He Should Have Known
He should have known. After all when he met her she was at the bottom of a pile of naked writhing bodies at a frat party. Of course he had fucked her, along with everyone else, but somehow in his mind it had been special with him. She had orgasmed with him, hadn't she? While they fucked she had screamed out that he was the best, hadn't she? In the early morning, while all the other women had left the frat house and stumbled off to their dorm rooms and sororities she had stayed and talked with him. He thought they had made a real connection that morning over breakfast before he had to rush off to class. He had hated leaving her, but she had said she wanted to finish eating before she went back to her dorm to freshen up.
He should have known. It had seemed like fate when he kept running into her at clubs and bars. Often times she would come home with him and they would fuck all night long. Sure, sometimes she would leave with some other guy or guys, but it wasn't like they were officially dating or anything. She was a very attractive woman, and guys were going to hit on her. It wasn't really her fault. Although it had been awkward that one time she had left with one of his frat brothers, and when he had returned to the frat house alone, he had been forced to listen to them fucking half the night. But still, didn't she usually come home with him? Didn't she always tell him that she liked fucking him the most?
He should have known. He had finally asked her out on a real date one night when he ran into her at a bar. She happily agreed, but didn't go home with him that night. She went home with five guys she met after agreeing to go out with him the following night. It's not like they were exclusive or anything, right? They dated the rest of their time in college, although sometimes she would call last minute and cancel. Sometimes when she called to cancel it sounded like she was already drunk, and sometimes he thought he could hear male voices in the background. But she was always apologetic and made it up to him. It was strange, though, sometimes when he walked into a room guys stopped their conversations, and had trouble looking him in the eyes.
He should have known. After they graduated he asked her to move in with him. She agreed and they were both happy. They got jobs and were successful. He introduced her to his parents and they loved her. He met her parents, and they were surprised that their daughter finally brought someone home for them to meet, but they were glad that someone had finally tamed their wild daughter. Sometimes, though, she would call him after work and tell him she was going out with the girls. She would come home late with her clothes disheveled, and smelling of alcohol and cum. He didn't complain; she always came home to him, right?
He should have known. When he asked her to marry him, she cried tears of joy. She said she hadn't been sure that he loved her as much as she loved him. She said she was sorry for her past behavior, and now that they were engaged she would go out less, and try to be at home for him. She said that she just had to get all the wildness out of her, but that she was ready to settle down with him. His parents were happy. Her parents were happy. So what, if when the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride," her breath tasted like another man's cum. Everyone has to have a last fling, don't they?
He should have known. It shouldn't have been any surprise, when he came home from work early that afternoon. Her car was in the driveway. Why wasn't she at work? When he went in the house, he could hear noises coming from the master bedroom. Deep down, he knew what was going on before he opened the door, but it was still a shock when he saw it. Why did it have to be him? There was his dad's big hairy butt bouncing between his wife's lovely thighs. They didn't even stop, even though they both knew he was there. He had to stand and watch as they fucked for what seemed like an eternity. His dad's enormous cock slurped in and out of her pussy as he pounded it in relentlessly. His big balls smacked against her ass every time his dad bottomed out inside his wife. She screamed louder with his dad than she did with him; his dad called her all sorts of filthy names he had never heard him say. They switched positions several times, but always managed to give him the best angle to watch their fucking.
When his dad finally came, his cock was embedded deep in her ass. His dad's ass clenched, his balls tightened, and it lasted for several minutes. They were finished. His dad just shrugged at him as if to say it wasn't his fault.
"I'm sorry babe," his wife said apologetically, "I just can't help myself." She was lying on her stomach, with her ass clenched tightly so his dad's cum didn't leak all over the bed.
"I know, honey," he said, "your mom's the same way. In fact, she's on her way over here right now. I've been fucking her at least once a week ever since we got married."
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