smile suddenly blossom on her lips. ‘Hah, you mean you were!’ she said, then turned as the doors of the elevator opened.
‘Hey,’ I yelled, ‘So how often can I expect these visits of yours?’
‘We’ll see,’ she said as the elevator door closed.
THE END
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I never expected that, never expected to go out, I never intended to cheat. But that’s not the point, even though I never expected it. It happened. Tonight is Valentines, you know the time of love, being with your significant other, being faithful. My boyfriend and I went out to a movie, I got home at around 11:30. My parents were waiting for me. ‘Ohhh hey’ I said as I walked through my door. ‘Why didn’t you tell us what time you were getting back’ My dad asked sternly ‘sorry, you were asleep...
Hello everyone of Indian sex stories dot net this is a cool guy from Nagpur. This is my first story on iss so kindly understand and try to cope up with the long description. Any female wants to have sexy chats can contact me on So let’s begin with the story which happened with me 3 years back when I was in 2nd year of engineering she was one of the girls in group of my senior friends her name was Aditi (changed for obvious reasons) let me tell you about her she was a perfect bomb walking...
So Almost a year into your sex-filled relationship and its our first valentines together. its been a week since we last saw each other and i owe Bappy big! wearing a tight shirt, baggy jeans and low cut vest under my shirt i could see his excitement as i walked down the stairs at the train station. walking to union square and we stop for a cuddle and i can feel his member hard in his pants. a few hours pass and we decide to go back to his to celebrate properly. as soon as we get into his room...
I never expected that, never expected to go out, I never intended to cheat. But that's not the point, even though I never expected it. It happened. Tonight is Valentines, you know the time of love, being with your significant other, being faithful. My boyfriend and I went out to a movie, I got home at around 11:30. My parents were waiting for me."Ohhh hey" I said as I walked through my door."Why didn't you tell us what time you were getting back" My dad asked sternly"sorry, you were asleep when...
Love StoriesThis part is continuity of valentine day celebration, I and Radhika both were naked, sitting on sofa and watching tv. We both had much more time to enjoy till her roommate reach the flat, I started to ask about swomiya, radhika told sowmiya is from nellore, ap working in same mnc where radhika also works. I told radhika that sowmiya looks so cute and her body looks great. For which radhika pinched on my chest and radhika stood up from the sofa, asked me to drink coke. I told radhika that I will...
There is no sex in this story, hence non-erotic. It is a short story but I hope you find it to be a good read. I was sitting on the couch watching a ball game when I knew something was up. My twin thirteen year old daughters came in the room smiling and each sat beside me. "Ok girls, what are you two up to now?" Kerry and Sherry were the loves of my life. When I talk to them they often talk at the same time and even finish each others sentences. They have double teamed me for years knowing...
Brianna jumped and quickly tucked the bottle under her bed when she heard the front door slam. She rolled over quickly and picked up the school textbook she'd discarded on the floor yesterday, flipping the book right-side up and acting as if she had been reading it the whole time in case somebody came in. The smell of liquor on her breath was pretty strong and she was sure that if anybody sat down next to her they'd smell it. She swept her long chestnut mane behind her nervously and...
The perfect Valentine’s Day present… Every year, throughout the Western World, men wrack their brains for the perfect gift. Who wants to grab something off the supermarket shelf? The umpteenth box of chocolates, the corset from Victoria’s Secret that your sweetheart might simply laugh at, the same roses as last year and the year before? Then what? Something that will show your caring love, your thoughtfulness in collecting and remembering the smallest hints, your patience in seeking–or better,...
I wake to an empty home, I made my way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I'm half asleep as I opened the cabinet to get a cup. I turn around and ask, "What's this?"I see a stuffed animal and a heart shape box of chocolates along with a card. I move it to the side so I can pour my coffee. I grab the items and then head to my chair. Naturally, my wife sealed the envelope as I open it up. Its a very touching card. Placing it to the side, I take a sip of my coffee. I lean back in my chair and...
Straight SexI awoke Sunday morning before Natalie. Her body pressed up behind mine just as I would cuddle her in our sleep a few days before. Her left arm was nestled under the gentle inward curve I now had between my ribs and hips, her left hand still clinging to my chest. Her other hand was between my thighs, just barely touching my feminine slit. Her breasts pressed into my back, her lips on my shoulder. I felt safe. I lay there for nearly an hour, not wanting to ever leave her embrace. I...
Natalie and I snuggled in bed. The television was on, but we had long since stopped paying it much mind. Our hands roamed over each other, and light kisses kept our foreplay even more playful than normal. "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day," she said, in a tone that suggested she was plotting more than reminding. I chuckled and nibbled on her ear. "I know we have dinner reservations, but I was hoping you would be open to something a little more romantic. Something a little kinkier...
The date is Valentine’s day, 2010. No matter how hard you tried, you just could not get the day off at work. You were understandably upset, but you kept your cool and I just said, ‘honey do what you have to do, I’ll be waiting at home for you with something special.’ This eases the frustration of the day, and next thing you know you’re released. As you head home you think of the vague promise of happiness that you’re headed to. You’re so excited because we had missed the last 2 Valentine’s...
As I opened my eyes the next morning, I was startled to see Natalie facing me just inches from my face. "I I've been awake for half an hour," she said with a gentle smile. "I just didn't want my girl waking up alone." With that, she kissed me tenderly on the lips. We slowly got out of bed, and took turns in the bathroom. When I got out, I found that Natalie had laid out a pair of pink cotton panties for me to go along with one of her camisoles. I got dressed with my...
I awoke to the feeling of gentle kissing and sucking on my nipples. Instinctively, I clung to Natalie, her fingernails lightly digging into my back. "A guy could get used to waking up like this," I said softly. "How would you know?" she answered, teasingly. "Hmm?" Her hand slid down my body and cupped my pussy. "How would you know?" she whispered. A couple of fingers entered my sex. "It's just us girls here," she whispered as she nibble at my breast, her fingers dancing...
I was so much in love with Trish. She was a 19 year old at that time, a real cutie with wheatish complexion, just like me. Although she is 6 years younger than me, but we shared some magical chemistry, since we first saw each other, some time back. Trish is about 5’3” tall, having an amazing figure of 34-28-34. Although a bit on the plump side, she is an angel. Her smile is a cute, to-die-for one, carrying an aura of cheer, wherever she goes. She has burgundy-streaked shoulder length hair. It...
It is just a normal Saturday for me, as I’m at home cleaning house and planning on baking something special later. You are off running the few errands I gave to you, and should be back anytime soon. It feels so good as I go room to room, dusting, fluffing up pillows and such, making the books on shelves nice and neat again, and so forth. It’s about 2 p.m. now, and I’ve made my way back to the kitchen to get all the ingredients for the dessert I plan on making. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I...
On Valentine’s Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand made chocolates that he had driven to Gatlinburg to buy from from the candy store where we had brought chocolates on our first weekend away together, and a beautiful leather paddle with a pink heart emblazoned on the front. The paddle was the most significant gift because it signified that he was...
maybe not an adventure, it all took place in the same location. this is kinda overdue but better late then never. the lovely couple i often play with was nice enough to include me in their romantic evening after they finished their main plans. i had a nice bit of "me time" to relax before the fun started.to start off i decided to eat her out. she has a nice, soft, shaved pussy. its perfect for oral. nothing feels more sensual than a soft, well padded, plump pussy. i adore a meaty cunt, and i...
He was completely and utterly bored. Another Valentine’s when the same thing would happen- dinner and drinks at the hotel, then back home for Valentine’s sex, which if he was lucky would include the lights being on. He was so fed up with it all- when they first got married, 20 years ago, the sex was amazing- she would always surprise him in some way and drive him wild. Kids and the mundane routine killed that years ago. Though they were both still quite young, in their early 40’s, he felt like...
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Karen slipped the file back into her desk drawer glad that the day wasfinally done. She wondered what her husband David had planned for Valentine’s Day. It was probably just chocolates and roses as it had been for most of their 15 years together. She secretly hoped it would be more and had even worn the thigh high stockings beneath her office clothes in case he had something more passionate planned. Then her phone chimed. Karen picked it up expecting to see a message from David, but it was’nt....
Valentine’s Day was approaching, and my husband didn’t know what to get me. I had gone through a weight loss and was feeling confident enough to start showing off my body a bit more. His gift to me was handing me the credit card and telling me to go pick out some new lingerie. I could get whatever made me feel sexy. He gave me the name of a small boutique that he had been to and had several things he would like to see me in, but he wouldn’t tell me what they were. Credit card in hand, I headed...
I wanted to reward my husband for allowing me to fulfill my fantasy as my Valentine’s gift. He stood in the dressing room with Amber and me. We were both naked and if she was half as wet as I was, she was ready to fuck. Steve was fully clothed, but Amber and I had just finished my first experience with another woman. He knew how much I fantasized about it, and had arranged for me to meet Amber while I tried on new lingerie. I enjoyed every moment of it and was ready for more. I unzipped Steve’s...
Our night started off with a short 45 minute drive to the restaurant of our choice. We enjoyed a great meal and had some cocktails. After the meal we started our decent for home after some talking about the rest of our evening I could tell she was not in the mood for driving s I pulled over. She was in full agreement as I pulled the truck onto a side road and shut it off. Immediately after I shut the truck off she started kissing me and touching me. Her lips were moist and I could feel her...
(This is a true story while some small details have been changed to protect the ‘not so innocent’.) February 14, 2014 Valentine’s Day and I’m stuck working a 12-hour shift. I look at my watch and start counting down the hours until my break. I’m just dying to check my phone. This is my first Valentine’s Day that I actually could have plans. If only I could check my damn phone. I can’t wait any longer. I lie and tell my boss I have to pee. I practically run to the stall and don’t even...
Hey all… Myself Raj back with yet another new experience and yeah this time something new. Drop your comments @ Firstly wanna thank all the true/fake/despo/ladies and other profiles or people who dropped comments showed interest and then create negative environment. Sorry guys,girls & ladies. These are my true experiences and I would not like any of my sentiments hurted. Appreciate you behave properly. Anyways back to fun… Out of all mails received I got a mail from a Muslim couple from...
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I tried to sleep, and I nodded off for a few hours, but it didn’t stick. I was tossing and turning. I was hot, and my various joints and muscles were aching me more than usual, or perhaps I was just more conscious of it than I usually am. In any case, I was tossing and turning. I was conscious, too, that this might be hurting Kelly’s quality of sleep. After an hour or so, I was wide awake, nervous, in pain, and feeling like a nuisance. I got up and went back to the downstairs bar. While we...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: March 1, 2010) Chapter 24 - Holliday Surprise Wednesday morning had me dreading school again. I couldn't believe that the day before I had been excited to go to school as Megan. Now, I was considering dressing up as Brett again....
Chapter 1: Doomsday in Metropolis It was just a normal Tuesday in downtown Metropolis. Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, and Diana Prince were in the middle of ordering coffee at the local superhero themed diner to enjoy civilian life for once. “I’ll take mine black” Bruce said to the waitress that was dressed as Wonderwoman. “Typical, let me guess you’ll have the toast extra dark too.” The real Wonderwoman said in jest at the brooding billionaire. Clark smirked, though they had faced down gods together...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: January 4, 2010) Chapter 16 - Holliday Dinner Dad, acting as our agent instead of my dad (I hoped), had made us reservations at an upscale restaurant. I also found out that pulling a limo up to the door was not exactly the best...
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California… Anaheim… Disneyland And suddenly, the loudspeakers all over the park announced, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Dayton Hillbilly Marching Band from Dayton Ridge, Texas.’ A momentary hush fell over the crowds, until from beyond the Matterhorn came the sound of drums and then the sound of horns, cymbals and washboards as the band played ‘The Horse’ and marched to their position directly in front of Cinderella’s Castle. The people all gathered as the drum majors silently...
Pichle parts mein aapne padha, ki Daya ko bukhaar ho gaya. Aur hospital mein usko doctor Karan ne choda. Udhar Daya ka pati Jethalal nurse Shweta ke sath rangraliya mana raha tha. Ab wapas chalte hai Daya ki taraf. Karan se chudne ke baad Daya ki chut shaant ho gayi thi, aur woh aaram se so gayi thi. 12 baj chuke the, aur Daya so rahi thi. Woh ek taraf karwat leke soyi hui thi. Tabhi ek hath Daya ke boobs par aaya, aur uske boobs dabane laga. Fir woh hath uski shirt ke andar gaya, aur uske...
Pichli mein aapne padha, ki kaise Jethalal aur Madhavi ne train ke luggage compartment mein maze se chudai kari. Ab thoda peeche chalte hai flashback mein. Sab log gaadiyon mein baith kar station ke liye nikalne waale the. Daya ne aaj yellow saree pehni thi, uske sath blouse bhi yellow hi tha. Uska blouse deep-cut tha, to uski mastani cleavage dikh rahi thi. Cleavage mein uska latakta hua mangalsutra dekh kar to kisi ka bhi mann dol sakta tha. Jab Jethalal client se milne chala gaya, to...