“Baby, you are a good looking guy and I enjoy fucking you and I absolutely love the way you eat my pussy, but did you ever ask yourself why, after knowing you all these years, I suddenly came after you? Remember that first night when you were worried about George coming out and finding us and I told you not to worry, that I knew where he was and what he would be doing for the next hour? Well, what George was doing was fucking your wife. My job was to seduce you and keep you occupied while George hustled Jenny out into the back seat of your car. By the time I was kneeling in front of you and pulling your zipper down George was balls deep in Jenny and he has been fucking her ever since and usually while I’m busy keeping you busy.”
“He’s fucking her right now?”
“Yes.”
“And the only reason you are with me is to keep me occupied?”
“No baby, it was the only reason for the first time, but after you gave me an orgasm by eating my pussy I began to look forward to our little get togethers.”
“But why? Why would you do a thing like that?”
“To get some relief from George.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Do you know what a Satyr is? A Satyr is a man with excessive and uncontrollable sexual urges – that’s George! He has a perpetual hard on and constantly wants to fuck. He may sound like a dream come true for a woman and to some extent I suppose he is, but try to imagine being a woman and having your pussy pounded five and six hours a day every day of the week. You get so sore that you scream whenever something even barely touches your pussy – you can’t even wear underwear and you can barely walk without pain. Add to that the fact that George’s cock is a little larger than average and sex can turn from pleasure into a living hell real quick. I love George baby, I love him to death and I can’t imagine living without him, but sex with him was killing me and I finally had to cut him off. I set up a schedule and told him he had to stick to it or I was leaving, but deliberately putting sex on a schedule takes all the love, fun and excitement out of things and it almost killed our marriage. The only solution was to let George use up his excess energy on other women. To insure that he got what he needed I had to help so I decoy the husband or boyfriend to get them out of the way.”
I sat there looking at her and not knowing what to say and after a long silence Myra asked, “Do you love Jenny?”
Even though I was angry with her for cheating on me the answer came surprisingly easy, “Yes. Yes I do.”
“Then don’t sweat it. Just look at this as a brief rest stop on the road to old age. Has Jenny been any less loving or affectionate lately?”
“No. In fact, as far as sex is concerned she seems to want more that she used to.”
“Then look on it as if it were a gift from the gods. You could say that George is revitalizing your marriage for you. It won’t last long baby, maybe another month or two, and Jenny will break it off with him. The novelty of his big cock and constant erection will wear off just as it did for me and all of the others he’s had and things will get back to normal. Until then she’s having fun, you’re having fun – or least I hope you are, I would be crushed to find out that you aren’t – and your home life isn’t suffering at all. So let it be baby, just let it be. Come on baby, Myra needs her pussy munched on.”
Myra was wrong. It has been over a year now and Jenny is still fucking George every chance she gets and then she comes home and try’s to destroy me. Given all that she gets from George and then from me I’m beginning to wonder if she isn’t the female version of a Satyr. She hurries home to me all wet and slushy, tells me how hot and wet she has gotten from thinking about me and what we are going to do when she gets home. She always wants me to eat her before I fuck her and I don’t suppose I’ll ever figure that one out. Why would someone who loves me deliberately feed me her lover’s juices? I really think she means it, the part about how hot she gets thinking about me waiting at home for her, and she is as loving now as she was when we got married. If Myra is telling the truth, and I believe she is, George is just a fuck machine with a large cock. He puts it in, goes forever, cums and is ready to go again. In short, he is a great fuck. Then Jenny hurries home to be made love to, to be hugged, kissed and cuddled – she has the best of both worlds.
I’m still seeing Myra as often as Jenny is seeing George. She hasn’t told George that I know what is going on and I’m not sure why. I think it may be because if she did George would drop Jenny and then turn to Myra for satisfaction until he could make a new conquest.
“I’m crazy about him baby, but three times a week with him is all I can take.”
Of course there is always the possibility that she doesn’t want to have to give up the thing that she likes most about me. I just hung up the phone.
“George just left to meet Jenny baby. He fucked me a couple of times before he left and my pussy is full of cum. Could you bring your magic mouth over here and help little Myra out? Please baby, please?”