Drop the Towel - Neglected Wife

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a cuckold story, you've been warned for those of you who are far too sensitive of the subject despite knowing what many LL stories are about.

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Monica waited outside the master bathroom, trying to determine the perfect time to go in. Her husband, Craig, was in the shower and she wanted to give him enough time to at least shampoo his hair and scrub his body before she entered. If she wanted to surprise him with shower sex, she thought the perfect time would be after he shampooed and scrubbed himself, so there wouldn't be any distractions.

She could see through the silhouette he made from behind the shower curtain what he was doing. He took too long shampooing his hair, his favorite feature about himself. She sometimes joked that he was worse than a woman when it came to taking care of his hair. He then started to scrub his body with the luffa, which didn't take long for him to do.

She decided this was the right moment to surprise him. She was already naked when she walked into the bathroom. She stopped to take a quick look at herself in the mirror; she was still a stunning woman for a 35-year-old. Long brunette hair, a flat stomach, and perfect 34D breasts. Her ass had gotten a little bigger the last couple of years, but she worked to keep it from getting too big and stay in a good round shape. Her friends assured her that her ass was a perfect size and there's a man at her office who likes to make comments about it to her. It was straight-up sexual harassment, but she liked it, and as long as he didn't try to touch her or say these things in front of other people, she let him make his comments.

She then slowly pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower. She was behind her husband, who had no clue she was in there with him. By then, he had stopped scrubbing his body and was, to her surprise, jacking off in the shower. This made her happy, as he was already hard, so she didn't have to work hard to get him erect for her.

She gently placed her hands on the back of his shoulders and said, "You need help with that."

"Jesus Christ!" Chris yelled as he turned around to see his wife standing there. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I thought I might join you for some fun," she said with a large, sexy smile.

"Damnit, Monica, you scared the hell out of me," he snapped at her.

"I'm sorry to scare you, sweetie. I just thought it might be fun to--"

"To what?" he interrupted her. "To fuck in the shower? Do you know how dangerous that is? We could slip and break our necks. Use your head, woman."

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to surprise you."

"Mission accomplished; now get out so I can finish jerking off."

"Maybe I can help jerk off," she suggested. "It's just a hand job; we won't slip and fall because of that."

"No, you'll only screw it up. I'll finish on my own."

He turned around and went back to jerking off. Monica just stood there behind him, listening to the grunting noises he was making.

"Oh, Bethany," he said.

"What was that?" she asked, very surprised by what she had just heard. "Did you say Bethany? As in my cousin, Bethany?"

"Hey, when I jerk off, I can think of anyone I want."

"But why Bethany? Are you fucking her?"

"No, you dumb bitch. I'm just imagining fucking her," said Craig.

"Why can't you jerk off thinking about me?"

"Oh, dear God, you're so selfish," said Craig. "I already fuck you once a week, and more for my birthday; isn't that enough?"

Monica wanted to say, 'No, I want more than that,' and also ask, why can't they also have sex on her birthday as well? But she bit her tongue and stayed quiet about it. She just stood there as she watched her husband jerk off while thinking about fucking her slutty cousin. A minute later, he shot his load, and it all washed away into the shower drain.

"The shower is yours now, if you want," he said as he walked out of the shower.

She decided she might as well take a shower anyway, not just to clean herself but to also have some alone time. She was very upset with her husband and didn't want to see him for a while. She grabbed her shampoo and started working on her hair, but a minute later she heard the toilet flush, and the shower instantly got ice cold.

"Damnit!" she screamed. "Craig, I'm still in the shower."

"I took a piss, so I had to flush the toilet. I couldn't just wait for you to be done with the shower, now, could I?"

"You could've told me, and I would've flushed when I finished."

"You probably would've forgotten."

Monica just decided not to say anything more about it. The shower went back to being warm again, and she resumed her shower. As she shampooed her hair she thought about how bad things were going in her marriage.

The first few years were magical; they couldn't keep their hands off each other. But over time, he was showing how unhappy he was with her, and she knew the reason why. As soon as it was discovered that she was infertile, he became cold and distant toward her. At first, he said it didn't matter that she couldn't give him children, but over time, he slowly started to become cold and angry with her. She tried to talk to him about it but he refused. She tried to bring up adoption, but he said if he couldn't raise his own kids, he didn't see the point in raising someone else's kids.

Despite everything, she wanted to save her marriage. She did her best to be a good wife, always giving him what he wanted and giving him his space when needed so she wouldn't be too clingy. She used to overhear his friends say that they wished they could meet a woman like her, and Craig used to tell them about how lucky he was to have her in his life. Now, she hears him say hurtful things like, 'You can have her when I'm done with her.'

Even the sex was getting worse between them. They used to go at it in every room of the house very frequently. They have been late to many family and friends' events because they couldn't help fucking each other for so long. Sometimes their sex sessions would last up to an hour, and they would spice things by doing things such as roleplay, tie each other up, and so on. Now, she was lucky to get it once a week from Craig, and when they did, he would just be on top of her for ten minutes, slamming his dick into her without a care for getting her off. She didn't like it, but it was the only sex she was getting, so she took what she could get.

She had tried to talk him into seeing a marriage counselor, but he outright refused. Instead, he suggested she see a therapist because she was mentally ill. She couldn't believe he would accuse her of that when she was just trying to save her marriage. She eventually did start going to a therapist, but only because she needed someone to talk to about what she had been going through.

She had tried other things to save their marriage. She had taken advice from her friends, her parents, her priest, and her therapist. Her therapist actually suggested that she leave Craig, but she said she couldn't do something like that. Since she refused to leave Craig, her therapist tried to give Monica some advice on what to do with her marriage. So far, no one's advice seems to have been working.

"Hey stupid," Craig called out from their bedroom.

"Please don't call me that!" She yelled back at him.

"I have to go to work. One of my poker buddies, Bradley, will be coming over later to pick up those football tickets I couldn't use. I'll leave them on the kitchen counter. Do you think you can handle something that simple?"

Monica gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure. Craig's behavior towards her was getting worse, and she was starting to lose it.

"Yes, dear, I got it," she replied. Ultimately, she decided that it was best to remain calm and not make the situation worse by yelling back at him.

She suddenly found herself getting horny again and figured this was the best time to masturbate. She played with herself a little before taking the shower massage head from its hook and using it on her pussy. Over the last couple of years, she has found herself in this position many times. Since Craig wasn't satisfying her needs, she had to take care of her own. To get herself off, she thought about hooking up with a variety of men, such as a couple of favorite celebrities, an ex-boyfriend, a cop she once saw walking down the street, and so on. She finally got herself off by thinking about that cute guy at the gym who's always winking at her.

When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off as best she could. She then wrapped the towel around her body and pushed her damp hair back. She walked into the bedroom and picked up the clothes she took off before she tried to surprise her husband and put them in the laundry basket. She then took the basket downstairs towards the laundry room, having to walk past the front door.

She stopped suddenly when the doorbell rang. She looked over and saw Bradley through the narrow side window next to the door, waving at her. He arrived a lot earlier than she expected him to. She held up the laundry basket with one hand and held up one finger at him to let him know that she would be with him in a minute and he nodded to signal that he understood.

She quickly put the laundry in the washing machine so she could answer the door. Just before she left the laundry room, she realized that she was still wearing that towel. She thought about changing into something quickly, but she couldn't just run up the stairs and keep Bradley waiting. She realized she would just have to answer the door wearing just that towel.

Before she went to answer the door she decided she should at least fix herself up a little for Bradley. He was one of her husband's most flirtatious friends, always giving her compliments whenever he saw her. Right now, with how shitty Craig had made her feel, she was looking forward to some light flirtation, especially from a handsome man like Bradley, to make herself feel better. He was younger than her, just 30-years-old; he was tall, with dark hair and a short beard, and was also very muscular, much like a football player.

She fixed up her towel so she could show off some extra cleavage on top to give him something to look at. She was lucky that she was wearing a towel that was also short enough that it could show off plenty of her legs. There was nothing she could do about her wet hair, so she just pushed it back a little to show off more of her face. The wet hair went well with the towel look she was using, so it worked for her.

She didn't have a mirror to check herself out, but she figured she was pulling off the perfect sexy, semi-naked woman look and was hoping he would at least make a pass at her. She knew it was wrong for a married woman to let another man try to make a move on her, but she wasn't going to fuck him, she was only going to get some male attention that she desperately craved. If he made a move on her, she would just politely turn him down, and that would be all.

She casually walked to the front door, making sure he wouldn't noticed how excited she was to see him. She then opened the door wide so he could get a good look at her in the towel, especially with her breasts pooping out on top.

"Hey Bradley," she said with a big smile. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey Monica," he replied. "Yes, it's been at least a few weeks. You're looking good as always."

"Oh please, I'm a total mess," she replied, then faked a ditzy laugh.

He was obviously checking her out, from head to toe. Monica played dumb with how much he was looking at her tits; she wanted him to look and glad that it was working.

"Did I come at a bad time?" he asked.

"No, I was just doing some laundry," she replied. "What brings you by?"

"I'm getting some football tickets from your husband. He said he'd leave them here with you."

"Oh, right, he did say that," she said. "Come on in; it's in the kitchen."

Bradley walked in and followed Monica to the kitchen, the whole time not taking his eyes off her ass. The towel was clung to her buttocks perfectly to show its round shape and was short enough to get a small peak of her ass, much like how a bikini bottom would. He thought seeing her front side in that towel was a blessing, but he was thanking God that he got to also check out that ass.

They found the tickets on the kitchen counter, and Monica handed them to Bradley, who was very pleased to have them in his hands. Monica realized he was about to leave real soon, so she had to come up with something quick to keep him around more.

"I have some coffee made; do you want some?" she asked.

Monica got the coffee ready earlier before she heard Craig get in the shower and had her failed idea, so it was already made. She was now hoping it wouldn't go to waste and at least use it as an excuse to keep Bradley around to flirt with.

"Sure, I'd love some," said Bradley, and he put the tickets back down on the kitchen counter.

He was originally just going to stop by and get those tickets from Monica, but he was willing to use any excuse to stick around more just to see her in that towel. He had some of his past girlfriends do the same thing around him; it was always a sexy look, but none of them was pulling it off as well as Monica.

Moncia asked how he liked his coffee and found she liked it the same way as she did: light cream with two sugars. As she got them ready, he kept looking at Monica's body; that towel was just one piece of loosely tied fabric away from her being completely naked. He was hoping she wouldn't notice him checking her out too much and think he was a creep, but he didn't know that she was actually enjoying this. After being neglected by her husband for so long, she loved that she could get a man to think of her as a sexual object.

She gave him his coffee; he sipped it and complimented her for it. They talked a little bit, asking general questions some people asked in basic conversations. Bradley found little ways to turn something she would say around into a flirtatious comment. The subject of his recent breakup came up; he had been seeing a very cute pharmaceutical rep for a few weeks before they broke it off. This wasn't the first time Monica had heard of a relationship ending so quickly.

"I can understand why a cute guy like you likes to play around," she said. "I'm sure you're getting laid all the time."

"That is... somewhat true," he replied.

"But have you considered trying a long-term relationship? I'm sure I know a few ladies who can pique your interest and whom you can probably see yourself with for longer than a month."

"If they look anything like you, hook me up."

"Oh, stop," she said, then faked another ditzy laugh. She knew she was laying the act on a little thick, but she was having too much fun to care.

"I'm serious. In fact, how about I take you out and see how it goes?"

"Bradley, please. I'm married."

"I know, I'm just joking... or am I."

They both had a little laugh together.

"But seriously, I guess I can't blame you for playing the field," she said. "A cute guy like you with all those muscles. What woman couldn't resist this?"

She reached up and playfully felt his bicep for a couple of seconds.

"By the way, am I mistaken, or did your muscles get bigger since I last saw you?" she asked.

"I've been hitting the gym a lot more lately," he replied. "I can see you've been doing the same."

"You're just being nice; I actually gained a couple of pounds."

"I don't believe you. Drop the towel and let me see for myself."

Monica laughed, this time a real one.

"I'm being serious."

"I know you are, but that's not going to happen," she said. "Playful flirting is one thing, but it's not getting any further than that."

"What if I gave you some incentive?"

"What kind of incentive?" she asked.

Bradley took out two one-hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them on the kitchen counter next to the football tickets.

"I'll give you $200 to drop the towel."

Monica was in shock; the situation has taken a very unusual turn. She was happy with just the flirting; she did expect it to evolve into something like this.

"You can't be serious?" she asked.

"I'm very serious," he assured her.

"I'm not a prostitute."

"This doesn't make you a prostitute," he assured her. "It's just an incentive for you to let me see you naked. Strippers aren't prostitutes; at least most of them aren't, and they get paid to take their clothes off. In fact, this is a lot more than what most of them would make from one customer who wants to see them naked."

"You make a good point."

Monica had to think long and hard about this proposition. There was something intriguing about letting another man see her naked. She didn't care about the money; it would be just a bonus. Mostly, she just wanted the thrill of it. She realized there was an additional risk of doing this with a man she barely knew, even if he was just one of her husband's friends. She would be putting herself in a very vulnerable position if he tried to force himself on her, but somehow that just made it all the more exciting. But she didn't think Bradley was the type to go that far, so as exciting as it all was, she still felt safe that nothing would happen to her.

"You promise you won't tell anybody about this?" she asked.

"I promise. It will be our little secret."

Monica took the money and moved it to the side of the counter closer to her. Then, with one hand, she pulled down the towel and revealed herself to Bradley. Her heart was beating fast; she had never done something so crazy like this; she knew it was wrong, being a married woman after all, but she was enjoying this too much to care about that.

"Whoa!" was all he could say.

"Like what you see?"

"You're damn right, I do."

Bradley's eyes shot wide open when he finally got a look at Monica's naked body. He wasn't sure if offering her money to let him see her naked was going to work; he was half-expecting her to slap him hard across the face. But to his amazement, it worked, and he was just in awe of her beauty. She stood there, posing like a model with her hands on her hips, a sexy smile on her face, and her still wet black hair pulled back. Her breasts were better than he expected them to be--big and perfectly round, with just the right size nipples for them.

Without even asking, Monica did a slow turn for him so he could get a good look at her ass. She let him get a good look at it and even wiggled it a little for his amusement. Bradley desperately wanted to reach out and grab her ass, but he resisted that temptation.

Monica turned back around to face him, giving him another long look at her tits before she thought this little game was going on long enough."

"I think that's enough for now," she said. "Remember, you promised not to tell anybody about this."

She bent down and picked up her towel. Just as she was about to cover herself up, Bradley stopped her.

"Wait," said Bradley. "I have one more offer for you."

"Another?" she asked nervously. She was starting to get a little nervous about how far this was going.

Bradley took out some more money from his pocket and placed it on the counter, just as he did before with his first offer.

"That's $300," he said. "It's all yours if you let me feel your breasts."

"Seriously?" she asked. "Three hundred just to feel me up?"

"Again, that's a lot more than what most strippers would get for the same thing."

"You can't keep using strippers as an example for any of this."

"I know, but that's the best example I can think of."

Monica had to think about this a lot longer than she did when he just offered her money to see her naked. Again, the idea of this was very thrilling; on the other hand, it was going far beyond what she originally wanted from Bradley, which was just some friendly flirting.

But she liked the idea of a man putting his hands on her. Over the last couple of years, Craig has barely wanted to touch her. Even when they had sex, he would barely touch her. She liked the idea of having her breasts fondled by a man again, even if it was for money.

"For how long?" she asked.

"Five minutes."

"No way," she said. "I'll give you one minute."

She decided that she was going to let him pay to feel her tits, but she had put a limit on how much he could do. As much fun as she was having with all of this, she didn't want it to go too far.

"Let's split the difference and say three minutes," Bradley suggested.

"I can do three minutes," she said. "But be gentle and promise me no funny business."

"I promise."

"And again, don't tell anyone about this."

"Of course not. Like I said, it will be our little secret."

Monica took the three hundred and added it to the other money she had already earned. They both agreed to use the clock on the oven as a timer to let him know when his time was up. As soon as the clock struck the next minute, Bradley reached up and grabbed Monica's tits. She was startled at first; even when she knew it was coming, it was still a sudden shock to realize that she was allowing another man to feel her tits, especially for money.

Bradley began fondling her breasts. He was getting a good feel for it without getting too rough, which was much to Monica's liking. She was nervous at first, but soon she was enjoying all of this. She liked the way Bradley was feeling her up, especially with the way he was slightly rubbing her nipples. She was starting to feel a little tingle in her pussy as this was happening to her; she hadn't been this excited to be felt up by a man in years.

"These are amazing," said Bradley.

"I'm glad you like them."

"They're so perfect. If I didn't know you already, I would say these were fake."

"I assure you, they're one hundred percent natural."

Monica looked over at the oven's clock and saw that two minutes had gone by.

"One minute left," she said. "And don't ask me to go any longer than that."

"I was thinking that," said Bradley. "But I was hoping for the last minute; maybe I can grab your ass."

"We agreed that this was for feeling my tits."

"We did, but we're basically doing the same thing, but just using the remaining time for your ass."

Monica had to think quickly about it. There wasn't much time left anyway, so she figured, why not? She also hadn't had a man grab her ass in some time.

"Ok, go for it," she said.

"Thank you."

She was about to turn around for him because she assumed that's what he wanted--to grab her ass. But instead, Bradley quickly reached around her body and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. He had to bend down a little to do this, but when he did and pulled her close, she instinctively stood on her toes. He got a good feel of her ass in his hands, massaging the butt cheeks almost the same way he had done with her breasts. Being pulled in close like this forced her breasts to be pressed hard against his chest, and their faces were now inches away from each other.

"You promised no funny business," she said.

"Its not my fault grabbing your ass like this pushes you closer to me."

Monica saw the clock change; Bradley's time was up. For a moment, she thought about letting him continue, but she realized this was going too far.

"Your time is up," she said nervously. "You can let go of my ass now."

"If that's what you want."

He let go of her ass, as she told him to do, but he didn't let her go. His arms moved up her back, and he held her for a tight hug. Monica could feel Bradley's dick get hard in his pants; it wasn't exactly aligned with her pussy, but it was close enough for her to get excited by how close it was to her like that.

"I, um... I think you should let me go," she said.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked

"Uh, yes, I think I do."

"It doesn't sound like that's what you really want."

Monica was not only nervous but incredibly scared. She wasn't scared that Bradley was going to force himself on her; she was scared that she wanted to fuck him. She was a married woman; despite everything that's been going on with her husband, she couldn't bring herself to cheat on him. Even if her marriage was going to eventually end, it wasn't going to end like this.

"Yes, I really do," she said as she pushed him away hard enough to break his grip.

She quickly picked up her towel and wrapped herself in it again.

"Listen, Monica--"

"No, you listen to me," she said, interrupting him. "I was having a little fun with you in the beginning because I wanted some attention, but it has gone too far. I think you should just take your football tickets and go."

"I'm sorry," said Bradley. "I took it too far, and I'm sorry."

"We both made mistakes. But now I think you should go."

Bradley took his football tickets and left the house without saying a word. Monica noticed the money he paid her was still on the counter. She had completely forgotten about it and now didn't know what to do about it. She figured it was no big deal to keep the money; she did earn it after all. She picked it up and walked upstairs to her bedroom, where she put the money on her dresser and then finally got dressed.

Later on, while she was getting her housework done and doing everything, she could to forget about what had happened with Bradley, she got a call from her husband.

"Hey, honey," she said. "How are you--"

"Did Bradley get the tickets?" he said.

"Um, yes, he came by to pick them up--"

"Did he give you the money for them?"

"The money?" she asked curiously.

"The $500 he offered me for those tickets. Did he give it to you?"

Monica realized what had just happened. That money Bradley had on him was supposed to go to Craig. But instead of giving it to her, he used it to take advantage of her. She didn't think about it before because Craig only said that Bradley was coming over to pick up the tickets; he said nothing about giving her money for it.

She may have let things go too far with him earlier; she admits her fault in this, but she didn't think she deserved to be taken advantage of like that. Now that she found out what he had done, she wasn't going to let him get away with it, even if it was going to get herself into some trouble with her husband.

"No, he didn't leave me any money," said Monica. "I asked if he was supposed to give me any anythting for them but he said he paid you earlier for them."

"What?" Craig yelled on the phone. "How can you be so fucking stupid?"

"He was one of your friends; I thought he was telling the truth."

"You stupid bitch!"

Monica continued to listen to her husband berate her over the phone. He was saying some incredible, hurtful things that made her tear up a little. By the end, he said he was going to have to go find Bradley and get his money. She figured there was a chance that Bradley would say something to Craig about what happened between them; the result could be that either he thinks he's lying or he will believe him. If he did believe Bradley, she was sure she could make him out to be a liar and make some outlandish story to cover his ass. But she was mostly sure he wouldn't say a word out of fear that Craig wouldn't believe him. Thinking about how the story would be told, it did sound too outlandish to believe from anybody who wasn't there, so she was confident that Bradley would keep his mouth shut and take his medicine.

Craig came home late that day and confronted Monica about the money situation in the living room. He told Monica that he had to stop by Bradley's home to get his money and had a big argument with him about it. She was worried that Bradley would say something to Craig about what they did, but to her relief, he kept quiet about it. But that didn't stop Craig from berating her for not getting the money from Bradley. He called her stupid and made a series of other hurtful insults.

"You should've known he was supposed to give you money for those tickets!" Craig yelled. "And to think tonight I was going to fuck you, but not anymore."

Monica laughed, which only incensed him more.

"What was that laugh for?"

"Like I was looking forward to you just laying on top of me and flopping around with your limp dick," she replied.

Craig didn't say anything. He just stood there with a wild look in his eyes that scared Monica, but she didn't care about it anymore.

"I've been taking care of my own orgasms for the last few years," she continued. "If you really wanted to punish me, you would insist we have sex tonight."

There was an intense moment of silence between them, worrying Monica about what was going to happen. She briefly felt a sense of relief when it looked like Craig was going to turn around and walk away, but then he took her by surprise he grabbed a heavy glass vase filled with fake roses from an end table and threw it right at her. She ducked just in time and the vase was smashed against the wall behind her, but it had just missed her and she was sure if she hadn't ducked, she would've had to go to the hospital for a serious head wound. Craig said nothing about it, just walked away, leaving Monica in the living room in disbelief of what just happened.

TWO DAYS LATER

Bradley texted Monica around noon that day to talk to her about what had happened between them. Mostly to apologize for tricking her the way he did. When Craig confronted him that day and started yelling at him, he thought that Monica had confessed about what happened between them. When he tried that trick on her, he was sure that no woman would confess something like that to their husband. Then Craig started talking about how he never gave Monica the money and then realized that Monica realized what he tried to do, kept the money for herself, and told Craig he never paid her for the tickets to get him in trouble. He was upset about it at first, but then realized that he was the one who was in the wrong and that he deserved to get in trouble with Craig like this. He sent another $500 to Craig via a cash transfer app and decided that he needed to apologize to Monica for what he had done.

He texted her, letting her know who it was and how he got her number from a mutual friend of theirs, in case she was going to ask about that. He then asked if it was alright to call her so he could apologize to her for what happened between them. She texted back, saying that if he was sincere about it, he should come to the house and apologize to her personally, and he agreed.

He showed up an hour later at her house. He rang the bell a few times, but there was no answer. He rang it a few more times and considered calling her phone, but then the door suddenly opened, and Monica was standing there, again wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her.

"Hey Bradley," she said.

"Oh, hey," he said, feeling a little confused.

"Come inside; I have coffee ready for us."

He followed her inside, staying a few steps behind her. Normally, he would be focused on how sexy she looked wearing that towel, just like he did a few days ago, but this time he was quite distracted by it. A few days ago, she was wearing that towel because he came by at the right time; this time, she was deliberately wearing it for his benefit. He tried to figure out why she was dressed like this again; the only theory he could think of was that this time she was just trying to mess with his mind for some reason.

She had two cups of hot coffee ready for them on the kitchen counter. Monica remembered how Bradley liked his coffee and made it the exact same way. They took a few sips, and he commented on how good it was, and she thanked him for it.

"So, you came here to apologize; go right ahead," she said.

"Yes, of course," he said, taking another sip of his coffee before setting it down on the counter. "I'm sorry for taking advantage of you like that."

"You tried to use my own husband's money to trick me into letting you feel me up."

"Yes, I know; it was a shitty thing to do," he said.

"And then you took it too far by trying to fuck me here in this kitchen."

"Yes, and again, I'm sorry. It wasn't my original intent to try to have sex with you. I was just playing around because after I saw you in that towel, I remembered these videos... Never mind about that... What I'm trying to say--"

"Wait, what videos are you talking about?" she asked. "And don't avoid the subject; tell me what you mean by that."

He told her these well-known YouTube videos about a guy who comes over to his friend's house to give him money that he owes him. When he saw his friends' girlfriend, or in some stories, his wife, answering the door wearing just a towel, he suddenly got the idea to offer her the money he was going to give his friend for her to drop the towel. The woman in the story drops the towel to let him see her naked, takes the money, and then the guy walks away. Later, the woman finds out that money was supposed to be given to her husband or boyfriend, and she had to give it to him and pretend like nothing happened.

He said he originally just wanted to see her naked--nothing more than that. But then he got the idea of paying her to grab her tits, and then he was so turned on by her that he couldn't help trying to see if she would cheat on her husband with him.

"So, you got the idea from some dumb videos on YouTube?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, feeling embarrassed. "I'm very sorry about that. I did a terrible thing and I deserve you telling Craig I never gave you the money and getting in trouble with him over it."

"I guess I should be grateful you didn't tell him what you did with that money," she said. "I was worried you were going to confess what we did to cover your ass."

"I already fucked up enough, I didn't want to get you into more trouble over it."

"Well, thank you for at least being that considerate," she said. "But still, aren't you supposed to be his friend? Friends don't take advantage of their friends' wives like that."

"To be honest, we're not that close of friends; more just poker buddies, really," he said. "We mostly know each other through other mutual friends."

"Do you think that makes what you tried to do any better?"

"No, it didn't," said Bradely. "It made it easier to do since he and I aren't too good of friends, but that's no excuse for what I did. I paid him his money. I don't care about the other $500 I gave you; you can keep that."

"I am keeping it," said Monica. "But you're not entirely to blame. I went with it because I wanted to have a little fun myself. You may have started it, but I also let it go too far."

"Still, I feel like an asshole about it, and I wanted to see if there was a way to make up for it."

"If you're serious about that, there is something you can do for me right now," she said.

"Of course; anything you want."

"I want to finish what we started that day."

"What do you mean by that?"

Monica put her coffee cup on the counter and then pulled down her towel. Bradely was completely stunned by this move. He just wanted to come over and apologize; he didn't expect it to go in this direction. This now explains why she was wearing that towel again.

"Wow, ok. I did not see this coming," said Bradley.

"Do you not want to fuck me?' she asked.

"Oh, no. I definitely want to," he said eagerly. "But are you sure about this? The last time I tried to have sex with you, you got scared and ordered me to leave the house."

"I'm definitely sure this time."

Monica pushed Bradley up against the kitchen counter and started kissing him. They held each other as they kissed heavily, Monica could feel his excitement growing in his pants. She then let go of the kiss, got down on her knees and began to unbuckle Bradely's belt.

"Oh my God, this is really happening. I really didn't expect this to happen when I came over today."

"I didn't either; I was just going to spend my day packing up some bags and leaving Craig," she revealed. "But then you called, and I figured I'd get what I deserved from you before I go."

"You're leaving Craig?" he asked. "Why?"

"Do you want me to get into those details now, or do you want me to suck your dick?"

"I choose you sucking my dick," he said happily.

Monica got his pants and boxers down to his ankles and was pleased to see the size of his fully erect cock. It was much bigger than her husbands, and she was getting wet just by the idea of how it would feel sucking it off. There was no hesitation as she started suckling on the foreskin as she stroked the shaft. Bradely just stood there, saying nothing, just letting her do whatever she wanted with his cock.

It wasn't long before she opened her mouth wider and took as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. Her lips were perfectly sealed around the shaft as her head began bobbing back and forth on it. Because she couldn't fit it all in her mouth, she massaged the bottom half of the shaft so he could still get the full sensation of his dick being worked on. With her free hand, she put it down her panties and began fingering her pussy; Bradly saw this and was glad she was also enjoying herself.

Bradley put his hand on the back of her head, grabbed some of her hair and made her go faster. A few times, he pushed her head down on his cock to deep throat her. He would make her gag on the cock, and each time he made her do this, he would make her chock on his cock a few seconds longer each time. At one point, he thought he was hurting her like this, but she seemed to enjoy it, so he kept going.

When Monica was done sucking his dick, she pulled it out of her mouth, and they moved over to the kitchen table. Bradley took off the rest of his clothes, and Monica quickly pushed away a couple of the chairs and sat up on the edge of the table with her legs wide open, ready for Bradley to use her. Bradely asked about protection, and she assured him she was safe, letting him assume that meant she was on birth control pills. She didn't want to bring up the fact that she can't get pregnant; it would've spoiled the mood between them.

They started kissing as they held each other tightly. Monica realized this was the first time she kissed a man after she gave him a blowjob; it made her feel extra slutty realizing this.

Bradely began fondling her body; as much as he liked doing it before, he loved it even more now. He assumed it was because she was way more into this than she was the last time they met. That time, he was taking advantage of her; now that she was more of a willing participant, it made it a lot more exciting.

Bradley began moving down her body, spending some time kissing her wonderful breasts. Monica held his head close as he sucked on her nipple; it always gave her a charge in her pussy when a man does this the right way.

Bradely moved down further until he got down on his knees. He moved his head closer to her pussy and began lashing out his tongue. Monica began breathing heavily as Bradely was working her clit with masterful precision. Unlike most men, Bradely loved going down on women and had his own techniques to give them the best oral pleasure he could offer.

Monica couldn't wait any longer; she really needed to be fucked by a real man and told him so. Bradely stood back up and brought his cock right up the opening of her pussy; he thought about teasing her with it a little but saw how excited she was and didn't want to deny her needs any longer. Monica let out a loud moan as Bradley finally pushed his dick into her pussy. It had been a long time since she had a good dick inside of her, and it felt wonderful.

She kept her hands on his shoulders for balance, while Bradely did the same by putting one hand on the table and the other on her ass. He began to fuck her hard and fast, getting her more and more wet. She was moaning louder than before as he was pounding away at her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she kept saying over and over again. "You're so much better than my limp dick husband."

Bradely was relentless, as he just kept pounding his dick as hard as he could into her pussy. He was fucking harder than he had with any other woman before Monica. Even he was surprised by how much he was giving it to her.

Soon enough, Monica screamed as her body arched back and her eyes rolled up. Bradely thought she looked like a woman being possessed but soon realized she was just going through an orgasm. He had never seen a woman look like this when he made her come and took a break from fucking her to see if she was alright.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Never better," she said, smiling.

He went back to fucking her hard, but with less intensity than before. He wanted this to last as long as possible, so he figured it was time to slow down so he wouldn't end up finishing too quickly. Monica didn't like that he slowed down like this, but she realized it was for the best.

He decided it was time to change positions, made her turn around, and bent her over the table. He grabbed her by the hips and drove his dick right back into her. He was still going slowly, but soon decided it was time to pick up the pace again. He began pounding into her like a jackhammer; her body was shaking all over from the hard fucking she was receiving. He began spanking her ass to see if she liked it, and she very much did.

"You like being spanked, slut?" he asked, then gave her ass another smack.

"Yes! Keep spanking me!" she yelled. "Punish my ass! Treat me like a whore who needs to be punished."

"Whatever you want, bitch."

Bradely got excited hearing her talk like this and began fucking her even harder and giving her the occasional hard smack on her ass.

It wasn't long before Monica let out another scream, and her body shot upward from another orgasm surging through her body. He stopped fucking her to give her a moment to relax before he resumed his performance. It was barely a couple of minutes before she got another orgasm.

A few minutes later, Bradely felt it was almost time for it all to be over. He held off another couple of minutes, trying to get as much time as he could with Monica, but he was only human and could only last so long. He shot his load right into her, and Monica could swear that she could feel every stream of his hot cum shooting into her pussy.

Bradley pulled his dick out of her and sat on the edge of the kitchen table. Monica turned around and did the same thing while trying to catch her breath. Bradely noticed the big smile on her face. It had been years since she had been this satisfied, and she had never felt better.

When they were ready, Bradley put his clothes back on, and Monica decided it was time to put on something more than just a towel. She told him she'd be right back so she could get dressed, and Bradley offered to make them more coffee while she got ready. She told him how she liked her coffee and left for her bedroom.

When she got back, she was dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt that was cut low enough on top to show some of her cleavage. When she got back to the kitchen, Bradley had their coffee ready; she sipped her coffee and was impressed that he got how she liked her coffee right on the first try. Craig could never bother making her coffee her way; he just made it his way only and eventually gave up making the coffee, saying it was her job.

Bradley said he was in the living room walking around, and he noticed the hole in the wall and asked what happened. That's when Monica told him about the argument, she and Craig had the other day about the money and how he threw the vase at her.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he was violent with you."

"That was the first time he ever did something like that," she said. "But it's also going to be the last time because I've had it with him. We've been having a rough patch the last few years, and this is the final straw. I'm working on getting a divorce; besides the evidence of emotional abuse and his violent outbursts, I also have evidence he's cheating on me after going through his emails."

"Oh, you found out about him and your cousin Bethany?" Bradley asked.

"Shit! I knew there was something going on there!" she screamed. "I found out he's fucking one of his co-workers. I'm going to have to look into Bethany as well."

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

"It's okay, you gave me more information I could use against him for the divorce. Speaking of which, I don't plan on waiting until after it's all over to start fucking around, and I want to start with his hottest friend."

"Thank you," he said, feeling flattered that she said that about him.

EPILOGUE

After Bradley left her house, Monica got dressed and fixed herself up as she resumed packing her bags. She moved into an apartment that belonged to a friend of hers, giving her a good deal on the place to sublet it while she divorced Craig.

She didn't call or text Craig about leaving him, she just left a note saying she was leaving him. Even though she left the note on the kitchen counter in plain sight, he didn't notice it until two days later and called her phone to start yelling at her. She didn't care about the yelling; all she could think about was how it took Craig two days to notice she was gone. This was just another example of how little he cares about her and their marriage.

A couple of days later, Monica finally confronted Bethany about her affair with Craig. After she confessed everything, Monica gave her a good slap across the face. Bethany wasn't mad about it because she felt she deserved it. Monica said all would be forgiven if she helped to testify about their affair and she agreed.

With the adultery and evidence of abuse, both physical and emotional, Craig's lawyers convinced him to make a settlement to avoid a long-drawn-out divorce. It took a while to convince him about it, but he eventually agreed. They tried to offer Monica the house, but she said she didn't want it, saying it held too many bad memories of marriage to Craig. This was a big relief to Craig; but that went away quickly when he saw how much he would have to pay in alimony. He also had to buy her a brand new car and pay her rent for as long as she was still subletting her friend's apartment and for any new apartment she would get after the subletting was over.

The divorce was finalized in less than six months, which made Monica very happy because her lawyer said it could take up to a year or more. Apparently, with the evidence against him, Craig just wanted to give her whatever she wanted and get it over with as much as she did.

During that time, she continued to see Bradley on the side. They had to keep it secret because her lawyer was afraid that Craig's lawyer would try to use it against them. After the divorce, Bradely wanted a real relationship with her besides what they only had in the bedroom, but Monica didn't want that. As much as she liked Bradley, she didn't see much about him to start a relationship.

"I don't see why not," said Bradley. "It's been three months since your divorce, you're in the clear."

Bradley was sitting up in bed, with the lower half of his naked body covered. Monica had just spent the night with him and as soon as she woke up, she said she just wanted to wash up and leave. He was trying to have a talk with her about finally doing more than just having sex. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he was falling for her. Monica suspected he was starting to have feelings for her, but she just didn't feel the same way he did.

"I'm sorry, Bradley, I just don't want to get into another committed relationship right now," she said as she had just gotten her underwear on.

"I'm just talking about dinner, that's all."

"We can order in next time we visit each other."

Monica had just gotten her pants on and was now looking for her shirt that got flung around the room somewhere when Bradely took it off of her last night and threw it somewhere. So, she was now roaming around his bedroom wearing just her pants and a bra as a top, something that Bradely couldn't help thinking was a sexy sight to see. She had trouble finding that shirt because his bedroom was messy, much like a frat boy's dorm.

"I'm just asking for a little more than what we do," said Bradley.

Monica had just found her shirt, which was hiding behind the dresser. She was relieved to find it and put it on very fast because she was in a hurry to get out of that apartment.

"Bradley, I think we should stop seeing each other," she said as she grabbed her purse.

"What?" He asked, very surprised.

"You obviously want more out of this relationship and I can't have that right now."

"Forget it then, we can just keep having sex with no strings attached," he said, pleading with her.

"Also, I find you very immature; I mean, just look at your room," she said, waving her arms around the place. "I should've known this from back when you did that towel trick on me, but back then I was seeking attention because I was neglected and lonely and feeling bad for myself. Now that I'm a free woman, I have more confidence and I want to get out more. By that, I mean I want to have sex with other men besides you."

"Oh, I see," he said, feeling very disappointed.

"But I will leave you with a parting gift," she said.

She found a pen and paper on his nightstand after moving away some other junk he had there. She looked up a number on her cell, wrote it down and handed the piece of paper to Bradley.

"This is my cousin Bethany's number," she said. "She's kind of a slut, but she's more your type than I am."

"Bethany?" he asked, shocked to hear that name again.

"She and I made up," said Monica. "Do you want the number or not?"

Bradley nodded and took the number from her. He figured if this was over with Monica, he might as well get some action from Bethany. He had seen pictures of her from when Craig used to brag about banging her on the side and remembered how incredibly hot she was.

"Does she know you're giving me her number?" He asked.

"Yeah, I showed her a picture of you and asked if she could take you off my hands and she was all for it," said Monica. "I just wanted to have one last night with you before I gave you, her number."

"Thanks," he said with a large smile.

They said their goodbyes and she left his apartment. A few hours later, Bradley called Bethany and they agreed to meet each other later. Bradely was initially upset that Monica ended things, but it turned out to be a great thing as he and Bethany found a real connection. In the beginning, it was all just sex, but when they got to know each other in between, they began to fall for each other. They started dating and, several months later, moved in with each other. Craig wasn't too happy that his old side chick was now in a relationship with one of his old poker buddies, but by then Craig was out of those poker games because everyone had enough of his bad behavior, so it didn't matter since he was never going to see him again.

Monica had a lot of fun the next few years, sleeping with as many men as possible. She did date them, but mostly she just wanted to get their pants off, which they were more than happy to do for her. Eventually, she did meet a good man who she liked and settled down with him. His name was James, and he was a widower for the last several years. He almost gave up on the idea of ever finding love again until he met Monica. They got married in a beautiful ceremony, and she enjoyed her life as a stepmother to three wonderful young ladies.