What do you say? We take off Friday morning and spend the week together, just the two of us?

She all but jumped down my throat, “YOU KNOW THAT FRIDAYS ARE ME AND JIM’S…” Only slightly calmer, she continued, “It sounds like a great idea, but I can’t disappoint Jim.”

That is when I realized that Jim was more important to her than our marriage.

I knew that I would have to eat her $1,250 ticket. But I wasn’t going to eat mine.

That night she began to get frisky again. She told me that she wanted to make it up to me. I wasn’t in the mood. So, I played my trick on her, the trick I had been using for the past three months, every time she wanted to make love. I offered her a glass of wine. She loved it and drank heavily. It put her to sleep. 

As always, I carried her upstairs and put her to bed. I stripped her clothes off and tucked her in. Then I packed seven days' worth of clothes in two suitcases and managed to put them in the pickup without her knowing.

The next Friday, I dressed as if I was going to work. I had already cleared my vacation days, so the way I dressed was just to fool Natalie.

Before I walked out the door, Natalie stopped me. “I told Jim about you wanting to go away with me. He said it was a great idea and was upset with me for turning you down. So, what do you say, on Saturday we take off instead of Friday, and we can be back on Thursday?”

I was shocked. After all the planning to surprise her with a seven-day cruise, she counters with this? I said. “Let me think it over.” I mean, after all, she wouldn’t give up her time with Jim for anything.

~~~

Ok let me tell you about Jim. When we moved into our neighborhood, he showed up with food and a strong back.

We couldn’t afford a moving service, so we used my pickup and a U-Haul trailer. I managed to back the loaded trailer to the house and began unloading it. Jim showed up with a handshake, some takeout, and a strong back. With his help, we unloaded everything in no time.

We learned that he was a very successful writer. So successful that he works out of his house now. He is also college-educated with a major in English literature and a minor in accounting.  

Natalie, my wife, told him the things she wanted me to do to the house. Starting with an archway between the kitchen and the dining room. Then a second one, removing the doorway and putting an archway between the den and the living room. Making the living room seem bigger while still keeping the den.

The very next day he showed up with tools and materials and began working on the two projects that Natalie wanted done.

I didn’t have a clue how to do this. But Jim was very competent. When he started cutting out the archway, I asked him if the ceiling would fall. 

He said that neither wall was bearing, so it couldn’t happen. I had no idea what bearing meant.

However, after the primer and painting, I had never seen anything so well done. There was no way I could have done the job without him.

Then with trepidation, I asked him what we owed him.

He said, “Nothing. My back is free, and I had the materials left over from past jobs I had done for other people.

The next thing that happened was, out of desperation, I bought a used car for cheap. I thought it was a good buy, but the very first day it left me high and dry. Jim saw me looking under the hood, looking totally confused.

He came over and lent me his Toyota Corolla so that I could go to work. I took him up on his offer as I was going to be late if I didn’t.

When I got home, I found him covered in grease and oil. He had been working on the car for the better part of the day. He said he had it fixed and it would run for a very long time if I maintained it properly.

I asked him what had to be done to it. He had a long list. Battery, alternator, starter, oil change, PVC valve, spark plugs, coil packs, brakes both front and rear, and two rotors for the front, and more.

I asked him what I owed him. He said nothing again.

I pleaded with him to let me at least pay for the parts. He agreed and came up with the figure.

I paid him for the parts with part of my next four paychecks.

Jim also had a swimming pool and hot tub. He said we could come by and cool off any time, day or night. We took him up on his offers quite often.

I was shocked when I found Natalie skinny-dipping in his hot tub and was even more surprised to find Jim was in it with her. He wasn’t even trying to be discreet about ogling her.

I am NOT a jealous man. In reality, watching them together turned me on.

We also shared meals quite often, either at his home or ours.

It was one of OUR home meals that caused the rift between me and my wife.  

I had not been as busy at work as they had told me I would. Thus, I wasn’t bringing home as much money. Nataly wasn’t teaching her students as often either. She is an independent music teacher, teaching everything from piano to drums to guitar to sousaphone. But the students weren’t keeping up with their lessons.

I had all our bills spread out on the table. I was trying to find a way to pay one thousand dollars worth of credit card bills with only seven hundred dollars when he arrived. He reminded me of his minor in accounting and asked if he could have a look.

I said, “That’s fine with me.”

He went through everything before he told me that the only way out of this was with a consolidation loan.

He told me that the lending institutions would charge me exorbitant fees and interest. And that’s when he said that he really liked us and would be willing to give me the loan with NO fees and a more reasonable interest rate. 

I was skeptical, mainly because of the way he always ogled Natalie. And though I subconsciously knew it. Consciously, I didn’t know that Natalie would be such a big part of the loan.

Natalie jumped on his offer, and I reluctantly followed along.

The loan was a godsend, or so I thought. But then I found out that he was only charging us two percent APR.

I confronted him, saying, ‘This wasn’t supposed to be charity. You're only charging us two percent APR. That sounds a lot like charity to me.

That’s when his boldness flabbergasted me. “Well, actually, I was hoping you could do me a favor in exchange?”

“The loan and the use of your pool and hot tub, name it.”

He laughed. “Don’t forget fixing your car and the work I did on your home. But you shouldn’t agree to something that you're not aware of.”

He was right. “Ok, what do you need?”

He smiled. “Feel free to say no, but I want to borrow your wife, say, for one day every week or two?”

“Ok, for what? Do you want her to help clean your home? I thought you had a service to do that for you? Her musical abilities?”

“Oh no. I fully intend for her to share my bed.”

I nearly shit. “Ah, I know Natalie would never agree to that. Sorry.”

~~~

That night I told Natalie about Jim’s request.

“All the things he had done for us, and we have to turn him down for the only thing he had ever asked? I feel like a creep.” She said.

About an hour later, she asked me, “How would you take it if I took him up on his request?”

“Natalie, you know I am not a jealous man. Had I been, I would have freaked out with all the times I saw you two skinny-dipping in the hot tub. But I like what we have and who we are. I don’t want our marriage to end.”

That night we made love like she never had before. She was hotter than hell, and I even came three times. It would have been four, but she couldn’t suck me back hard again the fourth time.

The next morning she said. “You know he is twenty years our senior. So, it wouldn’t take much to get him off.”

“Are you saying you want to go through with this?” I said, shocked.

“Well, yeah, sort of.”

I thought about it, and just before I left for work, I told her, “I’ll agree to it one time only. And I’ll let him know this evening.”

He pumped my hand with gratitude when I told him. Then I told him, “She would go by about eight o'clock on Friday night, and I would require her to be home by midnight.”

“Like Cinderella?” He said.

I smiled; it didn’t reach my eyes.

~~~

That Friday, I watched my wife dress up in complete makeup and one of her hottest dresses. To say the least, she went all out.

I had always prided myself on not being a jealous man. But seeing her all decked out for another man really pissed me off. 

When she was ready to go, she kissed me on the lips and told me, “This will not change us. I promise you.”

Under my breath, I said, “Bull shit it won't. It already had.”

The whole time she was gone, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t concentrate. I paced the house. I worried that she would leave me and stay with him. I worried she wouldn’t want me anymore. I worried a lot.

She got home five minutes before midnight. She was disheveled; her hair was a mess, and her clothes were just thrown on.

“Oh my God, Mark. You won’t believe this, but I was so wrong. The four hours that I was there, three of them we fucked.”

Not exactly what I wanted to hear.

“And he was so big. Like, half again as big as you are, maybe even twice as big.”

Now my worries were coming into reality. I didn’t like that; thank god it was just a one-and-done.

“So he was happy then?”

“Oh yes. We both were. He has the most recuperative powers I had ever heard of. No more than fifteen minutes passed, then he was inside me again.  He came four times before we took a break. Then he wanted more. I think he actually came in me six times.”

Ok, I really felt a bit put down right then, but I did want to make love to her. You know, reclaim her as mine?” I started leading her upstairs when she let out the bombshell.

“If you think you’re going to do anything with me when we get upstairs, think again.”

“What, why not?”

“Being with two men in one day would make me feel slutty. I don’t want to feel that way.”

I didn’t say anything. I just walked upstairs, listened as she got in the shower. After she got out, she dried herself and got into bed. She tried to snuggle to me, but I got up and went downstairs. Extensively, to use the bathroom. But I went to sleep on the sofa.  

The next day, she asked me why I slept on the sofa. I told her, “I didn’t trust myself not to touch you. You’re too beautiful.”

She then made up for putting me off the day before. For the better part of the day, we fucked like rabbits. It would have been phenomenal, but she constantly compared me to Jim. And not in a good way. Making me feel as if she was only giving me a pity fuck.

I had to face facts: he fucked my wife better than I did. Thank god it was over with. Or so I thought.  

~~~

A few days later, I asked her if she wanted to go out next Friday.

She said, “No, I am going back over to Jim’s Friday night.”

“What’s that?”

“I am going back over to Jim’s.”

“Wait a minute. I only agreed to the one time.”

“Well, Jim believes that it is an ongoing thing, and I had already agreed to this Friday. So, I can’t back out.” Completely ignoring my concerns and wishes.

I gave her a disgusted look and took off to take a long shower. I didn’t want to be around her right then, and a shower seemed a safe place for me to be.

I was wrong; she joined me, and we washed each other’s bodies. I came up, and we had sex in our bed.

A few days later, I came home and asked about dinner. She said, “I didn’t have time to fix anything.”

“Your student ran over?”

“No, my student canceled at the last moment. I was talking to Jim and told him about it. He said he would pay me for the same time she would have used, that way I wouldn’t lose the money or the time.”

She looked at my disgusted look. “I didn’t cheat on you. After all, I had already spread for him twice with your knowledge and approval.”

“Yeah, but now I can’t have sex and no dinner.” I left for a few hours after that, got me some McDonald's drive-through, then I pouted in the parking lot, remembering what she had said to me. “This will not change us.” Yeah, it did. She now goes behind my back and does what she wants.

She didn’t seem upset when I came home. But she did ask. “Did you get past your little snit?”

I didn’t answer her.

~~~

She was gone every Friday night for the next three weeks. Then she asked me if she could stay out late next Friday. I asked her, “Why?”

“Jim wants to take me to a club in town. And four hours isn't enough time.”

“Just how late will you be?”

“Jim said he would pick me up at six thirty and we would be back between two and two thirty in the morning.”

I shook my head and walked away, saying, “Whatever.” 

She came running into the house, calling out to me. When she found me in bed, she woke me up excitedly, telling me, “Oh my gawd, Mark, you won't believe the club. It is a swingers club. Jim went around and introduced me to a number of men. Then Jim asked me if I wanted a blow bang. I really didn’t know what that was. Two of the men there explained it to me. That I would get comfortable on my knees on top of a cushion.  Then a line of men would come up, and I would blow them for about thirty seconds to a minute each.”

“I couldn’t believe it. I must have sucked twenty men.”

“You sucked off twenty men?” I demanded.

“Oh no. I only blew them for a minute or two. Only a few of them actually came in my mouth.”

“OKAY. What else happened?”

“After my jaw got sore, I took a short break. Then Jim introduced me to two very large men. They stood at least six foot three inches and were very strong. Really intimidating too. They took me to one of the sex rooms without a door. And I couldn’t believe it, but I was double penetrated, or better known as DPed. One of the huge men fucked my ass while the other one fucked my pussy. It was out of this world exciting. I had never cum so hard in my life.”   

‘Yet having sex with two men in a day, with one of them being me, would make her feel slutty?’ I thought not taking any of this too well. “I’m glad you had a great time,” I said. Not meaning it.

Believe it or not, she refused to have sex that day and the day after, because she had sex with one of the guys after midnight.

Now, I was beyond pissed.

She offered me sex the next night, and I really didn’t want pity sex. So, I served her wine for dinner.

She loved wine, but I refused to give it to her because she had always fallen asleep. I knew that if she was drinking wine, I wouldn’t get any pussy. But now I was using it to my advantage.

She fell asleep on the sofa; instead of making her sleep there, I carried her upstairs to bed. I stripped her clothes off and tucked her in. Then I slept on the sofa.

Over the following few weeks, I went through several bottles of wine.

Each time Natalie and Jim went out, she came home bragging about how great the sex was and how she was trying new things with Jim’s help. I still remember the day she ran into my arms and told me, “I had just been spit roasted. Jim introduced me to two black guys. They took me to another one of the sex rooms without doors. I got on my hands and knees. One of them got in front of me and the other behind me and began to fuck me at both ends. It was awkward at first, but soon they got into a rhythm, and I started cumming all over the place. It was so great.”

What pissed me off was how she elaborated about it. The only good thing about it was I didn’t have to push her off or make love to her. 

That’s when she told me, “I told Jim about us not having sex for the past week or two.”

A week or two? I thought it was months, not weeks. But I didn’t correct her. “Ok,” I said.

“Yes, Jim is very upset. He said if I don’t fix this, he is going to stop seeing me.”

“And how is this a bad thing?” I asked.

“Come on, honey, tonight when you get off work, we are going to fuck like minks.”

“Ok,” I said.

That night I served her wine again. But she pushed it away, asking for a Coke instead, telling me how the wine made her drowsy.

She finally figured that out, did she.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed a packet of nighttime aspirin. I took two of them into the kitchen and stirred them into her Coke.

It worked. Thank you, pharmacy God. I really didn’t want her right then.

She was really mad when she got up. I was already up and cooking breakfast.

“What the fuck, Mark? I wanted to make love to you last night.”

“Why?”

“Well, Jim said…”

I cut her off. “You might be Jim’s little submissive slut, but I don’t do what Jim orders!” I said with finality in my voice.

“But…” she stammered.

“Just tell him you rocked my world last night.”

“I don’t want to lie to him.”

“Then just tell him that the problem is fixed. It won’t be a lie. As far as I’m concerned, everything is hunky dory.”

She still wasn’t happy, and breakfast was eaten in silence.

“Mark?”

“Yes, Natalie?”

“Why haven’t you made love to me lately? Is there a problem with me?”

“No, honey, there is nothing wrong with you. But I do have a question.”

“Ok.”

“Why would you even want me? I am too small and have inferior and inadequate skills as a lover.”

“I never said that.” She said, but was looking away when she did—one of her tells that she is lying.

“Not to me anyway.” It was a shot in the dark. She took the bait.

“No, he said he wouldn’t tell you.”

“No, he didn’t. But you just did.” After a pause, I asked again, “So, why would you want such a small, inferior lover?”

“Because I love you, Mark. I may have had sex with others, but I only love you.”

It sounded like I was being a cuckold. Well, there is a good reason for that. I have been a cuckold. I got up and went to the computer. I came up with an idea and booked two tickets on the Elation for a seven-day cruise. I paid in advance and believed that we could reconnect and maybe even stay married.

The next day  I approached her, and that is where the story started.

~~~

Why was I surprised?

I shouldn’t have been. I boarded the ship at eleven Friday morning. I was depressed that my wife wouldn’t come and was going to be fucking another man while I was gone. But I couldn’t change any of that.

I debated taking off my wedding ring. But I decided to leave it on, as I wanted to be honest. And a cheater's mark seems sneaky. I brought the bags to my room and noticed that I had several Cokes and liquors to enjoy. They even had my brand, Jack Danyals. My favorite used to be Jim Beam, but for obvious reasons I swapped favorites.

I knew that they would charge the drink to my room, but I went ahead and poured myself a Jack and Coke.

I went to the Promenade deck and watched as they cast the ship off. I looked around and very much enjoyed sailing down the mighty Mississippi. 

There was an announcement made: “ If you’re single and want to mingle, all available singles should meet at the Mikado deck.”

Slowly, I made it to the area. There was a stage, and everyone was gathering on it. I stepped up and was immediately approached.

“Hi, I’m Kim.” She held out her hand to me.

I took it. “Nice to meet you, Kim. I’m Mark.”

She noted my left hand. “You’re married?” She didn’t say it with disgust.

“Well, you could say that. At least officially I am. But right now, she is with her lover, whom she has been cheating on me with for the past four months. I booked this cruise for us to reconnect. But she refused to go because it would have interfered with her lover.”

The lady smiled. “God, I would never do that. My ex cheated on me, and I know how you feel. Maybe we can hook up and make each other feel better,” she said with a smile.

After that, two other women approached me. I couldn’t believe it. They were coming out of the woodwork.

It was about two in the morning when I made it back to my room.
I checked my phone, wondering if she even missed me. There were several text messages and voicemails from her. There was also one from Jim. “Hey there, Mark. I wanted to touch base with you. I need to make sure that you're being satisfied as well.”

I wasn’t going to call him back. But then my phone buzzed. It was him. He texted me. “Hey there, friend. We need to talk. Please call or text back.” I put my phone on silent. I sat down and looked at the bed. Just wondering if I could actually make love to one of the beautiful women I had talked to.

~~~

Jim and Natalie. Friday night.

“I don’t know where he had gone off to. He’s not answering his phone.”

“Let me see your phone,” Jim said. He programmed a tracking app and set it to my phone’s location. “There he is. In Venice, Louisiana.”

“What the hell? Where is that, and what’s he doing there?” Natalie asked.

“It’s at the mouth of the Mississippi or near enough, too.”

“So, what the hell is my husband doing in Venice?”

“I do not know.” He said. Let's get a good night's sleep and see if he comes back in the morning.

“But what about us?” Natalie asked.

“There will be no us tonight, Nat. I  think he’s a little upset. And if you had been holding back sex from him as you said, I really don’t blame him.”

Natalie lowered her head. “I offered it to him several times, but somehow I keep waking up the next morning in bed. I thought it was the wine I was drinking. But last night I only had a Coke. And again I woke up, a bit groggy, but untouched.

“He’s upset all right. Let me text him, see if we can get him talking.”

~~~

I went to one of the dance clubs. I wanted to bust a move. Ok I am not that good of a dancer. But I bet Jim could cut a rug very well. He is, after all, better than I am at everything. 

I found I had no problems dancing with women. Even with my ring on, they all latched on to me. Maybe because of my ring.

It got late, and I was done dancing when I was approached. “Why don’t you come to my room and maybe we can think of something to get your mind off your wife?”

She was a little overweight, but not by much. She was pretty, though, and had on one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen. Of course, her sizable breasts hanging out didn’t dissuade me.

So we went to my room instead of hers. I figured that if I was as bad in bed as my wife was making me out to be, she may not want me to know where she is sleeping. I didn’t want her to feel awkward. 

Once in my room, she wasn’t shy. I took off my clothes, starting with my shirt. She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. We started kissing then, right there in our underwear. She was a great kisser, with a strong tongue.

I wasted no time in unclasping her bra.  She laughed for a second and asked rhetorically, “You do know what to do, don’t you?”

“I hope so,” I said.  Just before I sat her on the bed. I pulled down her panties and was surprised when I found them soaking wet. Damn. When was the last time a woman got wet for me? I asked myself.

But it didn’t matter; my rival wasn’t here. He was miles away, so it was just Kim and I.

When she sat on the bed, I spread her hefty, beautiful thighs. I have always thought that overweight women had the sexiest inner thighs. So I began kissing them. I worked my way up one and down the other. Then I repeated the process with the other leg.  After the third time, I didn’t pass up her pussy. I dove upon it and ate her for a good twenty minutes. She started cumming after two. Though the first few sounded fake.

When she started asking me to put it in her, I didn’t disappoint her. I slid all six inches of my cock inside her and began fucking in and out. Her magnificent titts were bouncing up and down while we fucked. So I caught one and began sucking hard on her nipple.

“OH god, suck my titts and fuck me. Damn, Mark, this is great. She said.

After about ten minutes of solid fucking, things got really wet. And I do mean really wet. I thought at first she had pissed on me, but the way she cried out in orgasm, I really didn’t know. But my bed was soaked with her. I came right after that, as I was holding back to make it more enjoyable for her. But after she peed on the bed, I figured it was my turn to cum.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe it. But it is true. I have never squirted before.”

I knew about squirting. I had heard about it several times. I’ve watched it happen in porn videos. To be with a squirter was astounding.  

“Don’t tell me that this was your first time squirting?” I asked.

She nodded her head and said. “Yes, it is. I had never done that before.”

We relaxed in post-coital bliss for a long time before I had to ask. “Kim?”

“Yeah, Mark.” She purred her words.

“Can I ask you something, and I really need to know the truth. Trust me, it won't hurt my feelings. But?”

“Let me guess, Mark. You need to know if you are a good lover? As your wife had no doubt been putting you down or comparing you to her lover?”

“Yeah, that’s more or less what I need to know.”

“Mark, if you did to your wife what you did to me, your wife must be an ignorant bitch to treat you poorly. Mark, I had never had a better lover than you are. And no, I am not sparing your feelings.”

“I hope we can get together again,” I said.

“Mark, I can always follow you around like a lost puppy if that will get you to do me again.”

“So no awkward feelings?”

“Are you going to let me sleep here tonight?”

“Absolutely. But I might molest you in the middle of the night. Remember I only came one time so far.”

She took her boob and smashed it into my mouth. “Mark, you can do me all night long.”

And I all but did. I came four times, and it was hard again, but she fell asleep about four in the morning.

~~~

I felt really shitty the next morning. Talk about mixed emotions. Two wrongs did not make a right. Yet I had been with a lovely lady last night, and she never compared me to my rival.

Kim made good on her boast. She followed me around like a lost puppy. I was flattered, but I couldn’t commit to her. After all, I was still married. I didn’t know how long I would stay married. But I was for now.

Having Kim as a girlfriend wasn’t a bad thing. She always dressed to accentuate her titts. And she didn’t mind wearing a little makeup. Seeing her sort of reminded me of Natalie when she walked out to be with Jim the first time. Only Kim was dressing for me. I liked that.

~~~

Jim and Natalie, Monday afternoon.

“He’s on a cruise ship heading towards Mexico,” Jim announced.

“How do you know that?” Natalie asked.

“I went to his work and talked to some people there who work with him. They told me that he had booked a seven-day cruise for you two. They were also shocked that you didn’t go with him.”

“He never said anything about a cruise ship. Or I would have.”

“Miscommunication?” Jim thought aloud.

“Probably. In fact, I am sure it was. I didn’t listen. I just heard that he was taking my Fridays away from me. I like… no, I actually love you fucking me. But I don’t love you. Not like I love Mark. Oh gawd. I should have gone with him.”

“He won't be back until Friday. But he won't be back to work until Wednesday. I don’t know what he has planned for the five days.” Jim admitted.    

“I don’t think I gave him a chance to tell me what he had in mind. I just heard that he wanted me to go with him on our Friday. He had said something about his mother. I think he will probably go and see her.”

Well, which shall you do? Meet him at the ship, or find him at his mother’s house?” Jim asked. 

“I think I’ll go to his Mom’s house. We've never done it there before, but we can be intimate. I need to be intimate with him. I know this sounds hypocritical, but I couldn’t handle seeing him walking off the ship holding another woman’s hand. That would kill me.”

 Jim shook his head and agreed.

“Jim, I need to make all this up to him. If I don’t, he’ll probably divorce me.”

“Well, we can’t let that happen. I’ll put my house up for sale first.” Jim announced. Natalie didn’t disagree.

~~~ 

For the next two days, Kim did as she had foretold. Following Mark around like a lost puppy. They fucked each night. But then one night she brought one of her girlfriends by.

Mark heard the knock on the door and wondered what was going on, as there were two women there: Kim and Sally.

“Ladies, what’s up?” Mark asked.

“Hopefully you are. I brought my friend here to show her how you get me to squirt. See, she doesn’t believe in squirting. And yet I did it several times with you. And if nothing else, you can eat and fuck two of the hottest pussies on this ship.”

“Well, let's go to dinner first. I will need my nourishment for this.

~~~

After dressing up and eating prime rib at the formal dining restaurant, the three of them came into the cabin and immediately stripped off. 

Sally asked, “I really want to watch you get her off first, if you don’t mind. I have never seen a woman squirt before. I want to witness Kim get off.”

“Fine with me, Kim. What about you?” Mark asked.

“Fine with me, but you know the bed may be a bit wet when we’re done here?”

Mark began by cupping Kim’s breasts and suckling her nipples, getting them hard.

Soon they had their tongues down each other’s throats.

After a good five minutes of that, Mark made his way down her body.
Kim lay back and spread her chubby thighs.

Mark spent only a few minutes teasing her before he was eating her pussy.

Kim called out, “My God, you do that better than a lesbian.” She started cumming all over his face.

But this is where Mark changed it up a bit. Instead of mounting her after a dozen or so orgasms, he brought his right hand around and over his head and started rubbing her clit hard while he licked and sucked at her labial lips.

Kim didn’t last a minute as she squirted all over Mark's face, nearly drowning him in her juices.

Kim collapsed on the bed, unable to continue, while Mark pulled away and asked Sally to toss him a towel.

“It’s getting easier to do that, Kim. You’ll be a full-time squirter before long.

Kim had cum so hard she could only sound out incoherently,

I got up and asked Sally, “I guess you’re next.”

Sally  laughed and said, “You really think you can get me to do that?”

“I don’t know; I had never done it before. But Kim seems to be a natural. I would love to try it with you. But there are no guarantees.”

While Kim was a bit overweight, Sally was very slim. Not anorexic, but slim enough to only support thirty B titts. But they looked really good on her frame.

After we dried off the bed, Sally and I began making out. We swallowed each other’s tongues. She wasn’t as good of a kisser as Kim, but she still got me hard with her tongue on mine.

I played with her 30B tits and found her nipples becoming even harder than Kim’s or Nataly’s ever had. They were so hard, I thought I might scratch myself. I laughed at the silliness of the thought. 

I put my mouth over them and began to suckle. She screamed in pleasure. I had never had anyone orgasm with me playing only with her titts. I couldn’t believe it. It was so hot.

After only a few minutes, she pushed my head away, saying exhaustedly, I need a break.

I only waited for a moment. Then I headed straight towards her pussy. She didn’t have the sexy inner thighs that Kim had, but she did have great legs and one hot snatch. I licked her from ass hole to clitoris.

She squealed out an “Oh my god!!” as my tongue touched her ass hole and perineum.  Then I started doing some pussy eating. She became so wet and tasted so good I didn’t want to stop.

I was playing with her titts as I ate her until I felt a hand push mine away. I then felt movement; I stopped only long enough to witness Kim sucking on Sally’s titts. It was so damn hot.

Then I did my little trick; I put my hand over my head and began stimulating her clit hard. Even harder and more violently than I did Kim’s.

It wasn’t the quantity of liquid that Kim squirted, but I felt my face become wet and a large amount of liquid filled my  mouth.

Sally screamed out and pushed both Kim and me away at the same time. She lay there panting in exhaustion. “Did I do it? Did I squirt?” she managed to breathe out.

 “Well, by the looks of Mark’s face, I would say you did,” Kim said, tossing me a dry towel.

She beamed a glowing smile.

~~~

Mark was totally satisfied when the boat reached Cozumel, Mexico. He was very impressed, walking off the boat with both Kim and Sally and seeing merchants negotiating for goods.

He hadn’t signed up for any excursions. Nothing caught his eye. So he just figured he would check and see what he could find. He wanted silver. And they had an abundance of it there.

He picked up a few very heavy rings and necklaces and bought a few of them. Then he went to Diamonds International. And he saw the perfect necklace, earrings, and ring set there. 

He knew that Natalie would find it breathtaking. It was in white gold with large emeralds in the centers of all the pieces and diamonds accenting the stones.

They weren’t cheap. And he was disappointed to find they didn’t want cash. They wanted a credit card.

Ever since Jim loaned Mark and Nataly the money to pay off all their debts, Mark went out of his way to stop using them. He even withdrew five thousand dollars for this. But he had to pull out his credit card because he really wanted the necklace set.

He walked out of the store when Kim and Sally approached him. “Is that for us?” she said, pointing to the bag, joking.

Mark chuckled, “No, it’s a good buy gift. It’ll be the last thing I’ll give her. I hope.”

“Well, that’s sort of sweet,” said Kim.

“Or foolish,” Sally added.

“We signed up for a Snuba excursion. It’s similar to scuba, only you don’t need the lessons. Why don’t you come with us?” Kim asked.

“I didn’t sign up for it.”

“That’s ok; you can sign up here. Let's go.” Kim grabbed my arm and, not giving me a choice, she dragged me along.

The SNUBA excursion was actually a great joy. I saw some amazing, colorful saltwater fish. Let me tell you, television doesn’t do them justice.

Not to mention I shared the experience with two beautiful women.

After we got done, dried off, and redressed, I wanted to try some real Mexican food. I saw a sign for chicken fajitas. Throwing caution to the wind, I ordered three plates. Something else I will never regret. They were delicious.

When we finally made it back to the ship, I was amazed at how much fun I had that day. I hadn’t had this much fun since my wife started sharing beds with Jim.

The thought depressed me, and I almost threw the jewelry over the dock. But I didn’t.

Sally went to her room while Kim came with me. She had sort of moved into my room. I was ok with that.

We sailed and stopped somewhere in the Yukon for some photo ops. I passed on getting off the ship there.  The girls agreed with me. So we stayed in the cabin and fucked.

I found the man who has to change my bedding every time I fuck Kim, and tipped him a C note. Trust me, he earned it.

Besides all my successes with Kim, I never got Sally to squirt as much as Kim did.

When I asked Sally for a review of my lovemaking skills, she didn’t hold back, but still said I was great and she would fuck me anytime I wanted to.

~~~

After two more days floating around the Gulf of Mexico, it was time to come home. I sat in my cabin, feeling the ship turn left, then right as it made its way up the mighty Mississippi.

It was so relaxing. Especially as Kim was sucking my cock. I warned her that I was about to cum.

She raised her head and asked me, “In my mouth or on my face?”

I couldn’t believe she actually swallowed.

~~~

I had all the paperwork filled out for customs, as well as my bags packed. I was dressed smartly and ready for the trip to end. But not my vacation. I had called my mother a few times, and she really wanted me to come visit. Well, she wanted me and Nataly to come and visit. But that wasn’t happening. It's Friday; my wife’s fuck the neighbor day. So there is no point in calling her to meet me there.

The hardest part of this was saying goodbye to Kim and Sally. We exchanged numbers, and they both told me to call them whether I divorce Nataly or not. They even offered hookups when Natalie is… how do you say …preoccupied?

I loaded my pickup and got in. I checked out of the parking garage and headed towards Jackson, Mississippi. It was a three-hour drive to Mom’s house, where I grew up. Plus another forty-five minutes from downtown New Orleans.

I stopped off to get gas in Laplace. I turned on my phone there and read my text messages.

There were several from Natalie and Jim both. Natalie mentioned that she was sorry she didn’t go, and that she didn’t know it was a cruise.

I thought about going home and seeing Nataly, but she is no doubt spending time with Jim right now. And I’m not ready to wade through that bag of worms yet.   

So, I got in my pickup and headed to my mother’s.

~~~

I walked in, and she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She brought me in, sat me down, and got me a cold beer.

Once we were comfortable, Mom didn’t hold back her punches.

“What’s going on between you and Nat?”

I took a deep, cleansing breath. “It’s not good, Mom. We started something that can’t end, and I can’t live with it.”

“I see. So what are you going to do about it?”

“I am thinking I need to get William involved.”

William is my younger brother. He is also a lawyer.

“There's no chance of reconciliation?”

“No, Mom, I can’t take it anymore, and she can't stop. Even if she said she would, it would only be temporary. And then she would start doing it behind my back.”

“If it is worth anything to you, I stopped when your dad told me to. I didn’t go behind his back after that either.”

“Oh my gawd, you and Dad had an open arrangement?”

“Well, for a few months. He loved to watch, and I loved the dude's big cock. So, your dad was ok with it for a while. Until I started comparing him to your dad. That’s when it ended.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I don’t want to see you and Nat separate. Because I love you and I want grandchildren from you two.”

“Well, if she gets pregnant, it’ll belong to Jim. It won't be mine. We haven’t had sex in, I think, four or five months.”

“That’s not my fault!” Surprisingly, Natalie called out as she walked into the room from Mom’s spare bedroom.

Without the least bit of tact. I asked, “It’s Friday; where’s Jim?”

“I don’t know; he said he was putting his house up for sale.”

“You two are moving? Where to?”

She flinched at that. “I’m not going anywhere. Jim is moving to another house somewhere else in the country. I have no idea where or when.”

“Well, don’t worry. You’ll find some other guy with a big cock that knows how to use it. In fact, that club is full of them.” I wasn’t pulling my punches either. “So what did you expect? You said this wasn’t going to change us, yet all you offered me was a series of pity fucks. And you expected me to be ok with that? While you go to a club with your lover and fuck anything and everything there. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to invite me to the club, to see what it was like? Even worse, you couldn’t or wouldn’t touch me when you fucked someone at the club, because it would make you feel slutty? Yet you fucked three or four men at a time there, maybe more.”

Natalie looked ashamed. But my last question caused her head to raise back up. “Mark, you wouldn’t have liked it. Men that are… how you say, less endowed have a mark on their foreheads, and everyone makes fun of them. I never wanted to put you through that.”

I glared at her. Then I walked to the front door, opened my suitcase, and pulled out the Diamonds International bag. I walked back over to her and threw the bag in her lap.

She asked, “What’s this?” 

“It’s a goodbye gift,” I said with scorn.

The conversation ceased as Natalie’s eyes started to turn red and fill with tears. “No, Mark, don’t do this. I am sorry I didn’t go with you; I am sorry I compared you to him. And I am sorry I hurt you that way.”

“Yeah, I know, I got the text messages you sent me. You're sorry. I got it. But you can't stop, and I can’t live with it. If you stop now, soon you will be doing it behind my back. I believe that.”

Silence permeated the room.

Mom got up and said, “You two need to keep arguing. Feel free to raise your voices and scream at each other. I’m going to fix some supper for us. Hope some of the poison between you evaporates in the meantime.” She paused for a moment, then said, “Either start fucking or start screaming at each other. Go on.” She left the room then.

Tears started dripping down Natalie’s cheeks. “Mark.” She said softly. “What did you do on the cruise?”

After a long silence, I said, “It was an education. I learned that I am not the ugly old fat man that you and Jim made me come to believe I was. I learned that I am not an incompetent lover, nor do I have the tweeter-Peter you believe I have, as you just now pointed out again. And I learned that if it becomes necessary, I don’t have to live my life alone if we find we have to separate. 

Natalie caught it. I said if we find we have to, not that we have to separate now.

“Mark, please. I’ll do anything. I can also assure you that I won’t spread for anyone anymore.”

“And you think you could live with only getting my Tweeter-peter from now on?”

“Mark, quit calling it that. It isn’t that small.  You satisfied me for more than four years with it. And the few times we made love…”

I cut her off. “We haven’t made love since you started spreading for Jim.”

After a breath, “Ok, we screwed. After Jim and I started. I still enjoyed you and the love we made. Please Mark. I was miserable the seven days you left me alone. You may have found that you can live without me, but I can’t live without you. And let me make up for my infidelity to you. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? I doubt that.”

Natalie piped up. “Try me.”

“Well, I never did you here. You were always too self-conscious to give yourself to me here.”

“Ok, Mark, let's go to the room.”

“No, right here.”

“Mark, we are in the living room; your mom is in the kitchen fixing us supper.” She said, blushing profusely.

“I don’t care. Either fuck me now, or I’m going to go home and pack.”

“Oh God, please, Mark, your mother.” She pleaded, but was unbuttoning her blouse.

I just stood there watching her strip show.

“Mark, your mom!!” she cried out one last time.

“His mother doesn’t mind, Nat.” Mom clearly spoke. “Now get naked and start fucking. I want grandchildren, and the only way I’m going to get them is if you two get past this by fucking each other half to death.” She then turned and walked back into the kitchen.

“Oh, my God. What am I going to do?” She said as she took her blouse off and dropped it on the sofa. “Is your mother going to watch?” she asked, seeing that Mom was walking back to the kitchen.

“Don't worry about that. Nat! Just start fucking!” Mom said in defiance.

Natalie continued by dropping her skirt, then her panties. She put them on the sofa with her blouse. She then removed her bra.

Then, nervously, she said. “I am ready for you, Mark. I’m yours in any way you want me.”

I walked to her and pushed her up against an empty spot on a wall. I then crushed my lips to hers and forced my tongue between her lips and teeth. I held her there with my body and began to roughly fondle her breasts.

I had never fondled her breasts before. I had caressed them constantly many times, but I was always gentle and loving. But NOT today.

I pinched her nipples, causing them to swell with blood and get hard as I continued kissing her.

When I finally broke the kiss, I dropped down in front of her. I plummeted two fingers inside Natalie’s wet used pussy and put my thumb on her clit and began to roughly stimulate her.

My mouth went to her belly button; I stuck my tongue into it and listened to her gasp in pleasure.

She started to cum then, and when she started cumming hard, I got up and pulled her off the wall and sat her down on the sofa. I then got between her spread legs and began to eat her pussy.

She continued coming hard. I did my little trick and put my hand on her clit and began to roughly rub at her clit until she screamed out in orgasm and covered my face and the floor with her juices.

I got up then and stared at her. She didn’t move.

Mom got worried and went to her, putting her hand on her throat. “You didn’t hurt her, did you?”

“No, Mom. She is unconscious. It's what happens the first time a woman squirts.”

“Oh, my… I am going to take off for a while. You two keep fucking until you're ready to make up. After that, fuck some more. But when I get home, do it in the bedroom, please.”

“Oh my God… Mark… what the fuck happened?” Natalie asked, coming to.

“Mom’s leaving us to fuck some more. I haven’t cum yet. Not even one time.”

Natalie looked over at my mother. “Mom, I am so embarrassed.”

“You should be. Now keep it up, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” She then turned and left.

Did I mention that I have the COOLEST mom EVER?