Vonda's Scoreboard

She was a slut when I married her. All the signs were there; I was just too lost in love (or lust) to have paid any attention. Well, I know now, oh boy do I know now!

I met Vonda at the public library. She was a volunteer worker and donated her time two or three days a week. Sometimes she worked the checkout counter, sometimes she worked in the back cataloging, but usually I saw her stocking the shelves with new or returned books. I was in the library on the average of twice a week and I had noticed her; hell, what wasn't to notice - long hair down to her waist, beautiful face and tits to die for. She was very easy on the eyes and I began to look for her on my visits. I doubt very much that I would have ever spoken to her, but for some disarranged clothing. I was browsing the shelves one-day while she was restocking books. She was bending over putting books on the lower shelf and her top had pulled up exposing part of a tattoo that was on her lower back. "That's not fair," I said to her and she looked around, "Are you speaking to me?"

I said yes and pointed at her back, "Your top rode up when you bent over and I don't think it's fair that I only get to see part of the tattoo."

She laughed and said, "No one gets to see the tattoo unless they are willing to pay the price."

"And that would be?"

"At the bare minimum dinner and dancing."

"Okay, I'm willing to pay it. When?"

"Tonight works for me. I get off in an hour."

I was using the library's computers to surf the net when she came up to me and told me she was ready to go, "Follow me home so I can drop off my car. On the way you think about where you want to go for dinner, I already know where I want to go dancing."

I liked her 'no nonsense' attitude and thought that she just might be a fun date. When she'd parked her car and got in mine I asked her where we were going dancing, "It might matter as to what kind of food we eat."

"How are you on country western?"

"Depends. Two-step, shaddish, electric slide and tush-push I can handle, but if it's western swing you want I'm strictly a spectator."

She grinned and said, "I can live with that."

As I pulled out of the parking lot at her apartments I said, "For country western I recommend Mexican, good enough?"

She laughed, "Where have you been sweetie? I've been looking for you for years."

It was two in the morning when I pulled into the parking lot at her apartments. That was both good and bad. Good because I'd had a great time and the night had flown by, but bad because it was a Tuesday night and I had to go to work in about four and a half-hours. I pulled into a slot in front of her unit, left the car running and got out and went around to open her door for her.

"What are you doing?" she asked. I told her I would walk her to her door and then I had to get going.

"Oh no" she said, "A deals a deal" and she reached over and took my key from the ignition. "You did the dinner and dancing and now I have to do my part."

She led me into her apartment, told me to have a seat on the couch and told me she would be back in a minute. Two minutes later she walked back into the room naked as the day she was born and as she walked toward me I saw that she had a pierced navel, she had studs through each of her nipples and that she had a ring through a hole pierced through one of her pussy lips. She also had about five tattoos that I could see and I hadn't even seen the back of her yet. She had a butterfly on the inside of her left breast, a heart just above her pubic area and on the band through the center of the heart, where a name usually goes, it said "All yours." There was what I can only call scroll work on both of her ankles and on her left arm. She stopped in front of me and turned around and the tattoo on her back was an American eagle. What I had seen in the library was part of the wing spread. With her back to me she said, "You've seen all my secrets baby except one" and she bent at the waist and pulled her ass cheeks apart. On the inside of the left butt cheek were the words "Promised Land" and a small arrow that could have been pointing either at her pussy or her asshole. She stood up and spun around, "You like?"

I was sitting there speechless and she said, "I was hoping for a better response baby."

I was an hour late for work that morning and hadn't gotten a minutes rest that night. Vonda was a sex maniac and once she got me going she wouldn't let me stop. She sucked my cock and had me eat her pussy. She had me fuck her and then we went sixty-nine. Next she had me fuck her in her ass and then she washed my cock, sucked me hard again and then we fucked some more. As I staggered out her door at seven in the morning she kissed me goodbye and said, "I'll be home by seven tonight, okay?"

I was at her place every night for the rest of the week and all of the weekend and all we did was fuck. On Monday we went and got our blood tests and on Friday we were married in a civil ceremony. In between Sunday and our wedding we spent every hour that we weren't working together and almost all that time was spent in bed in some form of sexual activity. For our honeymoon we went, where else, to bed and never left it except to eat and go to the bathroom. The last two days before we had to go back to work we moved Vonda out of her one bedroom apartment and into my two bedroom unit.

My apartment was on the second floor and overlooked the swimming pool and on Vonda's third day there she was sitting on the balcony and I heard her say "Oh my." I went out on the balcony and asked her what was up. She pointed at a guy lying on a blanket, "I think he is."

"He is what" I asked. "I think he is up. Look at that lump in his bathing suit. He's cute, I wonder if he's a good fuck?" She giggled, "How about it baby, want me to find out?"

I said, "Good God woman, don't you ever get enough?"

She laughed and said, "I thought you already knew the answer to that baby. No, not ever."

I grabbed her and pulled her into the apartment and fucked her on the floor. When I was done she said, "I guess I'll have to find some more guys that look like good fucks. If this is what happens when I point them out to you I'll have to do it more often."

I rolled her over, "You bitch, you fucking slut you" and I fucked her the ass. When it was over she pulled my chain again, "If you're like this when I talk about it I wonder how you'll act when I do it." I reached for her and she rolled away laughing and ran for the bedroom with me close behind. What I hadn't realized at the time is that I was kidding - she wasn't!

I was beat when I went to work on Monday, but somehow I managed to make it through the day. When I got home that night Vonda, who didn't have to go back to her job until Wednesday, had dinner waiting. I asked her how her day had gone and she said, "It was okay. I just fucked around and then I went and got another tattoo. Want to see?" It was a small star, about half the size of a dime, and it was just under the heart tattoo that said "All Yours."

"What's it mean?" I asked. She giggled and said, "That's where I'm going to keep score." I must have looked confused (not very surprising because I was) so she said, "You know those old war movies, the ones that show the pilots putting little flags on their planes to keep score of how many of the enemy they shot down?" I nodded a yes and she pointed at the star, "That's my scoreboard."

"What are you keeping score of?"

"Guys I fuck."

Of course I knew she was pulling my chain so I grinned at her, "You little slut, you absolute fucking slut" and I grabbed her and drug her to the bedroom. Over the next three months we fucked like bunnies and she was always pulling my chain and it always made my dick hard and we always ended up in the bedroom. The number of star tattoos grew until she had over twenty of them. One day she had one with a circle around it and I asked her what that meant and Vonda said, "It means that I let him fuck me in my ass."

I grabbed her and pushed her down on the kitchen floor and fucked her right there as she moaned, "Oh yes baby, fuck your little slut, fuck me baby, fuck me."

On weekends she would stand on the balcony and point out a guy and say, "See him? He fucked me Tuesday" or "See that guy over there? This is his star right here" and she would point at one and then laugh as I dragged her into the apartment and into the bedroom.

Another time I said, "I thought you told me that you could never get enough."

"I can't and I don't."

"Yet in over three months you only let yourself get fucked a total of" and I leaned forward and counted the stars "twenty-three times."

Vonda laughed, "That's not twenty-three times baby, that's twenty-three guys and they have all fucked me more than once. A couple of them fuck me every day" and I hauled her into the bedroom again.

After a strenuous two hours we took a break and Vonda said, "The stars aren't all of it baby. There are three guys at the tattoo parlor and whichever one puts the new star on gets to fuck me too. He doesn't get a star because that's their pay for doing the job."

"You fucking slut you" I cried as I pushed her down on the bed and fucked her again. You want to know just how dumb I was? One night I asked her, "Isn't it time consuming to have to put all those little stars back on after you shower?"

Vonda laughed, "You wish."

I actually thought that the tattoos were fake ones; the kind you see teenage girls wearing. Not once - not one single time - did I believe that the stars were real and that Vonda was actually doing what she said she was doing to earn them.

Until the night that I came home from work to find Vonda naked except for a pair of high heels. "You're in for a treat tonight baby. The guy I was going to do this afternoon got hung up and I told him he could come over tonight." Another chain pull, right? I was reaching for Vonda when there was a knock on the door and Vonda said, "Oh good, he's here" and she went over, still naked, to answer the door. She opened it and there was a guy standing there. Vonda took him by the hand and started pulling toward the bedroom, "Catch the door baby? I'm in a hurry for his cock."

I was standing there staring at them in shock as they disappeared through the doorway into the bedroom. It wasn't until I heard "Ooh, that's a nice one" that I came out of my trance and stumbled over to close the door. By the time I got to the bedroom Vonda had his pants down around his ankles, had him sitting on the bed and was sucking his cock. He glanced over at me nervously and Vonda stopped sucking him long enough to say, "Don't worry about him. He's my husband and it turns him on to know I fuck other guys."

Have you ever been so surprised, so stunned, so caught off guard by something that you were just frozen into immobility? That's what happened to me. I just stood there as Vonda sucked him, fucked him, sucked and fucked him again and then took him in her ass. She was looking right at me and smiling as the guy rooted around in her root cellar and when he came and pulled out of her pooper she told him to go wash his cock in the bathroom and hurry back. I stepped aside to let him pass and then Vonda came over to me, took my cock out of my pants and started to suck my cock. Then she led me to the bed and said, "Do my ass baby while I wait for him to come back" and God help me but I did.

The guy came back into the room and Vonda pulled away from me, "Wash your cock baby and come on back. I want to suck you while he fucks me" and I did that too.

I have no idea why I was so docile, but from the time Vonda had answered the door I hadn't said a word, I'd just done what she told me to do. I think I was in some kind of shock. When I came back from washing off my cock Vonda had me lie down so she could suck me off while her lover fucked her from behind. I was lying there with Vonda's mouth bobbing up and down on my dick and I was looking at the face of the guy fucking her and I saw pity in his eyes. His facial expression said clear as day, "You poor spineless sappy bastard" as he pounded his cock into my wife.

When he finally came and pulled out of her she took her mouth off my cock and said "We can save that for later baby" and she kissed the head of my dick and then got up. She turned to face the guy and said, "Thanks lover, I needed that" and she went to kiss him, but he turned his face away. He didn't want to kiss Vonda after she'd had my dick in her mouth and he thought I was a wimp. Vonda walked him to the door and then hurried back into the bedroom and started grabbing up her clothes, "Hurry up baby, get your pants on."

She looked at her watch and said, "If we hurry we got just enough time to make it."

Again I just followed orders with no idea what was going on and as we were going down the stairs to the parking lot she said that since she knew where we were going and we were pressed for time she would drive. Ten minutes later we pulled up in front of a rather dilapidated building with a hand painted sign in the window that said Vinnie's House of Body Art. I watched as Vonda got out of the car and ran into the building and then, like a zombie, I got out of the car and followed her. Just as I got to the door a biker looking type put a hand on my chest and said, "Sorry pal, we are closing."

I heard Vonda yell, "Let him in Vinnie, that's my husband."

Vinnie looked me up and down and I saw a smirk on his face as he stepped aside to let me in. Vonda was lying on a cloth-covered table, naked from the waist down, and another biker looking guy was standing next to her with a tray of things. "Have a seat baby" and then to the guy standing there "Another star Billy and put a circle around it."

The tattoo didn't take all that long; what took the time was Billy and Vinnie fucking her. First Vinnie fucked her while she sucked Billy's cock and when Vinnie came they switched. By the time Billy came she had Vinnie's cock hard again and that time he fucked her in the ass. He came and Billy took his place up Vonda's butt while Vinnie came over to me.

"Glad to see how it's done pal? Come back any time, we don't charge for lessons."

That was the wrong thing for Vinnie to say. I'd had enough! The pity in the first guy's eyes, the look that said I was spineless, Vinnie's smirk when I came in the door and now the taunting. What ever fog that I had been in suddenly lifted. Vinnie had a goatee and my hand shot up and grabbed it and I jerked his head down onto my knee. My knee caught him right under the chin and Vinnie went down like a bag of rocks. I stood up and kicked him in the ribs as hard as I could and as he lay on the floor looking groggily up at me I said, "You got any more smart mouth shit you want to lay on me asshole?"

By then Vonda had pulled away from Billy, leaving him there with his cock waving in the breeze, and had run over to us, "Baby have you lost your mind? Help him up, go ahead, give him a hand."

I shrugged and reached a hand down and he took it and I helped him up. He looked at me, rubbed his jaw and said, "Sorry man, I didn't understand."

He didn't understand? And he thought I did?

Vonda said, "Now you two shake hands. I won't have there being any animosity between you two. Vinnie, you had no reason to talk to him like that and baby, what got into to you? Honestly, if I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous or upset."

Vinnie and I shook hands and Vonda said, "Come on baby, you and I have some unfinished business to take care of at home." As we were walking out the door she turned and said, "Sorry Billy, I'll make it up to you next time."

On the way home Vonda said, "You had no reason to do that to Vinnie."

I wanted to scream "I had every god damned reason in the world! I just found out my wife is fucking anything that moves, is keeping score on her body and I'm supposed to remain calm?" But I didn't say that. What I said was, "Doesn't it bother you that other men think I'm a spineless wimp. That I sit or stand around and watch them fuck you because I'm not man enough to do it myself? That asshole as much as said it to my face and I'm supposed to just sit there and take it?"

"Oh don't be silly. They know you are man enough for me. Vinnie and Billy have known me long enough to know that I would never have married a man who couldn't handle me. You have no call to get upset when other guys look at you and think you're a wimp just because I'm out getting strange cock. You know better! You know I love you and that you own me heart and soul."

She was quiet for a few moments and then said, "Maybe I should work you in on some threesomes and foursomes - give you a little more confidence in yourself. Think you could handle a gangbang? Maybe seven or eight guys? We could do it at our place this Friday. No, for your first one I think we should hold it at five guys, five guys and you. Yes, I think that would be best; six is a nice round number, I can do three of you while the other three rest and catch their breath. Should we have refreshments? How about just beer and pretzels, or maybe chips. No dip though, people are always spilling it and I don't want to have to clean the carpet when they leave. Did I tell you I'm thinking of getting a stud through my tongue? I saw a nice one the other day and it even had matching earrings and a navel ring. Do you think it would be better in silver or gold? Say, I know what you can get me for Christmas. How about a belly button stud with a diamond in it. Wouldn't that be cool?"

I just sat there and shook my head in absolute wonder and amazement and listened as she drove us home.