She Stole My Wife - Chapter 1 (Betrayed) free porn video

She brings another woman home, and leaves him out.

She came to bed late that night. I remember her walking in the room, her body silhouetted against the light from the hall way. I could tell she was wearing her special robe, the red silk one with the royal blue collar and lining that made her body glow like the embers of a fire. She turned to close the door, and her backlit silhouette changed form as it began to bask in the subtle moonlight that spilled in from the large glass door that led from our room to the little deck outside. As she turned into the light, she revealed her bosom nearly bursting from a sexy black lace bra, and her sexy long legs posed provocatively in a black lace panty and thigh high stockings.

It might seem cliché to think of a sexy woman approaching her long term lover seductively, dressed like this, but it was not usual in our routine. Tonight was a rare night. She was rarely interested in initiating anything sexual beyond a quickie, or permitting any kind of acceleration of the kissing/heavy petting process. She never cared to set a romantic stage, and lingerie was rarest of all. Still, after all these years, my heart leapt at the sight of my every day Andrea. Even first thing in the morning, before the hair fixing and the makeup that preceded each work day, she was beautiful. She was the most to me, even at her worst, but dressed like this she was irresistible. She was the love of my life, and in over three decades of being in love, I still couldn't keep my hands off of her.

She walked to my side of the bed, and settled into a deep luscious kiss. I wrapped my arms around her smooth skin under the soft silky touch of the light robe. She rose to her knees above me, and lowered the robe off her shoulders. The moonlight looked even more beautiful then.

I felt her cool hands slide my shirt over my head and my pajama down my legs. I was as hard as I had ever been. Before her hands had finished their work disentangling my feet from my pants, I felt her mouth slide over my throbbing erection. The new warm and wet sensation intensified my throbbing, and her tongue soon settled into a rhythm of play egging it on. She lightly grazed the skin with her teeth, and had me writhing in pleasure on the mattress. I placed my hands behind her head and caressed her as I moaned, letting her know how good it felt.

Oral sex was even more rare than lingerie with my Andy. On the few occasions she had consented, I was always scolded before she started about the consequences of coming in her mouth. She always did it with an air of reluctance on a birthday or after I had done something special for her that she felt a need to thank me for. It was always a short lived, unenthusiastic passion-free act that left me wondering "Why bother?"

Tonight was different. She approached tonight like she had approached bathing my c***dren when they were babies. She was tender, slow, patient and caring. Though entirely out of character, I didn't complain, because it felt like nothing else ever had. Just as I felt the stirrings of my climactic eruption, I warned her she had to stop. I expected her to pull right off as she always had, and finish me with her trademark aggressive hand job. Her idea of jerking me off had always been my least favorite sexual endeavor. She was always vigorous, sometimes to the point of painful. She was always in a hurry to finish me off so she could get on to bigger and better things. Hand jobs were generally to be avoided, and I had learned early on during her time of month and pregnancies, that it was best to jerk off myself to avoid the illusion of being horny rather than to allow her to "take care of me." However I could never decline or avoid them when they were attached to an oral sex prelude. However, this was different tonight also.

"Don't hold back, Jimmy, you can cm in my mouth tonight."

I'd like to tell you I just couldn't bring myself to do that. I'd be lying. As soon as she said that, I pressed on the back of her head, and helped her into a rhythm of pumping on my dick. Her tongue accented each action swirling and licking as it passed. Within seconds, I moaned loudly as I spewed my semen deep into her eager mouth. She swallowed, and then kissed me deeply, tonguing me with the residue of my own seed.

"Don't think that's all there is, Jimmy. Don't plan on sleeping just yet."

She kissed me again, then went to clean up.

When she came back, she rolled me on my stomach, and began to massage me. All the things that made her hand jobs stink, made her massages amazing. She rubbed jasmine scented oils deep into my skin, working the muscles from neck to toe, carefully kneading the tension from each one. When she rolled me back over again, my flaccid cock had already forgotten it had been exercised once, and was sleepily reconstructing itself into a ready to party erection. She rubbed down my stomach, but skipped the groin area, concentrating on my legs and feet again. She sc****d her fingernails the length of my legs as she shifted her attention back to the groin, where the reconstruction of my hard cock was now complete.

"Not yet," she whispered into my ear, and she swung her leg over my head, and lowered her pussy to my eager mouth. As lukewarm as she was about giving head, you might expect that she wouldn't expect much orally. Fair is fair, right? Well no, not with Andy. She taken the old adage "All's fair in love and war." and spun it to her own use for years. To her, it read, "Nothing's fair in love and war." Andy was an eager recipient of oral sex, and often a demanding recipient. Failure to deliver, especially on the grounds of "Why you and not me?" resulted in weeks of no sex. She could live with that, but I couldn't, so delivery was always prompt, enthusiastic, and on demand.

She rode my face like a quarter horse, positioning whatever part of her pussy most needed attention on my mouth or tongue with the exact desired pressure and motion. I knew how important it was at moments like this to just lie back and enjoy the ride, even if it was me who was being ridden. I did, and soon my cock was again throbbing, begging for attention. I winced when I felt that attention materialize from her hands, but this time they were as gentle as a spring rain. They brushed the skin lightly all around, teasing it. I began to twitch and reach for a stronger touch b following her touch with my hips. My tongue continued to work feverishly along her labia, spin little circles around her clit, and dive deeply into her oozing sex. If I tried to lighten its touch, mimicking her hand play, she ground her hips down onto me, practically suffocating me in her sex.

She came as she ground. As she did, she rocked back and forth on my face. I inhaled deeply at every chance, barely noticing the lack of air due to the intoxicating effect I was feeling from the combination of the smells, tastes, sounds, and heat of her climaxing body stacked above and pressing itself upon my eyes, nose mouth and ears. As her orgasm subsided, she turned around, and my view changed from one of her luscious ass cheeks to one of her bosom swaying, as she recommenced my sexual suffocation from a 180 degree reverse angle. This time as she rocked she alternately grabbed my ears and my hair, using them as handles to control the angle and pressure my head exerted behind my eagerly servicing tongue and lips. In no time at all, she was cumming again, only this time, before her waves of orgasm had exhausted themselves, she slid her hips down my body and pierced her pussy with my steely cock, which had been largely neglected since she had rotated her body on my face.

I entered her quickly and to the hilt. She sat there undulating her hips, grinding them down to force me as deeply inside as possible. This was a fucking to remember, but I didn't care why it was happening, I didn't care to know anything other than the a****l lust that had consumed me and apparently my very horny and inspired wife. Her humping soon became hard and fast, but I was a long way from my second ejaculation. The second time never came fast for me, and was always a source of pleasure and challenge. It was pleasure to me that I could keep experiencing seemingly never ending sex, and a challenge for her to see how quickly she could accomplish her goal.

As she kissed me deeply, she drove her tongue all over my mouth. Then as she broke one last long kiss, she grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me eye to eye, and said, "It's time to cum. Cum in me now."

She said it quietly, but in a sure commanding tone, and unwilling to break the spell and spoil the moment, I did. My orgasm released such energy, that I was amazed she could stay connected to me. She held on tightly as I thrashed and spasmed all over the bed. I must've actually roared, because she covered my mouth with her hand , and giggled as she approached her own orgasm. We continued to twitch and cling to each other for what seemed an eternity, but finally settled in each others arms as our heart rates slowed and my erection subsided while still held warmly in her pussy.

Eventually we lay back onto the bed, spent. As our breathing slowed, and the afterglow of our passion melted towards the drowsiness of a comfortable satisfied sleep, she rolled herself over and looked me deep in the eye. I smiled. She didn't.

"Jimmy," she began but hesitated, never breaking her gaze. She often found herself at a loss for words.

"Andrea, you know I love you! Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I want a divorce."

So much for a comfortable satisfied sleep and basking in the afterglow of passion. Talk about out of the blue! One minute we were making passionate love, and the next she was ending life as I had known it. Twenty six years of marriage and four years of dating came crashing to a halt in four little words. I could feel my face muscles skewing my expression into the same "What the ...." Look I usually reserve for incredibly stupid things drivers do on highways.

Andrea's words had clearly blindsided me. She was so much more than a lover and wife, she was my best friend, my only true confidant, my most honestly voiced critic. In every way she was my other half. I could never think of keeping secrets from her. She was the only friend I could share them with. She washed, I dried. I cut the grass, she trimmed and swept the walks. I washed the cars, she vacuumed the floors. Our entire life had been divided into the two sides of a balance that now was suddenly tipping and dumping its contents all over the floor.

We had everything in life. Beautiful k**s, a nice home, secure jobs, and even a nice vacation home at the shore. We did everything together. We worked for the same local school system in the same department. We finished each others sentences. We were the first person each would turn to as a collaborator on a project. We loved the same foods and movies and music. We both loved concerts and dancing, and dabbled in painting.

Two k**s were grown and out of the house. The youngest was autistic, and would probably be living with us for a long time, but at 16 had become quite independent and was functioning well in the community.

"I know this is going to be hard, but I want a divorce."

I just couldn't imagine what brought this on. Part of me was aching to know, but for the first time in thirty years, I couldn't read her thoughts. She was so beautiful. Her brown hair had thinned and was whitening, her hips had spread with the glory of three c***dbirths, and her waistline had spread as our habits became less active, but the face under that hair line still melted me when it lit up with a smile, the hips swayed sexily whenever she moved, but especially when she drew looks on a dance floor, and her figure still made me aroused whenever I looked at it, which was whenever she was around.

"How can I understand this Andrea, it's coming out of nowhere! I deserve better!"

Then she smiled. One of the few things about her that was irritating was the way she smiled when angry or nervous. This was not the smile which accompanied humor, or even the smile of a tease after she got the best of someone. This was her father's smile, the one he used to say you missed curfew, or you couldn't have the car.

"Jimmy, you are my best friend, and the love of my life. You are the father of my c***dren, and I will always love you for that...."

"This sounds rehearsed, Andy, you've been planning this!"

I had interrupted her rhythm. She let out a sigh of surrender, and abandoned her planned speech. I could see in her face recognition that she was going to have to dig deeper. A tear came to her eye. She took a deep breath or two to gather herself. I remember her learning to use deep breathing to control her nerves as part of the Lamaze classes we took before our daughter was born 24 years ago. There was nothing this woman could do that I didn't understand completely, so a divorce was especially bizarre.

"I love you. I always will. I just don't see myself growing old with you."

That hurt. Growing old with her was my only wish, my dream.

"When we met and dated and married, I was on fire for you. I couldn't keep my hands off you. I needed to be near you. I had to be touching you all the time, even if that just meant my foot against yours. Now I just don't feel that electricity."

She paused, but obviously had more to say.

"I need to."

The last couple of years she had cooled sexually. We had always been very active, and I had done everything I could to satisfy her. I gave her oral until she demanded I stop. There was no part of her I wouldn't kiss! I did anything she wanted, any way she wanted it. She loved to have me slowly kiss down her body, tenderly circling her nipples, never sucking, and spending a great deal of time touching and kissing the silky underside. She loved me spending a great amount of attention kissing and licking the very base of her breasts where her bra irritated her all day. She would guide my hand to her pussy as I did this, and loved it when I gently cupped her entire vulva, holding it in the palm of my hand.

I knew she loved foreplay gentle, so I never rushed it. I took time massaging her until she wriggled her lips around a finger, her signal that I was welcome to explore. I would spread her lips open, tracing them lightly with the invited finger, and let my lips continue their journey down her body. Her breathing would intensify as I kissed through her pubic hair. She kept her hair trimmed in length, but otherwise natural because she loved the feeling of her pussy being approached. When I could feel her wetness build, I would spread her lips and let my tongue lick slowly. When I finally moved to her clitoris, he would explode. Sometimes I would follow that by teasing her anus as she came down from climax, and that would send her right back into spasms that I could feel in her sphincter as it twitched on my fingertip. At that point she would whisper at me frantically "I need you in me NOW." I would slide up bring my rock hard penis to her dripping pussy. She would grab it, pull me in, and command me to cum now. If I didn't cum right away, she would buck like a bronco, whispering "Fuck me! Cum now!" until I did.

I couldn't vary the routine. It was always the same. If I did, she would physically move me to the prescribed step in the pattern. It was dependable but as happens with most routines, became boring. It seemed I was doing all kinds of giving, while receiving what amounted to a quickie. She knew I loved oral too, but she hated putting my cock in her mouth. She did reluctantly on special occasions, but it was always a couple of kisses on the side, 2 or 3 quick pumps in her mouth, and then "I don't want you too excited yet." She would follow this by immediately initiating "the routine."

She loved anal stimulation, and for a while enjoyed a variation on the game, where she would turn her back to me in bed, whisper "tease me" and push her anus back against my hard cock. Just as I would get excited and the head would gain entry, she turn, kiss me and whisper "lick me!" close into my ear. Back to the routine!

The idea that I couldn't electrify her, after years of submitting myself to her familiar drill was painful. I had to sit down.

"So you need something new and different?

She just nodded her agreement.

"So who is he? Do I know him?"

"There isn't another man! I wouldn't do that to you! You have been an amazing husband, you are a terrific father, and you're my best friend! I couldn't ever be satisfied with another man!"

I felt only moderately better. We had always told each other the straight story, and I had no reason to doubt she was doing so now.

"So you're not having an affair?"

"I didn't say that."

I guess I couldn't read her as well as I thought. I guess I did have reason to doubt. The trust that we had built our entire life on was a sham

"Its Kim Morgan."

I didn't think it was possible to be this badly blindsided twice in one day. Kim was the librarian at Andrea's school. She was well liked by all. She was friendly, dynamic, and projected an image of big tough and free from the Harley she drove to school to the wild trendy hair cuts she wore.

"Jimmy, Kim is everything I need right now. She is gentle and loving, and she sends that electricity through me like you used to."

My mind raced to all our pillow talk through the years. She had always been interested in bisexual fantasies, but always shut them down saying it would never happen, and that she took her marriage seriously. I guess that was all out the window.

She talked to me for hours, trying to explain. She never realized that I wasn't talking back. Everything she had to say just convinced me that there was nothing I could do to fix or fight this. It was a done deal. I felt betrayed. I had invested 30 years in our relationship, 26 years on a marriage, all the while hearing from her how important our vows were, how jealous she'd be if I cheated, how I was everything to her, her entire world.

My mind raced through all of the "should haves." I should have taken a pass on marriage. I should have read the sexual signs sooner. I should have gone out for some extra-curricular fun while I was young. I should have dated girls for their big tits and adeptness at blow jobs and kinky sex. I shouldn't have traded all the supposedly shallow delights for the opportunity to have a beautiful life with a woman who wanted to grow old with me.

"Damn," I thought. "What am I thinking? I wouldn't have had my k**s or those amazing years with Andrea."

"Andrea, do you remember when you broke up with me for a month in college, when you were afraid we were going too fast? Do you remember me telling you I never wanted to be with someone who didn't want to be with me? Do you remember me telling you I would never let you see me lick my wounds? I still feel that way. You get what you want: your divorce."

"The house is mine, that was in the pre-nup your dad made us sign. You'll want custody of Jeffy. You wanted a third c***d so badly, you promised you'd be doing the lion's share of raising him, and I'm going to need the time to re-build my life. Relax, I'll be very involved, but you'll have custody. You can take whatever furnishing you want before the divorce is final. I intend to throw away anything we acquired together, however the items I have from my family are out of bounds. They were mine outside the marriage. Now pack and get out."

"Jimmy, we have to work some things out. You know we're broke. We can't go to Dad for help, he lost everything he had in that investment scheme he sold us on as well. I don't want to move and it would kill Jeffy to not have us together. You can't afford to pay your share of our bills and the mortgage. You'll lose this place! You'll lose our home, Jeffy will be crushed."

Unfortunately she was making some sense, but the picture she was beginning to pait was one of total hell on Earth.

"Kim will move in. We will keep the big room, you will move into Gary's room. With two salaries, we'll pay you enough rent to cover the mortgage. Then you and I can split the bills, and we'll be ok."

Oh Joy, wouldn't this be fun? Hell on earth to the nth power. Kim moving in made me shudder. Still, I was determined to get through this and settle into a new life as soon as possible. I reluctantly agreed. Andrea stood up and came over to hug or kiss me. I stopped her. Things had changed, and though my dick was still wet from what I thought was making love, but what she clearly intended only as a farewell fuck, I had no interest in touching her ever again. I had no interest in making any pretense that things could continue at all as usual.

The day Kim moved in was very tense. I had agreed to letting them have the master bedroom, but made it clear the rest of the house was mine. They couldn't change décor, and had to meet my standards of housekeeping. I used that day to visit a divorce attorney, who was delighted at our pre-nup contract. She told me he would have a legal separation in place within a couple of days that reflected our agreements and unconventional living arrangement. She said an uncontested divorce could be final in a couple of months since the pre-nup spelled out exactly how our property would be divided. I was miserable when I left her office. I was more miserable when I arrived home to my first night of my wife sleeping I my bed with a lover who wasn't me, and me sleeping in a strange bed.

The week that followed was no better. I thought I'd do ok with things, but my sex drive didn't know I no longer had a willing lover close by, and having two fine looking women making themselves at home was driving me wild. The fact that they would kiss and fawn over each other openly made things worse, and often sent me into my room in retreat. Still we held an uneasy peace until late that first Friday night.

"OH HELL YEAH! YES BABY, THAT'S THE FUCKING SPOT!"

I woke suddenly from a deep sleep confused and bleary eyed. The whispers that followed weren't exactly quiet.

"Ssshhhh, they'll hear you!"

"I'm sorry baby. But when you lick my clit like that, I go wild. I'll be quiet, just don't stop!"

Oh didn't this just top all. My wife of 26 years was tongue fucking her screaming banshee of a Lesbian lover in our marital bed, while I lay alone in the abandoned bunk bed of my adult son. All those years and all those fantasies, and here was the love of my life making it happen, without me. Instead of being there and enjoying it, I was alone, listening, and jerking off...

Oh damn. I was jerking off to their session. Here I was, cuckolded in my own home by a woman, and it had me hot.

"Baby, you can sure eat a pussy...yeah lick my clitty, then stick your tongue in deep....oooooh yesssssss, that's my spot!"

Strange, Kim's voice was quieter, almost a whisper, yet the sound was too loud to be coming through the walls and closets that separated the two bedrooms. I got out of bed, and followed the cooing and moaning. It was coming from the closet. I investigated silently, not wanting to be discovered. There in back, behind Gary's old snowboard, there was a tiny hole.

"Damn Gary, you little pervert!" I thought to myself. "When did you start watching me and your mother fuck!"

I peeped through the hole which was concealed by a decorative wreath. Gary was good! Our bedroom...er their bedroom, was fully lit with the orange glow of candlelight. Kim was kneeling over my wife's face, and Andrea was eagerly licking at her blonde Pussy. Kim was magnificent to look at, I had to admit. Her big breasts were perfectly round, and her long nipples protruded well out from the succulent nipple. Her head was thrown back as she glided back and forth over Andrea's face. I continued to jerk off as I watched. She began to rock almost violently on Andrea's face as she came close to climax. I was actually jealous of Andrea at that moment. Kim's body stiffened, and Andrea reached her hand up to cover Kim's mouth as she began to scream "Ohhhhhhhh mmmaaaaaaaahhhhheeeee Gaaaawwwd!." Andrea giggled as Kim thrashed with wave after wave of orgasm. My dick knew what to do also, and I redecorated Gary's snowboard in the back of the closet while doing my level best to remain quiet and concealed.

"Was that good for you?" Andrea asked.

"Oh yesssss." Kim answered lustily as she lowered herself to kiss Andrea and clean her love juices off her lips and tongue.

"It was good for me too." I admitted under my breath.

I got used to avoiding openly gawking at the two women, and did my best to stay clear. I cooked for myself, much to their dismay. Neither of them cooked well, and I had some skills in the kitchen. I took good care of Jeffy when it was my turn, and often when it wasn't my turn to cook.

I poured myself into making extra money in everyway I could. As a music teacher, I had contacts in the professional world, and still had the chops to play out frequently. I soon had a full calendar between teaching private lessons and playing shows. I began writing again, and submitted some things that were accepted for publication. I also began dabbling at writing songs of a more popular nature. I had done some of this when younger, but had stopped when I began to study music seriously. The money wasn't great, but on top of my salary, it helped. I was actually harboring a hope that I could take the songwriting motivation from my early life and combine that with the knowledge and experience I had gained over my years of writing for my school groups. Maybe I could make something of that prospect by writing a hit tune.

Kim hated me. I suppose my being there was crimping her style. I'm sure she'd much rather scream in ecstacy when my wife's talented tongue did its magic. Maybe she was jealous of me. Maybe they were arguing about my role in Andrea's life. Most of all, I think it bothered her that she didn't outwardly bother me. She seemed to be in a competition with me for Andrea, and didn't realize I had already conceded the prize.

"Did you blow Jimmy like you lick me baby? Which is bigger, Jimmy's cock or my strap on?"

It didn't faze me. I learned to ignore verbal taunts years ago, and to read between the lines of what people were saying. What did faze me were the phony sexual come-ons and frequent exposure she subjected me to. She would flash a boob or moon me without provocation. Kim wasn't too dumb, and soon began to realize this was my Achilles heel. One morning after a particularly loud fuck fest, Kim baited me in the most extreme way. She came to breakfast wearing a short, open silk robe. She stopped right in front of my face as I had my breakfast.

"I'll bet you wish she had done me with you while you were married Jim."

"Kim, that's not fair, he's not been mean to either of us. Jimmy I know this has been hard on you but...."

"No baby," Kim interrupted "there isn't anything hard on him. If there were he would have fought for you,"

That hurt, but I kept my emotion close to the vest. She edged her body so close to me I could smell the sex juice that had dried on her pussy. There actually was something very hard on me at that moment, but just when I thought my façade would break, Andrea came behind me and edged Kim away.

"Be nice." She said. She still smelled of sex too. "We have a deal, and you have to do your part. It is hard on him whether he shows it or not. I'm sure he could complain but he hasn't."

As she finished, she rested a hand on my shoulder. I twisted away. She froze her hand exactly where we had made contact and stared in disbelief that I had rejected her touch. My erection immediately deflated. Her touch that had warmed my heart for years now repulsed me. This clearly bothered her. I didn't care. I felt betrayed.

I didn't want to be her friend, after years of being her lover. I didn't want to share time with k**s and grandk**s. I didn't want a separate room in the same house. I didn't want the promise of a loving touch. I wanted to grow old sleeping with my love by my side. I didn't want Andrea anymore.

Months passed. I had gotten used to composing songs with headphones on. I had purchased a studio quality set that were noise canceling, so when I was working with them I heard nothing. I had convinced myself to play out my hand, and didn't begin dating before the divorce was final. I did a yeoman's job of keeping my son "normal" even with the distraction of "Aunt Kim." My older k**s were very upset when they to the news. Suzy refused to talk to her mother until she made things right with me. Gary tried to reason with her, but stuck up for her as well saying she had the right to be happy. Gary was probably just dying to get home and check out the new view in his peephole.

The peephole was my only sexual diversion. The wall in back of the closet was now well painted with my seminal emissions. As much as I hated the living situation, I loved watching Kim getting off with Andrea. One afternoon I heard them beginning to coo and cuddle. They had been at it for over an hour, when I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek. I peeped through the hole to see Kim wearing a strap on, with her faux member glistening with lube. She was poised to pierce Andrea who was on all fours, doggie style, and her ass high in the air revealing her open glistening pussy lips.

"Ok baby, if you can't get cock out of your mind, I've got a cock for you!"

She gently lay the tip against Andrea's open snatch. Old habits die hard, and Andrea reached back to guide it home. Kim asked Andrea to tell her when it felt good or when it hurt, she wanted it to be right. She slid the 7" dildo in slowly, the "lifelike" veins disappearing into my wife's pussy. She moaned. Sadly, I couldn't see the expression on her face, but the moans told me what I needed to know. Kim began to thrust in and out, very slowly at first, but then harder and deeper. Andrea bucked against her, and Kim's fucking became increasingly vigorous. My hand followed their pace, and my dick was once again hard as steel. For a guy with no sex life, I sure was witnessing some wild times. This time Andrea screamed as she got close, and when she came collapsed on he chest. Kim turned her over and brought her own pussy up to Andrea's exhausted face the strap on hanging comically above her dripping pussy

"Baby that was amazing, you screamed so loud I'll bet Jimmy is jerking himself next door right now."

To prove herself she hollered, "Right Jimmy? Pulling that little pud while your baby gets fucked by a real dick? One on a woman? You want to be next? I'll send it where the sun doesn't shine on you too! My strap on is bi baby!"

I don't think it was the abuse that drove me over the edge and caused me to once more shoot my load all over and wall. It was Kim's body. I actually would have loved to ravage that amazing body of Kim's, and would have let her fuck me with the strap on just to get a foot in the door.

"Stop taunting him Kim, it's unattractive. And don't call him small, he isn't"

Kim had taken off the harness. She grabbed the dildo and brought it up under Andrea's eyes.

"Tell me he has something like this under his hood, you know you've got it good baby...real good."

"I do have it good, but if it were cock or toys that got me excited I never would have started this with you! Jimmy has a great dick, and yes it is as big as that piece of plastic when he is hard. Only when he is hard, he is also hot. The flesh gives and takes where a dildo can't. So stop comparing, it can't."

Wow, she actually stood up for me. I felt better. I decided it was time to fight fire with fire. I began to dress as incompletely around the house as Kim. I made sure to walk down to breakfast in briefs while still in morning wood. I would come in from a run, strip down to a jock and toss my sweaty shirt and shorts down the steps to the laundry area in the basement. These were old habits I gave up when Kim moved in, but I thought they were appropriate now. When Kim gave me an in your face taunt or flash, I made sure to answer by turning Andrea's head.

It came to a head one morning when Jeffy was on a school trip. They were already at breakfast, and I came down in sport briefs, without a shirt. I had an erection, and Kim was pissed to see Andrea looking at it lustily. I scratched and adjusted my balls as I grabbed the OJ and poured a glass. Andrea's jaw dropped, and Kim suggested I wear pants. When I responded by giving my jewels a good rub in her direction, her face reddened. She looked at Andrea who was plainly ogling me, then quickly stood up and dropped her robe. She stepped one foot on the table, reached her hand between her legs and began to finger her pussy, never breaking eye contact with me. I kept my dick in my pants. I figured she was trying to see if I did truly measure up to her plastic stud. My hand slipped beneath the waistband and I kneaded my meat sensuously. Andrea's gaze was fixed on me, and Kim didn't like it. She began to work furiously, but to no avail. Just as my erection was about to breach the waistband, I pulled my hand out. I was clearly bigger than Kim's strap on, and proud to have won, the dick measuring contest, I just winked at Kim. She stormed out of the room in a huff.

"You know," Andrea said as she rose to follow and console her lover "I could still help you with that once in a while, as a friend."

"No you can't."

Kim's sexual taunts ceased. Apparently I had interested Andy a little too much for her comfort. I did continue to walk the house nearly naked if the situation warranted. Andy did continue to ogle. "Dick-land" was my turf, and Kim couldn't win with her plastic. Kim continued to hate me for it.

After many weeks, our attorneys let us know our divorce papers would be final the following Friday.

"We're having a party. You're not invited." Kim snapped at me in her bitchiest manner.

"Where you having it?" I asked. "I'll be sure not to come."

"Here you asshole. This is our home!"

"Yes it's your home, but my house. My name is on the title and the mortgage. You are a tenant. And your landlord says, No Parties"

"Be reasonable Jimmy." Her voice softened considerably. "You know we love each other. I know I've been bitchy to you, and I know I stole your wife, but things are what they are now. Can we get past it? Can't you let us celebrate her divorce properly? Just give us a night to have a dinner party, and I'll promise to behave better."

Damn, she was being nice. It was kind of hard to dislike her this way. Especially since she was so beautiful and so sexy and I was so horny and wanted to fuck her lights out...

"Ok." I agreed. "I'll stay away after school, and won't be home until 11 or 12. Will that do?"

"11 is a little early, but yes that will be nice. Will you be celebrating too?"

"I'll have nothing to celebrate."

I went to bed early, and began to wonder how I would manage containing my emotions on what would be the most depressing day of my life, while everyone around me would be celebrating. This would be an interesting week.