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(MF, cheating, humor, preg) *** Author Note: Not long ago Just Plain Bob posted “Another Letter to ‘Dear Abby’” from “Seattle Wife Who Needs It” Abby’s reply has fallen into my hands but in order to understand it you really ought to read Bob’s story at http://www.eroticstories.com But... I know my audience, always looking for quick thrills and totally lacking any self control! (Why else are you reading porn?) You’re not going to look for it, are you? No. So... with Bob’s permission, I include some of the highlights of Seattle Wife’s letter, including the comments Abby scribbled in the margins [shown this way] as she was preparing her reply. *** Dear Abby, I am a 44 year old woman and I will have been married to my husband for 25 years this coming Thursday. I love my husband dearly, but I have kept a secret (actually two of them) from him for our entire marriage. [Oh, goody!] My husband and I dated for about three years and we were due to be married. Although we did make love it wasn't a regular thing. I had waited until he proposed before I gave up my virginity, but he worked out of town a lot and we both still lived with our parents so there wasn't a lot of opportunity. I think that all total that we had made love maybe eight times over a five month period. [Pathetic. How did you expect to know if you were compatible without months of hard nasty sex? O tempora! O mores!] The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me drinks and made me dance with any guy who came to our table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice or Bev; he got me. I'd had enough drinks to get "loose" and when the guys felt me up I didn't fight off their hands. I didn't care because I knew that none of them were going to get lucky. Not with all of the girls I worked with right there and watching. [Hypocrite! Cock tease!] After almost two hours at the lounge Alice said that it was time to give me my surprise <> I looked around the club and saw that almost all the patrons were women although a few of them appeared to have men with them. I was frankly amazed at the way those women were behaving as the men took off their outfits as they danced. Some of them had to be restrained when they tried to get up on the stage with the dancers. [What do you expect? They were healthy, rutting young females!] There were cries of "Take it all off and show us what you got," and "Show us the package baby." The girls fed me drinks and made lewd comments such as: "Look at the lump in his thong. Is your guy hung like that, Baby?" Alice asked. Then she pointed at one of the dancers and said, "Doesn't HE look yummy? Wouldn't you just love to eat him up or vice versa?" He did look pretty good and for a second or so I let my imagination run wild. I'd had about five drinks since we got there and those on top of what I'd had before we got there so I was feeling no pain. I was getting into the spirit of things and was chanting "Show us the beef stick, show us the beef stick" with the other women when Carol said, "Here he comes." "Here who comes?" "Your surprise honey; the reason we brought you here." She pointed and I saw one of the dancers walk up. He looked like a Greek god and my tummy got all fluttery. ["Fluttery?" Tell the truth! You had your hand in your panties jilling off, didn't you?] "This is Toby, honey, and Toby is going to give you a lap dance. I know he is yummy and I can tell from the look in your eyes that you want to do something naughty, but the rules are that you can look, but you can't touch." Toby proceeded to thrust his groin in my face and when he was finished I was weak in the knees. When he got up, if he had wanted to take me right there on the table in front of God and everybody, I would have let him. [That’s the point. Why else did Alice and the girls take you there?] <> <> <> The unplanned outcome of that night was that I was pregnant when I returned from the honeymoon and I know that the father of my child was one of the dancers. That secret I'll take to my grave. [Melodrama Queen! Don’t tell me you didn’t get off on it.] That night awoke something in me and turned me into slut. I saw Toby three more times before the wedding -- the last time the night before I walked down the aisle. [I'll bet the stains from the cum you leaked onto the church carpet in front of the altar have never come out.] I have to confess that Toby wasn't the last of my lovers, just one of many. [Duh!] There have been many others over the years, usually men I work with and strangers I meet in hotels and bars when I'm out of town on business trips or my hubby is gone on trips and all without my husband knowing anything about it. My problem, Abby, is that as I get older my sexual urges are increasing. I'm doing a gangbang on the average of every two weeks and I'm doing co-workers in the supply closet at work almost daily. It is inevitable that if I keep it up, I'm going to get caught. My question is, "Do you think my husband would understand my need to be a slut if I confessed to him? Seattle Wife Who Needs It Dear Seattle Wife Who Needs It, [Don’t we all] I think you will understand why I am replying to your letter on this special website instead of in the family newspapers. The prudes wouldn’t publish your sexy letter in my column, either. Still, I recognize a sincere cry for help when I pick one out of the burn bag. Actually I was a secret slut (a secret from my first three husbands) for years. The answer to your question is, no, your husband will NOT understand, but that’s not important; he will LOVE it. You didn’t say, but it is obvious that at home you have been playing the typical wife role to the hilt: feigning total disinterest in sex, giving your husband release maybe once a month (lights out, missionary position, grit your teeth to lie still and keep from orgasming), never wearing (for him) any of the mini- skirts, slinky lingerie, or high-top stockings that he keeps buying you every Valentine's Day, birthday and Anniversary. I know you did this with the best of intentions. You thought you could fit in with his friends’ wives and help his career. That was a mistake. For most of those women, being a frigid wife is not an act; she really does not crave multiple screaming orgasms from a thick male cock pounding deep into their spasming pussies, does not masturbate several times a day even with their fingers, much less a high powered vibrator, and she is genuinely disgusted by her husbands’ constant, pathetic whining for sex. She understands all too well that the invitations to "go dancing," to have “romantic” dinners alone, to get away just the two of them on "a little vacation without the kids" are just devious efforts to get her in the mood for sex and, if she isn’t careful, to pop another bun in the oven. Holding hands and snuggling are strictly off limits. They know only sluts enjoy sex. A woman like that truly does not understand why she finds cum stains on the sheets from her husband’s nightly masturbation sessions. She is disgusted by the porn sites (like this one) that her desperate husband turns to in frustration. She shudders at the idea of taking her husband’s cock into her mouth and the thought of swallowing his spunk turns her stomach. She has heard that having a loving husband put his head between her legs, to tell her how womanly, how sexy she smells, and to eat her pussy until she comes is wonderful, but she doesn’t believe any decent woman could actually take pleasure from such filth. And even if it were not so bad, she realizes it would only create an obligation to perform reciprocal vile acts, see above. Or, what is worse, get her excited enough to give in to hubby’s perverted desire for sex and more babies. But fortunately you are different, honey. You have been blessed to discover early on your inner slut. You thank your mother for teaching you that sex is dirty; that’s what makes it so hot. I’m sure you have kept in touch with this Alice who first turned you on to what being a real woman is. You (and, soon, your husband) should lick that woman’s pussy every day in gratitude. But your concern is not just in conforming to society’s expectation that women be sexless creatures who allow sex willingly only a few times in life when deigning to become pregnant with the 1.9 children expected of them, who look down their noses at a woman so in love with and confident of her husband that she is willing to give him 3, 4, 5 or more children. Apparently you really fear that your husband would love and respect you less if he knew you were a cheating slut. Silly girl! Husbands may not like the cheating part, but, like all men, they LOVE sluts. Of course he’d prefer that your volcanic sexual urges were only for him, that you wanted nothing more than to keep him in bed all the time, busy making babies for you and the other fifteen nubile women you recruited for his exclusive harem. But with enough ball-emptying sex he can be brought down to earth. When you do break the news that you constantly crave sex, you’ll be able to make him understand, if he really loves you -- as he must, to have put up with you as long as he has -- that your need and capacity for orgasms far surpasses what he or any other one man can give you. Your need for multiple lovers is no reflection on him. Even if he were a 19 year old Black with a 14” cock who had been taming white women since he knocked up three of his Jr. High teachers, one man could never be enough for a real woman like you. In return for your finally dressing like a woman for him, showing off in attention-grabbing tops that showcase your assets and heels that put a swish to your wiggle, letting him see you in those big loopy earrings, and, of course, keeping his eyeballs screwed out, he’ll be happy, or at least too fucked out to give a damn, for you to carry on as you please. He’s been dying to eat your pussy all these years, to at last get his mouth and nose to the source of the sexy musk that has kept him hard for so long, he won’t mind to find it full of cum. That is the advice you asked for, now let me give you some for your own good. Honey, you’re too old for fortnightly gangbangs. This is not to deny that women like us need more sex now than we did when we were horny teenagers taking on the football team. (You don’t expect me to believe you were a virgin when you first let hubby-to-be do you, do you?) You are just going about it the wrong way. Take it from me, at our age it’s more fun to leave two or three guys comatose than a dozen slam-bam-thank-you- ma’am fucks. And it’s a lot more comfortable going to sleep sandwiched between a couple of lovers in your own bed than taking a taxi home at 4 a.m. all sticky with jizz. And whatever they may imply in those stories on Dark Wanderer, you and I know organizing a gangbang is a lot of work. No. Better keep it closer to home. Now far be it from me to tell you to completely forego career-enhancing fucks with your boss (How do you think my slutty sister Ann and I get our column in 283 daily newspapers?) or a quickie every now and then with a hunky guy from the loading dock, but the most reliable sex is with family members. Don't you have brothers or brothers-in-law, horny old goat uncles, or hunky teen nephews to play with? Can’t you get your mother, or mother-in-law, or sisters to share their lovers with you? Hubby will love being given in exchange. And one final thing about your husband. Remember, you are asking a lot from this wonderful man whom you love and who loves you so dearly. He’s going to be watching other men fuck you senseless, making you whiny with lust, sobbing their names as you come and begging them to empty their balls into his darling wife’s fertile pussy while he’s spewing his seed on the closet door. Do something for him that will show him just how special he is to you now that he knows what a slut you are. One night when you’re riding him, about to screw his lights out, lean down and whisper to him that you’ve come off the pill and he doesn’t have to use a condom anymore because you have decided he deserves to be the daddy of another baby, maybe even of a whole second crop. I guarantee your pussy will feel his cock twitch if he doesn’t loose it right there. For the nine months of your pregnancy he’ll fuck you with a vigor beyond his years, spurred on by showing off his middle age wife with a sexy bulging belly, looking forward to suckling milk from your exploding bazookas, basking in the envy of his friends, and laughing with you at the jealousy of yours. With enough sex, he’ll even believe he’s the father. END Comments, Please to: Vargas111@yahoo.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 59