White Balance
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We were married young; too young. That's it in a nutshell, I guess. She got knocked up. I always thought it was just bad luck. But I don't know, now I'm kinda wondering if she didn't set me up. She's capable of it. I sure learned that over time.
We were twenty; we were pregnant; we got married. That's what you did back then, no questions asked. I should have asked some questions, I know that now. But we loved each other. I always figured we'd be married eventually. It's just that eventually came along a lot sooner than I'd planned.
We were double dating at a drive-in movie, we in the back seat, they in the front. Between flicks the other couple went to the snack bar to get something to eat. Helen was already drunk. As soon as the door closed, she was on me like flies on shit. I was young, dumb, and horny. I have no other excuses.
"Come on, baby. Let me get that zipper down. Oh, yeah! I really need to get fucked tonight, baby."
"Helen, I don't have any rubbers! You're right in the middle of your cycle. We can't do it tonight."
"Donnie, please. You can pull out. I just want to feel you inside me for a bit."
How does one argue with that logic? I wanted to get laid too. But I wanted to be responsible. Okay, we would do it a bit, then pull out. Helen whipped out my dick, pulled down her jeans and panties, and then just climbed on board.
She started humping me with a vengeance. I was trapped underneath her. Any pullin' out to be done would have to be her decision.
My disclaimer: this was early enough in our relationship that I had never seen her truly drunk before. At that time I had no idea that she transformed into a mindless maniac after downing a few. That's my excuse, take it for what it's worth.
So I was sitting in the back seat of this '72 Chevy Impala, getting boffed by my girlfriend. I learned over the years that being on top was her favorite position. She always got off when she was on top. And that night, she wasn't getting off (of me) until she got off.
The speaker on the window had just announced "Five minutes till show time!" when Helen and I were ready to make a baby. I knew what was happening. I had some presence of mind, still.
"Helen, pull off! I'm going to cum! Please, get off of me."
"Oh, Donnie, just a few more strokes! Just a little more, baby. Oh, yeah, FUCK ME!"
She started cumming like a banshee and she dragged me with her. I spurted a full load of 'fuck up the rest of your life' into her extremely fertile pussy. Helen hopped off, zipped me up, and more or less had it together when the other couple returned with sodas and popcorn.
But I knew. I knew that we had just rolled the dice. I just hoped that they wouldn't come up snake eyes. As if.
So that's how it went. We had two kids right off the bat. I hung around and finished college, even with a wife and kid. Our second one was born just after graduation. Alright, it isn't what I expected out of life, but all in all it wasn't bad.
The kids were great. The marriage seemed solid. I loved my wife. We started building what looked like a future. It was the American dream. It just started a little earlier than I expected.
So there were a couple of things about my wife that I knew about right from the get-go. You take the bitter with the batter. No one is perfect. I knew she had her faults, I just didn't think her faults were fatal.
First and foremost was the drinking. My wife straight: a sweet, funny, smart little girl. Cute. No one would ever call her beautiful. She was cute on her good days. Her shape wasn't something to write home about. She was chunky, that's the word: chunky.
She did have tits, I'll give her that: big, soft, round, responsive tits. They kinda grew up with the first baby and never left her. They were her best features.
Anyway, I was talking about drinking. Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde time. One minute she was this sweet innocent lumpy little thing. Then she would down a few drinks - she preferred Manhattans - and suddenly she was this vicious attack shrew on the make. And every sentence she spoke contained some variant of the word 'fuck'.
Strangely she was only a shrew to me. To everyone else she was Ms. Available.
She only got really drunk at parties - at least in the beginning. Since she only went to parties with me - at least in the beginning - I was her protector when she got really, really drunk. But she looked at me as her jailer.
She would sock down three or four of those whiskey and vermouth concoctions and suddenly she hated my guts. I was a '"fuckin' mother fuckin' son of a bitch". The later into the evening it got, the more variations of 'fuck' got into her sentences describing me.
When she finally agreed to go home with me, she wanted to fuck. So I always got laid on those party nights. I went with the flow during the party, trying to keep her calm, trying to minimize her damage.
Some people might think of me as a spineless wimp. Maybe so. But I got pissed at her. I told her the hell off. It's just that I recognized this 'Jekyll/Hyde' thing going on and knew that tomorrow (after the hang over) she would return to Dr. Jekyll: sweet, loving, funny. Since these Hyde episodes only occurred a few times a year, I just looked at them as a cross I had to bear.
She was young. She had never sewed any wild oats. She never was with anyone else sexually. I told myself she was just letting off steam. I told myself that eventually she was going to screw around on me. If she got drunk and I wasn't there to protect her, she would be easy pickings. Easy pickings? If I weren't there she would probably take on every man available. I knew deep down that she had no inhibitions when drunk. I had come to realize that I had married a potential slut.
I told myself that I was mature enough to handle it. I would forgive her indiscretions, mostly because I thought she was basically immature and poorly raised, but still good in her heart of hearts. I told myself that she would grow out of this phase and then we would have a mature marriage. I told myself.
You sit around contemplating these eventualities, knowing that someday you were going to have to deal with them. It never crossed my mind that my little wifey would remain faithful to me. And yet I never considered being unfaithful to her. It was another indication to me that I was the mature one. I would have to be the one to pick up the pieces once her infidelity finally occurred.
I was suspicious rather early in our marriage that she had slipped. There were several occasions when I couldn't totally verify what had happened one way or another. All I knew was: she got drunk; there was an available man around other than myself; I wasn't there; she couldn't remember what happened.
That was Helen's fallback position. When she really fucked up, when she really got out of hand and acted up, that's when she just couldn't remember what happened. It was her version of 'no harm/no foul'. If she couldn't remember what happened, then nothing happened.
It sounds ridiculous, but she believed it. It baffled her when I complained about her behavior at the party the night before, calling me 'mother fucker', trying to humiliate me in front of our friends or business associates. She just didn't understand why I was so upset. She couldn't remember doing it, so she didn't do it. Simple as that, case closed.
Yes, the bitch was seriously flawed. Why did I stick with her? Well ninety-eight percent of my life was absolutely perfect, that's why. Except for those few days a year when she lost control, Helen was a wonderful wife. Affectionate, good in bed, fun to be with. My children were like Campbell soup kids, dark-haired and beautiful. My daughter was a sweet little princess, my son a hell-raising athletic little boy. They were perfect.
We had bought a really neat old house in a picturesque storybook village, the kind of place where everyone is your friend. I had what remains in my memory as the best job of my life. The work was challenging but doable. I was the fair-haired boy in the company. Eventually I could see myself running the place. My future looked great.
So I knew Helen was going to screw around on me. I just knew it. I'm supposed to ditch all the rest of the good stuff because of that? I'm supposed to throw the baby out with the bath water?
It was a question of balance. Didn't the 98% good outweigh the 2% potentially awful? I was determined to try to understand her motivation. I was going to deal with it, when it happened, in a mature intelligent way. I wasn't going to let it destroy my life. That was the plan.
And then it started. She took a job outside the house. It was a nighttime job as a banquet waitress at a local resort. She wanted to 'get out of the house'. I guess we could use the money. So suddenly two, three, four nights a week she was out working.
She was usually home before midnight. But then it started to get later. She came home smelling of alcohol. Somehow I wasn't surprised.
I asked her about it. She gave me the old line: "the gang just wanted to get together for a few drinks after work." Yeah, I'm sure they did.
Sometimes she would come home from work way too late and then want to rape me. I would be asleep only to be woken up by Helen pulling my dick, getting it hard so she could climb on board. Suspicious? Who me?
I was trying to remain rational about the whole thing. Okay, said I, let her sew some of her wild oats. Is it going to kill me? I'm not a wimp, and I'm not a cuckold. I'm a rational Homo sapien who is trying to understand a difficult situation. That's what I told myself.
Things seemed to spiral out of hand. I got THE PHONE CALL; the "DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR WIFE IS?" phone call.
I asked, "who the hell is this?"
The caller said, "Your wife Helen. She's in bed with MY BOYFRIEND. Right now."
I repeated, "who the hell is this?"
The caller admitted to being the wife of an acquaintance of mine. She's fucking around on my acquaintance, so why the fuck is she upset about her boyfriend fucking around on her? I got the picture though. This was no crank call. Otherwise why would she admit her own guilt?
My internal temperature had already been stirred up. Now I began to stew. This was a small community we lived in. Before long, everyone would be knowing my business. Suddenly that rational Homo sapien started to lose his cool.
Finally the dam just broke. It was eleven o'clock at night. I was talking to a friend on the phone. I saw my wife walk to the back door with a strange expression on her face. I put my hand over the phone.
"Where are you going?"
She looked almost panicked. She said, "I've got to get out of here for awhile."
I said, "At eleven o'clock at night?"
But she was gone. I heard her car leaving the driveway. I had no idea where she was going or when she would be back. I finished my phone call, went to bed and attempted to sleep.
I had a meeting with the executive vice-president of my company at 8:30 in the morning. Eight-thirty arrived and still no Helen. I called in sick. Someone had to take care of the children. I was it by default.
At about noon my wife came home. She smelled like a liquor factory. I had already decided, 'fuck this, I'm just not going to put up with it anymore.'
She came back contrite. She was so sorry. She couldn't remember what she did last night. This time that little ploy wasn't going to be accepted.
I said, "Helen, where the fuck have you been. You do remember that I had a meeting with Al Johnson this morning?"
She looked a bit guilty. "Oh, shit, I guess I forgot about it."
I agreed with her. "Yes, I guess you did. I guess you forgot about a bunch of stuff: like telling me you were going out; letting me know where you were going to be; informing me of when you were going to come home; admitting to me who you were going to be fucking!"
She look aghast. "I never..."
I wasn't taking her shit anymore. "Helen, give it up. You smell like a cheap whore. You're a drunken slut. I've known about your fucking around on me for quite some time. But now you've gone too fucking far."
Well, denial didn't work. She tried tears. "I'm so sorry. It just happened. We had a few drinks and I ended up in bed with someone."
"Well this 'just happened' shit has been going on for a long time. Did you 'just happen' to slip out the door late last night without a word?"
She said, "There was a party I really wanted to go to. I was missing it and you were on the phone. I just decided to go."
"Fuck this shit, Helen. You went out to get laid. Don't deny it. You've never been a good liar and you don't have a leg to stand on. Now tell me about it. Is there one guy or are there a bunch of guys? If it's one guy, do you love him?"
She was obviously trying to figure out a lie that would cause the least amount of damage. "It's only been a couple of guys. Sometimes a guy at the banquet would hit on me and sometimes I would go to his room with him, but only if I was drunk, I swear!"
The bitch seemed to think that her being drunk was a 'get out of jail free' card. Maybe it was in the past. But she had gotten out of jail free for the last time.
I told her, "Look, Helen. This is it for us. You've got to choose and you've got to choose now. Your choices are the marriage or the boyfriend. Don't give me this shit about it being the occasional stray you are fucking. I know you are having an affair with one guy. Do you think you can keep that kind of thing secret? Especially someone as stupid as you? Give me a fuckin' break. I've been cutting you some slack, but that's all over now. It's your choice, sweetheart. But once you make it, there's no turning back."
She saw a way out. She was willing to agree to anything. "I'll do whatever you want. I want our marriage. You are the person I love. I never really loved him."
So she acknowledged the affair even as she agreed to end it. Let's see if she wanted to abide by my rules.
"That's not all, Helen. You are quitting your job. Now. And the next party you go to without me, the next time you come home with alcohol on your breath, the next time you get home significantly past your scheduled time of arrival: that's the end for us. I no longer accept any of the shit you've been feeding me."
"Okay. Anything you want, Donnie. I'll do anything. Please don't throw me out."
Even as she agreed to my terms I was wondering. Maybe I caught her by surprise. Maybe she thought I'd go along acting like I didn't know what was happening until she made up her mind about her bartender boyfriend - or he made up his mind about her. See I had been asking around. I had learned not to put my head in the sand. Here I was a college graduate with a really good future and she was fucking around with a low-life reprobate bartender and half-way thinking she was falling in love with him. There's no understanding the mind of a drunken slut.
Then again, making it with a bartender insured that she was close to her sources. So it has a certain degree of perverted logic, I suppose.
I wasn't done with my questioning. "Why did you insist on fucking me so many times when you came home after being fucked by that other guy? That really pisses me off."
She tried to look contrite, but she admitted the truth, I guess. "I had trouble getting off with anyone else. I don't know why. I really needed to cum so when I got home I fucked you. You can always make me cum."
It's always nice to know that she considered me to be a flesh and blood dildo to be used after she was finished with her real fucking.
So it developed through all of this turmoil that I guess things were changing. It started out pretty cut and dried. I loved Helen, even with all of her faults: even though I was a border-line genius and she only used her brain when it was absolutely necessary; even though my friends were lawyers and doctors and professional people and her friends were waitresses and traveling salesmen and, yes, bartenders.
Perhaps it appears that she was open and free and I was closed and repressed. But nothing could be further from the truth. I liked to party as much as she did. But I remembered the parties after they were over. I recognized when party-time was appropriate and when it wasn't. I accepted that our children needed parenting 24/7, not just when I felt like being a parent.
So Helen, post-affair, expected things to fall back into their previous patterns. She thought I would forgive and forget and things would be as they were, just with her having to be more careful about how she acted.
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Amanda and Skip had an exhilarating online relationship and the more she learned about Mistress-Submissive relationships, the more it turned her on. She wondered how it would feel to experience a real Mistress-Submissive relationship. Skip lived within traveling distance of Amanda. They often chatted about the hot times they have during role-play. He said, "Oh Mistress, I wish you were really here doing all those things to me. You make my cock so fucking hard." One evening they were...
At Greg's, David was trying to explain how he got back. The entire yard crew was playing the Peanut Gallery. Bleachers would have been nice ... theater seating would have been better. Greg had a huge map of Detroit and was pointing out David's errors. "Yes. It would have been easier to take 16th to VanDyke," said David. Greg was using his pencil like a conductors baton. "I'd like to know why 16th street has Mile instead of Street?" David was looking for information. "That's...
I woke the following morning to that warm, not-alone feeling I always associated with my marriages. I felt okay, not hung over badly, just enough to know I had been a naughty boy last night. Elyse and I had made love twice when we got back to the bedroom. The first time I had her bend and grab her knees by the bed. I plowed her from behind. Afterwards, still unslaked, I had turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Climbing on board, I had shoved her top above her tits while she...
Blake Blossom is undeniably hot and sexy in skimpy lingerie and fishnet pantyhose. The gorgeous blonde with gorgeous tits perfectly knows how to flaunt her sexy body from every angle during her photoshoot. The sight of this dashing beauty sexily posing on the bed makes the photographer hard and horny. Unable to control his lust, the lucky stud starts touching the naughty hottie. The photographer tells Blake that the camera is recording from the beginning of the shoot. Instead of stopping the...
xmoviesforyouTime is always like a river that never ends. Friendships would naturally grow and improve depending on the individuals. Almost four years would pass with the most straightforward ease. The world would go through many changes, just in those years alone. New leadership, new ideas in economics, further changes in society, technology, everything was changing at a quicker and quicker pace. Things that were brand new in the late seventies were a regular thing now. Of course, all of that honestly...
I couldn’t help myself when I licked his dick, I didn’t even care what he thought or anything, I wanted to feel his boner on my tongue. What I really wanted to do was put his dick in my mouth like I had seen mom do and the girls do to their daddy’s in porn. So I just like, licked his fat perfect dick through his silky see through underwear while I looked up at him. The look he got on his face and the look in his eyes when I did that, oh my god! I knew that I not only had him where I wanted...
The Mystery Maid of Milton Manor By Cassandra Morgan The taxi rode slowly along the mountain road, and I had to admit, the scenery was something out of Ansel Adams' portfolio. The sky was high, as advertised, and the low mountains were green. I supposed that in another few months, they would be covered in white. There were crossing rivers in the valley, blue and green and peaceful. I looked out the back window for wildlife, but I couldn't see any. I sighed and settled back in the...
It was 1980 and she was 19 years old. It was during the time when “Urban Cowboy” was all the rage. Bars were popping up with Cowboy themes (mechanical bulls, Western Dancing, etc). Where my wife went to college, these bars were just the local bars of the town. This caused there to be new found mingling of the students and the townies. My wife and her friends started hanging out at one of the local bars. The 35 year old bartender took a liking to these coeds and would often set them up...
Chapter Three, Part One: A couple of days later, I checked in with Jackie to see how she did on the test she had the day before. When I called her, Mrs. Brown, Jackie’s mom, answered the phone.“Hello, Mrs. Brown, is Jackie available?”“May I ask who is calling?”“This is her Master, Mike.”“Oh, sorry, Sir, I didn’t recognize your voice. I will get her right away and please don’t tell her of my error.”“I won’t and your secret is safe with me.”I heard her mom yell for her and then I heard my sub's...
Teenme and mary have been married 14 years and are 34 and me 36 we love clubbing and getting high and when we get home we fuck like rabbits talking of who we want to fuck and one night we invited liz back to ours liz was a mates ex wife she was 5ft 4 black bopped hair to her shoulders curvy size 12 with great tits liz was quiet and me and mary often fantasised about her even mary got horny saying she wanted to see her cunt as we sat smoking joints mary said to liz that i usually watch porn and liz...
Anya Olsen has hit the streets with Aria Haze to take the rally race to the college town public. Her first stop is to pick up Sandra and James, a real couple who admits to having boring sex. Anya makes it her mission to chat them up about all of their intimate relationship to offer advice. When Anya asks if Sandra and James would do porn, James discovers that his girlfriend would be open to it! We get to hear all about Sandra’s fantasies, including DP and anal sex. As much as Anya loves...
xmoviesforyouThe night of the big concert has arrived! You've been waiting for this all year, and you can barely contain your excitement. You have your tickets, your friends are all ready, and you've skipped classes that day just so you can be the first ones through the door. This is going to be legendary! But first, just one question.
Mia Martinez is on a vacation with her friend and her friend’s husband, and she can’t wait to get down to the beach! She and her friend’s husband Sean are up in the room checking out the spectacular view while his wife is out shopping for bikinis, but Mia can’t wait any longer. While Sean’s on the phone with his nitpicking wife, Mia decides to get butt naked right there, her nice pierced and natural tits hanging right out! Sean can’t help but pop a boner, and when he does, Mia takes notice! So...
xmoviesforyouHey all, it’s Sophia Sweet here & I’m having a contractor cum over, he’s suppose to be giving me a estimate on my back yard. Now pay attention, cause I’m going to show you how to get stuff done for free� Ok so of course Kai Bailey the contractor, started the usual contractor spiel on how this is a really big job, it’s going to take about a week, with his crew, bla, bla, bla! Then he hits me with outrageous number of $15 to $20 grand to get this job done, wtf...
xmoviesforyouThe Poker Party Part 2 By Lauren Westley Slowly the tub began to fill and I realized I had to go also. I was rubbing my legs together when suddenly I heard Bill ask me if I had to "tinkle." I shyly nodded yes and he instructed me to put the bowl down on the small chair against the wall. He proceeded to tell everyone else that "Pissy has to pee, but she can't do it standing up without making a mess." "Pull down your panties Pissy and squat over the bowl," he instructed....
JAKE That night and the next morning I examined in my mind the conversation I had had with the beautiful young Alie. She had obviously been very frightened throughout despite her much more advantageous position. However, she HAD given me terms on which I could return and speak with her again. So that was something at least. Her comments seemed a little strange. She seemed to believe that simply because I was a man I would hurt her. Early in the morning I finally decided to stop turning the...
Hand in hand they stroll along the corniche towards their usual place. He is tall, muscular, dark with a hint of five o’clock shadow. She is slender and small, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. He is early thirties, she perhaps five or ten years younger.They find their secluded spot towards the end of the beach and spread a blanket on the sand. He sheds his denim shorts, she steps out of her bikini bottom. Naked, they lay facing each other, hands caressing bronzed skin.The onlookers begin...
I have finally got you in the UK for a week so I can use and abuse you properly like the good sub cum slut you are, and the first thing I am going to do is make you change in the toilet after your long flight in to a tight boob tube and short skirt that when you sit down shows yhe top of your sexy pussy lips. The collar in the bottom of the bag will add to the look and leave you in no doubt as to what we are going to be doing for the next week.You came out of the toilet and looked fit to burst...
Hi, this is my first story. It's about a teacher, feet fetish, and a dark stormy night.I'm a married man, who decided to take some night classes for my associates degree. The classes I took were generally men teachers, only 2 women taught classes. Both were sexy, but only one got my attention. Her name was Betty, and the first day of class with her had my jaw drop. She walked in with a suit dress, but it was when I noticed her feet that got me. Betty walked around the class barefoot, cause...
Wishes Granted Case Nine: The Girl's Locker Room By Micah Distel Mike was curious. He'd been curious all through high school. What went on in the girl's locker room? Well, he knew they changed clothes in there. But what did they do? What did they talk about? They always left laughing. He had to know. Finally, he got enough courage to do it. During Phys Ed, he told the teacher that he was sick. He then went up the steps and into the boy's locker room. He changed into his regular...
I am so ready to get my hands on Dana for this next episode of Filthy Massage, her tight body is ready to be covered in oiled. Her tan skin shines in the light, I slowly start to glide my hands all over her body. I can feel her pressing her body against my hands wanting more than just a massage. I can see her eyeing my dick, Dana slowly reaches out to grab it, she can feel how hard I am through my jeans. I pull out my cock and feed it deep into her mouth. I can feel her gagging on my cock and...
xmoviesforyouREMEMBERING BETHANY PART 5 : BY THE PIANO MAN In which our heroine meets Broad Billy: hijinks ensue Adele, my wife had somehow guessed something about Beth and I. There was a continuing tirade about some ‘little white tramp’ down at the bar where I worked weekend nights and I was on an increasingly short leash. Adele was waiting up for me every night and the only car I could drive was the MG. She also took to calling the bar and the rehab clinic at Fitzsimons Hospital where I worked during the...
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