What I Came Home To

It had been a bad day all around. The car had a dead battery when I left the house to go to work. I got a ration of shit from my foreman for being late to work and thirty minutes before quitting time I cut my arm so bad that I had to have four stitches. I got home to find my wife not there and my dinner not ready which I admit is no big thing in the great scheme of life, but it was my bowling night and for the last six years the pattern was I came home to a ready dinner, grabbed my bowling shirt and split for the bowling alley getting there just in time for the start of the early league. Ten minutes after I got home Shelly came in with an arm full of packages from the stores at the mall. Normally I am a calm, quiet guy and I tend to think before I speak, but it had been a bad day and dinner not waiting and Shelly shopping was just too much.

"Damn it Shelly, I told you that we needed to watch the budget. What the hell are you doing out spending money instead of being here fixing dinner. You know it is my bowling night."

It was stupid of me and I knew it before the words were completely out of my mouth. Shelly's response was as predictable as was my response to her response. Voices got louder and the conversation, if it could be called that, got more and more heated. By the time I grabbed my bowling ball and slammed the front door behind me the temperature in the house was below freezing.

The drive to the bowling alley gave me time to realize that I had let the happenings of the day put me in a foul mood and I'd let that foul mood rob me of my common sense. I'd had no good reason to jump Shelly the way I had and over something stupid like my dinner not being ready at that. Now I was going to have to crawl on my knees to try and fix my fuck up.

The God's must have decided that I needed some cheering up and so they smiled down on me. I carry a 173 average and rarely does a week go by that I don't have a game in the high 190s or low 200s, but that night I found my grove. My first game was a 256 and I followed it with a 237 in the second game, but it was the third game that made my night. The tension mounted as I threw strike after strike after strike. I had seven in a row and my palms were sweaty as I contemplated my first ever 300 game. In the eighth frame I knew as soon as I released the ball that I was fucked. I had hit one board to the left of my spot and as I stood there and watched I thought oh well, maybe next time. But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies went down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was another strike off of a poorly thrown ball and I just knew it was my destiny to roll that 300. Bowling out in the tenth I threw two more strikes and suddenly the sweaty palms were back and no amount of playing with the rosin bag would dry them. I eyed my spot, looked down the alley, took a deep breath and went. The approach was perfect, the release a thing of beauty and then I stood there and watched as the ball made its way down the alley. It was absolutely and without a doubt the most perfect ball I had ever rolled. It tracked down my grove, came straight in at the pocket and then the crack of the hit and pins flying everywhere and when all the action was done I stood there and stared. The fucking ten pin was still standing. The most perfect ball I'd ever thrown and it left a fucking ten pin. For an instant I was one highly pissed individual and then I remembered that Brooklyn hit from the eighth and shrugged. It all evens out. Besides, a 792 series isn't anything to sneeze at and as a consolation I took all four jackpots that night. The team retired to the bar and we celebrated for a couple of hours.

I was in a great mood on the drive home and I knew just what to do to start working my way back into Shelly's good graces. She was usually asleep when I got home, but that night I was going to wake her up. I would do it by doing what Shelly loved the most -- I would eat her pussy. The house was dark when I got there. I put my bowling ball in the hall closet and quietly entered the dark bedroom. I heard Shelly's even breathing and it indicated that she was sound asleep. I undressed and pulled the sheet off her and then slowly worked her underpants down. She must have been really pissed at me; she always sleeps naked and never wears panties to bed unless she plans on denying me sex. I grinned, let's see her try to deny me when she wakes up with my tongue in her box.

I eased her legs apart and moved in to position. Her pussy smelled a little different that night and I couldn't quite place my finger on why I thought that. She was wet, very wet, when my tongue probed the folds of her pussy and she moaned and her pussy seemed to rise up to meet me. I wanted to be firmly in control when she woke up so I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her to me and then I got busy eating pussy. I heard a couple of grunts, a snort and then, "Wha..., oh, oh, oh" and hands grabbed my head and held me in place. At that exact instant that the hands grabbed my head I realized why her cunt smelled different and why she was so wet. I had just tasted the wetness and I knew what it was! She had been very recently fucked and I was licking up another man's cum!

It is hard to try and explain the thoughts that roar through your head at a time like that. The emotion is anger and rage, but the thoughts are a jumbled mess and they all run together. In no particular order they were:

-The bitch had been so mad at me that she had gone out and let another man fuck her. Then she had come home and gone to bed with her panties on to tell me that I wasn't going to be getting any pussy for a while.

- Had she done this before? I'd never know because the "no panties, no sex" was a given after we'd had an argument.

- Did she get mad and just go out and get laid, or did she have a regular lover?

- She hadn't showered when she got home. Was she getting some perverse kick out of lying next to me in bed with another man's cum soaking her insides?

- Did I really know what she did on the nights that I bowled?

- She had cum in her. Did she have unprotected sex every time she fucked another guy? Was that another kick of hers -- to let me possibly raise some other guy's kid?

- Just how fresh was the stuff? How long had she been home, or had she even gone out? Had she fucked him here in our own bed?

Was it a white man's cum? She'd told me once about s fling she'd had in college with a black basketball player. Was there any truth to the "once you go black you'll always go back?"

All of that shit bounced around in my head in the time it took Shelly to go from, "Wha..." to "oh, oh, oh." The natural reaction probably would have been for me to leap out of the bed, turn on the light and scream, "You fucking whore! Who was it?"

But I had a hard on and I was ready to fuck and since this might be my last time until after the divorce and I could find someone else I decided to make the best of it. Don't get me wrong here, I didn't have a hard cock over the fact that I was sucking up another man's leavings; my cock had been hard since I started home from the bowling alley thinking about how I was going to make up with Shelly. Besides, I'd never had sloppy seconds before, at least not that I knew of, and I was just a little curious.

I redoubled my efforts on Shelly's unfaithful cunt. Give her something to remember me by. She was writhing and humping her pussy at my mouth as I licked and sucked away at her. Her grunts and "oh, ohs" were all I was getting out of her which was strange because Shelly was usually very vocal. Was she feeling guilty knowing that I was sucking up her lover's sauce?

My cock was throbbing and I was ready to fuck, but I always made sure that I got Shelly off when I ate her and not to do it this time might have made her suspicious and I didn't want that. I was going to leave her unfaithful ass, but not until I had all my ducks in a row. I latched onto her clit and sucked hard at it while shoving a finger up Shelly's ass and she screamed and had her orgasm. She wasn't down from her high yet when I climbed on and shoved my cock into her. It slid right in her already well lube hole and I held myself still for a second or two to feel the sensation of another man's cum around my cock and then I began to fuck her.

I slammed into the bitch as hard as I could and with each stroke she emitted a loud grunt and then her legs locked around me, her nails bit into my ass and she screamed out, "Oh God yes, oh sweet fucking Jesus yes!" as she had another orgasm. It didn't register on me until my cum was already boiling up out of my balls that Shelly had screamed out those words. Shelly had always been loudly vocal during the act, but only noises, never words. Was the cunt so turned on by the fact she was fucking me with her lover's cum still inside her that she was changing her personality?

I drained into her and then went to get up, but she grabbed me and pulled me back down. The whore wanted me to eat her again. Well, what the fuck, it wasn't going to happen again very often since I figured to be moved out in less that a week so down I went. I licked and slurped and sucked as Shelly pushed her cunt up at me and dug her fingers in my hair and clutched me to her. I attacked her pussy. I'd give her an orgasm that she would never forget -- one she could think of on the nights that I'd no longer be around. She had once told me that she could never get any of her boyfriends to go down on her and that for her to have found me and that I loved to do it was a gift from the gods. With any kind of luck (from my point of view) she would never find anyone else who would do it for her, let alone do it and love doing it. The fucking slut could play with herself and suffer as she remembered what she'd had in me. My jaw was getting sore and I knew it was time for me to stop and I sent my finger on it's way to Shelly's asshole, but before it could get there she had another orgasm. I waited until her breathing steadied and then I started to raise myself up and she said, "Sweet fucking Jesus. I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

I was on my knees looking down on the dark form lying on the bed. My mind was in turmoil and I didn't know what to do. The voice wasn't Shelly's! The woman in my bed wasn't my wife.

I stumbled off the bed and turned on the light. Lying on the bed and looking at me with a bemused smile on her face was Marlene, my best friend's wife.

"No wonder Shelly is always walking around with a big smile on her face. That was something baby; that was mind blowing."

"What are you doing here? Why are you in our bed?"

"Strictly an accident lover. A happy accident, at least for me, but an accident none the less. I must have gotten mixed up when I went to the bathroom and ended up in the wrong bed."

"But why are you here?"

"Shelly's mom had an accident and Shelly had to pick her up and take her to the hospital emergency room. She tried reaching you at the bowling alley, but for some reason couldn't. She called Doug to see if he would run over and let you know, but he had the carb off his truck and he needed to get it fixed for work tomorrow so I volunteered to come over here and wait for you to get home. I got sleepy and I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom. I got up to go to the bathroom and must have gotten turned around and so here we are. Could you tell that Doug and I made love just before I came over here?"

I nodded a yes.

"The first time? You knew then?"

Again I nodded a yes.

"Doug has never eaten my pussy. I don't know what turned me on the most, getting my pussy eaten or knowing that you were eating me while I was full of Doug's sperm. It was wild lover and I've never felt like that before in my life. We have to do it again."

"Don't be silly Marlene, you are my best friends wife."

"You have already fucked your best friends wife and done a marvelous job of it I might add, and you have also eaten her to two tremendous orgasms so it shouldn't be a problem to do it again."

"It was an accident Marlene, it never should have happened."

"But it did happen lover and I want it to happen again."

"No Marlene, no way."

"Yes lover, way, and you know why? Because if you don't I'll tell Doug and Shelly that you came home all liquored up and raped me. I'll call the cops and tell them the same thing. They will haul you off and then take me to the hospital and get a culture from my vagina and guess whose DNA they will find? Look on the bright side lover, Doug tells me that I'm the hottest piece of ass he's ever found and you can have all of it you can handle. So, until I can find some way to get Doug to eat my pussy you get to do the honors. It won't be one way lover. To return the favor I'll fuck you blind. Now come on over here lover and make me scream again."

I shook my head no and was backing away from the bed when the phone rang. I picked up the bedside phone and found that it was Shelly calling from the hospital. I was talking to Shelly and not paying any attention to Marlene so it came as a complete surprise when I felt her mouth close around my cock. I tried to pull away, but Marlene had a death grip on my ass with both of her hands and she wasn't letting me go anywhere. There was a slight pause in the conversation on my end as I struggled to get away from Marlene and Shelly said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing baby, I almost dropped the phone."

"Did Marlene tell you what is going on?"

"Yes. How is your mother?"

"She fell and hit her head. She is suffering from a mild concussion and they don't want to release her for a bit. I'll be here at least two or three more hours. I'll see you in the morning. I love you, bye baby."

By the time I put the phone down Marlene had my cock as hard as a bar of iron and all of my blood was in the head of my dick and there was none left in the big head to keep my brain on the right track. I pushed Marlene back on the bed and mounted her and as my cock slid into her cunt I said, "You want it. You got it. Shelly won't be home for at lest two hours so I'm going to do my best to send you home bow-legged."

"Just one more time lover and then I have to be going."

"Bullshit Marlene. You want to blackmail me for sex; sex is what you are going to get. What you tell Doug when you get home is your problem, but you aren't leaving this bed for another two hours."

She giggled, "Not even to go home and get another load from Doug so you can suck it out of me?"

"Tomorrow" I snarled as I began to pound into her cunt, "We can do that tomorrow."