Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 41 Brake
22-07-25 (10:30)
Meredith - Loving Wives.
I'm told, usually by other men, that size doesn't really
matter, that all that really counts is knowing how to
use what you have and that may be true although I
suspect that only a woman can really give a truthful
answer on the subject. What I do know personally is
that while size may not matter is sure does fascinate.
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Cock size has never been important to me. What I
have has always satisfied me and none of the girls I
managed to bed ever laughed at me or refused to go
out with me again. Based on what I have seen in
locker rooms I believe that while bragging rights are
out of the question I've no reason to develop a
complex. My guess is that I am about average. Why
this little discourse on cock size? It is because my wife
has recently become aware that there are much larger
cocks out there in the world and the subject seemed to
fascinate her. I found this out one night when we were
getting ready for bed and she was rolling a condom on
me.
"Honey, how big is your thingy?"
Meredith has never in the seven years we have been
married used the words cock, dick or penis. She has
always refereed to my equipment as my thingy. Her
pussy has never been anything but her 'honey pot' and
her tits have always been her 'boobs'. Fortunately it is
only in nomenclature that she is a little weird. In all
other aspects of sex she is an animal and an insatiable
animal at that. Anyway, her question as to how big I
was brought the natural response from me, "Why are
you asking that?"
She blushed and then said in an almost apologetic
voice, "I saw Mike's thingy at the party last night and
he looked so much bigger than you."
Well, I'd seen Mike in the locker room at the rec. center
and he was bigger than me - a lot bigger. Meredith
went on, "I mentioned it to Amy and she laughed about
it and said if I thought Mike's was big I should see
Stan's."
Amy was Mike's wife and what Meredith was telling
me was changing the way I looked at Meredith, Mike,
Stan and Amy.
First off, when I married Meredith she told me that I
was the only man that she had ever been with. Yeah,
right, I thought at the time and if you saw Meredith you
would understand why that was my response. In my
mind there was no way that that body could reach
twenty-three and not have had a dick or two along the
way. But I'd had plenty of experience before meeting
Meredith and I wasn't going to hold any of her prior
experience against her. If it was important for her to tell
me I was the only one she'd ever been with then so be
it. But now, with her question about cock size I began
to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I might actually be
her first. Next, what is Meredith doing looking at Mike's
cock? For that matter, what is Mike doing showing my
wife his dick? Then of course there was the question of
how Amy knew about Stan's cock. I never thought of
Amy as being the kind of girl who would run around on
her husband. And then there was Stan. I'd always
thought that Stan was Mr. Straight Arrow, could he
possibly be fucking Amy? Did we have our own little
Peyton Place going on here and I was just finding out
about it?
"Why were you looking at Mike's dick (she might use
thingy, but I didn't) at the party?"
Meredith blushed, "I didn't do it on purpose. He was
using the upstairs bathroom and he hadn't locked the
door. I went in to use the toilet and when I opened the
door he was standing there with it in his hand."
"So he didn't show it to you?"
"Well, kind of."
"What does that mean?"
"When I opened the door and he saw me he smiled,
stroked it a couple of times and then took his hand off
of it and let it hang there."
"And then you turned and left and went to talk to
Amy?"
"Well, no, not exactly."
"What do you mean, no not exactly?"
"He just stood there smiling at me and his thingy
started to stand up and..."
"And what?"
She looked down at the floor and almost whispered, "I
couldn't take my eyes off of it. It just kept growing and
growing and then he asked me if I wanted to touch it"
and her voice trailed off. I didn't say anything, I just
stood there looking at her while she stared down at the
floor. Finally she said, "I didn't, honest, I didn't."
I didn't think that she had, but then I said, "But you
wanted to, didn't you?"
She didn't say anything. "Didn't you?" I pressed.
She sighed and almost inaudibly said, "Yes, yes I did." I
don't know why, but the thought of Meredith looking at
and even touching Mike's cock had me fired up. "Did
you think about fucking him?"
Her head came up, "No! You know that I would never
do a thing like that" but there was no conviction in her
voice. I pushed her back on the bed and when I fucked
her I came so hard that I was surprised that I didn't
blow the end right off the condom. Nothing more was
said about Meredith's encounter with Mike, but it stayed
in my mind for a long time and every time I thought
about it, which was a lot because I saw Mike at least
three times a week at the rec. center, I went home and
gave Meredith a good work out.
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It was about two months later when I found out that I
wasn't the only one who hadn't been able to get it out
of my mind. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on
my way to the airport to catch a flight for a two-day
business trip. I was less than five minutes from the
house when I remembered that I'd left a few things
that I would need on my trip on my desk in the den. I
hung a U-turn and headed back to the house. I was
just turning onto our street when I saw Meredith
backing out of the driveway. In the conversation that
we'd had just before I'd left, not ten minutes before,
she'd said she was going to spend her evening sitting in
front of the fireplace catching up on her reading. Had
something come up, or had she lied to me. Curious, I
followed her and ten minutes later she pulled into the
drive at Mike and Amy's. She got out of her car and
went into the house - didn't knock or ring the bell, just
walked right in. Now it could have been something as
simple as just visiting Amy, but something in my gut
said that was wishful thinking on my part. I headed
back home, got my stuff and hurried to the airport to
catch my flight.
Two days later I had finished my business and was at
the airport getting ready to catch my flight home. On a
whim I used a pay phone to call Meredith and tell her
that I was going to have to spend an extra day. We
exchanged I love you's and I hung up and boarded my
flight. When I got off the plane and got my car from
satellite parking I drove straight to Mike and Amy's and
saw that Meredith's car was parked in the driveway. I
drove to the end of the block and turned around so I
could park where' I could watch the house, I had no
idea of what I expected to happen, but something told
me that I should sit and watch. Twenty minutes after I
had parked another car pulled up next to Meredith's and
Stan got out and went inside. Somewhere' between
eleven thirty and twelve I dozed off and up until that
point no one had come out of the house. I woke up
around four and Stan's car was gone but Meredith's
was still parked there. What to do? Go home and wait
for Meredith, or check into a motel and go home at the
time she was expecting me? After thinking over the pro
and cons of each I decided to go on home and get it
over with. I drove home and parked a block away so
Meredith wouldn't know I was inside waiting for her
and went inside.
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I was in the den doing some paper work when I heard
the garage door opener start to run. I looked at my
watch and it was eight-thirty. I went upstairs and sat
on the bed and waited. Five minutes later Meredith
walked into the room, saw me and froze. I saw the
color fade from her face as I said, "Care to tell me
where' you have been since I got home at five forty-
five yesterday?"
Her jaw was trying to work, but no sounds were
coming out of her mouth. "Don't want to tell me? No
matter, I can probably guess. I'm betting that you have
been in somebody else's bed and that the certain
somebody has been fucking you. Close guess? Let's find
out."
I got off the bed and went to her and started taking
her clothes off of her. It didn't take long because all she
had on were her dress and shoes. Her panties and bra
were either still at Mike and Amy's or she had stuffed
them into her purse. Meredith had tears running down
her cheeks as I said, "Let's see what we will find here"
as I ran my hand up her leg to her cunt.
"Surprise, surprise. It seems to be quite loose and very,
very wet."
I pulled my hand away and it was covered with a
whitish substance, "I wonder what we have here" as I
looked at it and held it up in front of her face. The tears
were flowing faster as Meredith started to cry and then
she pulled away from me and threw herself face down
on the bed.
When I had made the decision to come home, wait for
Meredith and then confront her, I hadn't really given
much thought to where' we would go from there, but
the way she started crying and threw herself on the
bed pissed me off. I took off my clothes and walked
toward the bed with my hard cock (fueled by the
thoughts of Meredith fucking Mike and Stan) leading the
way. I grabbed Meredith by her hips and pulled her up
to her knees and shoved my cock straight into her
pussy. I wasn't surprised when it met absolutely no
resistance and I fucked her just long enough to get my
cock wet and then I pulled it out of her and shoved the
head of my cock at her anal rosebud. Meredith knew
what was coming and she screamed, "No, no, please
no."
I said, "Shut your fucking mouth, you unfaithful whore"
and I drove my cock into her tight ass.
She screamed, "Don't, for gods sake please don't, you're
hurting me."
I laughed (an evil mean laugh - not a happy one)
"Good! Suffer you fucking slut and think about how
much it hurt me to find out what you have been doing
behind my back."
Normally when Meredith and I have anal sex I spend a
good deal of time working on her ass with thumb and
fingers and a lot of KY and then went slow and easy
until her "Easy baby, easy" turned into "Yes, yes, oh god
yes." This time however it was ram it to her as hard as
I could right from the start. It took me almost five
minutes to get my nuts off and she was still screaming
and begging me to stop. I pulled out of her and walked
away. I took my shower, got dressed and when I left
for work Meredith was still lying on the bed crying.
When I got home that night dinner was on the stove,
but Meredith was no where' in sight.
I knew she was home because her car was still in the
garage so I went looking for her. When I got upstairs I
found that our bedroom door was locked and I called to
Meredith to unlock the door, but she didn't. I called a
second time and still nothing happened. What I did next
was foolish since I would have to fix it, but I was
pissed. One of my favorite movies was the Quiet Man
with John Wayne and in one scene where' Maureen
O'Hara had locked him out of the bedroom he kicked
the door down and said, "There will be no locked doors
in this house Mary Kate" and I did the same thing. I
kicked the door down and found Meredith sitting in bed
reading. I said the John Wayne line - substituting
Meredith for Mary Kate - and then I went downstairs
and ate my dinner. After I cleaned up the dishes I went
into the family room and turned on the TV.
Half an hour later Meredith came into the room and sat
down in one of the chairs. Her face was drawn and her
eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying. I
ignored her. If anything was going to be said she was
going to have to start the conversation. When she did it
caught me totally off guard because she started out by
trying to make me the bad guy.
"How could you say you love me and then do what
you did to me this morning?"
Like I said, she caught me totally off guard and I sat
there with my mouth hanging open for several seconds
before I broke out laughing. As soon as I got myself
under control I said, "How can you profess undying love
and devotion for me and then go out and fuck Mike
and Stan behind my back? And why would you think
that when I found out about it I wouldn't be mad -
maybe even enough to punish your whorish ass."
Even though I'd caught her coming home freshly fucked
she hadn't known that I knew whom she'd been with
and the surprise showed on her face.
"What's the matter? Surprised to find out that your
husband isn't as stupid as you thought he was? You
maybe expected to get away with it forever? You
thought maybe you could make me feel bad for
punishing you and I would be so ashamed that I would
just forget about you being an unfaithful whore and
everything would just go away and go back to being
the way it was before? Sorry lady, it just ain't gonna
happen that way. If that is what you were thinking
when you came into the room you need to leave.
Come back when you are ready to face up to what
you've done. Until then you sleep in the spare bedroom
- I don't want you in my bed and if you don't like that
you can just pack a bag and leave."
Meredith left the room and I started channel surfing.
It was a typical night; 58 channels and nothing on but
drivel. I got up and went into the den and surfed the
Net, but nothing there caught my interest either. My
mind was on the situation with Meredith and what it
had done to our relationship and where' we were going
to go from there. I admitted to myself that I was
turned on by the fact that she had fucked Mike and
probably Stan, but at the same time I was mad
because she had cheated on me. I know that sounds
strange, but that's the way it was - I was both excited
and pissed off over what was basically the same thing.
At ten I went upstairs and went to bed. Meredith was
not in the spare bedroom, she was on our bed, reading
and apparently waiting for me. When I came into the
room she put her book down, "All right, I was wrong. I
shouldn't have let it happen, but I did and as much as it
might hurt you to hear this I'm glad that I did. I'm glad
I got to experience Mike, and yes, to experience Stan. I
had a marvelous time with both of them and if you
hadn't found out I would probably have kept on seeing
them, at least until the novelty wore off. You probably
won't believe this; you will think I'm just saying it to
put a better face on things and to stroke your ego, but
until those two I never really appreciated what I had in
you."
My eyebrows must have gone up at that.
"Oh I've always loved you and you always made me
feel good in bed, but you were the only man I'd ever
been with and I wasn't aware that other men didn't
share the same qualities. You have always been tender,
warm, loving, patient, understanding and you always
treated me as a partner and as some one you had
affection for. Mike and Stan are just extensions of their
cocks. The fact that I get pleasure out of it means
nothing to either one of them. As far as they are
concerned I'm supposed to be grateful that they were
letting me have their cocks. In short, aside from their
size allowing them to push buttons you can't reach, you
are much more of a man than either one of them, than
both of them put together. I'm sorry I fucked it up for
us." She started to get out of bed and I said, "Where
are you going?"
"To the spare bedroom."
I put out an arm to stop her, "There's more. I want to
know how and why?"
"No, not tonight. I'm getting ready to cry again."
I took her arm and pulled her back, "In that case you'll
need a shoulder to do it on."
"Oh God" she sobbed and the tears started flowing and
she cried herself to sleep in my arms.
The next morning she was up and sipping coffee when
I came down stairs and when I came into the kitchen
she asked me if I could take the morning off. "I need to
get this over with. I need to know what you are going
to do so I can know what I'm going to have to do."
"What do you mean, "so that you'll know what you
have to do?"
"Do I have to get out right away or will you give me
time to look for a place or what?"
Well, that brought me up short. I had not even
remotely considered kicking her out. I still wasn't sure
about what I was going to do, but getting rid of her
wasn't on the list and I told her so. It shocked her, "You
mean you are going to keep me, we are going to stay
together?"
I nodded and said, "It might not be easy at times and
I'm not sure that I will ever completely trust you again.
Every time I go on a business trip I'll wonder what you
are doing while I'm gone, but I love you and I have too
much of me invested in you to just let you go. So, tell
me what happened."
At the party, after the meeting in the bathroom
Meredith had gone looking for Amy. Meredith and Amy
were good friends and Meredith felt that friendship
dictated that she should tell Amy what Mike had done.
Amy had laughed and said, "He is proud of it and loves
to show it off. He must have thought that you showed
some interest if he offered to let you touch it."
Meredith was shocked at Amy's casual attitude toward
Mike's actions and even more shocked when Amy said,
"If you liked the looks of Mike's you should see Stan's.
They are about the same length, but Stan's is bigger
around" and she held up both hands and made a circle
to indicate size. "It takes some getting used to, but it is
well worth the trouble."
Two days after the party Amy had called and asked if
Meredith could come over and see her. "I have a
personal problem and I need your advice."
Meredith had gone over and Amy had given her a glass
of wine and they had made small talk. Finally, after the
fourth glass of wine Meredith had asked Amy what
kind of problem she was having. Amy got up, refilled
Meredith's wineglass and asked Meredith to follow her
to the bedroom. There, lying on the bed with their
massive cocks waving in the air were Mike and Stan.
"My problem" Amy said, "Is that I can't fuck both of
them at the same time so I thought, since you seemed
to like what you saw of Mike's, that I'd let you do him
while I take care of Stan, and then, if you like, we can
switch."
Meredith had been mesmerized by the sight of those
two huge cocks and the wine had messed with her
inhibitions. Amy said, "Go on girlfriend, you know you
want to" and had given her a little push toward the
bed. Meredith had stumbled forward and Mike had
reached out and grabbed her and pulled her down. Stan
rolled over and started kissing her while Amy crooned
in her ear, "You're going to love it baby."
Mike was pulling off her panties and Amy had her
blouse open and was sucking on her tits. Mike had her
legs spread and was eating her pussy and then
suddenly she was hot and she was shoving her tongue
in Stan's mouth and pushing her mound up at Mike. She
regained her senses when she felt the head of Mike's
cock pushing at her pussy and she tried to pull away,
but with Stan kissing her and Amy sucking on her tits
she was pinned and couldn't get up. When Mike's
monster cock entered her she screamed, but with
Stan's mouth on hers no sound came out. As more and
more of Mike's cock worked into her it began pressing
buttons that had never been pressed and soon she was
fucking back as Mike pounded into her. After she had
her first orgasm Amy had stopped sucking her tits and
had rolled over and she and Stan started fucking on the
bed next to Meredith and Mike. Both men fucked
Meredith that day, twice, and she had been going to
visit Amy two or three times a week since.
My trip out of town was the first time she had gone
over to Amy's and not had to hurry home to beat me.
It was also the first time that Stan's wife Carol had
joined them. She hadn't been there before because she
was fucking a guy with an even bigger cock than
Stan's and he and his wife had gone out of town for a
week leaving Carol with nothing to do. The guy's wife
knew what he was doing with Carol, but she didn't
care because she was having an affair with her boss. I
sat there shaking my head in amazement as Meredith
described what was going on in our circle of friends. In
addition Amy was seeing two other guys and had been
trying to talk Meredith into double dating the two of
them with her. Meredith had steadfastly refused, "I
admit to a great fascination with the huge cocks of
Mike and Stan, but I wasn't about to start fucking
everybody who came along. I felt bad enough facing
you after being with Mike and Stan. I couldn't have
looked you in the face if I started being everybody's
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