Jessica

I never did find out who it was that banged my box that night.

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When I got home from the doctor's I put my babies down for a nap and then I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of white wine and sat down at the kitchen table and tried to figure out just what the hell had happened in Stan's head. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. It just didn't make sense. If making babies was the only reason for having sex why did Stan keep having sex with me after I was already pregnant. And Stan had kept fucking me while I was pregnant with Alan right up to the eighth month.

The next question was what the hell was I going to do about it? By the time I was done with my second glass of wine I had boiled it down to three choices, none of them good.

Divorce Stan.

Cheat on Stan.

Live with it.

As I said, none of them good choices. I would NOT live with it! I liked sex and I was not going to live the rest of my life without it. I found the idea of cheating to be morally repugnant so that left divorce. Shed Stan and find another man. The problem with that was that I loved the asshole. He was a great guy, a great father and until the no sex announcement he had been a great husband.

I finished my wine (and my whine) and set to work cleaning the house. I had dinner ready for Stan when he got home and as soon as he walked in the door I said:

"The kids are at my mother's and I'll pick them up on my way home."

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"When will you be back?"

"When I get here."

"Damn it Jess, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"It isn't what's gotten into me Stan, it is what isn't getting into me."

He was still trying to get his mind around that as I left.

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I had done what I usually did when I was down. I called my best friend Amy and asked her to join me for a drink. I could talk to Amy and sometimes after listening she said things that clarified things for me. I met her at the Top Hat Lounge and we sat down in a booth, ordered from the cocktail waitress and then Amy said:

"Okay girlfriend, what has your panties in a twist this time?"

"Sex."

"Sex?"

"Yep. More specifically, a lack of it."

I told her what was going on and she shook her head in amazement. "God sweetie, that is the last thing I would have ever thought of. You without sex. Wow." And then she giggled and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. She was remembering the night we double dated and went to the drive in movies. It was the only time in my life that I had sex with a guy because I was tired of trying to fight him off.

Amy had a hot romance going with Danny Pelson and they had a date for Friday night to go to the drive in. Danny called her Thursday night and told her he had to cancel. His cousin had just dropped in to visit. Amy told him she would find a girl for his cousin and then they could double date Friday. Danny said okay and Amy came looking for me. I really wasn't interested in a blind date, but Amy begged and pleaded with me and I finally broke down and agreed to be the cousin's date.

The night didn't start out bad. Danny and his cousin Mark picked us up and took us to the Red Lobster for dinner. Mark was a good looking guy and he was very personable and I began thinking that the evening would turn out to be okay. After eating we drove to the drive in and got there twenty minutes before the move (Tammy and The Bachelor) was due to start.

Danny and Amy were in the front seat and Mark and I were in the back. As soon as we were parked Danny and Amy slid together and started to make out. While that is going on I'm in the back trying to make conversation with Mark, but he keeps glancing at the front seat and finally he figures that if Danny and Amy can make out, he can make out with me.

He slid over next to me and I made my first mistake of the night - I let him. I figured what the hell, it's only a kiss. He was a good kisser so I let him kiss me again and then yet again. Up in front Amy broke the kiss with Danny and her head disappeared and seconds later Danny moaned. WHOA! This sure wasn't the Amy I knew so I moved forward and looked over the seat and saw Amy giving Danny a blow job.

I was so stunned that I wasn't paying attention to Mark and he got his hands up inside my sweater and unsnapped my bra. I wasn't even aware he'd done it until he started rolling my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That got my attention and I moved back and reached to push his hand away and while my hands were doing that his other hand went up under my skirt.

"Stop that!" I snapped at him and dropped my hands to grab at his wrist and when I did that his other hand got busy on my breast again. My hands were going back and forth and I wasn't managing to stop anything. I was saying:

"Stop that," "Don't do that," "Quit that" and "damn it, get your hands off me" and he was just flat assed ignoring me. I was just getting ready to double up my fist and smack him in the face when Amy said:

"Oh come on Jess, give him a taste."

I turned and saw her looking over the front seat at me. I had been stunned to see sweet, young, innocent and virginal Amy giving Danny a blow job and now I was again shocked to see her looking over the front seat looking at me and saying:

"Come on Jess, do him. I want to watch you suck his cock."

"Amy Joy, what in the hell has gotten into you?"

Just then she went, "Ooooooooooh" and then gasped, "Danny, Danny's gotten into me, he's in me right now. Suck his cock Jess, let me watch you suck his cock while Danny fucks me."

While that was going on Mark had unzipped himself and had taken out his cock. He took hold of my wrist and moved my hand and put it on his cock and I jerked my eyes away from Amy and looked down at the biggest cock I had ever seen (and by that point in my life I had seen several). I found out later that it was eight 1/2 inches long, but it wasn't the length - it was the girth! It was as big around as my wrist. I stared at it dumb-founded as Amy, being fucked by Danny, was moaning in my ear:

"Suck it Jess, let me see you suck it."

I gave up fighting.

"Go on Jess," Amy moaned, "Suck his cock for me girlfriend, show me how you do it."

I had my fingers wrapped around Mark's cock and I was staring at it when Amy put a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed down as she crooned in my ear:

"Do it Jess, do it."

I opened my mouth and my tongue licked out at the large head and then I licked his cock from the head to his balls and back. It was a fat cock, but I was still able to get it in my mouth, although not very far. I wasn't going to be able to give anything that large a really good blow job so I decided that the way to go was to fuck his cock with my mouth. I clamped my lips tight around the shaft and then started moving my head back and forth. What I was doing was jacking him off with my mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck him Jess, make him cum" Amy crooned in my ear and I took his ball sack in one hand and fondled him. After several minutes I felt his balls tighten up and I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and pulled her close to Mark's cock. I wrapped the other hand around Mark's cock and beat him off and was rewarded by a spurt of cum that arched out from the head of Mark's cock and hit Amy right in her left eye. I smiled at Amy and then I bent to lick Mark's cock clean.

I was surprised how quickly he responded to my tongue. He was up and hard in minutes and I squirmed under him, spread my legs and waited. He wasted no time in working his cock into me and when he was all the way in he stared fucking me hard. God did I ever feel full. I've read about other women fucking large cocks and saying that buttons got pushed that they never even knew they had, but all I felt was stuffed. Well, any fuck is a good fuck, for me anyway, and I pushed back up at him and worked my pussy to give me the maximum amount of orgasms. Amy had her head almost in my crotch as she watched the large cock pound into me. I heard her scream when Danny gave her her own orgasm and seconds later I had one as Mark pumped his load into me.

I lay there looking up at Mark, breathing hard and I heard Amy say, "You want to trade Jess? You want to come up here with Danny and let me come back there?"

Danny snapped, "Oh no you don't!"

I snapped out of my memory trance to see Amy looking at me and I said:

"Wipe that smile off your face you slut."

"Well, you do have to admit t was an interesting night."

"Did you ever get over Danny not letting you have a taste of Mark?"

"Oh I had my taste of Mark. That's why Danny broke up with me. He came back to his apartment early and caught us."

"You slut you! And you never told me?"

"I was too embarrassed. So, what are you going to do about your problem?"

I told her the three choices I'd come up with and why I couldn't handle going without and why I wouldn't cheat.

"So my only viable option is divorce."

"Not necessarily. There is another option."

"What?"

"Give Stan a choice. Tell him where you are coming from - that you refuse to live a sexless life - and that he has a choice. He can accept a divorce or agree let you have sex outside the marriage."

"He would never go for that."

"What do you have to lose?"

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The next night at dinner I told Stan that as soon as the kids were put to bed we would have a talk; or more to the point, I was going to talk and he was going to listen.

"I'm not liking your attitude Jess."

"And you are going to like what I have to say even less."

"Maybe we need to put this talk off until you get in a better mood."

"Nope. I get it off my chest tonight and you get to make a decision by Sunday night."

"Sunday night? What do I have to make a decision by Sunday night?"

"Because that is the deadline I'm going to give you. Make yourself a stiff drink while I put the kids to bed."

Half an hour later I joined Stan in the kitchen and cut right to the chase. "You arbitrarily decided that we would no longer have a sex life and that is unacceptable to me. Your action forces me to decide among three choices, do without sex for the rest of my life, cheat on you or divorce you and find another man to live out my life with. Looking at those choices I can eliminate two right away. I will not, repeat - will not! - live a sexless life. Also, I will not cheat on you. That means the only option left open to me is divorce and getting on with my life."

I saw alarm register on his face and I said, "I don't want a divorce because I love you, but something has to be done. There is another option available. It is a little extreme, but it might work. We can stay together and raise the children together, but just as you have made it clear that being with you means no sex, you need to be aware that if we stay together you can expect to be cuckolded on a semi-regular basis."

"What are you saying?"

"Simple Stan. Divorce or live with me knowing that, with your permission, I'm going out looking to get laid two or three times a week."

"With my permission? Are you crazy?"

"Not in the least. Here" I said as I handed him a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"A paper I made up for you to sign. It states that since you will no longer have sexually relations with me I am free, without fear of reprisal on your part, to have sex outside the marriage. You have two choices Stan. Sign the paper or be divorced. I'll give you until Monday morning to make a decision. If I don't have that signed paper in my hand when you leave for work Monday morning I'll be sipping my morning coffee while I look through the Yellow Pages for a divorce attorney."

"Damn it Jessica, you can't just dump this on me."

"Sure I can Stan, just like you dumped the 'no sex' on me. Monday morning Stan" and I got up and left him sitting at the kitchen table.

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Saturday and Sunday I busied myself with my babies and household chores and Stan pretty much stayed away from me. He still hadn't indicated which way he was going to jump, but knowing Stan the way I did I was almost certain that he would never sign that paper. But as Amy had said what did I have to lose by trying. The answer to that of course was 'nothing'.

Dinner Sunday was a quiet affair, as had been all meals since Stan hit me with his pronouncement, and after dinner I played with my babies for a while before putting them to bed. I took my book and headed for the spare bedroom, but I couldn't concentrate on the book. All I could think of was an impending divorce that I didn't want, but couldn't see a way out of. At ten I put the book down and turned out the light and then I lay there and stared up at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

Something woke me up and I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was midnight. Out of the darkness Stan's voice came to me:

"I can't do it Jessica, I can't lose you."

I felt his weight settle on the bed and I opened my arms to him.