She ground her pussy down on my face as she harshly said, “That’s it asshole, suck him out of me. Lick every drop of his cum out of me and you had best not miss one speck of it if you ever want me to fuck you again. You do want to fuck me again, don’t you? Of course you do so eat my pussy baby, clean me out.”
Twenty minutes later she came out of the shower to find me sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. “Why? Why did you do it, why did you do that to me? Didn’t you even care about what it would do to our marriage?”
“To answer your questions in order sweetie, one, I did it because you called me a bimbo and that is what bimbos do. Two, I did it to you because I could, and three, I knew that it wouldn’t do anything to our marriage. You love me and you won’t do a fucking thing that might piss me off and make me leave. And four, even though you haven’t asked, yes I do plan on doing it again – lots – and you will suck my lover’s juices out of me each and every time if you want to keep me as your wife. Now, I have washed my lover’s smell off me, do you want to fuck me or not?”
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Well, she was right about a couple of things, but I wasn’t so sure about some others. I had called her a stupid bimbo, I did love her and one time I had told her that I loved her so much that there wasn’t anything that she could do that would drive me away, but then what she had just done wasn’t something that I ever imagined that she would do. Calling Chrissi a stupid bimbo wasn’t exactly a good move on my part and I should have known better. Chrissi was a fiery redhead with a temper to match and I knew that she would react to what I’d called her, but I had never considered that she would do something so overwhelmingly stupid to get back at me.
The whole thing had started because I very stupidly did not shit can the invitation that came informing us of the time and date of Chrissi’s ten-year class reunion. I had been smart enough to pitch mine the previous year and only God knows why I left hers out where she could find it. Once she had it in her hand there was nothing that was going to stop her from going and I really, really didn’t want to do that.
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Chrissi had been one year behind me in high school and while I knew who she was I didn’t know her. I would have loved to know her, but we didn’t travel in the same circles and an opportunity to meet her never arose. I watched her move from boy to boy like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower and several times I overheard locker room conversations about what great head she gave and about how hot her pussy was. I heard rumors of how hot she was and how much fun you could have with her on the back seat of your car, but I had no way of knowing whether it was the truth or just wishful thinking on the part of the guys. Three months before I graduated she started going steady with John Markham. Six weeks later I heard him bragging about how he had popped her cherry (which indicated that the rumors were false or that John was a liar) and a week after that they got into a fought and broke up. Chrissi went back to being a butterfly and the rumors started up again. I graduated and headed off to college.
The beginning of my second year I was in the campus bookstore buying books when I saw Chrissi and John walking down the aisle holding hands. We passed each other and there were nods of recognition and we moved on. After that I saw her everywhere, sometimes with John and sometimes alone and she always waved or nodded when she saw me. One night I was in Augustinos, a pizza place just off campus, when she and John came in. They had been there for maybe twenty minutes when they got into a loud argument and John got up and stormed out of the place leaving Chrissi sitting alone at the table. She kept watching the door, but when he hadn’t returned after ten minutes she started looking around the place and saw me. For the next five minutes or so she kept glancing over at me and finally she got up and walked over to the booth where I was sitting.
“Hi.”
“Good evening.”
“Can I sit down with you?”
“Be my guest.”
She sat down and said, “We’ve never met” and she stuck out her hand, “I’m Chrissi” and I took her hand and shook it and said, “I know, I’m Tim.”
She silently eyed me for a moment or two and then she said, “Look, this is awkward as hell for me, but I have a problem and you are the only face in here that I recognize. My date just walked out on me leaving me stuck with the tab and no way home. I have enough money on me to either pay the tab or take a cab home, but not enough to do both.”
I smiled at her, “I’ve always wanted to be the knight in shining armor riding to the rescue of the fair damsel. How would you like to be saved? I can pay the tab so you can call a cab or you can pay the tab and I’ll give you a ride home.”
“You would do that for me? You’re sweet. How about I pay the tab and you give me a ride home. That way I can thank my knight in shining armor properly.”
The ride to her place was full of conversation about high school, who we had as mutual friends and other things like that. I walked her to her door and she turned to face me, “Thank you for rescuing me” and then she leaned forward and kissed me and I felt it all the way down to my toes. She stepped back, handed me a piece of paper and said, “Call me” and then she turned and went inside.
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This took place during midterms and I was super busy cramming for exams and pulling all-nighters and I never did get around to calling Chrissi. A week went by and then one day as I was having lunch in the Student Union Chrissi came in, saw me, and came over and sat down. I said hi and she just looked at me for a second.
“I’m not used to kissing a guy goodnight, asking him to call and then not having him do it.”
“I make no excuses my lady. I had reasons, but I offer no excuses.”
“Reasons? What kind of reasons?”
“I was in the middle of midterms and got caught up cramming and pulling all-nighters. Also, you and John are a couple and I never mess around with another man’s woman.”
“Okay, I’ll buy the need to study, but if you look real close at my fingers you won’t see any rings. I am not and I never will be another man’s woman until I walk down the aisle and say “I do.” Also regarding John, that asshole is history. You have my number” and she got up and left.
I called Chrissi the next day, we dated, started going steady, got engaged and were married three months after graduation. Our six-year marriage had been a good one although there were a few rough spots that only I knew about and I managed to work through them without letting Chrissi know. They were mostly things caused by the fact that I am basically insecure. Even though I am married to Chrissi I had never been able to convince myself that I deserved her. I always had the thought in the back of my head that she took me because she couldn’t get what she really wanted.
Chrissi was a fun loving girl and she attracted attention wherever we went. At parties she was always being asked to dance by other guys and she would badger me until I gave in and said yes. I’ve seen her get felt up on the dance floor, I’ve watched men slip her pieces of paper with their phone numbers on them and I saw her suck up the attention like a sponge. I never saw her push away a hand that slipped down to her ass or that found its way to one of her breasts and I never saw her fight off an attempt to get her in a dark corner where some kisses and some grab ass could take place. When it happened it ate at me like an ulcer.
But I never called her on her behavior because she always told me about it. On the ride home from where ever it was where we had been she would say, “Guess what Tom tried to do tonight” or maybe, “Harry is a pretty good kisser. He got me in a corner tonight and worked me over pretty good. I might even have a bruise on my left boob. He got me hotter than hell baby, you need to hurry up and gets us home. Speed if you have to lover, I need it bad. Get me home and fuck me.” I don’t think that she ever ran around on me behind my back, but I don’t know for sure that she didn’t. Many were the times when I thought she just might have.
So there we were, Mr. Insecurity and Mrs. Good Time Girl, going back to her old stomping grounds. Going back to where she would be with all of her classmates and in particular, those classmates who, whether true or not, had talked about all the marvelous blow jobs and back seat sex that they had had with Chrissi. I could have come up with an excuse that would have kept me home, but Chrissi still would have gone. I had to weigh it in my mind – would it be better to go and be a presence, a wet blanket as it were, or stay home and let my imagination drive me crazy. In the end I realized that I had to go, but the bottom line was that I did not want to go, I really, really did not want to go.
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It was every bit as bad as I had feared. All of Chrissi’s ex-boyfriends flocked to her like bees to honey and every one of them wanted to dance with her. I got maybe one dance out of five and was able to break things up a bit, but Chrissi was still Chrissi and her behavior on the dance floor at the reunion was even more outrageous than it had been at home.
During one of our dances Chrissi said, “I hope you have been taking your vitamins lover, because I’m going to destroy you when we get to bed tonight. I’m horny as a goat right now and the nights just getting started. The only thing that hasn’t happened out there on the dance floor is that I haven’t been finger fucked.”
And then it got worse, at least for me. Two hours into the evening John showed up at the affair. I saw him come in the door and he stopped and looked around the room for a minute and then he spotted Chrissi on the dance floor. He walked out onto the floor and tapped Chrissi’s partner on the shoulder and cut in. They finished the dance and then Chrissi led him back to our table.
“Look who I found. I asked him to join us.”
From that point on, except for the occasional dance with me, John was the only one that Chrissi danced with. When they danced John had his hands all over her and Chrissi didn’t protest even once. I had gotten up and gone to use the bathroom and when I came back into the ballroom I didn’t see Chrissi at our table or out on the dance floor. I scanned the room and spotted her over in a dark corner with John. There were exchanging a long, slow, lingering kiss and John had his hand down the front of Chrissi’s skirt. She was standing just a bit spread-legged and I knew without seeing that he had his fingers either on or in her pussy. I was torn. Should I break things up and create a scene that would imprint this reunion on minds of everyone there or go sit at our table and sulk. I finally decided that ruining the reunion for everyone else was not something that I should do so I went and sat down at our table.
Several minutes later Chrissi and John came back to the table and John excused himself to go to the bathroom. Chrissi took a sip of her drink and looked at me.
“What’s the matter sweetie, you look upset.”
“Me? Upset? Why should I be upset? Just because I see my wife in a dark corner kissing a guy while he finger fucks her? No, that couldn’t be it, could it. Maybe it is something else. Like maybe the way everyone in this place is looking at me with pity in their eyes while my wife acts like a stupid bimbo with all her ex-boyfriends.”
Chrissi had been in the process of raising her drink to take a sip when I said that and the glass came down and slammed on the table.
“So I’m a bimbo am I? A stupid bimbo?”
Just then John came back and Chrissi stood up and took his arm, “Come on John. We need to find a dark corner and get back to what we were doing” and she led him off. I watched them go and then I finished my drink, got up, and went back to our hotel.
I hit the hotel bar and sat there drinking until last call and then I went up to our room. Chrissi wasn’t there, but then I hadn’t really expected her to be. I put myself to bed and tried to fall asleep, but the image of Chrissi standing there with her legs slightly spread while John had his hand down her skirt just would not go away. I tossed and turned for a good hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
I didn’t hear her come in. The first I knew that she was there was when she settled on top of me. I came awake to see Chrissi straddling my chest and looking down at me.
“Wakey wakey hubby dear. Your stupid bimbo is home and she is bearing gifts for you.”
She slid forward until her pussy was just above my mouth and she said, “Look at all the good, creamy white stuff I brought you. Its protein baby and protein is good for you” and she jammed her cunt down on my face. Her legs had my arms pinned to the bed and I thrashed and bucked, but I couldn’t shake her off. Her cunt was covering my nose and mouthed and I opened my mouth to try and get some air and goop ran out of her cunt and into my mouth. I had to swallow or choke and ask I gulped the first batch down another glob ran in. Chrissi shifted position and that freed up my nose to breathe as she ground her pussy down on my face and harshly said, “That’s it asshole, suck him out of me.”
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I looked at her like she was an escapee from a mental institution and said, “What?”
“I said that I’ve washed his smell off me and I asked if you wanted to fuck me or not.”
“You can’t be serious. You can’t do what you have done and expect me to do anything but end our relationship. Just leave me alone Chrissi, just stay the fuck away from me. I’ll try to be civil to you until we get home and I can find me an apartment, but until then, just stay away from me.”
Chrissi’s face turned pale and then she said, “You really think that I would do that to you?”
“Obviously you did do that to me.”
“No I did not! I could never do that to you and you should know it.”
“Well I don’t know it Chrissi and what’s more, I have never known it. I had always hoped that it was just touchy feely fun and that you never called any of those phone numbers or took calls from the men who gave them to you, but I never knew for sure. But tonight tore it Chrissi. I saw you standing there with your legs spread and letting John finger fuck you and that tore it. That and the absolute contempt that you showed that you had for me when you got up and went back to what you were doing. Every eye in that place was on me when I got up and left and all I saw was pity and looks that called me a wimp for putting up with your behavior.”
“I always told you about what happened, I never hid anything from you and I would have told you about tonight. Yes, I did let John get away with a few liberties tonight and I did it on purpose. I led him on so he would think he was going to get some. I hold grudges baby and I owed that bastard for some of the things that he did to me. I led him on until he had a case of blue balls and then I walked away from him. As far as the pity and contempt is concerned, that’s all in your head. You know I love you baby, you have to know it.”
“Yeah Chrissi, that’s why you didn’t get in until five-thirty and why your cunt was soaking wet. And the way you treated me when you got here didn’t seem much like love to me.”
“What did you expect me to do? You called me a stupid bimbo and then you walked off and left me there. You know me lover and you had to know that there would be payback. I didn’t get in till five-thirty because when the band quit I joined some other people and we went out for breakfast and then we talked and caught up on all the gossip.”
She walked over to the dresser and got her purse, “as far as the wetness goes it came out of here” and she tossed me a small bottle. It was filled with a milky white liquid and the label said, “Enhance Plus”, and underneath it said, “A personal silicone lubricant.”
“We passed a 24 hour adult bookstore on the way to breakfast and I stopped and got that stuff and squirted some in my pussy just before I came into the room. Now let’s just stop all this foolishness and get in bed. Getting John all hot and bothered got me all hot and bothered and I need you to take care of me baby. I need it bad, so hurry baby, please?”
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Chrissi was taking another shower following our rather strenuous workout on the bed and I was busy packing. I was almost done when I noticed the bottle of “Enhance Plus” sitting on the dresser. I picked it up to put in Chrissi’s suitcase and I noticed something. The bottle was almost full – no more than a quarter inch missing. I know how much I swallowed the night before and it was a damned sight more that a quarter of an inch of stuff out of an eight ounce bottle. Hell, the first gulp alone was more than what was missing from the bottle. I unscrewed the top and put some on my finger and licked it. There wasn’t any taste to it at all. There had been more of a tang to what I’d tasted, a touch of saltiness. And then I noticed something else. I was standing there holding the open bottle and looking toward the bathroom when Chrissi came out toweling herself off. She saw me standing there with the bottle and I saw something pass over her face, something like, “Oh shit” or “Oh fuck me, he knows.”
I screwed the top back on the bottle and set it down on the dresser.
“I wanted to believe you Chrissi, I really wanted to believe you and you almost got me go for it. It would have worked if you had put this bottle away before I got a chance to take a good look at it. But there isn’t any way that a quarter inch of stuff out of an eight ounce bottle equates to the amount of stuff you pushed down my throat last night. And you should have read the label before trying to pull your stunt on me. I’ve eaten you after I’ve cum in you so I know what sperm tastes like, and what you fed me last night had the salty tang of cum.” I tossed her the bottle, “Read the label Chrissi. Especially the part where it says “clear, taste-free and odorless.”
“Oh come on baby, you’re overreacting. You know that I love you and only you.”
“Do I Chrissi? I don’t think I do. I think you loved having a husband who was a door mat for you. A husband who loved you so much that he turned a blind eye to all of your escapades and believed everything you told him, true or not. Yeah, I know you always told me what you did, but what you told me about was what you knew I saw you doing anyway. All you did was confess to what I already knew about and it’s the stuff that I don’t know about that is eating at me. I don’t believe your story about what happened last night Chrissi. You got fucked by John or one of your other old boyfriends, or maybe several of them, and then you showed me how much you loved me by forcing me to clean you out. Hubby just found his back bone Chrissi, and I’m out of here” and I picked up my bag and walked out of the hotel room.