Baby, You Can Drive My Car

"I am in control, you little slut. If you want more of my cock, you will wait for me to feed it into that hot little pussy, understand?" I snarled as well as I could.

"I just want it so bad," whined Patti. "I'll be a good little slut. Just fuck me with that big cock!"

I began to slowly slide more and more into an amazingly tight space. Before I made it balls deep, Patti began another orgasm. She shuddered as I fed her the rest of my behemoth. I felt her cervix with the end of my cock. I pulled back slowly and slammed it home again. I worked myself into a frenzy as I hammered Patti. I had good staying power since I had recently cum. I was determined to be the stud she imagined. I have to admit it. I was. Patti had sweat running down between her lovely tits as I refused to slow down. She had a couple more small orgasms and began to beg me to finish.

"Please cum in my pussy. I want to feel that huge fucking rod shoot deep in my pussy!" she practically yelled.

I knew I had to finish her off fast, or send the kids to the neighbors. We reached the finish line together. For a long time we just lay there, bathed in perspiration. Eventually, my breathing and heartbeat returned to something close to normal. I looked at Patti and she was smiling in her sleep with an arm and a leg swung up on me. I felt a deep and passionate love for her as I stroked her cheek. She was my girl.

The next day at work I received two calls from husbands of women that golf with Patti. Both men said essentially the same thing. We had to have 'The Big Salami' whacked! I tried to explain how he would return in a sequel and be even more vindictive with his fucking joystick. He, and his cock, could not be destroyed in the usual manner. I guess they never saw those 'Elm Street' movies because they didn't understand what I was saying. I finally told them I didn't know any dependable hit men and they were on their own.

Patti couldn't get enough sex all week. She was constantly making up scenarios and expected me to play along. I was the plumber and she had to let me fuck her bent over the kitchen sink before I would repair her drain. I was a traveling salesman giving her a great deal on encyclopedias if she could swallow my entire nine inches. I was a cop she had to convince to not give her a ticket for speeding. Each of these imaginary guys had a huge cock that she was 'forced' to please.

We went out to dinner one night. When we left the restaurant I opened her door and helped her in. She let her skirt slide up and I caught a glimpse of her bare pussy! I walked around and got behind the wheel.

"James! Did I see you looking at my little pussy?" she demanded.

Who the hell was James? I played it smart.

"I couldn't help catching a glimpse when you sat down," I admitted.

"If my husband found out you were looking at his pride and joy, you would be fired immediately!" she huffed. "We can find a chauffer that conducts himself properly."

"But can you find one with a big, fat cock like this?" I asked as I pulled my zipper down and freed Willy.

"My God!" gasped Patti. "Put that incredible cock away! You are fired!"

"Then I don't have to follow your orders, do I?" I asked. "I want you to suck this pussy pleaser. Then you will reconsider firing me.

I pulled her down to my cock as I spoke. She turned her head, but I grabbed a handful of hair and brought her back to face the one-eyed monster. My other hand had reached back and pulled her skirt up so her ass was reflecting light from the restaurant. I slapped her ass quite hard.

"Suck my cock, you rich bitch!" I ordered.

I spanked her other cheek even harder. She took me into her mouth, but I kept spanking her for several minutes. She was moaning and her hand slid back to her pussy. Now her ass was glowing and she was bobbing on my cock like a piston. She started cumming, but kept working my cock and moaning around it. I filled her mouth. Then I just rubbed her ass for a minute as she recovered.

"Am I still fired?" I asked.

"Take me home, please, and I will consider keeping you on. If I do, you will give me that big cock whenever I want," Patti bargained.

As the days went on, I realized that somehow 'The Big Salami' had worked to my benefit. Patti was hornier than when we were first married, and she was damn close to insatiable back then. Our sex life was active to the point of being exhausting.

Then things went decidedly downhill. I got home from work one night and found a message on our machine. Patti had to work late and she asked me to feed the kids. The following night, there was a message about going shopping at the mall. I was bored, so after feeding the kids I decided to drive to the mall and surprise Patti.

I cruised the parking lot, looking for Patti's car. I didn't want to park clear across the mall from her. It would be easier to find her if I knew which door she had entered. I found her car parked near the food court door. I found a parking place about four rows away. As I went to climb out of the car, I saw Patti and some guy walking toward her car. They had their arms full of packages, so I couldn't see enough of the man to be able to identify him. They put the packages into her trunk and when he stood back up, I almost shit my pants!

It had been over 20 years, but I would never forget Sam 'The Big Fucking Salami'. They climbed into Patti's car together and drove off. I could hardly put the keys in the ignition; I was so upset. I pulled into traffic about four cars behind and followed. She obviously didn't know I was following because she pulled into a small, but nice local hotel. It was the very same hotel where we had our wedding reception! That was a long time ago.

Patti and Sam were laughing as they removed the packages from her trunk and carried them into the hotel. I struggled to make sense of what I had witnessed. What reason could she have to go to a hotel with that freak of nature? What reason beside the obvious one? I wanted to go in and snoop, but I had to be careful. I wanted to know what was going on before I made any rash decisions. I sat in the lot and watched for them to come back to the car. An hour and a half later, the two of them finally returned.

I debated whether I should follow them or try to find out what I could in the hotel. I decided that if they were doing anything wrong, it was too late to stop it, so I went into the small lobby. There was a pretty young girl behind the desk.

"Miss, I am sorry to trouble you," I apologized. "My wife told me to meet her here and I am a bit late, I am afraid. Her name is Patti Gerow. Could you tell me if she did get a room?"

The girl typed on her keyboard and watched her monitor.

"We have a Mrs. Gerow reserving room 302 for tomorrow night," volunteered the girl. "That is all I can find."

I thanked her and left. My mind was refusing to accept the information it had received. I knew there had to be an explanation. It was almost ten when I walked back into my house.

"Where have you been, Sweetheart?" asked Patti. "I was beginning to worry."

"I needed some golf shoes so I took a ride to see if I could find any. I didn't see anything I like," I added. "How was your day?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll find something," Patti told me. "I just did some shopping after work. Nothing exciting. By the way, Steve called and he wants you to call him back."

Steve was my golf partner and probably my best friend. I rang his number.

"Matt? What say we go out for a couple beers tomorrow night?" he asked. "Larry Shenk is going to be in town and he suggested we get together for a few.

Larry was a friend who had recently been transferred to another state by his company. I cupped the phone and turned to my wife.

"Patti?" I whispered. "Steve wants me to have a few beers with him and Larry Shenk tomorrow night. Do you have any plans?"

"No, go right ahead. Have a good time," she smiled.

I set it up with Steve for him to pick me up at seven the following evening. I may be standing him up I thought to myself. He'll understand when I tell him why. That night Patti wanted to have sex with me, but I had no stomach for it. I told her my stomach was upset, which wasn't a lie. It had been in a knot since I saw Patti with Sam. I didn't sleep well that night. I kept thinking of that big cock of Sam's pushing into Patti's tight little pussy. Maybe I should have tried sloppy seconds, just to see how stretched she was.

The next day was Saturday and I puttered around the house, keeping an eye on Patti. The kids had gone to visit friends for the day. At one point I surprised her on the phone. She was talking very softly in the kitchen. When I walked into the room, she quickly said her good-byes and hung up.

Then around five, Patti came into the garage where I was trying to fix the lawnmower. She had her car keys in her hand.

"As long as you have plans for the evening, I think I'll go visit Jen. I haven't seen her in a few weeks," stated Patti.

Jen was Patti's younger sister and she lived about an hour away. It sounded reasonable, if it were only true!

"Patti? Is anything wrong? Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked. I thought she might come clean and we could try to work things out.

"Everything is fine, Matt!" she quickly responded. She never asked why I thought anything was wrong. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and got into her car and left.

I decided that I wasn't going to spend weeks trying to catch Patti in lies and following her around. If she was in that hotel room tonight, it was over. The thought saddened me, but I felt I had no option. I was not going to be a willing cuckold! I waited half an hour. That would give them time to get warmed up. Then they were going to have company!

I got to the hotel and sure as shit, Patti's car was there. I parked right next to her and slammed my door closed as I headed to the lobby.

"I am Matt Gerow and I want a key for room 302," I insisted.

The girl must have seen I was serious. She just reached down and picked up a key and handed it to me. By now my blood was boiling. I was thinking what I was going to tell my slut wife and her goddamn salami.

As I headed for the elevator I almost bumped into a couple. I just marched around them and walked into the elevator as the door was closing. I thought I heard a voice ask if that was Matt. I gave it no more thought as I strode to 302 and slid the key into the slot. I pushed the door open and there was Patti. She was wearing a little black thong and had a frilly black bra in her hands. That was all she wore. I was in a rage. My heart was racing and my knees were shaking. I had never been so upset in my life.

"Matt!" gasped Patti. "What are you doing here?"

I slammed the door and stepped further into the room. I had to think to even frame a response. I was that livid. It must have shown because Patti became worried.

"Matt, is something wrong? You look upset," she understated.

"Where the fuck is he?" I demanded. "In the bathroom?"

"What are you talking about, Matt? Who are you talking about?" Patti asked through trembling lips.

"You couldn't be satisfied with me. You had to try a big cock. I sure hope it is worth it," I snarled. "I would have given my life for you. No one ever loved a wife more than I loved you, but that wasn't enough! Well, have a great life. I won't be in it!"

I didn't want to physically hurt Patti, and Sam obviously wasn't there. I decided to leave before my anger got the better of me, or before I started crying like a baby. I never felt such pain in my life. Life without Patti had never been an option and I seriously wondered if I could survive, or if I would want to survive.

I yanked the door open and practically ran out. I'll never forget the scene as I entered the elevator. Patti stood in the hallway, topless and wearing a thong, begging me to come back. I stormed across the lobby, in as black a mood as I had ever been. I heard my named called again, but I didn't even turn to see who it was. I got into my car and drove away. I had no idea where to go. I never felt so alone in my life.

Half an hour later, I was nursing a beer in a hole-in-the-wall bar. I felt like getting drunk, but knew that was a bad idea. My mind was in turmoil and I would surely do something really stupid if I drank too much. A while later an attractive blonde

a few years younger than I sat next to me. I glanced her way and she smiled. One thing was certain; I sure didn't want to be involved with any more women!

She kept trying to engage me in conversation. I was very close to being rude as I responded with one-word answers and a few nods. Her cell phone rang and she had a short conversation.

I decided to go home and pack my bags. I would then go find a motel someplace. I felt a little better once I had a plan of some kind. As I stood, the woman next to me seemed concerned.

"Please don't leave!" she requested. "It would be in your best interest to stay here for a little while. Would you have a drink with me, if I bought?" she asked.

"Not to be rude, Lady, but I am not looking for any companionship. Quite the opposite," I explained. "You are an attractive woman. There are plenty of guys around. I am sorry but I have to go."

"Please stay, Matt. I promised I would keep you here for a few minutes," she implored.

I turned to look more closely at the woman next to me. Did I know her? Had we met someplace? What was she talking about?

"You have the advantage on me," I replied. "You seem to know me, but I don't know you, and you are not the sort of woman a man forgets easily."

She looked at me and I thought she was going to break into tears as she told me, "You still have some charm, even with a broken heart."

"Is it that obvious?' I asked. "Or did someone put a sign on my back? Maybe to cover up the stab wound I have between my shoulder blades. Thanks for your concern, but I have to leave now."

I sure didn't need to get all sad, and stuff, with some strange woman in a bar. I was already humiliated enough. I turned to leave. Then, walking through the door was Patti and 'The Big Salami'!

They walked right up to me. I was mad as hell again. I thought I had gained some control, but seeing them together brought it all back. Did they look me up so they could humiliate me? They were in for a surprise if that was their goal. I knew Id rather lose a bar fight and get tossed in jail than put up with any shit from them.

Patti was dressed in a black party dress and looked great. My heart actually hurt as I looked at her. I decided to take the high road and started around her to leave.

"Matt, listen to me. I don't know what happened, but you have made a big mistake!" she cried as she grabbed my arm.

I reached down and removed her hand.

"I sure did. I made a mistake when I fell for you all those years ago. I made a mistake when I believed you were shopping at the mall last night, and not spending time in that hotel with this shithead!" I growled. "I made a mistake when I went to the hotel room you reserved, but forgot to mention to me. But the real mistake I made was not waiting for this fucker to show up so I could kick his goddamn ass. Maybe I'll correct that mistake right now!"

"Oh, shit!" gasped Patti. "You knew I was at the hotel with Sam last night and thought I was waiting for him tonight? You thought Sam and I were,… were having an affair?"

Patti was shaking her head in horror and disbelief. I was getting uncomfortable confronting my wife and her lover in public. I had enough and wanted to get away from Patti and Sam. I turned to leave again when the blonde woman that had been talking to me earlier stepped in front of me.

"Matt, I am Sam's wife, Sandy. Listen to Patti. It is a simple misunderstanding. Sam isn't Patti's lover! I can promise you that!" she guaranteed.

Doubt was beginning to creep into my mind. I didn't know if I should feel good because Patti may not have been cheating, or really bad because I may have been a real ass. My weakening resolve must have shown. Patti moved up to me and put her arm in mine.

"Sandy, Sam, please excuse us for a few minutes. I have to explain to this big jerk what is going on," said Patti as she led me to a dark booth.

She pushed me in and slid in after me. I was whipped emotionally and felt numb.

"Matt, I have never been unfaithful to you. I never will be. I love you with no reservations. Sam and Sandy were helping me set up a surprise birthday party for you. We bought some stuff at the mall to decorate the ballroom and they helped me put it up. That was why I lied to you. That was wrong," admitted Patti. "I realize that now, but I didn't lie because I wanted to have an affair or hurt you in any way. I never thought it would be found out until we surprised you tonight and then you would understand."

I just sat there listening and wishing I could crawl under the table and die!

"I rented the hotel room so we could have a nice romantic evening after the party. I was getting changed when you came in. I didn't want to leave the house dressed up and make you suspicious. Steve was going to bring you to the hotel around eight and we were going to surprise you with a party in the same room we had our reception in when we were married."

I felt small and ashamed. I struggled for words to try to explain the pain and fear I had gone through. How could I face everybody? What must they think of me?

"Patti, I thought all that talk about Sam's big cock had gotten to you. I thought you had decided to find something better than what I had," I admitted.

"Oh, Matt! You can be so smart at times and so dumb other times. Let me ask you something, Matt. Do you like my pussy?" she questioned.

"You know the answer to that. I have never given you any reason to doubt it. I love you, and your pussy," I confessed.

"Let me tell you something, Buster. My pussy is pretty much the same as every pussy up and down the street. You love it, and I know you do. But that is because it is part of me. Your love for me allows you to love something that isn't really all that lovable in most situations," laughed Patti.

She continued, "Women don't marry a man for his cock, or leave a man because of his cock. Your cock is perfect. You are my husband. I don't give a damn about the size of your cock, Matt. I am glad it is as big as it is and I love the way it feels, but that is because of you. A woman wants a man that is intelligent, kind, loving, supportive and hard working. If she finds that, she will be very happy with his cock, believe me."

"Patti, I made a real big mistake. I didn't have enough faith in you. I let you down and made an ass of myself. I don't know what to do or say. I feel like crawling into a hole," I confessed.

"Are you kidding? Matt, you made me proud! You caught me in a lie and you did something about it. You let me, and the whole world, know that I am yours and you are not willing to share, ever!" protested Patti. "I thought you were going to punch Sam for a second. I know better than to lie to you again, Matt!"

"When you left in such a rage, I knew you would probably try to have a drink and cool off so I asked Sam, Sandy and a few others to drive around looking for your car. We were all checking parking lots all over town," Patti explained. "Sandy found your car and called me. Then she called everyone else to tell them that you had been located. Sam was in the area and pulled in the same time I did. If I had realized that you thought he was my lover, I would never have let him come into the place. I have never seen you so upset. You must love me quite a lot, don't you?"

I didn't want anyone to see my tears so I hugged Patti to me and buried my head in her hair. I had played the fool big time! I had also learned how much her love and faithfulness meant to me.