She needed what he wasn’t giving her.
Enjoy…
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The damnedest thing happened to me a couple of months ago and even after sixty days to think about it I’m still not sure that I understand it. I knowingly ate my wife’s pussy after three other guys had come in her several times. I’ve done it several times since then and believe it or not I like it.
Becky and I have been together now for a little over fourteen years. She was a great cook and housekeeper and a fantastic mother to our kids, but she wasn’t all that great a wife to me. It hadn’t always been that way; when we were first married and for the next eight years she was all that any man could ask for, hope for and wish for and then something happened and Becky changed. The day we married she was five feet tall, one hundred pounds, long brown wavy hair that hung down to the middle of her back and a chest that measured 38D. We had no problems for the first two years of our marriage, other than my having to beat guys off with a stick anytime we went somewhere. About six years ago she seemed to go into to a period of mood swings and things got a bit rocky for us for a while. I was pretty sure, but not positive, that she had a couple of affairs during that time, but after a couple of year’s things got back to normal.
Things were fine for the next couple of years and then two, maybe two and a half years ago, Becky changed again and this time it wasn’t good at all. She stopped taking care of her self and in about nine months she went from one hundred and five pounds to one hundred and eighty-five pounds and then she made things worse buy cutting off her beautiful long hair. There is nothing that can make an over weight woman look even more over weight than short hair. In less than a year she had gone from a sexpot to a fat slob and then the inevitable happened – I totally lost interest in her. She was as sexually unappealing to me as a woman can get and I began to avoid situations that would take us into the bedroom together. I would stay up and watch late night TV until I knew she was asleep, I worked longer hours than I had to, I even took up bowling and joined a couple of leagues just to get out of the house.
When she would make overtures I would be the one to claim a headache, a backache or some other excuse; if I could have gotten away with it I would have even used the “it’s my time of the month” excuse. One thing I did not do was ‘take my love to town’. I loved Becky and when I said I do and took my vows I meant every word I said so I did my best to keep our home stable even if sex was no longer part of the equation. Eventually Becky stopped making sexual overtures and life settled into a dull boring routine.
Four weeks ago my Thursday night league ended and my team finished in second place. We thought we were pretty decent so we signed up for a couple of local tournaments and it was while attending one of these tournaments that my life got turned around. The tournament was being held at Meadowlark Lanes on the other side of town from where I lived and on the other side of the street, opposite the bowling alley, was a bar call Emily’s. It was a notorious pick-up joint and the guys talked about going over there after we bowled. By the time our match was over none of us was in the mood to party -we lost, not just lost, but lost miserably. The rest of the guys headed on home, but I didn’t really want to hurry home so I thought that I’d go over to Emily’s and have a couple of beers and give Becky time to get in bed and fall asleep. I left my car in the bowling alley parking lot and walked across the street to the bar. There was a sign on the front door that said ‘Please use side door’ so I headed that way. The side door opened onto the parking lot and as I walked through the lot I though that one of the cars I saw looked familiar. A closer look showed that it was indeed familiar – it was Becky’s. What was Becky doing on this side of town? The answer was obvious, even to me; whatever it was that she was doing she didn’t want to be seen doing on our side of town.
I debated going in, but with my luck she would be sitting at the table just inside the door and see me before my eyes could adjust to the light and maybe be able to cover up what she was doing. No, I decided to move my car to where I could watch hers and wait and see what happened. I didn’t figure that she would be in there long because whatever was going on she was using my nights out to bowl to cover it. She didn’t know that the league was over and that I would be home earlier that usual. Whatever was going on, she would be coming out with in the next hour if she intended to beat me home. I didn’t have long to wait.
I’d only been in position five minutes when she came out of the bar with some biker looking dude and the two of them walked past Becky’s car to an old beat up Chevy in the back row. They got in and in less that sixty seconds I saw the guy push her down on the seat, her legs come up and the guy move between them. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. The guy didn’t have much staying power and in less than five minutes he was out of the Chevy and headed back to the bar, but Becky didn’t follow. The reason became apparent about two minutes later when another guy came out of the bar and headed for the Chevy. He got inside and the legs came up again. This guy managed to stay a good ten minutes before he got out and went back to the bar. Still Becky stayed in the car and a third guy came out and again the legs came up. I sat in my car and watched as the three men kept making repeat trips out to the car. A couple of times two of them came out together and one would go to the passenger door and open it up and lean inside. There was no doubt in my mind that at those times Becky was taking it at both ends. Altogether I counted fourteen times that she had someone between her legs which I figured meant that she had been come in fourteen times, not counting what she may have taken down her throat. Suddenly it was over and Becky got in her car, but one of the guys stopped her as she was getting ready to pull out and that gave me the head start that I needed to get home first.
I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she came in. She was surprised to see me sitting there and I guessed that she had expected to be home when I got there. “You’re home pretty early,” she said.
I shrugged, “We got beat pretty bad so the guys all left and went home instead of sticking around for a few beers. I on the other hand felt the need for a couple so I headed for a bar just across the street from the bowling alley, a place called Emily’s, know it?”
Becky’s face turned pale and then I saw something in her eyes, a mixture of resignation and ‘so what’.
“I know it. I go there a lot.” She looked me right in the eye and said, “I go there to get what I don’t get at home anymore. If you have a problem with that you should remember the old saying, ‘use it or lose it’.”
I just looked at her and said, “It sure got used a lot tonight. Fourteen times by my count and that was just after I got there. I’ve got no idea how many times it got used before that.”