Come Feed Me

A white husband and a black wife catch their
spouses doing what they have been doing for months.
They decide to keep their own cheating a secret, even
though it meant letting her husband continue to fuck
his wife. They felt what they gained was worth it. (MF,
wife, cheat, military, alcohol, intr)

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Ive had an on again off again affair with Liz for over
ten years. She and husband Joe have been and are still
friends with Ellen and I. Joe and I have deployed
together on numerous occasions. Weve literally saved
each others lives. Joe has covered my ass with Ellen
and Ive done the same for him with Liz. Both of us
enjoy fucking military wives. We both know enough about
each other to send the other to jail. But thats the
way friends are. Its rare for guys to have a really
good friend. The egos of men are just too damn fragile.
I only have two good friends that I would trust with my
life, and Joe is one of them.

Because Joe and I are friends, it was only natural that
our wives became friends too. Though they are different
in many ways, they are about the same size Liz is a
35-C and Ellen is a 36-D. Ellen, at 5 7", is about an
inch shorter than Liz. Liz, on the other hand, has a
wider ass and heavier thighs. Great for sports and even
better for someone like me that loves a big ass and
luscious thighs. Ellen, especially when shes been
drinking, enjoys a titty-fuck, and she has the breasts
for it. Also, when shes really smashed, will do anal.
Ive often felt that given enough alcohol, she would
fuck an entire brigade.

Over the years, Liz and I have found that we have more
in common with each other than we do with our spouses
even though she is black and Im white. I say black,
but really shes a more Holly Berry type of maple syrup
brown. Trips, vacations, picnics, movies, lots of
dinners and card games weve done it all together.
And fortunately for Joe and I, Liz and Ellen enjoy each
others company too.

Its just impossible though to spend that much time
with the opposite sex and not eventually succumb to the
temptation to make love. That happened to us, but it
was not an accident. It was intentional. Cheating was
not a concern for us maybe it should have been but
it wasnt. Liz is a beautiful woman. I wanted to fuck
her and she wanted to fuck me.

But there was a major consideration. Would having sex
threaten the intimacy our relationship in any way? We
were closer than most married couples openly sharing
our feelings discussing everything from investments
to retirement to our sexual preferences to our spouse's
weaknesses something that is a rarity with couples.
We are simply soul mates. Oh yes, there was a twinge of
guilt that we were being unfaithful to Ellen and Joe,
but that changed too by accident.

Liz and I enjoy sports and the outdoors. Joe and Ellen
dont. They like art and music craft shows and flea
markets and garage sales. Those events bore the hell
out of Liz and I. So it isnt unusual for us to be
golfing while Joe and Ellen hit the garage sales or
something like it.

About six months after Liz and I began having sex, I
picked her up for one of our Saturday morning golf
outings. These usually lasted until mid-afternoon. Our
agenda was to golf eighteen holes, hit a motel for
several hours, then return home. On this particular
morning, I picked up Liz but after golfing nine holes
we decided to end the golf game and return home. The
plan was to let Joe and Ellen know that we thought it
would be a great idea to take a short overnight trip.
If there was to be an obstacle, it would be Ellen, so I
needed to clear it with her first. Joe would do
whatever Liz wanted.

Pulling up to the house it seemed odd that Joes car
was there; it was only about ten oclock. Entering the
house, Ellen and Joe were nowhere to be seen. Thinking
they might be sitting out on the patio, we proceeded
through the house. But that idea didnt last long for
we heard what were unmistakable sounds coming from the
bedroom.

It was the unmistakable sound of fucking flesh
against flesh. Then we heard Ellen, "Aaaah! Ah! Aaah!
Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" From Ellens
high-pitched gasping words I knew that Joe was putting
it to her dog fashion.

I looked at Liz and could tell that she was very upset.
I was too, somewhat, but at the moment one of need to
keep their cool. I put my finger to my lips to imply
be quiet. We then walked softly down the hall until
we could see their images in a dressing table mirror.
They were on the bed with their backs to us Joe was
behind Ellen. He was on his left knee; his right leg
was beside her right hip. This gave him better access
at her.

Ellens chest and head were down on the bed. Joe was
controlling the action by gripping her by the hips. He
was thrusting with everything he had. Ellen was getting
a good ole down-home country dog fashion fucking. The
strokes werent fast but they were hard. Each was so
hard it made a slapping sound, and thats not easy to
do fucking dog fashion.

We stood there, mesmerized, watching her black husband
fuck my white wife. Ellen was in full groan mode now.
She was gripping the sheets and holding on for dear
life. It was quite a site. I couldnt help but think
how opposite the picture was with Liz and I. Instead of
black on white, with us its white on black. Liz loves
to fuck dog fashion.

I could tell that things werent going to last much
longer for them, so rather than have things explode,
threaten two families and some wonderful friendships, I
grabbed Lizs arm and we headed back to the car. We
needed to talk.

At first Liz and I were both angry. How could they? But
of course they werent doing anything that Liz and I
hadnt been doing for months. Our conversation centered
on what would be the outcome if we confronted them.
Probably the end of our friendship. For me, was Joes
friendship worth loosing, considering all we had been
through, just because he fucked my wife? I had to also
consider the fact that I was also fucking his wife, and
I deeply cared for her.

For Liz the issue went much deeper. I believe it does
for a woman. Could she remain friendly with Ellen
knowing that this would not be the last time they would
be together?

We spent as much time together as we could discussing
all this. Strange as it may seem, during this time we
never had sex with each other, but sex with our spouses
picked up. This of course is a normal behavior for
people that are cheating. If its a wife, she wants sex
more frequently and the sex is more intense. She
usually behaves hotter.

For the husband, the behavior is similar. He wants sex
more often and usually is more willing to try things
new or different. Often a wife is pleasantly surprised
at her husbands willingness to break out of his fuck-
rut. But little does she realize that its another
womans pussy that has helped him out of his rut.
Instead of complaining though, she ought to send a
thank you card.

Eventually Liz and I decided to say nothing. I love her
and dont want anything to threaten that, even if it
means every now and then my wife gives my friend some
pussy. Its not like it has an expiration date on it.
It will still be there when I need it. I told this to
Liz.

After a rather long discussion, she agreed. From her
perspective she realized she had already been sharing
me. She refused to give up our intimacy. She told me
that most women traded pussy thinking they would get
intimacy, but never got it. But she already had it and
had no plans to give it up. She did plan though to cut
Joe way back on his allotment of wife pussy. I didnt
say anything, but figured that only meant he would be
fucking Ellen more often, which in turn meant I would
be fucking Liz more often.

It was turning into a vicious cycle of fucking.

Though that all happened nearly ten years ago, we are
still friends. Joe and Ellen dont know that we caught
them; we never said a word. Since then Liz and I have
had an on and off again love affair. The off times
have only been because we have been stationed far
apart.

Now that Im out of the military, I still make every
effort to be with her as much as possible, while at the
same time keeping it hidden from Ellen.

***

Here is an email from Liz. It is used with her
permission. I have cleaned up her punctuation and
grammar, and some of her language when shes drinking
she gets foul-mouthed but other than that, its
vintage Liz.

***

Hello! Ive had you on my mind all day today in fact,
several days. When are you coming down? Its been two
months ya know. Things are more hectic here than ever.
Joe has twenty in now...I think hes had enough...he
should have got out when you did. He hasnt decided if
were going to move back to Chicago or not. Ya know Im
ready. lol

Working all these hours really saps the sex drive. Im
ashamed to say that I have been rarely horny these past
few weeks. The worst part is, because of my lack of
energy Im starting to prefer masturbation to the real
thing. Am I mal-adjusted? Dont answer that. Using my
wand is so much easier. Maybe thats why I love my wand
so much - I don't have to make love to it, and it
doesn't mind when Im the only one that gets off.

I mean, making love is great when I have the energy and
time, but when I just want an orgasm, the vibrator is
the way to go. Wish you were here. I really miss how
you just sit and listen while I go on and on. Im on my
fourth glass of wine. Ill be crying for the nights
out. Joes not here, call me.

All this is wearing on Joe as hes on vacation and Im
the one working. Im afraid Im hurting his feelings
when Id rather rub one out, so I wait till he's asleep
before I do the deed. And you thought only you guys
were the ones who hid their jerking off from their
significant others. Well, this woman does too. But you
knew that anyway. Did I ask you when you were coming
down? lol

I can hear you now, "Why are you hiding it?" Simple
when Joe sees me masturbate, he takes it that Im ready
for sex if I turn him down, he gets offended
something I don't want to do to him. So Im caught and
end up getting fucked, and thats not what I wanted.
The things I do to keep him happy. I really, really
miss you. You promised me we would be together at least
once a month. Whats happened?

Why can't I just come right out and tell him all I want
to do is get off? Of course, he thinking: Im here -
you don't need to jerk off. And Im thinking: that's
why Im rubbing one out I want my orgasm without
having to suck your dick, because I just don't have the
energy and desire right now. But can I really say that?
Of course not. Why? Where are you when I need you?

So what do I wind up doing? Having sex. I tell him
right away that my back is hurting and all Im gonna do
is missionary. Generally, hes ok with that. Its just
my opinion, but missionary is the lazy girl's way of
having sex. You never let me get away with that. But
with you, I always wanted more. With you, even during
times like tonight, all I have to do is lay down,
spread my legs, and you just lick and suck away. It
isnt so much eating as it is dining for you. lol You
always know when I dont have the energy for a long
fuck. Why cant Joe figure that out too?

I remember the night when you were kissing and licking
your way up my legs. You mentioned the maple syrup
color of my thighs when you finally got to my pussy,
you kissed it softly and said it was pure maple sugar.
Over time maple sugar became maple valley. Well,
tonight maple valley doesnt need a hard fucking, but
she sure could use a gentle tongue bath. I just want to
relax, open my legs, lay them up on your back and let
you get me off. Its about my needs tonight.

Normally, when Im energetic, I prefer being on top
but thats work. Believe it or not, it takes as much
effort when a womans on top as when a guy is on top.
Its work riding a guy and kegeling his dick for all
it's worth. And the thighs get a workout too. Maybe
that's why Im so thin or used to be you kept my
weight fucked off. I tucker myself out when Im really
into the sex.

My way of safely mailing it in is by doing
missionary. I don't know if other women who do mostly
missionary think they're mailing it in sex-wise, but
compared to the work done in other positions,
missionary is definitely a cop-out. I dont know why
Im telling you this. Its not that you havent heard
it from me before. Guess its the wine. Im really down
and lonely. I remember you telling me the subtle
difference between feeling alone and feeling lonely.
Are you going to come down? I promise Ill fuck you,
but first I want you to make love to me.

The drawback of being on top is sometimes Joe wants to
prolong himself so his orgasm is that much more
intense. He thinks that lasting longer will impress me.
Well, it doesn't. When my thighs are starting to hurt,
I just want him to hurry up and cum. But can I tell him
that? Hell no! Imagine if I told him, "hurry up my
thighs are killing me!" But he's having such a good
time that he doesn't want to cum yet. Dont get me
wrong, I take that as a compliment, but my thighs feel
like they're ready to just give out.

So when I do a great job, I really do a great job.
Unfortunately, Im like a cheetah stamina-wise. I can
hit the top speed quickly, but I can only sustain it
for a short period of time. I can only fuck so fast for
so long. My kegeling is like that too I can do it
intensely for a little while, and normally, this gets
the job done Joe cums in no time flat, and my work is
done. But oh no sometimes, he gets ideas and wants my
kegeling to last forever. Well, what am I, a machine?
Im not big on marathons you know.

So Ive got a message for you from maple valley...

"Dont touch me...at least not just yet. Let me
confess:

"I am feeling sensitive. When Im like this, I put up a
tough pretense. I wrap my outer lips around myself like
a big thick blanket, keeping myself safe and cozy
against the evils of the outside world. I can sense my
dark hair standing on end, as if each were being lifted
up like a standard. My guard is up but Im just being
prissy. I just need to warm up.

"Oh...ummmm..."

Im starting to awaken I can feel my thick, maple
lips start to swell and blush. Soon, they will throb
and pucker as blood pulses throughout. You dont notice
it yet, but Im beginning to quiver from deep within as
my lips curl invitingly outward. They form large, soft,
light brown maple petals lightly frosted with
delicate brown curls. I am warm and friendly now, my
lips are wide, open on their own, and they bid you
welcome.

There is no discrimination I am ready to greet
anything that dares venture into my glistening depths.
I have oiled the way for your entrance. Ive made you a
succulent sauce to be savored.

"I am getting hot now... my clitoris is swelling...
very soon it will make its appearance erect and
demanding standing tall and proud. My inner lips are
still relaxed, loose and cottony with a love elixir,
yet hungry for light touches. They are like tender
desert flowers waiting for the rain so they too may
blossom. My inner surfaces glisten with the dew of
desire, and my skin color is deepening to a deep maple
syrup brown. I am getting humid, very humid and sweaty
aroused! Its aromatic. Dont make me wait!

"I have changed. Im a lust driven monster and I crave
something to grip, to hold, to caress. My lips are
outward and poised waiting. The inner folds are
curling away from my velvety interior. I am bold and
brazen now, even brash and I dont care. Im open
wide and inviting. Maple Valley is wet and hot to the
touch. I tingle and have become needy very needy.

"I need more. I want to consume, to be filled, to
encase and clinch. I have been awakened and Im hungry.
I demand that I get what I want I throb and I pulse.
I quiver and I quaver. I am a starving monster, no
longer sensitive and shy.

"Come feed me."

When are you coming down?

END

Authors Note: Thank you Liz for always being there for
me. A few fucks from Ellen has not been too high a
price to pay for what we have. I hope you feel the
same.

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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. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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