("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Come Feed Me by MapleValley8 (address withheld) *** A white husband and a black wife catch their spouses doing what they have been doing for months. They decide to keep their own cheating a secret, even though it meant letting her husband continue to fuck his wife. They felt what they gained was worth it. (MF, wife, cheat, military, alcohol, intr) *** I’ve had an on again off again affair with Liz for over ten years. She and husband Joe have been and are still friends with Ellen and I. Joe and I have deployed together on numerous occasions. We’ve literally saved each other’s lives. Joe has covered my ass with Ellen and I’ve done the same for him with Liz. Both of us enjoy fucking military wives. We both know enough about each other to send the other to jail. But that’s the way friends are. It’s rare for guys to have a really good friend. The egos of men are just too damn fragile. I only have two good friends that I would trust with my life, and Joe is one of them. Because Joe and I are friends, it was only natural that our wives became friends too. Though they are different in many ways, they are about the same size – Liz is a 35-C and Ellen is a 36-D. Ellen, at 5’ 7", is about an inch shorter than Liz. Liz, on the other hand, has a wider ass and heavier thighs. Great for sports and even better for someone like me that loves a big ass and luscious thighs. Ellen, especially when she’s been drinking, enjoys a titty-fuck, and she has the breasts for it. Also, when she’s really smashed, will do anal. I’ve often felt that given enough alcohol, she would fuck an entire brigade. Over the years, Liz and I have found that we have more in common with each other than we do with our spouses – even though she is black and I’m white. I say black, but really she’s a more Holly Berry type of maple syrup brown. Trips, vacations, picnics, movies, lots of dinners and card games – we’ve done it all together. And fortunately for Joe and I, Liz and Ellen enjoy each other’s company too. It’s just impossible though to spend that much time with the opposite sex and not eventually succumb to the temptation to make love. That happened to us, but it was not an accident. It was intentional. Cheating was not a concern for us – maybe it should have been – but it wasn’t. Liz is a beautiful woman. I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to fuck me. But there was a major consideration. Would having sex threaten the intimacy our relationship in any way? We were closer than most married couples – openly sharing our feelings – discussing everything from investments to retirement to our sexual preferences to our spouse's weaknesses – something that is a rarity with couples. We are simply soul mates. Oh yes, there was a twinge of guilt that we were being unfaithful to Ellen and Joe, but that changed too – by accident. Liz and I enjoy sports and the outdoors. Joe and Ellen don’t. They like art and music – craft shows and flea markets and garage sales. Those events bore the hell out of Liz and I. So it isn’t unusual for us to be golfing while Joe and Ellen hit the garage sales or something like it. About six months after Liz and I began having sex, I picked her up for one of our Saturday morning golf outings. These usually lasted until mid-afternoon. Our agenda was to golf eighteen holes, hit a motel for several hours, then return home. On this particular morning, I picked up Liz but after golfing nine holes we decided to end the golf game and return home. The plan was to let Joe and Ellen know that we thought it would be a great idea to take a short overnight trip. If there was to be an obstacle, it would be Ellen, so I needed to clear it with her first. Joe would do whatever Liz wanted. Pulling up to the house it seemed odd that Joe’s car was there; it was only about ten o’clock. Entering the house, Ellen and Joe were nowhere to be seen. Thinking they might be sitting out on the patio, we proceeded through the house. But that idea didn’t last long for we heard what were unmistakable sounds coming from the bedroom. It was the unmistakable sound of fucking – flesh against flesh. Then we heard Ellen, "Aaaah! Ah! Aaah! Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" From Ellen’s high-pitched gasping words I knew that Joe was putting it to her dog fashion. I looked at Liz and could tell that she was very upset. I was too, somewhat, but at the moment one of need to keep their cool. I put my finger to my lips to imply ‘be quiet.’ We then walked softly down the hall until we could see their images in a dressing table mirror. They were on the bed with their backs to us – Joe was behind Ellen. He was on his left knee; his right leg was beside her right hip. This gave him better access at her. Ellen’s chest and head were down on the bed. Joe was controlling the action by gripping her by the hips. He was thrusting with everything he had. Ellen was getting a good ole down-home country dog fashion fucking. The strokes weren’t fast but they were hard. Each was so hard it made a slapping sound, and that’s not easy to do fucking dog fashion. We stood there, mesmerized, watching her black husband fuck my white wife. Ellen was in full groan mode now. She was gripping the sheets and holding on for dear life. It was quite a site. I couldn’t help but think how opposite the picture was with Liz and I. Instead of black on white, with us it’s white on black. Liz loves to fuck dog fashion. I could tell that things weren’t going to last much longer for them, so rather than have things explode, threaten two families and some wonderful friendships, I grabbed Liz’s arm and we headed back to the car. We needed to talk. At first Liz and I were both angry. How could they? But of course they weren’t doing anything that Liz and I hadn’t been doing for months. Our conversation centered on what would be the outcome if we confronted them. Probably the end of our friendship. For me, was Joe’s friendship worth loosing, considering all we had been through, just because he fucked my wife? I had to also consider the fact that I was also fucking his wife, and I deeply cared for her. For Liz the issue went much deeper. I believe it does for a woman. Could she remain friendly with Ellen knowing that this would not be the last time they would be together? We spent as much time together as we could discussing all this. Strange as it may seem, during this time we never had sex with each other, but sex with our spouses picked up. This of course is a normal behavior for people that are cheating. If it’s a wife, she wants sex more frequently and the sex is more intense. She usually behaves hotter. For the husband, the behavior is similar. He wants sex more often and usually is more willing to try things new or different. Often a wife is pleasantly surprised at her husband’s willingness to break out of his fuck- rut. But little does she realize that it’s another woman’s pussy that has helped him out of his rut. Instead of complaining though, she ought to send a ‘thank you’ card. Eventually Liz and I decided to say nothing. I love her and don’t want anything to threaten that, even if it means every now and then my wife gives my friend some pussy. It’s not like it has an expiration date on it. It will still be there when I need it. I told this to Liz. After a rather long discussion, she agreed. From her perspective she realized she had already been sharing me. She refused to give up our intimacy. She told me that most women traded pussy thinking they would get intimacy, but never got it. But she already had it and had no plans to give it up. She did plan though to cut Joe way back on his allotment of wife pussy. I didn’t say anything, but figured that only meant he would be fucking Ellen more often, which in turn meant I would be fucking Liz more often. It was turning into a vicious cycle of fucking. Though that all happened nearly ten years ago, we are still friends. Joe and Ellen don’t know that we caught them; we never said a word. Since then Liz and I have had an on and off again love affair. The ‘off times’ have only been because we have been stationed far apart. Now that I’m out of the military, I still make every effort to be with her as much as possible, while at the same time keeping it hidden from Ellen. *** Here is an email from Liz. It is used with her permission. I have cleaned up her punctuation and grammar, and some of her language – when she’s drinking she gets foul-mouthed – but other than that, it’s vintage Liz. *** Hello! I’ve had you on my mind all day today – in fact, several days. When are you coming down? It’s been two months ya know. Things are more hectic here than ever. Joe has twenty in now...I think he’s had enough...he should have got out when you did. He hasn’t decided if we’re going to move back to Chicago or not. Ya know I’m ready. lol Working all these hours really saps the sex drive. I’m ashamed to say that I have been rarely horny these past few weeks. The worst part is, because of my lack of energy I’m starting to prefer masturbation to the real thing. Am I mal-adjusted? Don’t answer that. Using my wand is so much easier. Maybe that’s why I love my wand so much - I don't have to make love to it, and it doesn't mind when I’m the only one that gets off. I mean, making love is great when I have the energy and time, but when I just want an orgasm, the vibrator is the way to go. Wish you were here. I really miss how you just sit and listen while I go on and on. I’m on my fourth glass of wine. I’ll be crying for the nights out. Joe’s not here, call me. All this is wearing on Joe as he’s on vacation and I’m the one working. I’m afraid I’m hurting his feelings when I’d rather rub one out, so I wait till he's asleep before I do the deed. And you thought only you guys were the ones who hid their jerking off from their significant others. Well, this woman does too. But you knew that anyway. Did I ask you when you were coming down? lol I can hear you now, "Why are you hiding it?" Simple – when Joe sees me masturbate, he takes it that I’m ready for sex – if I turn him down, he gets offended – something I don't want to do to him. So I’m caught and end up getting fucked, and that’s not what I wanted. The things I do to keep him happy. I really, really miss you. You promised me we would be together at least once a month. What’s happened? Why can't I just come right out and tell him all I want to do is get off? Of course, he thinking: I’m here - you don't need to jerk off. And I’m thinking: that's why I’m rubbing one out – I want my orgasm without having to suck your dick, because I just don't have the energy and desire right now. But can I really say that? Of course not. Why? Where are you when I need you? So what do I wind up doing? Having sex. I tell him right away that my back is hurting and all I’m gonna do is missionary. Generally, he’s ok with that. It’s just my opinion, but missionary is the lazy girl's way of having sex. You never let me get away with that. But with you, I always wanted more. With you, even during times like tonight, all I have to do is lay down, spread my legs, and you just lick and suck away. It isn’t so much eating as it is dining for you. lol You always know when I don’t have the energy for a long fuck. Why can’t Joe figure that out too? I remember the night when you were kissing and licking your way up my legs. You mentioned the maple syrup color of my thighs – when you finally got to my pussy, you kissed it softly and said it was pure maple sugar. Over time maple sugar became maple valley. Well, tonight maple valley doesn’t need a hard fucking, but she sure could use a gentle tongue bath. I just want to relax, open my legs, lay them up on your back and let you get me off. It’s about my needs tonight. Normally, when I’m energetic, I prefer being on top – but that’s work. Believe it or not, it takes as much effort when a woman’s on top as when a guy is on top. It’s work riding a guy and kegeling his dick for all it's worth. And the thighs get a workout too. Maybe that's why I’m so thin – or used to be – you kept my weight fucked off. I tucker myself out when I’m really into the sex. My way of safely ‘mailing it in’ is by doing missionary. I don't know if other women who do mostly missionary think they're ‘mailing it in’ sex-wise, but compared to the work done in other positions, missionary is definitely a cop-out. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. It’s not that you haven’t heard it from me before. Guess it’s the wine. I’m really down and lonely. I remember you telling me the subtle difference between feeling alone and feeling lonely. Are you going to come down? I promise I’ll fuck you, but first I want you to make love to me. The drawback of being on top is sometimes Joe wants to prolong himself so his orgasm is that much more intense. He thinks that lasting longer will impress me. Well, it doesn't. When my thighs are starting to hurt, I just want him to hurry up and cum. But can I tell him that? Hell no! Imagine if I told him, "hurry up – my thighs are killing me!" But he's having such a good time that he doesn't want to cum yet. Don’t get me wrong, I take that as a compliment, but my thighs feel like they're ready to just give out. So when I do a great job, I really do a great job. Unfortunately, I’m like a cheetah stamina-wise. I can hit the top speed quickly, but I can only sustain it for a short period of time. I can only fuck so fast for so long. My kegeling is like that too – I can do it intensely for a little while, and normally, this gets the job done – Joe cums in no time flat, and my work is done. But oh no – sometimes, he gets ideas and wants my kegeling to last forever. Well, what am I, a machine? I’m not big on marathons you know. So I’ve got a message for you from maple valley... "Don’t touch me...at least not just yet. Let me confess: "I am feeling sensitive. When I’m like this, I put up a tough pretense. I wrap my outer lips around myself like a big thick blanket, keeping myself safe and cozy against the evils of the outside world. I can sense my dark hair standing on end, as if each were being lifted up like a standard. My guard is up – but I’m just being prissy. I just need to warm up. "Oh...ummmm..." I’m starting to awaken – I can feel my thick, maple lips start to swell and blush. Soon, they will throb and pucker as blood pulses throughout. You don’t notice it yet, but I’m beginning to quiver from deep within as my lips curl invitingly outward. They form large, soft, light brown maple petals – lightly frosted with delicate brown curls. I am warm and friendly now, my lips are wide, open on their own, and they bid you welcome. There is no discrimination – I am ready to greet anything that dares venture into my glistening depths. I have oiled the way for your entrance. I’ve made you a succulent sauce to be savored. "I am getting hot now... my clitoris is swelling... very soon it will make its appearance – erect and demanding – standing tall and proud. My inner lips are still relaxed, loose and cottony with a love elixir, yet hungry for light touches. They are like tender desert flowers waiting for the rain so they too may blossom. My inner surfaces glisten with the dew of desire, and my skin color is deepening to a deep maple syrup brown. I am getting humid, very humid and sweaty – aroused! It’s aromatic. Don’t make me wait! "I have changed. I’m a lust driven monster and I crave something to grip, to hold, to caress. My lips are outward and poised – waiting. The inner folds are curling away from my velvety interior. I am bold and brazen now, even brash and I don’t care. I’m open – wide and inviting. Maple Valley is wet and hot to the touch. I tingle and have become needy – very needy. "I need more. I want to consume, to be filled, to encase and clinch. I have been awakened and I’m hungry. I demand that I get what I want – I throb and I pulse. I quiver and I quaver. I am a starving monster, no longer sensitive and shy. "Come feed me." When are you coming down? END Author’s Note: Thank you Liz for always being there for me. A few fucks from Ellen has not been too high a price to pay for what we have. I hope you feel the same. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 34