Jug Loving Jerry
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I hit the post office on my way home from work and, as usual, my box was full of junk mail and bills. I leafed through them and dropped most of them in the trash can next to the table. Between the Visa statement and the Conoco bill was an enveloped addressed to me in the flowing handwriting I knew only too well. I'd been getting one a month for over a year. She had figured out that I was having my mail forwarded from the old address so she wrote and sent it there so it would be forwarded to me.
I met Pat at a wedding reception. A fellow I worked with got hitched and the entire office had been invited to the wedding. After the wedding everyone headed over to the VFW for the reception. I'd been there maybe an hour when this tall blonde walked in. She was an attention getter and she definitely got mine, but she was with someone so I put her out of my mind. Well, not completely out of my mind. The VFW hall wasn't all that big a place so she was almost always in view.
Maybe another hour went by and I noticed that she seemed to be getting more and more upset with the man she was with. It was just after the bride and groom had cut the cake and I had gotten up to go to the bathroom. On the way I had to pass by the table where the blonde was sitting. Just as I reached the table I heard her say, "Bastard!" As loud as she said it it almost sounded as if it were directed at me and I turned to her and said:
"I beg your pardon?"
She blushed and said, "Not you, it's this worthless lump that is my date. All he does is drink. I've been trying to get him out on the dance floor since we got her, but all he has done is drink and now the clod has passed out on me. I guess I deserve it though, it's what I get for agreeing to a blind date."
Relieved to find out that she didn't consider me a bastard I continued on to the bathroom and then went back to the table I was sharing with some co-workers.
The next time the band started playing I glanced over at her and saw her watching the dancers on the floor and tapping her toes. On a whim I got up, went over to her and asked her to dance. She said yes and that was the start of a whirlwind romance that saw us married three months later.
Patricia Ann was a computer whiz and she worked for a large corporation as a Systems Administrator. She tried to explain what she did to me, but I am one of the computer illiterate so it all went over my head. I know how to turn mine on and click on the icon that takes me to the Net and that is the extent of my computer savvy. I make my living as a heavy equipment mechanic and I do pretty well at it and it wasn't long before the two of us had saved up enough to put a down payment on a house.
We had a great marriage; at least I thought we did. I was crazy in love with her and she certainly seemed to feel that way about me. But in the sixth year of our marriage something changed. When it started I couldn't pinpoint with any degree of certainty and it could have been going on for quite a while before I noticed. Patty had always stopped with the girls from work one night a week and she was usually home by nine. I didn't notice when it slipped to nine-thirty and then ten and then ten-thirty and it was only later that I thought back to those nights.
Patty started working late a couple of nights a week, usually on Tuesday and Thursday. She explained it away as an unexpectedly large contract that had critical due dates. They weren't geared for such a large order and until management made some decisions about which way to go everyone was being asked to work overtime on shipping dates to get the orders out.
"Decisions?" I asked, "What kind of decisions?"
"They want to make sure the contract is long term before they invest in more equipment and hire more people."
"How long is this supposed to go on?"
"A couple of months maybe. I don't know for sure."
The couple of months had run to eight months before I started bitching about it and she always calmly responded with, "It shouldn't be that much longer baby. I know you don't like it and I don't either. I'm not all that fond of moving those shipping crates, but I promised to help."
And then one Wednesday night she called me and told me she had to work late that night also. "Ann was supposed to work tonight, but she was in an accident and is in the hospital so I have to cover for her."
The next morning over breakfast I asked, "How is Ann?"
Patty looked at me confused and then suddenly she said, "Ann, oh yes, Ann. She's not good. They have her in traction. Both legs and one hip are broken and she is going to be off work for a while. Poor girl is having a hell of a run of bad luck. She went on vacation with her boyfriend and before it was over he told her he had found someone else. On the trip home the airline lost her luggage and now this accident."
"So you are going to be working overtime on Wednesdays now too?
"Yes, and maybe even a Friday or two."
It was about then I started to wonder about some things. Up to that point her working overtime was an irritant and that's all I thought it was - just a stupid bunch of incompetent managers who couldn't get their heads out of their asses and solve the problem. The confusion on her face when I asked about Ann started it. It was like she'd told a lie, forgotten it and then had to hurry and cover it. And if that was the case was she lying about having to work late? It was then I thought about the Wednesday nights spent with the girls from work and how they had gotten later and later. What was a computer type doing moving crates on a loading dock?
That Sunday is when it all came together for me. I was doing routine maintenance on Patty's car. I'd changed the oil, added window washer fluid and then I decided to rotate the tires while I was at it. When I opened the trunk of the car to take out the spare I found two suitcases. Curious, I opened one and found it full of clothes. The other one was full of sexy lingerie, high heels and the like. Heels and lingerie that I had never seen before. I don't know who Patty was wearing them for, but it damned sure wasn't me. So much for Patty working overtime. There could only be one reason for several changes of clothes and all that sexy stuff being in her trunk and it sure wasn't work related.
I can be a little slow on the uptake at times, but I work real hard at not being stupid. I like to look at problems, roll them around in my mind, look at them from all angles and consider all my options before making up my mind on what to do. I finished the tire rotation, closed the trunk and went into the house determined to find out more before doing anything.
Because it was the holiday season and things were pretty busy I decided to put off following Pat and spying on her until after the first of the year. It turned out that I didn't have to wait that long. Patty's company Christmas party was on a Wednesday and she had been looking forward to it. At the last minute I had a job come up that was probably going to prevent me from going with her. She was upset (no, that isn't right - she was pissed!) and she was raising hell with me and I didn't help anything when I shouted back at her:
"Now you know how I feel when you are working your damned overtime."
I told her I would try and get done in time to at least make an appearance, but that didn't seem to mollify her at all.
The day of the party I worked my ass off to try and get done so I could make it to the party. The party started at seven and by hustling my ass off I was able to finish the job, get home, shower and change and get to the party by nine. I walked in the door and the first thing I saw was Patty locked in an embrace and french kissing some guy while people were stomping their feet, banging their fists on tables and shouting out, "Get a room you two" and "Take your affair to a motel." I turned and left without anyone even knowing I'd been there.
On my drive home I tried to make a list things that could have caused her to go looking, but for the life of me I couldn't see what it could have been. I treated her like a queen for God's sake. She wanted it, I did my best to get it for her. I helped around the house. I cooked at least three times a week and cleaned up after myself. I'd do a load of laundry in the evening while waiting for her to get home. I cleaned my den and the downstairs bathroom just off my den. All that in addition to taking care of the house, the yard and both cars.
I never forgot a birthday or an anniversary. I remembered the day we met and I gave her a card every year on that date; ditto on the anniversary of the day I proposed to her. I never even looked at other women. I did everything I could do to be the best husband she could possibly hope for so what went wrong? The only thing I could think of was the twenty pounds I'd put on over the last five years or so. Was that it? I was not physically attractive to her anymore?
Well, it didn't really matter. After what I'd seen we were through. Loving her as much as I did it still wasn't enough to make me share. And it wasn't enough to make me fight for her either. So what if I won her back from this guy, would I win her back from the next one? And the one after him? No, as much as it pained me to admit it, Patty and I were through.
I did make one decision. The twenty pounds had to go. I'd be trim and fit when I started dating again. I also decided no divorce. I would never marry again and Patty and I had managed to get along all right while she was playing with her lover so I'd keep the status quo and save the hassle and expense of a divorce. All I had to do was pretend that I didn't know about her and her lover.
She was in a mellow mood when she came home that night and she wanted to make love. It would have been unnatural for me to refuse her and besides I was curious to see if I could tell I was getting her lover's leftovers. Surprisingly enough she felt no different than she had on any of a hundred other times we'd had sex in the last year, but what the hell, all that told me was how long I'd been being the second man in. I did have to wonder though, was she trying to fuck me to death out of guilt, or was she getting a charge out of giving me her lover's leftovers?
Monday I joined a gym and sat down with a personal trainer and he mapped out a program for me. I hit the gym on the way to work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and after a month I started running on the off days - Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday - and took Sunday off as a day of rest. My relationship with Patty remained unchanged. She still acted as if I was the one and only and I never let on that I knew better. She was still 'working late' at least two nights a week and I had stopped bitching about it.
By the time two months had gone by I was down eighteen pounds, had firmed up some and was feeling pretty good about myself. Marla and Sally, the two girls who worked in the office, had both commented on the change and Sally asked me what brought it about. I told her that I was trying to get in shape so I'd be more attractive when I started to chase the ladies.
"Oh? And what does Patty have to say about that?"
"We have an understanding."
"Ooooh, an open marriage?"
"Yep."
"Well stud, I'm ready if you are."
That caught me by surprise. I'd always flirted with Sally and Marla and they had flirted back. I'd never expected it to be anything but flirting, but from the sound of Sally's voice she was serious. What the hell, I said to myself, charge in there Jerry. Knowing that Patty was going to be working Thursday I said:
"You doing anything Thursday?"
"I guess I am now. What do you have in mind?"
"You pick."
"Okay, I'll think about it and have something when you pick me up. Dress casual."
"I'll be there at six-thirty, okay?"
Marla, who had been standing there listening, jumped in with, "Hey! I've got seniority here" and Sally laughed at her.
"You snooze, you lose sweetie. You will just have to wait your turn."
I showed up at Sally's at six-thirty and she came to the door in her bathrobe. "Did I get here too early?"
"No. I'm already dressed for our date" and she opened her bathrobe. She was naked except for nylons, high heels and a garter belt. "I thought we would have desert first, dinner later and then decide what we want to do."
She led me into the bedroom and then knelt in front of me and pulled my zipper down. She reached in through my fly and wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly worked it out into the open. She leaned forward and licked the head and then looked up at me, smiled and said:
"It's a nice one baby, and I plan on having a lot of fun with it."
She licked the head and then the shaft from the tip to the base while she fondled my balls and then she drug her tongue along the underside until she was back to the tip and then she opened her mouth and took me in. It was one of life's better blow jobs and she had me close to coming in just minutes. I let her know that I was getting ready to cum and she took her mouth off of me long enough to say:
"Do it baby, I want it" and then she put her mouth back on me and I blew.
I pulled her up and pushed her back on the bed, pushed her legs apart and returned the favor. I worked a finger into her pussy and my mouth found and latched onto her clit and I worked on her until she put her hands on my chest and tried to push me away.
"In me baby, in me. I need your cock in me. Please hurry baby, please fuck me."
I got up on the bed with her, pushed her legs apart and slid my cock into her and she moaned, "Oh God that feels good" and her legs clamped my waist and she pushed her hips up at me and she started cumming.
We never did get to eat dinner that night and I was one very well fucked man when Sally walked me to the door, gave me a passionate kiss and asked me when we could do it again.
"Tuesdays and Thursdays are the only days I have I can play."
"I'll take them both."
I swung by work on the way home, used the shower in the locker room, changed into work clothes and then went down to Bill's Bar for a beer so I would have alcohol on my breath and then I went on home. Patty was still up when I got home.
"Where have you been?"
"Knowing that you wouldn't be here I decided to stop with the boys after work and shoot some pool."
"I hope you didn't drink too much that you can't rise to the occasion because I'm horny and I want your body."
I was hard put to perform, but I did manage to get the job done. I blamed the amount of time it took for me to get off on the booze. I'd have to watch that in the future. I'd forgotten that Patty always came home horny when she 'worked late' and I would have to make sure that I saved some for her.
For the next six weeks Sally and I went at it hot and heavy and then one night she said to me:
"It's Marla's turn now Jerry."
"I beg your pardon?"
"This is our last time. I'm going to let Marla have a turn now."
"I don't have a say in this?"
"Yes and no. You have a say in whether you and Marla play or not, but no say at all in that this is our last time together. You are a married man Jerry and I'm letting myself get in too deep with you. There is no winning percentage for me here sweetie so I'm cutting you loose. Be a good guy and let it happen. That way we can stay friends and I won't have to quit my job, okay?"
"You think Marla really wants a turn?"
"I know she does sweetie. All you have to do is ask. Then again, you may not have to. She knows I'm ending it and she might just ask you first."
And that is just what happened. Friday Marla came up to me and said:
"I hear you have Tuesday and Thursday free now. Can I have them?"
My first night with Marla was almost a repeat of my first night with Sally in that we never made it out of her apartment. There was a major difference between Marla and Sally in that Sally didn't like anal and Marla loved it and she let me know that right up front. In fact, she wanted it up the butt more than she wanted me in her pussy. Who was I to argue with the lady?
My affair with Marla lasted five weeks and then she broke it off for the same reason Sally did.
"I'm getting in too deep with you Jerry and that is not a good thing to do with a married man."
The way they both put it was that if I were single we could move on together. They were both fun girls and both were great in bed, but get divorced to be with either of them? Get serious! They were both having an affair with a married man. Why would I want girls that would do that? I already had one of those at home.
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I started seeing Ken when ever there was a chance for us to be alone , with his wife Jill or mom home most of the time they were few . If I was horny , I'd was always find away to satisfy my need for a cock even if there might be a risk of getting caught . On mom and Jill's wine night I'd go across our backyards to Kens for are weekly pool game . I knew I had at least an hour alone with Ken , by then my sexual urges and lust would have me so aroused all I wanted was his hard cock . I'd grab...
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slutFuck I been getting down on my knees for a few years now, every since I wascaught given a guy a blow job by my father. Fuck lets start at thebeginning .My name is Peter I live in the united kingdom in the north of England theyare quite a lot of chavs here and I used to get bullied a lot atschool. One day while I was skipping school I met a guy in the toilets inthe park.I am quite effeminate long hair smooth pale skin and very skinny I am only5'4 so small for my age and I am 14 my mother...
My husband, John and our new nineteen year old new friend, Jeremy were both sipping a cold beer when I came down the hall. We met Jeremy a few nights earlier when he delivered room service to the hotel room we were using for some fun. Oh yeah and he delivered a couple of more things to me as well. Read that whole story at https://xhamster.com/stories/husband-got-his-wish-and-i-got-a-gangbang-9925960I was wearing John's favorite white halter neck sundress that exposed tons of cleavage and side...
My story starts in college when I met Amy and fell head over heels in love. Amy was five foot seven, weighed one hundred-twenty pounds and was built like a brick shit house. Amy seemed to like me, but her feelings for me, at the time, were nowhere near as strong as my feelings for her. I chased Amy for over a year before I began to get anywhere with her. Gradually I gained ground and we began going steady. One month into our senior year I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Like any red...
Im bored so i thought id write a short story about a slut wife.Sarah is a slut. Theres no other way of saying it, shes a cock hungry slut. Everybody knows about her slutty ways except her husband. Theres only 2 things that sarah works hard at, 1: getting fucked and 2: making sure her husband has no idea.She was a slut from the first time she got fucked in school. She and her boyfriend skipped a class and had sex for the first time in a toilet. From that moment on sarah was addicted to cock. If...
It wasn't my fault! Really! It was my husbands fault. I was just doing what I thought he wanted me to do. So here I am, on Literotica, telling you my story. I have to tell someone, and I know that can't be my husband. So here it is:Let's start at the beginning. My name is Stacy. I am 28 years old and I have been married to James for the past 5 years. We currently do not have c***dren, but we would like to start a family soon. We live in a nice suburban home in the Midwest. I guess I should also...
Any one that knew me saw an average 18 year old teenage boy , friendly , a good student who worked a part time and lived with his divorced mom an older sister . That's what I wanted them to see , only a few special friends knew the real me and my secrets . In junior high I realized my growing sexual attraction to the other males and living with my mom and sister it wasn't long before my feminine side began to show . It was a Saturday morning mom and Sue my sister were just leaving for the for...
It had been a long, hard, but very satisfying evening. It had started out with one hell of a good blow job, followed by my eating a baby smooth bald pussy and then a hot fuck session. We then eased into a sixty-nine until I was hard again and then she mounted me and rode me reverse cowgirl until we both came. A short break to catch our breath was followed some more sixty-nine and then one more hot, hard fuck before it was time for me to go. In the afterglow of sexual exhaustion Stella said,...
Hey guys! I’m Sheffali .Aap mujhe slut randi whore kuch bhi bol sakte hai! This is my first post on Indian sex stories about how I got used and discovered the real slut in me. I’m just 20 and live in odisha. I belong to a Bengali family and they are very broad minded about my male friends. This is the incident of when I was in the 12th class. I was very bold and outspoken.I had affairs in the past too.. My boobs are huge for my age and were 34c when I was in 9th class. This made me a bomb in...
I wasn’t always this way. It all started about three months ago when I lost a bet. My husband had some men over for a night of poker. I didn’t have money to go out that night, and so I decided to play. Harry wouldn’t give me any chips to play with, so I “traded” for them, basically flirting with the guys and getting them drinks and stuff so they would give me chips to play with. I started drinking too much, which always makes me horny, and my husband didn’t...
My name is Laura and I live in a suburb of Los Angeles. My husband, Jimmy, is a police officer there for about 2 years now. When I was newly married I was 24 and my husband was 26. All his life Jimmy wanted to be a police officer. Our marriage was only 6 months along when Jimmy got accepted to the force. I was so happy for him. We were so much in love it was silly. My parents were missionaries and I grew up overseas. I loved where I grew up, but I really missed the states and was happy to come...
Elizabeth - Lizzy by her friends - forced herself to slow her breathing as she heard her phone buzz. The words of the online ad still filled her mind. I am looking for a submissive female. You must be obedient, and willing to please me. I will control some aspects of your life outside of our play sessions. But when you come over, I will control you completely. I will make you into my slut. And I will take sexual pictures and videos of you to post online. In return, I will mentor you in your...
I am a 29 year-old hot ass, long legs, and my tits are a B cup. My husband looks terrible. He has let himself go, and I am not really turned on by him. I have not cheated on him but find myself checking out hot guys all the time. My friend just had a baby, and I agreed to make dinner for her family. Wearing a sweat suit, I brought dinner to her house. She answered the door and apologized that she had to go to a hastily scheduled doctor’s appointment. She asked me to help her husband, Kyle, get...
EroticHi everybody. It’s Sonal, the slut again. If you haven’t read my previous stories, So, this happened a month ago. I moved out of my old apartment recently. Right opposite my block was another block and we can look into each other’s apartments if the curtain was not drawn. The women there were scared of me seducing their husbands because I was a slut. One of them talked bad about me for no reason, I did nothing to her or her husband. She called me a bitch, whore, etc. So, I decided to take...
So, as previously told, the events leading up to us having a threesome with my best friend and my husband started me down a path of becoming a cum slut. I never really liked the word slut or whore because of its’ negative connotations, but I soon learned that a woman could be classy and proper in the streets and still be a whore or a slut in the sheets for her man. After that night, I started enjoying my husband cumming in my mouth. I loved how he tasted and as much as I wish I could fit him...
My husband was going to be out of town for a week and is staying in Dallas with a friend of mine and she has my permission to fuck him.I had a bicycle race and could not go with him. I was been invited out to go dancing with a gorgeous young college guy that has been riding and training with us. When I told my friend in Dallas about the young gorgeous college guy she said I should fuck him and let her fuck my husband. She told me not to tell my husband before he leaves for Dallas. I called...
Let’s start at the beginning. My name is Stacy. I am 28 years old and I have been married to James for the past 5 years. We currently do not have children, but we would like to start a family soon. We live in a nice suburban home in the Midwest. I guess I should also give you a description of myself. I am 5’6″, 114 Lbs. I have shoulder length dark brown hair. Both James and I go to the gym 3 days a week, so I am in great shape. James tells me all the time that he thinks I...
Introduction: Chapter 24 I learn to control my jealousy by becoming a slut. I last left you with the football season starting in our small town. Our local college had won their first game of the season. John had played a great game in their win. I also left you with my confession that I was not only jealous of any girls around John but also jealous of him for getting all the attention. I was still having nightmares about losing him to Kim, Gina and even a real stupid one in which his aunt and...
I didn't see my husband for a few weeks after the film shoot. I was still in bed one morning when the phone rang. "Get out of bed slut and put on one of your babydoll outfits. There are some workmen coming over to do some work on the house. They'll be there for two days. Make sure you feed them and let them use you however they want. They promised to reduce the bill if you proved to be a good slut. Don't disappoint." He hung up.Just after 9, 3 men arrived. "Wow, your husband wasn't joking. You...
The following is a fictional story but mixed up with some real experiences and a few of my actual desires :)The first real days of spring were finally upon us. This was extra cool since I would be alone for a week or so. I took a few days off of work too, so I can spend the time dressing up at home and possibly try to find some real fun too.When I got a few free days I always did the needed grocery shopping in the morning so I have the rest of the day completely free to dress up and stay...
He also had me wear a special headset with two screens to cover my eyes and speakers placed over my ears. Continuous loops of different hypnosis tracks and videos would play over and over for hours destroying any sense of my former self with the special key words planted deep in my brain. Larger breast forms were attached to my chest to allow me to get used to the different weight they presented. He told me that one day I wouldn’t have to wear them as I would have a genuine pair of my own,...
Theres only 2 things that sarah works hard at, 1: getting fucked and 2: making sure her husband has no idea. She was a slut from the first time she got fucked in school. She and her boyfriend skipped a class and had sex for the first time in a toilet. From that moment on sarah was addicted to cock. If it meant boyfriends leaving her she didnt care, she just had to have cocks fucking her and either filling her or covering her in cum. Her first boyfriend left her when he found out that she...
The next day was almost a repeat of the other days, except I didn't eat any teacher's pussies. I had to get naked during lunch, ate my cunt for the enjoyment of the girls. But it was a quiet day. After school we did our practice, me naked like always; and I ate the girl's pussies before going home. Now it was Friday, I showed my cunt and ass in the morning as some boy pulled my panties down to expose me. Classes went by quick for some reason, I stayed dressed during lunch. We all sat...
I got home and went to my room. Mom and dad weren't home yet so I had time to pamper myself some. I stripped down and after grabbing my robe I headed to the bathroom. I needed a good hot bath and a long soak in it. I got my bubbles and went into the bathroom. After what I had been through today, being fucked and sucking so many cocks today is not a great thing to do if you want to smell good and being on your knees and fucked into oblivion over and over will make anyone sore. I was sore all...
Cumslut HusbandPart 1 - An Acquired Taste"So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?" Smiling, my wife sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me "It'd better be good."Uh-oh. I'd completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it."You forgot, didn't you." Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you - if looks could...
It was happening again, the cravings has started to appear a few weeks ago and were slowly building in to what I knew would soon be an unstoppable force. There was only one person I knew who could help me. The last time I called her I swore it would be the last time. Just like the time before that and before that and so on. I can't help it. Im a weak man. I picked up the phone and I called Jen."Hellll---o" the voice on the other end of the phone cooed. I sighed, "Hi Jen, this is Scott"."I know...