Marsha

"I'm sorry Frankie. I never meant to be the one to ruin your life."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was sure that the door was closed and locked. My carelessness is what caused it."

"It was you that Marsha stopped to see?"

Gail looked down at the table and said yes.

"You had seven men in your bedroom? What about Bill?"

"He was on a business trip."

"I thought you loved your husband?"

"I do love him Frankie."

"Just not enough is that it?"

"He knows Frankie. He's okay with it. Sometimes he watches and sometimes he participates, but he knows all about it. He was on the phone listening that night when Marsha walked in."

"Unreal" I muttered.

"Don't knock it Frankie; it works for us. Are you going to let her go?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I am going to let her go."

"Why? You love her and she loves you. And I can promise that she wasn't lying when she said there hadn't been anyone but you since you came home from the Army."

"You say that like you know she cheated on me while I was gone."

"Of course I knew."

"Ad you didn't tell me?"

"Why would I?"

"Because you are my sister damn it."

"I told you all about her Frankie. I told you way before you married her. I even outted myself in the telling, but you married her anyway."

"Damn it Gail; you are family and you should have told me."

"I don't see it that way Frankie. If you were going to buy a dog and I told you not to because the dog had a history of biting people and you bought the dog anyway and then the dog bit you would it be on me or would it be on you? Once you married Marsha I was out of it. Besides, I knew that she loved you and just needed sex while you were gone. Why should I blab and ruin what was otherwise a great marriage. And you know it was a great marriage Frank. You have spent twenty-six years being happier than a pig in the mud.

"Frankly I am amazed that Marsha was able to do it. Her love of multiple partners before you got together and the way she behaved when you were gone made me believe that she would be slutting around on you even after you got home. My God Frankie, she did a nine man gangbang in the second week of her eighth month. Only God knows how she managed to shut it off when you came home. Are you the least bit kinky Frank?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have any sexual fantasies at all?"

"Not that I am aware of. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know for sure. I'm wondering if maybe you were to see Marsha in action it would turn you on as much as watching me turns on Bill."

"Oh for Christ's sake get serious Gail."

"I am serious Frankie. Bill didn't have a clue that I was a cock loving slut when he married me. I promised myself that once I married him I would stay true to him and I meant it when I said it, but six months into the marriage he went out of town for a week and I got weak and gave in to my craving for a lot of cock. He came home early from his trip and caught me with four guys. Instead of going ape shit like I expected he dropped his pants and said, "I'm next." Seeing Marsha might affect you the same way."

"Not at all likely Gail."

"What do you have to lose Frankie? You are already splitting up. If watching her doesn't do it for you continue on with the split. It is a chance to stay together Frankie. You love her and I know you do and I know that she loves you. It might be a long shot, but like I said, what have you got to lose?"

"If she loves me so much Gail how could she give me up just so she can be gangbanged by a bunch of assholes?"

"It probably has something to do with getting older. She is forty-six; feeling unattractive and suddenly a bunch of thirty year olds think she is the hottest thing they have ever seen. Add that to the fact that she used to love multiple partners and the combination bowled her over."

"Bullshit Gail. I tell her all the time how desirable and attractive she is and I show her."

"Yes, but she expects it from you. The way she sees it you are her husband and you have to do those things even if you don't want to or mean it. Put yourself in her place Frank. You are on the short side of fifty and all of a sudden a bunch of twenty-five year old hotties are doing everything they can to get you in the sack."

"Won't wash Gail. They could try all they wanted, but I have – make that had – more at home than I needed and I was happier than hell with what I had. No way could I ever have thrown over Marsha for a younger woman or even a bunch of younger women."

"Okay Frank; I just thought it would be worth a try."

I looked at her for several seconds and then said, "If I did do it how would it be done?"

"That would be up to you. You could come in with the others and say you wanted to see what all the fuss was about and take a chair and watch. You could say that since she was your wife you were going to be first and then you could sit back and watch. Maybe you could come in while it was going on and stand of to the side and watch and you might even get turned on and want to join in. Maybe you will be like Bill and like the way she feels after. Bill loves sloppy seconds and maybe you would too."

"I don't like any of those ideas. I don't think there is a prayer of me liking it or of me even being willing to accept it and I wouldn't want Marsha to see me and get her hopes up only to have them dashed if I got disgusted and stomped out. And I don't think I am the type to be in the closet peeking through a cracked open door."

"No need for that. We like to tape some of my trains and we have a see through mirror set up so we can use the camera on a tripod in the other room. You can go in there and watch."

"You have it set up?"

Yes Frank. Marsha is doing it at my place."

"Oh great! And I suppose you will be on the bed next to her?"

"What's the matter big brother? Haven't you ever wanted to see my tight hot body?"

She saw the look on my face. "Okay, just kidding. I'll do my thing in the other room. And Frank?"

"What?"

"I was taping the session the night Marsha walked in."

"You mean..."

"That's exactly what I mean. I'll make you a copy if you want."

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I can honestly say that I did not want to do it, but on the extremely remote chance that it might work I agreed to watch Marsha in action. Gail told me that I needed to get there before five so I could get in the room without anyone seeing me.

When Gail let me in she was wearing a robe and a gust of wind came up as she was standing in the doorway and the robe opened just enough for me to see my baby sister in a way I'd never seen her before. Sexy bra with holes cut in it that allowed her nipples to stick through. Sexy black lace crotch less panties, thigh highs and 'come fuck me' pumps. She quickly grabbed the robe and closed it and I pretended not to have noticed anything. I'm ashamed to admit that my baby sister gave me a woodie.

Gail led me to the spare bedroom and took down the picture that covered the hole in the wall opposite the see through mirror. "Make yourself comfortable Frank. There is a cooler next to the bed that has beer and Cokes in it. It will be at least an hour before anything starts. There is a set of ear phones you can plug into the TV set so no one will here noise in here. Lock the door behind me. Guys tend to wander while waiting their turn and we don't want anyone accidently walking in on you. No one knows you are here Frank. No one but me. I'm hoping that you will come out and join us."

I gave her a weird look and she laughed. "What's the matter Frank? You didn't know that little Gail has always wanted to try on her big brother? Come out and join us Frankie. Please come out and join in."

She walked out the door laughing and I got up and locked the door behind her. I was watching "Law and Order: Special Victims Unit" when movement on the other side of the mirror caught my attention. I turned off the TV and got up and walked over to the mirror. I saw Marsha in a dress and heels and Gail in what I'd seen under the robe. Gail and Marsha stripped the bed and Gail got what looked like a plastic or rubber sheet out of the closet and put it down on the bed and then they covered it with a regular cotton sheet.

Gail left the room and Marsha undressed. She stripped down to just her heels and a pair of thigh highs and then she brought her purse over to the mirror. She took out her lipstick and was looking right into my eyes as she did her lips and then she turned and walked back toward the bed as Gail walked into the room with four guys I'd never seen before. One looked to be about my age, but the other three looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. Just then another guy I'd never seen before walked in and he didn't look any older than my youngest son. Was that the attraction? Young, dumb and full of cum and able to recharge at the drop of the hat? They all undressed.

Gail left leaving Marsha with the five guys and just as I was wondering if they drew straws to see who went first Marsha reached out to the older man and said:

"You're new and I've never done you before so you get to go first."

Marsha sat on the edge of the bed and the man she had chosen walked up to her. His cock was on a level with her mouth and she opened it and he walked his cock right in. After a couple of minutes sucking Marsha laid back on the bed and the guy mounted her. As he slid in another one got on the bed and moved so that his cock was in Marsha's face and she opened her mouth and took it in.

Another man came into the room and started undressing. The guy fucking Marsha came and the guy in her mouth moved down and took his place when he pulled out and another guy moved to her mouth. Three guys had dumped in her cunt and the sounds that came out of the speakers were the "slap, slap, slap" of flesh meeting flesh, the men saying things like "God is she hot" and "the bitch loves to fuck." and Marsha going, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" and "I need cock, harder, fuck me harder."

Then I got a surprise. I don't know why; I guess I should have known it was going to happen. My brother in law Bill came into the room, took off his clothes and then went over to the dresser and got something. He went over to the bed and told the guy fucking Marsha to get her up on her hands and knees and get under her. Marsha looked over her shoulder and saw what Bill had in his hands and smiled as she said:

"Oh yes baby, oh yes. Hurry."

What Bill had in his hand was a tube of KY Jelly and he went to work on Marsha's asshole with KY covered fingers. After several minutes he moved up and began to slide his cock into her ass and she hollered "Oh fuck yes" and pushed back at him. He began stroking into her and when the guy in her mouth came and pulled his cock out she cried out, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my as...." And her words were choked off as another cock was pushed into her mouth. The guy under her came and wiggled out from under her and another guy worked his way under her and pushed his cock into her cunt. Bill came and was no sooner out of the way and another guy was buried balls deep in her shitter and then it got repetitious as they played musical holes on my about to be ex wife.

Yes. About to be ex. What Gail had hoped for didn't happen. Watching six guys take turns on Marsha did nothing for me. It was interesting to watch the woman I had loved for so long being a piece of meat – although a very active piece of meat – for a bunch of guys, but it did absolutely nothing for me. That is not really true. It did do something. It turned my stomach. The only really interesting thing came when the guy pounding her ass said:

"I'm damned glad that your husband can't satisfy you. If the dipshit could we never would have got a shot at you."

Marsha fell forward and screamed, "Get the fuck off me you fucking asshole. My husband is more man than you could ever hope to be."

It took a couple of minutes for the group to calm her down and get her going again, but she never would let the guy who dissed me touch her again.

It wasn't a surprise when Gail walked into the room with two guys and get on the bed next to Marsha. I had been halfway expecting it since Bill had walked in. What I didn't expect was the massive hard on that I got watching my baby sister do what Marsha had been doing. I had been beating my meat for about five minutes when she looked into the mirror and winked. I lost it and came all over the wall under the hole in the wall. I wiped my cock off on the bedspread and quietly let myself out of the house.

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Marsha did not fight the divorce. We sold the house and split everything in half and I bought a condo close to work. I left it to Marsha to tell the kids why we were no longer together and I've no idea what she told them, but their attitudes toward me haven't changed any.

Between the time Marsha moved out and the house was sold I took care of some unfinished business. Ronnie had died in an auto accident and Richie had moved out to the west coast, but Bert was still around. I caught up with him at Kelly's Bar and Grille. I smiled at him and went through all of the "long time no see" bullshit and bought him half a dozen drinks. We shot some pool and when he said it was time for him to go I said I needed to get along too. We walked out together and when we got to his car I said:

"You know Bert, I never did properly thank you for having my back when I was in the Army."

He smiled and maybe was going to say something like "Aw shucks bud, it weren't nothing" when I hit him. I broke his nose, dislocated his jaw and when I put the boot to him I broke three ribs and I don't believe his stones will ever be the same again. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face close to mine.

"This is just the start good buddy. This is what is going to happen to you every time I see you and for your information I am going to spend a lot of my free time looking for you."

I didn't want him found lying in the parking lot so I took his keys, unlocked his car and tossed him on the seat and went home. I heard later he requested a job transfer and left town. I dug around till I found Richie's address and I sent him a letter telling him what happened to Bert and the same thing was going to happen to him if he came back to visit and I caught him.

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I see Marsha from time to time in the stores, restaurants or at the mall. She smiles and waves at me and I waved back (without the smile), but if she heads my way I turn and go the other way. I've been told that she wants to maintain some type of relationship with me, but I'm not interested. She made her choice and she can live with it.

The divorce brought a few good changes in my life. With no home life to speak of I spent more time on the job and I was rewarded with a couple of promotions. Because of the need for feminine companionship I had to take a closer look at myself in the mirror and I saw that I could use a little work. I joined a gym, took up running, lost twenty pounds and my lover keeps complimenting me on the change. That's right – my lover. I've become something that I never thought I would be. I am a cheater. My lover is married and is seeing me behind her husbands back.

In fact, she is in my bedroom right now and I hear her calling for me. Walking into the bedroom I see her spread out and waiting.

"Good God Gail, you take my breath away."

"Shut up and get over here. I need to be fucked."

I smiled as I started shedding my clothes.