My Wife & Ex-Wife
by W.D. Lekker
Clint cheats on his wife, Terry, in a moment of weakness with his ex-wife Susan. Yet, he does not know Terry as well as he thinks. Terry hasn't been faithful either; she has already acted on her own attraction to Susan. When Clint confesses his infidelity, his wife and ex-wife confess the secrets they have been hiding all along.
Warning! This 9000+ word short story contains graphic depictions of anal and group sex. It is only intended for mature and adult readers.
“You love me?” Terry finished her wine, again. “I thought you said you still felt something for Clint?”
“I do. I’m in love with both of you.” Susan averted her eyes. “If anybody should be confused about that, it’s me. This all just sort of happened. I would love to say that I’m a bitch. I’d love to say I manipulated both of you with a greater plan in mind, but it’s not true. Somehow, I just fell into bed with both of you.”
I finished my own glass of wine, again, and now, could feel the alcohol. It was only the beginnings of feeling tipsy, but not only did I drink a lot of wine now, there was also the beers Terry and I shared at the bar, before of all of this. Terry started to look a little tipsy – as did Susan, who, being rather small in frame, was never known for being able to hold her alcohol.
“How can you say that?” Terry crossed her arms.
I was about to say something similar, but the package from HardBabesXXXX.com caught my attention. Only, I didn’t get to the chance to say anything, yet. It seemed Susan had bided her time, and she was about to turn things back onto my wife and I.
“Easy.” Susan crossed her arms. She trained her gaze onto me. “I’ve been truthful, now. I think you both now owe me…”
“We owe you? How…”
“Um, Clint, I’m talking here,” Susan said. “But, yes. You both owe me an equally truthful answer.”
“If you could get away with it, would you have sex with me, again?”
“I’m not answering that!”
Terry crossed her arms and stared at me. “Oh, stuff it, Clint. Answer her.”
I wanted another glass of wine, but I realized that if I had anymore, I’d probably end up thoroughly sloshed – instead of being lightly drunk but very functional. This confrontation was not answering anything, and I pretty much assumed that my marriage was probably damaged beyond repair, now. I looked down, “Yes. I likely would.” To my surprise, Terry didn’t get pissed by that.
“What about you, Terr? If you could, without any consequences, would you?”
“Yes.” The word was nearly whispered, but it was said.
“So, there shouldn’t be much of a problem here. Perhaps the two of you should be a little bit more open in your relationship?”
For a long moment, Terry and I looked each other in the eyes. The truth was out there ...
- SmutHouse, August 2012
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