Rachel's Story

Groping Richard's penis I continued, "Lover, I'm giving you one last chance to stop this, if I walk out that door, yours won't be the only penis that's ever been inside of me," so what if I was lying, he'd never know about Bruce. "It's your call, if you want this then you open the door for me, but if you do, don't go changing your mind later. You'd better be damn sure this is what you want because there won't be any changing it. I swear, if you ever try to throw what happens up to me, I'll leave you." After giving him one last kiss I stepped away from him, waiting. It took him a while but he finally opened the door. Looking at that open door, I couldn't help but feel that emptiness again. As I walked out that door it became an emptiness that Richard could never again fill.

The details of the time at the club aren't really important, other then to tell you I really did enjoy myself. I danced with a number of men, they were all interested. I'm sure they all thought I was available. I'm sure as they found I was wearing nothing under my dress, they all felt I was more then just available, I wanted sex. At least that is what I felt they knew, considering their reactions. I was amazed at how quickly they seemed to get hard. I did come up with a fantasy and I didn't need Liz's help either. It was rather easy after I'd become rather attracted to one of the men I danced with, inviting him back to our table after the dance.

His name was Kenny, he had sandy colored hair, deep blue eyes, very handsome. About six feet tall, very well built, muscular but not over built. His voice was so very sexy, I was wet just listening to him talk. I almost hate to admit that I cared but he was well built else where to, something I couldn't help but notice after what Richard had said. He wasn't just a pretty face either, he had personality, he was witty and seemed intelligent. After he sat down with us, I rejected all offers of dances, preferring to spend the evening with him.

Liz had run into an old friend of hers who was keeping her company. Around midnight, Liz's suggested we all go to her place for a night cap. At about a half an hour after we arrived, Liz's and her friend headed to her bedroom, leaving Kenny and I alone. Kenny and I did some passionate necking but nothing more, he tried but I wasn't ready for that. Kenny being a gentlemen didn't push me. I was starting to like Kenny, so I felt obligated to tell him that I was married. Dumb me he pointed to my ring telling me he already knew that. We both had a good laugh about my stupidity.

I don't know why but I told Kenny about how my husband wanted me to be with someone else. I told him about Liz's and my plan to make up a fantasy. I told him not in my wildest dream, did I think I'd meet someone I could be tempted to actually fulfill my husband's fantasy with. Yes I told him he was that someone. I even told him that if he pushed, I didn't think I could resets him. I think I became more attracted to him when he showed me enough respect not to do that.

Kenny, was just like Bruce in not understanding how a man could be like Richard. Just like Bruce too, in volunteering to fulfill Richard's wishes. About an hour later, I asked Kenny to take me home. After telling Liz that Kenny was going to give me a ride home we left. On the way home Kenny asked me if I'd be at the club Saturday night, without even thinking, I said I would be if he wanted me to be.

When we pulled up in front of my house, I looked for the longest time at that door Richard had opened for me. Not getting out of the car I told Kenny to pull into my driveway, I turned to Kenny, then started to kiss him. Partly because I wanted him, partly because I knew Richard would be watching. I'm not sure why I took the next step, was it knowing Richard was watching or just the heat of the moment, but I asked Kenny to help me put on a real show. I didn't have to ask twice, his hand slipped behind my back pulling down my zipper. Next he caressed my shoulders while at the same time pushing the straps of my dress off of my shoulders. Sliding my legs up on the seat, I sat on my feet, slipped my arms from the straps of my dress, allowing it to fall to my waist. Being our yard light, house lights and the street light near our house lit the inside of the car, I knew full well that Richard could see my fully exposed back. For that matter so could any of our neighbors, something I momentarily considered, deciding that someone else watching could only enhance the experience.

Locking my hand behind Kenny's neck I pulled him to my breasts. Everything was moving faster then I had intended, I was going further then I had intended. Kenny's kissing and sucking of my nipples finally sent me over the edges. Intend being replaced by passion and desire, my actions were no longer simply a show. Wanton, carnal feelings, driven as much by the whole wickedness of the situation, as it was by the lustfulness I was feeling.

If this had been a Greek tragically, this would have been the point where the beloved husband would fall on his sword, so overridden by his grief at seeing his beloved wife in the throws of passion with a stranger. The very fact that Richard wasn't feeling that grief drove me even harder, not out of anger, not from a need to make him jealous. No it was more base then either of those, I wanted Richard to watch my transformation into a totally wanton slut. It's what he wanted, in some ways it's what I wanted, not as a slut but as a wholly sexually liberated woman. In that liberation was also a liberation from Richard himself. Adding to that, the fact I was being watched was an erotic experience, I suppose that was my exhibitionist side finally coming to light.

Making a show of it, I took my heals off throwing them into the back seat, then I lifted my dress over my head, looking back at the window I knew Richard would be watching from before discarding it in the back. Sliding off the seat I urged Kenny to the center. Pulled his shoes and socks off throwing them into the back seat, then unfastened his pants and removed them, making a show of putting them into the back seat of the car. If I was going to do this I wanted him naked, just as I was, most of all I wanted Richard to know Kenny was naked and I had made him that way.

After having Kenny move closer to the passenger window, I pushed his legs apart putting my knees between his legs, I started to kiss him, working my way down his neck, his chest, unbuttoning and kissing as I worked my way down to his penis. I'm sure that even if Richard hadn't made me so aware of penis size, I would have been impressed by Kenny's size. At least a couple of inches longer then Bruce's and much bigger around. I won't use the word hung, hung to me would be scary, I was not scared. I knew Richard couldn't see me giving Kenny a blow job, so I lifted my head, then kissed Kenny, before going back down on him. I might add here that for me it's a turn on to have a penis in my month and then give a big wet passionate kiss to the guy, why, I have no idea, just take my word for it. I repeat doing that many times during a blow job, I did so with Kenny.

When I felt I'd pleasured him enough, I tried to put my legs over Kenny's, he'd have nothing of it. Gentle he moved me to a laying position, then assumed a position between my legs. First kissing my lips he then did just as I had and worked his way slowly down to my pussy. There's only so much room in the front seat of a car, Kenny needing more, opened up the front passenger door. Richard didn't have a view of what was happening on the seat, he now did and with the added light he could not possible miss the details. I know it was partly do to the situation, not just Kenny's skill but within minutes I was having orgasms, they became so intense that I had to bite my hand for fear of waking someone.

Kenny sensing the time was right started to lay down on me, it wasn't how I wanted him, I wanted to fuck him, not the other way around, so I stopped him. More accurately I wanted Richard to watch me fuck him. After having Kenny to sit up again, I straddled him then lowered myself onto his penis, the sensation was amazing, I felt so full of him. Just the feeling of him in me, caused another small orgasm. Concepts of time were lost, all I can say is when he finally ejaculated, I felt completely satisfied. After a few minutes of just remaining in each others arms, I leaned over the seat gather up my purse, leaving my dress and shoes. Then kissed Kenny one last time before getting out of his car, as I shut the door I said, "Why don't you just pick me up here Saturday night? I don't really think we need Liz along as a chaperone. Say about nine." Not needing a reply, I knew he'd be there, I shut the door and walked naked to the front door of my house.

I knew Richard was standing behind that door waiting for me, and I was damned if I was going to open it for myself. After a few minutes he did just that. As I stepped into the house neither of us spoke. I as walked away from him to the stairs I said over my shoulder, "I hope you had as much fun watching, as I did fucking." Crude maybe, but that is what I had just done, it wasn't about love it was pure carnal lustful sex, fucking. After getting to our bedroom, I went into our bathroom sat on the stool and peed. After standing, I grabbed a hand towel to clean myself up with but I couldn't do it. It's impossible to give an explanation for why I did what I did next. After cleaning Kenny's sperm from my right thigh with my fingers, I stuck then into my mouth sucking them clean. Then I cleaned what was on my left thigh and spread it over my lips, cheeks chin and neck. Next I inserted two fingers into my vagina and used them as I had used Kenny's penis. After I withdrew them I rubbed our mixed juices all over breasts, them repeated that again and rubbed Kenny's seed all over my vulva.

When I went back into our bedroom, Richard was laying naked on the bed. Hard and ready for sex, as I knew he would be. Starting at the button of the bed I crawled to him like a tigress, slowly and sensually, until my face was inches from his. Closing the gap until our lips almost touched, I whispered to him, "I hope you like the taste of another man's cock, because that's what I taste like." Not giving him a chance to react, I kissed him hard, forcing my tongue deep into his month. From his reaction, stunned, I don't think he ever considered that possibility. Getting very little response from my kiss I sat back on my feet, then asked, "Do you want to have sex with me or not? I'm horny, I want to be fucked, if you can't, I'll go elsewhere."

"Yes I want to make love. Go take a shower first, and make sure you brush you teeth" he demanded. His days of demanding anything had just ended.

"Richard, I don't want to make love, I want to be fucked. I am not going to take a shower, you wanted me with other men. I've done what you wanted, now your going to accept their leavings. I'm not giving you a choice, it's either that or you can leave." I felt mean but I also felt powerful, powerful enough to bend him to my will. Was this a turn on for me, maybe it was, but it was going to be humiliating for Richard, I wanted that. Again I slid two of my fingers into my vagina, this time making a show of it for Richard's benefit. When I finished I put the tips of my fingers to his lips, then snarled at him, "Your choice Richard, suck my fingers clean or get out of my bed."

I couldn't help but gloat as he opened his month allowing me to slide my fingers into it. I wondered if I'd always had the power I now felt, or did tonight make that much difference. I knew one thing, I felt different, Richard was going to feel that difference, nothing between us would ever be the same. Richard may have wanted a slut what he was getting was a tigress. I also knew, I didn't need any story to get the kind of sex I wanted, I just had to demand it of Richard, he'd comply.

Funny but the whole situation truly was making me horny. That night I did finally have two or three of the kind of orgasms that I had longed for Richard to give me. He did exactly as he was told. It's almost evil knowing, that part of my having orgasms came from making him give me oral while he could still taste Kenny's seed. I'm not by nature a mean person, and being that I didn't feel the need for intercourse with Richard, I told him a story that night. He'd seen all that I'd really done, so while I made him masturbate to relieve himself, I made one up for him. One he'd like, one where all the men had big cocks.

I kept seeing Kenny, going out with him two or three times a week, always after the girls were in bed. I didn't mind taking that time away from Richard but I would never have short changed my daughters, they are the most precious part of my life. Kenny and I never moved past the sexual side of our relationship, a different time in my life maybe we could have. I later replaced Kenny with someone else, sex without some other connection loses it excitement over time, then that someone with someone else, so on and so forth. I did things I never thought possible, at least not for me, do I ever regret those things, at times, don't we all have regrets. Would I go back and change that time in my life, never. I do give thanks that I came out of that period in my life without some kind of STD.

Richard, what can I say about him, he became a better lover. No longer did I have to demand, he knew what I wanted, what I needed, at least sexually. As far as me ever doing more to pleasure Richard then I done in the past, never, it just didn't happen, if anything it became less, most of the time I wouldn't even allow him to have intercourse with me. He seemed to be content masturbating while I told him of my exploits. Of course I'd have to bend the truth most of the time and tell him the men always had more then ample packages.

Richard never could really be the man I needed, I suppose that's why for the next two years I always had at least one other relationships going. Truthfully I wasn't the woman he needed either, if I had been he could never have accepted me sleeping around, much less encouraged it. In my mind we'd become roommates who had sex together, no that's not right he pleasured me then had sex with himself. Not once after that night did I ever have sex with Richard when I hadn't first been with someone else. I tried, it was just that at any other time I felt repulsed by him. The only bond we really had, was a shared responsibility for raising our two daughters. There had been love at one time, that had vanished that first night with Kenny. Maybe even some of it that night with Bruce, but that could have been repaired. It vanished that first night, even before Kenny, it went out the door, as I walked out the door Richard had opened for me.

I finally did fulfill Richard's biggest fantasy, him watching me have sex with more then one man. I brought two men home with me, about a week before I told Richard he had to leave. I didn't intend it to be the night I made the decision to boot his hindy. A week later I didn't give Richard a choice, I packed his bags and had them waiting for him when he came home from work.

Kenny was one of the two men, good looking men with big packages just aren't that easy to find. I guess that's why there is something called average, most men are just that average, nothing wrong with that. I guess I had some resentment for Richard lingering somewhere. It wasn't quite Richard's fantasy, I didn't just let him watch. I made him play.

He didn't want to get naked, I suppose he was somewhat embarrassed by his short comings. It wasn't really fun having to undress Richard while he was being held, it was fun belittling his body when I finally had him naked, but oh well. He sure didn't seem very enthused with giving me oral either, maybe he was just embarrassed to let other men know he liked cleaning up their leavings, kind of spoils the moment when someone has to threaten violence to get your husband to do his job. Richard was the one who seemed to have a big thing about penis size, not me. But I wanted to fulfill his fantasy, so I was very vocal about how much I loved big cock. Of course you can't just talk about how wonderful big cock is, you have to talk about how useless a little cock is.

I don't think Richard liked it when I gave Kenny a blow job, he looked a little shocked when Kenny came in my month. It was hard explaining to him how his little penis was so unappealing to me that I never had the urge to do that for him. I don't think he liked it when I told him I had for every other man I'd been with. I was nice, I didn't come right out and tell him he was the smallest of all my men, I just implied it. He must have liked the humiliation because he kept getting hard. I'm not so hard hearted as to just let a man stand around forever with a hard on and then not try to help him out. I did give Richard his chance, I couldn't help it when I pushed him away, I just couldn't feel his little thingy in me. I had to tell him I couldn't feel him, didn't I, a person shouldn't lie.

I couldn't help it that I needed a real man, of course Gerald took over and finished what Richard couldn't. I suppose I shouldn't have been so vocal about him having to do that. Maybe I went overboard when I told Richard just what a pathetic little penis he really had. Telling him, how I never really felt satisfied when he was in me. How after having men with real cocks, I couldn't even feel him. How he was really only good at licking other men's seed from my pussy. Which of course he had to do when Gerald was finished, he looked so pathetic, a little man with a shriveled up little tool. Why I belittled him when he couldn't get hard again, I'll never know, that was so unfair of me.

I snapped, what else can I say. I hope, I didn't cause permanent damage to his ego, or do I. I did try to make it up to him that last week, I wanted a farewell fuck. I think I earned it, don't you. To bad Richard couldn't get it up, he couldn't even get it up when I promised him a real blow job. Maybe I did cause some harm, maybe he has an erectile dysfunction. From what I've been told, he's still not dating anyone. Of course most women don't want a man like him anyway. I'd still put my money on a dysfunction, Richard would hide that part of himself until it was to late. That brings up an interesting question, I wonder how many girlfriends would run for the hills if they knew their man wanted them to sleep with other men. Kind of unfair to tell a woman after she's married, isn't it?

Life moves on, I'm happy to say. My daughters are both doing fine, although I'd like more time with them, the time we do have is rewarding. I have a career I like. Sometimes money is tight but I provide a good life style for my daughters and myself. Richard does pay child support but I don't want his money, so all of it goes into an account for my daughters education's. Hopefully we won't need that, I'd rather pay for that myself to. It would be nice for them to have that money when they go out on their own for the first time.

As far as my love life goes it couldn't be better. Once I was free, Bruce was at my door reminding me of what I had told him, that day I'd make the wrong decisions and said my farewell to him. I didn't want to start out with lies between Bruce and myself, I told him everything I'd done the prior two years, some of which was not pretty. As far as we're both concerned that is part of my past. Bruce has become a father to my daughters, even though we aren't married yet, that's happens next month. No one asked him to be a father, it just happened, the girls do need that, Richard rarely takes the time to visit them, how any man, even Richard, can do that is beyond my comprehension.