Oral Isn't Cheating 07: Young Blood

"Oral Isn't Cheating 07: Young Blood"...

[In the previous chapters of this story, I described how my beautiful, buxom wife Cassie and I watched recordings of the 4 blowjobs she gave to our neighbor George's ten-inch dick in exchange for renting us his gigantic house on the cheap. To preserve our marriage, pregnant Cassie has agreed to be my "love slave" and engage in threesomes with me and other women, and to confess the details of her many other oral infidelities to me. She's just finished telling me about using her oral skills to get a "work from home" gig and to help me out of some legal troubles. Now she wants "make-up sex".]

Cassie: "Aw, C'mon Master! Fuck my sopping wet pussy first! Please? Straight girls need COCK! If you don't fuck me soon, I might run off with Jeri tomorrow if she straps one on! Heehee!" [long pause] "Kidding! That was a joke! I love you, Rand. Say it back... PLEASE! I feel... so neglected. Are you doing this on purpose? Is this "no-fucking Cassie" thing a punishment? If it is, OK; but I seriously don't know how long I can go without your big boner in me. Can't we just put the tip in? Just the tippy-tip? Please? A little?" [spreading her legs]

Me: "No. No fucking tonight. Tomorrow, I'll fuck Jeri, then maybe you, if you behave, if you please me, AND our sweet little Bi-Blonde guest, then maybe. If you make out with her and suck her tits and slurp my jizz out of her pussy, then maybe I'll fuck you too. Maybe. If I deem your conniving little whore cunt worthy of my magic hammer."

Cassie: [bowing down in supplication on her knees with her hands flat on the floor in front of her] "Yes Master! I live to serve my Master! I WILL please you and then I want you to swing Mjolnir and smash Cassie's tight coochie! HARD! And we ARE fucking Jeri tomorrow? YES! SWEET! I was afraid you were getting soft on me, Randy Romeo. Can't wait to suck your man milk out of her bald snatch. And then you'll fuck ME too! Hey, know what the best thing about being pregnant is? You can't get pregnant!!! This is gonna be GREAT! Party time in Cassie's pussy!!! Woo-hoo!"

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #1

"Tell Mama" - Janis Joplin

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... That She's The Mother I'd Like To Fuck... Again")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:00am

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Cassie is lying on the bed, on her stomach, butt naked with her head up, looking at me. Her legs are up, and her feet are doing a happy dance in the air.

Cassie: "So, Jeri's back on the menu for tomorrow? GREAT! And we're waiting to hear back from Big-Titted Tiffany. And you'll hit up Rhonda the office MILF on Tuesday... pretty good start to our "harem"! They're all foxy ladies. Which one are you most excited about?"

Me: "Well, to be honest... Rhonda."

Cassie: "Really? But she's like in her forties, isn't she? And kinda" [inflates her cheeks] "fat. I mean, that's cool, not body-shaming or anything. I'll be fat too soon." [rolls over and caresses her belly] "You like 'em old and chubby, eh? That's good news for me, cause after pushing out a passel of Baby Rand's and Little Cassie's, I'll look a lot like Rhonda! Heehee!"

Me: "You already look alike! I mean, when she was younger, she looked like you a bit. One of the reasons I like her. She reminds me of you, just older. And she's not "fat", just... thick."

Cassie: "Hm. I see. How do you know what she looked like, way back when?"

Me: "Oh. Uh... she has a photo of herself on her desk. With her husband, on their wedding day. See? I took a picture of it. To show you the resemblance." [I find the pic on my phone]

Cassie: "Oh! Hmm. OK. yeah, a little, I guess. I love her hair! Should I go red? And are they still together? That might be weird... if you" [moves her finger in and out of her hand]

Me: "Yeah, they're together, but they're swingers. She's flirty. Always giving compliments, telling me I look good. She likes me. So, I guess I'll hint to her that I'm available."

Cassie: "Wow! You never told me that! You said she's nice and a MILF, but you didn't tell me she's a swinger! Naughty boy! Heehee! That fat old bitch wants your big hard cock!"

Me: "C'mon, you know I would never. But now I need to, so we're both cheaters. Adulterers."

Cassie: "I know, babe. You have to get that pussy! You're addicted to lovin', just like me. And make sure to tell me all about it after. Hurt me. Make me feel what you felt. I want to be jealous! Infidelity is FUN! Adultery is HOT! Heehee! I'll be so proud and happy when you tell me of your conquests. I want that kind of honesty. So... I should be honest with you right now. I know who Rhonda is. I figured it out a while ago. She's MamaMILF. The Mother of all MILF's. The Hypersexual Intellectual. Your first love."

Me: "Fuck! Cassie... How did you guess?"

Cassie: "Elementary, dear Odinson! Not a guess. Deductive reasoning. Nympho-Braniac, remember?" [taps her forehead] "At first, it was just a "female intuition" thing. You told me that a woman named Rhonda worked with you. I remembered how when we started dating, "Help Me Rhonda" was one of the few oldies you knew all the words to. And a long time ago, you kinda let it slip that you once dated a gal named Rhonda, but you didn't tell me much else about her. And you usually LOVE telling me all about the hot women you've romanced. And Rhonda's not a common name. So, I Googled your work mom. Saw her social media. Saw she had a son. Saw you and her son were Facebook friends with some of the same people. And I knew MamaMILF was the mother of one of your old buddies. So, I just put two and two together and got... "you fucked her". Heehee! At the tender age of Twenty! You screwed that married busty slut. Cream-pied her. Boobie-bonked her. Made it with her face. Stuck it up her pooping shaft too. Even hog-tied her a few times, right? I've heard all the stories. You two were having an honest-to-goodness tawdry love affair."

Me: "That's amazing. You're like a detective! But Spaulding... I mean Wilson, is her stepson, not her son. And Rhonda had an open marriage, so it wasn't an actual "affair". She had permission. For oral anyway. Like you and your friends say "Oral Isn't Cheating", right? It went past oral sex though, of course. We did just about everything. She taught me many things. About sex. Relationships. Love. And... heartbreak. I hadn't spoken to her since we split. It was pure coincidence that we ended up working together. I did tell you everything about our time together. Except for her name. She made me swear to never tell anyone. So, I fudged some of the details, to protect her secret identity."

Cassie: "I know. We both kept secrets. But you can stop pretending now. Tell me. Tell me about how she seduced young Rand, the sweet innocent college student."

Me: "OK. But I'm fucking tired. And look what you did! It's hard again. I wanted to save my spunk for Jeri, but I feel my balls churning. Gonna be hard to sleep like this, so I think you need to make Master orgasm all over you before bed. So come do your "blow" job, slave."

Cassie: "Yes Sir! Did my stories make you fill up down there again? Hmmm... I like that. You can tell me about meeting the MILF for the first time, while I empty your sagging ball sack."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #2

"Little Sister" - Elvis Presley

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Two Girls For Every Boy")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:10am

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Me: "OK. Put this pacifier in your mouth and I'll tell you a bedtime story."

Cassie obeys, licks the shaft of my penis, then deep throats my dick all the down, then repeats the process, again and again and again. I start my "MamaMILF" story, telling it the same way I've been telling it for years now, which is not exactly the truth, but close enough.

Me: "Ah. OK. Let's see... Rhonda's stepson, Spaulding... I mean WILSON! He was a friend of a friend. Went to my college freshman year. We hung out a few times, in a... group. Played softball, volleyball, stuff like that. His parents were rich, so he had lots of parties. And at one of his pool parties, I met his two cousins, Dian and Karin. Both cute. Dian, the younger one, was really pretty. Gorgeous. She reminded me of Kim Catrall. Kinda. A YOUNG Kim Catrall, like from Porky's. Remember? They called her "Lassie". Anyway, she was looking at me. And her older sister, Karin, looked a little like Jennifer Love Hewitt, but without the big boobs. Karin comes over and says "Hey Rand, let's go down to the surf room. My little sister thinks you're cute. And she's legal. Eighteen and a half." and I was like "Huh? Fuck yeah!". So, Karin, Dian and I go to the basement bar. It's a finished basement, with a couch, and a bathroom, and a couple of doors that I figured were closets. There are surfboards hanging on the walls and a big "Surf City" sign over the bar. Found out later, the dad is big into water sports. Like he's CEO of a big sporting equipment company."

"So, we're all wearing swimsuits. Dian has a black one piece on, Karin's in a red bikini and I'm wearing blue trunks; no shirt. We're talking, laughing, goofing around, then Karin says "Hey, I heard you fucked Kimber. Zat so?". And I froze. Kimber told me to never tell anyone that we fucked. So, I said "Nope. Not me. We're just friends." And Karin and Dian laughed. Karin said "Haw-haw! She told us all about it! And that she told you to never tell. So, you can keep a secret? And you're single right? No girl? That's real good cause... Lady Dian's never sucked a cock. And she wants to blow you here, now, before she leaves for college tomorrow. You cool with keeping that secret too? You wanna fuck her sweet cherry mouth today?". So, I'm like "Hell Yeah!" I smile, nod and kiss Dian's perfect full lips. Karin pops in a CD, and "Bustin' Surfboards" by The Tornadoes starts to play. You know, from Pulp Fiction. Karin touches my shoulder and says "Haw-haw! Cool song. Hey Rand, we both like you. So, what do you do when two girls like the same guy?"

"And I say "Share him?" and then Karin kisses me. And Dian kisses my neck and shoulders and chest. Then she's licking my nipples. Very fucking hot. Then Dian and I kiss again, and Karin is nibbling my neck and rubbing my crotch, saying "Dian, do this. Rub his dick like this. Let him know you're down to suck. And swallow! Haw-haw!"

"Dian said "Ooo, Like this? Through his pants?". She made that sound. A lot. "Ooo". So I asked her "You ever give a guy a handjob?" and Dian says "Just once. He made me do it. At first. Then I liked it. But I wouldn't suck him cause I was afraid of the sperm in my mouth. I heard it tastes funny. But Karin told me that she LIKES that taste, and since we're sisters, I might like it to! So, after her boyfriend "fucked" her, in her... here," (she pointed to her vag) "Karin let me taste some of the stuff that was in the condom. And... Ooo! I did like it!". And then Karin said "Yeah, she got scared that first time, so that's why this time, we're gonna do it together. Strength in numbers, right, sis? Haw-haw! Two mouths are better than one!"

"And Dian says "Right! Should I take it out now? OK, here goes! WOW! LOOK! Kimber was right! It's a big one!". Not bragging, Cassie! That's exactly what she said. Karin agreed and then said "We should take off our tops and let him get some titty action!" so both girls stood before me and Dian peeled down the top of one-piece and Karin dropped her bikini top and they had nice titties. Like almost identical titties! Small but fucking perky and pointy. They showed them off for a little, then we kissed a little more, one then the other. I sat on the couch and the girls kneeled on either side of me. Karin gave instructions while lowering her head into my lap. "Now, this is how it's done. Hold the base and his balls with one hand and then after a few licks like this, mm, mm, put his dick in your mouth. Just like this. Ah. Hm. Mm. Now you try. Yeah, that's right. Bob your head up and down. Make some mmm noises, too. Let him know you're enjoying it. He'll really like you if you do that. Makes 'em come real hard too. You wanna make him shoot the cum out, not dribble it." Dian takes my prick out of her mouth and repeats "OK, Shoot it, not dribble. Got it. Watch me! Are you watching? MmMm!" Then Karin brings her tit to my lips and says "Yes, we're watching. You like to be watched, don't you, sis? You're doing real good. Suck, slow, steady, but not too hard." And I have no idea if Karin is talking to me or Dian, but I suck that little tit, slow and steady, but not too hard. And Dian's moving her pretty head up and down on my dick as instructed."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #3

"Family Affair" - Sly And The Family Stone (1971)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Sibling Ribaldry")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:15am

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"And Karin said "Yeah, that's it! It's fun, right? And if you give a guy head on the first date, you can see whether he has a big dick or not, and you can see if he can last a long time. So, you don't get stuck wasting time dating a micro-penis, or a two-pump chump." Aha-ha!"

"And Dian pulled up her bobbing head "Check. No micro-penis. No two-pump chumps. Got it." And she made the OK sign with her hand and said "Watch this, Rand! WATCH! Hehehe. Mm! MMM!" Then Karin says "Rand! Put your hand on her head! Stroke her hair while she blows you. And tell us when you're gonna come, dude! Tell us. Oh. Tell us. Oh. That feels good..." then she kissed me. I slid a hand down to her ass, squeezed and then maneuvered towards her pussy. And Karin says "Don't finger me! I have a boyfriend. Oral Isn't Cheating, but finger fucking is! You hear that, Di? When you get a boyfriend, you can suck off other guys, but don't let 'em get to third base. And definitely no home run!". So, I moved my hand back to her firm ass cheek. Then Dian took my dick out of her mouth again and repeated "Got it! If boyfriend; suck, cause Oral Isn't Cheating. But... no fingers. Understood! Mmm."

"Then Karin whispered in my ear "Unless he's real cute, like Rand!" And she laughed as she guided my hand back under her bikini bottoms and to her pussy. As I pushed my finger into it, I felt Dian really getting into it, like breathing hard and pumping hard with her hand and I felt that feeling, the warmth, the pressure, the building, the liquid, the pulsing, the surge. And I yelled "Almost there! Yeah, yeah! I'm gonna come! Uh Uh Uh!" and I look Karin in the eye and she's smiling wide and she says "Oh, Oh, you are SO cute!" and kisses me as I explode into Lady Dian's mouth. Dian tries, but she can't handle all that guy gravy. She's sputtering a bit. She lifts her head off my cock and Karin, quick as flash, drops her head and slides my pole into her mouth to enjoy the final drops of my milk."

"Then those two sluts start giggling... and kissing! And I was like, fuck yeah! But why didn't you two do that BEFORE I blew my load? Karin asked Dian how she liked giving head. Dian said "Ooo, you were right! Sucking cock is fun! I wish we had time to suck another! You two could watch me do it! Ooo!". Then Karin said "Just wait till college! You can suck a different dick every day if you want! Or more than one! My record's eight. It was at a frat party. That's how I got into my sorority. We all did it. It's a tradition. But I hold the house record! Eight loads! That's how I met my last boyfriend. He was number eight. But I dumped his sorry ass for my new guy. He's got a big dick and a cool car! He can go all night! Haw-haw!"

"And Dian said "Ooo WOW! Eight dicks? You're amazing, sis! I hope I get in that sorority! It's such a great tradition. I can't wait to have a bunch of guys use my mouth like that! And all the sorority sisters watch, right? NEATO!" then Karin looked at me and laughed "Uh Huh! That's my sis! She sucks one cock and all of a sudden, she's Little Oral Annie! Well... Bye, Rand! We have to go! It was nice blowin' ya!" and Dian kissed my cheek and said "Bye! I'll always remember that you were my first! Ooo, Ooo, Oodles of Toodles!". And as they walk away, arm in arm, I hear Karin say "One down, one to blow! Haw-haw!"

"And they left me, with my sticky flaccid dick hanging out like a sleepy one-eyed snake."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #4

"Then She Kissed Me" - KISS (1977)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Aunt's In Her Tight Pants")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:20am

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"I pull my shorts up and go to the bathroom, you know, to compose myself, and wash Karin's pussy off my fingers. And when I'm done, I open the door and... there's this woman standing there. She's good looking; huge tits; hourglass figure; wearing tight fucking jeans and an even tighter "World's Greatest Mom" t-shirt. I think she was about 31 at the time, about 11 years older than me. It's Rhonda, MamaMILF, the Hypersexual Intellectual. She's got one hand on her hip and a copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover in the other, and she says "I saw everything, Youngblood. That door over there? That's my office. I saw. YOU. And my two nieces.". And I was like "Uhhm. We, uh, they, uh..." and then she says "You're quite the stud, blondie. You're not going to tell anyone about that little orgy, are you handsome? Good. You don't kiss and tell, right? That's really good. Ever read this book? Think you can handle three ladies in one day?" and I was like... "Uhmm, Yes, I think I can". And then... she kissed me."

After hearing that, Cassie stops her sucking and climbs up my sitting body, until her eyes are level with mine. She whispers on my lips "She kissed you?" and she breathes her warm breath into my mouth and says "Like this?" and she gives me the best, most wonderful kiss I'd ever had. I can feel her love for me pouring out of her mouth and into mine. Her tongue deposits saliva onto my tongue; it tastes like raindrops from Heaven. Her lips melt into my lips like sweet butter. I hold onto her. I want that kiss to last forever. I feel her silky soft skin. I feel the curve of her hips. I feel her hard nipples brush against my chest. I feel her wet pussy on my leg, inching its way towards my penis, tenderly brushing the tip of my cock, longing to slip it into her. I nearly come, then and there.

Me: [flustered but trying to hide it] "Yes, just... like that. Only... better."

Cassie pouts. She looks like she's going to cry. I push her head back down to my crotch and tell her, "Don't make me come until the story's over." She replies "Yes, Master. I am... an expert sucker. Maybe I'm not as good as prancy-wancy fancy-pants Ms. Rhonda, but... I'll make you explode and swallow your entire load! To show you how grateful I am for your forgiveness! Or you can shoot it up my ass again, Butt Buster! Anything for you. Anything."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #5

"Two Faces Have I" - Lou Christie (1963)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Abstract Sex-Pressionism")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:25am

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Me: "Anything? Then I'm gonna cum on your face again, I think. I own you, right? It's my face now. Then, maybe I'll pee on you again. Aha-ha!"

I want to throw her on the bed and fuck her super sexy pussy until I flood it with the white-hot semen that's boiling in my aching balls. But I resist. Any vaginal intercourse with my slut wife has to wait until after I watch Cassie watching me fuck Jeri tomorrow.

Cassie: [puzzled and a little unhappy, I think] "OK. If that's what you want. Master. Do to me what you will. My face is all yours. It's your blank canvas. GO Jackson Pollock on it!"

Me: "Yeah. Good. I haven't really sufficiently punished you for the other "incidents". I should ass-fuck you but I'm kinda tired. This is exhausting. Hey, I was wondering... since I'm your "master", it means I can do anything I want, right? So, what if I wanted to fart in bed?" [laughing at her surprise] "Or during... you know."

Cassie smiles at me, so sweetly, and says "Then I'll hold my nose while I suck you."

Me: "What if I want to yawn without covering my mouth?" [one of Cassie's pet peeves]

Cassie: [still smiling] "Hmmmmm, well, I hope you wouldn't want to yawn while I'm blowing you, but if you do, then I'll just close my eyes, dear tired Master."

Me: "Well, what if I want you to... stick your finger up my ass while you're blowing me, like that cop wanted? Aha-ha!" [something Rhonda did to me once]

Cassie: "You want me to? OK, I'll do it! Here! I bought some condoms this morning, in case Jeri wants you to wear one. They're the lubricated kind. I'll put one on my finger. There. OK. Heehee! I get to ass-fuck you now!" [holding her rubbered index finger up in the air]

Me: "Hey! Hey! No! Wait! I was just asking about it to see what you'd say! No! Don't! HEY! C'mon Cassie, stop! Aha-ha! OK, OK! Oh SHIT! Easy! Aha-ha! OK... just take it slow. OK?"

Cassie slides her condom clad index finger up my anus and she's rubbing my prostate gland while sucking my balls and my dick. And she's giggling her head off.

Cassie: "Say it! Say you like it! It's OK, Master; we're sex addicts! We like to be freaky!"

Me: "Ok, Ok, I admit that... it actually feels... kinda... OK. Not... terrible..."

Cassie: "See? Finish the story, butt-boy!" [Cassie pumps my dick while sucking the head]

Me: "The story? I... I can't... I'm gonna... FUCK, I'm gonna... Uh Uh Uh!!!"

I grab my dick and pull it out of Cassie's velveteen mouth, then spew my goo all over her happy smiling laughing face. I don't think I've ever blown a bigger load. Cassie accepts my gift of hot cum ropes with grace, and sheer joy, despite rarely liking messy facials.

Cassie: "WHEW! Holy... SHIT! HeeHee! MM! You're the Master Blaster, Master! You fucking rule Spurter Town, dude! That was like two Peter Norths! Maybe more! I'm fucking covered! Frosted! GLAZED! Aye-yi-yi! I wish Jeri was here to help lick up this mess! Heehee! Kiss me, Master! Please! Please! Mmmmmm!" [Cassie licks her cum-covered lips lasciviously, and pulls the dirty condom off her finger and wraps it in a tissue, then puckers up at me]

I very gingerly, very carefully, find a cum-less spot on her cheek and kiss it, but Cassie grabs my face and plants a wet sticky smooch on me. I feel so good after unloading on her, that I don't resist. We kiss, making out, laughing, as the warm jizz gets smeared all over us.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #6

"Golden Slumbers" - The Beatles (1969)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Off To Never Never Land")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 02:35am

Me: "Let's take a shower, babe. It's after two. Aren't you tired?" [entering the shower stall]

Cassie: "Nah, I feel like a spring chicken! But we should wash this love lotion off, before it dries. And you owe me a golden shower too. Rinse me off with your sweet urine."

Me: "Oh yeah! OK, assume the position... and, here it comes! Yeah, you like that don't you, bitch?" [as I pee on her face, in her hair and into her mouth]

Cassie: "Yes, Master! I like it! I like being your toilet! I'm a potty-mouth! Heehee! I wonder if Jeri likes this? Getting a hot Golden Shower?"

Me: "You want me to piss on Jeri too? Why?"

Cassie: [squeezing the pee out of her hair] "Well, she tried to seduce you! She deserves some punishing too... but I did suck her man's big boner while she was just a few feet away, so I guess we're even. Oh, um, maybe I shouldn't have said that... about the boner."

Me: "No. It's OK. I'm... numb to that, to all of it, now. Or maybe I'm just exhausted. Now, let's shower. Here, let me soap you up. God, your fucking tits are so big! And they feel great all soaped up and slippery like this. I really can't blame any man for wanting to get with you, for lusting after you. You're fucking hot, Cassie. But from now on, you listen to me, right? You do what you're told, right? And never... ever... say "no" to me. Ever. Understand?"

Cassie: [as she slides her hand around to wash my ass] "Yes. I understand. Never will I ever. I'll do what I'm told. Is this OK? I liked sticking my finger up there! Never thought I'd like ass-play, but I do! I think you liked it too! Can I do it again? I'll be soooo gentle. Heehee!"

Cassie wiggles her naked finger into my butthole, so I of course do the same to her. We kiss while playing with each other's asses in the shower. As if the night couldn't get any weirder.

After we thoroughly wash off and rinse off and dry off, and brush our teeth standing next to each other, playfully competing for the bathroom sink, I go to bed, stark naked. Cassie stays up a bit longer to blow dry her lustrous locks, and when she eventually climbs into our king-size bed, I'm half asleep. She whispers "Rand, finish the story!", but I cannot. So, Cassie curls up next to me and I fall into slumberland with my lady's sweet breath gently skating across my shoulder.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #7

"Morning Has Broken" - Cat Stevens (1971)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Bright Bright Sun-Shiny Day")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 06:30am

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I wake up around 6:30am. Cassie's still sleeping and that's perfect.

I slept less than four hours last night, but I don't care. I have shit to do.

Cassie sucks (in more ways than one, Aha-ha). I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust her again or to look at her the same way. I want, I NEED, some satisfactory form of payback, of retribution, somehow, someway. I need to DO something. To get EVEN. With her AND George. I need this bad feeling, this humiliation and HURT to subside.

I take a few minutes to admire her. Cassie is human. Cassie is divine. Cassie is divinely human, in every way. The bed sheet is clinging to her fine form, making me want to touch her, to caress the curve of her hip, and grasp her soft, wonderful breast.

But instead, I wash up, gulp down some instant coffee, some juice, and my daily dose of vitamins and supplements, dress in my sweats, pack a bag, leave Cassie a brief note ("Headed for the gym. Be back soon.") and I split. I need to work off some of this stress and aggravation before I "commit adultery" tonight. Before Cassie and I are unfaithful to each other, together, with Jeri. I'm excited for it, of course, but I just feel like Cassie is getting off easy somehow. I look out the window. No George in sight. His car is still gone. Good.

Outside, it's a beautiful, bright day and last night's rain left us a rainbow. A sign, perhaps? That song is in my head again... "I Can See Clearly Now...". I'm OK, considering my wife kept me up all night with filthy stories of her blowing guy after guy after guy; and guy after guy after guy squeezing and sucking her big bouncy tits; and guy after guy after guy kissing her sweet soft lips. I'm tired, shaken, but... I'm going to fuck some other women soon. Then I'm going to be the cheater, the slut, the dirty storyteller. Don't know if that's going to help the situation, but I really don't fucking care anymore, I guess.

On my drive, I remember a crazy dream I had last night (I think my subconscious is trying to process the insanity of the last few days). I dreamt that Cassie and I were skating. And the ice cracked. My legs went into the pond; JUST my legs. They sank down deep to the bottom, but the rest of me was still above the surface. And instead of falling into the chilly water, Cassie fell UP, into the air. I was able to wrap my arms around her; to keep her from floating away. Then Cassie pulled me up into the air with her, but my legs stayed in the pond. I was stretched out! But we saved each other; I prevented her from drifting away. She stopped me from sinking. People were looking at us; screaming at us and laughing too. Then we started fucking; with my feet on the ground and her high up in the clouds. Then Jeri glided down to us in a purple parachute. Dreams are weird.

I reach our local gym. It's closed. Burst pipe or something. It's a big chain gym, with many locations, all over the state, so I go to the nearest one, about ten minutes away.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #8

"Mother's Little Helper" - The Rolling Stones (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... Is Not So Little... Down There")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 07:10am

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During my work out there, my mind isn't on Cassie. I think of Rhonda, the incredible woman I once loved and that I now work with. The woman I swore to never tell anyone about. I think about how we met, how we became lovers, how it all ended. The real story, not the bullshit version I tell Cassie, where Rhonda's a horny slut in an open marriage.

As I run on the treadmill, to get my blood pumping and head cleared, I think of that summer day, a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday. Rhonda's stepson Wilson, a friend of my friend, Xaviar, invited me to a party at their house. Wilson's family was RICH. And he kind of an asshole. But he loved volleyball, and I was great at volleyball, hence the invite. That's where his cousins Karin and Dian propositioned me and took turns sucking my dick in the "Surf City" room in their basement. All that was true. But Wilson's stepmom, Rhonda, didn't grab and kiss me wildly like that. I didn't even meet her until later in the day. And we had much more than just a torrid, passionate, sexual relationship. We were in love. Madly.

Wilson had flunked out of our school and was about to start at a new college. After the party, his father was going to drive him six hours to the campus, to move him in. I was one of the last people to leave the shindig, because I was trying to get his drop-dead gorgeous cousin Dian's number. I was smitten with that little kitten and her college was just a few miles from mine. So I thought maybe we could hook up sometime. Her bubblegum, sugarplum, girl next door cuteness had me interested in seeing if her second blowjob would be as crazy hot as the first one. And maybe her sister would be into joining in again?

Aha-ha! I had to try.

So, I hung around after almost everyone except Wilson's family had left. I even gave Wilson and his dad a hand loading their SUV for the trip. Asswipe Wilson ordered me around like I was the hired help. His dad called me "Ron" even after I corrected him. Dian and Karin just laughed when I asked for their numbers. I heard Karin whisper "Of course he wants to date US! He's broke and We're Rich! C'mon, sis, let's not keep my guy waiting!".

So, I'm good enough to suck off at a party but not good enough to date? I felt used. I wanted to scream "HEY EVERYBODY! THEY BOTH SUCKED MY DICK AND THEN MADE OUT WITH EACH OTHER! MY POOR-MAN JIZZ IS IN THEIR BELLIES RIGHT NOW, YOU STUPID RICH FUCKS!". But I didn't. I had promised to keep their secret, so I kept their secret. I headed to my shitty old car, to get the hell out of there, thinking "well, at least I ate their food and drank their booze. And Wilson's shit at volleyball". But then the dad grabs my arm and says "Hey Ron, here's twenty bucks, for loading the car. And there's a fifty in it for you, if you would help my wife clean up the party stuff from the yard. See, our maid's got the flu or something and I figured you could use some extra cash."

So, I agreed to help Wilson's stepmom clean up, while Wilson (named for The Beach Boys' Brian Wilson), his kid sister, little Wendy (Rhonda's young daughter with Wilson's dad; named for The Beach Boys' song), and their dad drove off to Wilson's party school so he could join a frat and play Animal House for four years (he was definitely the Bluto type). His dad was right though; I could use some extra cash. I was flat broke, as usual.

Then I saw Dian and Karin get into a car. And... I know that car! It's Xaviar's! My friend Xaviar is... Karin's boyfriend! SHIT! I just let my friend's gal suck my dick. And I fingered her snatch! I quickly abscond to the backyard, so he wouldn't see me. I felt bad for my buddy, but it's not my fault that Karin's a horny little cheating slut.

I saw Wilson's stepmom, tidying up and I walked over to introduce myself. When she turned around, the first thing I noticed was her hourglass figure and her massive mommy milkers. Her heavy heaving hanging hooters. Her big bodacious boobies. Homina, Homina, Homina!

The woman was stacked!

The next thing I noticed was that she was beautiful. She looked like Jennifer Connelly, or Ana De Armas. Dark hair with blonde highlights, bright shining hazel eyes, a lovely, sweet smile, and a playful sing-song voice. She was a little thick, but in a sexy "mom bod" way. And she was nothing like the other members of her family I had met; she was NICE.

We worked together, cleaning up, until it got a bit dark out, then she invited me in, to pay me. She offered me a beer and more food and poured herself some wine. "Please eat! My husband and kids will be gone for weeks! This will all go to waste. Take some home for your parents, if you want! Please, you'd be doing me a favor!" she said.

I hung out a bit longer and we ate and drank and talked. About my school, my studies, my family, my love life. Turns out she used to live in our neighborhood. She told me that I was very mature for my age. She complemented me, flattered me. And we talked about books. Rhonda loves books and reading. She told me she was currently reading "Lady Chatterley's Lover". I had never read it, so I had no idea what she may have been hinting at.

Then she smiled wryly at me and asked a crazy question "Hey Rand, I need to ask you something. Did my nieces... perform oral sex on you in our basement?".

I froze. Just for a few seconds. Then I laughed. "What? No, they just showed me the surf stuff. We were just talking. They're your nieces? I didn't know. They're really nice, really cool, but no, there was nothing going on, nothing like that, just talking; joking around."

She said "You're a real gentleman, to protect them like that. Better than they deserve. But I was in my basement office. I heard every word! I'm not mad. You didn't do anything wrong. But those girls are trouble, so watch out. I... haha... even heard their comments about how big you are... down there!" [Rhonda winked and pointed to my crotch]

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #9

"Mama Told Me (Not to Come)" - Three Dog Night (1970)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... (In Her Pussy, But I Did)")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 07:15am

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Well, I was freaked. But she seemed pretty chill about the whole thing. Then she asked me another question, in a more serious tone... "Rand, if I told you something private, would you keep it secret? Keep MY secret? Promise never to tell anyone, ever? I have no one I can confide in and it's tearing me up inside."

As I saw her eyes tear up, I swore to keep her secret. I was afraid she was going to tell me something bad, like that she was sick, dying. I know I'm not the best listener, but at that moment, she had my full attention.

"Rand," she said "My husband has been cheating on me. With my niece, Karin".

WOW! Holy Shit! Didn't see that coming.

Rhonda: "He... she... they... have been doing it for a while. He knows that I know, but she doesn't. He said it's only oral and "Oral Isn't Cheating". Have you ever heard such bullshit! That was his excuse! He sticks his thing in my sister's twenty-one-year-old kid's mouth, and he says it's not cheating. And Karin, that thieving little bitch, she stole my birth control pills today! She plans on fucking him! I told my husband that I want a divorce, and he tells me "No". He says we should stay together and have an "open" marriage. He tells me to... give someone, some guy a... you know, a Blowjob. And then we'd be even-steven."

Me: [after a stunned silence, yet with a strange satisfaction that these rich people are so fucked up] "So, what are you going to do?"

Rhonda: [staring at me intently] "I going to... Seduce You."

Rhonda got up from the table and walked over to me slowly.

Rhonda: "I saw you looking at me, Rand. And... I like you. I feel comfortable with you. I'm not too old for you, am I? And you don't have a girlfriend, right? I heard you tell Karin that. I can just... do it to you. If you want. You can just sit on the couch, and I'll do everything. You can even watch porn on your phone if you want. If I'm not good enough, I mean."

She wiped away tears as she said this and I stammered "No, you're not old... you're really pretty... I mean, I think you're... sexy, I mean really, uh, attractive, you're... hhmm".

That's when she leaned down and kissed me. Then she led me by the hand to the couch. We kissed more and she sat me down and unbuckled my pants. She wouldn't look at me. And she didn't look happy.

But she got my dick out. It was quite hard and ready for action from all the kissing. She said "Wow. It Is Very Big! Can I... just jerk you off first? I mean it was in "her" mouth just a few hours ago! I'll show you my breasts, if you want. You can touch them. OK? I'll give you the blowjob another time. OK? I mean, if you want me to. If you want to see me again."

I said OK. She turned her back and took off her top. Then turned back around. She looked away while I stared at the biggest fucking tits I'd ever seen (in real life). They were fucking cantaloupe size. Big cantaloupes. Juicy fat ones. Nearly as big as Cassie's watermelons. I hesitantly touched them. I held them in my hands, felt their weight, then I gently pressed my face against them, then I tenderly kissed them. At that moment, I officially became a Breast Man, a Big Tit Lover. Rhonda reached down, stroked my hair, then started pumping my cock with her hand. I looked at her face and saw a little smile, then I felt so much better about what was happening. I put my hand on her neck and kissed her passionately. Then I laid her on the couch and kissed her some more. I sucked both her nipples. She started to moan a bit and that got me even more excited.

I put my fingers down the front of her tight jeans. Rhonda whimpered meekly "no... not there" but didn't try to move my hand away. I pulled her pants off, and she let out a big "OHHH!" as I buried my face in her neatly trimmed bush. Rhonda sighed "Ohh-kay Ohh-kay! Oral Isn't Cheating, so... okay! Oh oh oh Rand... OH do it! Do it! Oh oh oh!"

I thought to myself, "Fuck You, Wilson. I've got my tongue in the twat that spit you out, you conceded wanker." I didn't know at the time that Rhonda was Wilson's stepmom, not his bio mom, cause I never really talked to him much. I also remember thinking "Fuck You too Wilson's dad, you incestuous dirty old creep. Fuck You Karin, you uncle-sucking ho! And Fuck You Dian, you wanna-be slut! I'm gonna fuck this beautiful big-titted sweet piece of ass, after I make her come on my face!"

Rhonda was really getting into it, writhing and pushing her snatch hard into my mouth and chin. I had eaten pussy a few times before, but the girls were pretty timid about expressing their enjoyment. Not Rhonda! She kept up the moaning then let out a big "Oh RAND! Do it! Do it!". And in my young mind, her sex-crazed cries were telling me to fuck her now, to "Do It". So, I did it; I pushed my dick into her hole. It was a total pleasure mess. Quite slick with my saliva also, so it went it easily; it sucked me into her like a high-powered vacuum.

Rhonda: "Oh my God! This is CRAZY! You're in ME! Oh! Uhhhn. Ohhh... BIG! How big you are! Your BIG! So fucking Big! Oh! But... OH! OK! OK! FUCK ME! So big! Oh Oh Oh Oh!"

Me: "Uh, Uh, UH!"

Rhonda: "I'm OH MY GOD coming! Oh! Oh! Oh Oh Oh Ah-ah! Haha! I came! I came... but..."

I'd never had a girl, a woman, tell me that she was coming while she was actually coming before (a few had told me after the sex, but only when I asked). And I liked the way Rhonda arched her back and wrapped her legs around me and pushed her pelvis hard into my crotch. I really liked fucking her. I really LOVED fucking her! And her orgasmic ovation got this response from me: "Uh. Uh. UH-huh! UHHH!"

Rhonda: "... but... don't come in me!"

But it was too late. I blew my Rand Blast. It felt like warm tidal wave after warm tidal wave flowing, crashing, through my dick into her even warmer pussy ocean. My busy boys were surfing those sexy waves and swimming into her lady lake. Emission Accomplished.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #10

"Mama's Pearl" - The Jackson Five (1971)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... Necklace (I Put A Spill On You)")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 07:20am

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Rhonda and I lay on the couch together in a post-coital cuddle. I hear her softly giggling to herself, then she said "My pussy is leaking like a waterfall. You fucked me. You made me come. It was great. Never been with another man before; just my husband, the cheater."

She turned, kissed me, and said "Don't worry though, Youngblood. I'm on the pill. He... doesn't want any more kids." Then she leapt from the couch and squealed "Let's go skinny dipping!" She pulled me up and we ran out to the pool. "C'mon!" she said before diving in.

I quickly pulled my shoes, pants and socks off and followed her, and then we made love again in the water. When we got out, I fucked her standing (another first). I came once more in her quivering quim, while holding her big wet MILF tits.

And that's pretty much how we spent the next few days. Together. Fucking, sucking, kissing, licking, swimming, eating, drinking. It was great. I slept there every night (she gave the maid the week off to recover from the flu, with pay; nice to be rich). I told my parents that I was tutoring her son Wilson; and they asked no questions. Rhonda insisted on paying me $100 for helping with the party cleanup, and then she would pay me even more money for any little thing I'd do while at her house, like changing a light bulb or unclogging the sink. She would watch me and tell me she loved having a real man around the house. She called her husband a "pencil-pushing pencil-dicked pencil-neck geek" who wouldn't even change the batteries in the smoke detectors when they went bad. He had the maid do it. And she said her stepson, Wilson, was just like him; a spoiled rotten bratty wimp. I had to bite my tongue; I couldn't stand Wilson. His nickname in our group was "Spaulding" (after the dumb-fuck kid in Caddyshack; Get it? "Wilson"/"Spaulding", sporting goods? Get it?).

She also turned me on to erotic fiction. She would read passages from classic erotica to me, like Tropic Of Cancer, The Story Of O, The Kama Sutra. And I would read her much more Plebeian fare, like the Penthouse Forum and Fifty Shades Of Grey.

It was the most wonderful, joyous week of my young life. In Rhonda, I found many things; a lover, a teacher, a friend, a benefactor and a surrogate mom (who I could fuck!).

I returned to college the Friday after we first fucked. But our affair continued. We had to be careful though; she didn't want ANYONE to know about us, even Pencil-Neck. He knew she had a lover, but he didn't know it was "that poor kid". Rhonda would drive out to meet me at school. We'd spend the weekend in a hotel (nice to be rich), screwing like rabbits in heat. She taught me many things. And we watched a lot of MILF porn! And the Graduate, Aha-ha!

One very memorable Friday evening, right before Halloween, I showed up at the hotel room, ready for hot busty MILF action. Rhonda greeted me at the door dressed as a witch; pointy hat, red velvet cape, thigh high boots and nothing else. Instant boner.

No female had ever dressed up sexy like that for me before.

Rhonda: "Trick Or Treat, Baby Boy Warlock? I know a trick that'll give us both a treat. Dress thyself, while I prepare a witch's brew!" [Long Island Ice Teas with a cube of dry ice in it]

She handed me my warlock costume; a horned half-faced mask, black velvet cape, taloned gloves and nothing else. These were high quality, expensive costumes (again, nice to be rich). I dressed and she threw open her cape revealing her mommy milkers and bush and said "Now, Suckle At The Mama-liscious Breast Of Your Sultry Succubus!", so I sucked her titties, as instructed. Then she dropped to her knees and purred "The Wicked Witch of the Breast wants to wrap her ruby lips around your rune staff, devilish druid! I wish to summon the little demons that swim in the potent potion of your charm sack, mystical mage! Mm".

And the Harlot Witch mouthed her spell on my magic wand until she suddenly cried out "Enough of skull-fucking! It's time for sack-sucking! Mmm! Mmmm!". My MamaMILF did a magic trick; she took my entire scrotum into her mouth and made it disappear. Rhonda was an amazing ball-sucker. Her tongue worked my testicles until I groaned with pleasure. Then she said "Now, I put a spell on your willie, my Wizard! I command it to smash my pumpkins! Do it, lover! Make Mama go CRAZY!". She quickly stripped off her cape and hat and threw herself on the rose-petal covered hotel bed.

Rhonda pushed her bouncy pink pumpkins together and said "Do your trick, Baby Boy! Give Mama a treat! A charm! A necklace of pearls to show off to my coven! That's it! Do it! Fuck my witch's teats! Slide your enchanted scepter betwixt my be-hexing hooters! Do it! Do it! Spill your sorcerer's seed around my nasty neck! Paint on me a pearly protective pentacle pendant! PUMP! PUMP, until your cauldron bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, toils and troubles!"

Her titties were soft, big, jiggly and juicy. Her nipples looked up at me like a second set of beautiful eyes. And when she opened her smiling, laughing mouth to stretch out her terrific tongue and lick the tip of my turgid titanic totem pole, she winked. That did it! That wink. I blew a big load into her comely cleavage and the pearly white potion gushed and spilled and rolled and flowed, making a perfectly messy wet necklace for my wicked wanton witch.

"Did Mama do good, big boy? Did she get all the little demons out?" Rhonda asked sweetly, after I had completely unloaded betwixt her fine funbags.

Fuck YES. She exorcised me real good.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #11

"Help Me Rhonda" - The Beach Boys (1965)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... YEAH, Get My Dick Up Your Ass")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 07:25am

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Ok, I admit, I embellished the dialogue a bit, made it more "Cassie-like" with the alliteration and the rhyming, but otherwise, it's all true. MamaMILF, Rhonda the Good-In-Bed Witch, gave me my first experience with breast sex that night. She made me the tit-fucker that I am today. I had so many new experiences with Rhonda; the most important one being... Love.

I loved how she doted on me. She treated me like a son, but also like a lover. She mothered me; she smothered me. She praised everything I'd do. She did my laundry. She cut up my steak. Dressed me. Called me an "Adonis". She even bathed me once!

It was just what a young narcissist like me needed. So, a week or so before Thanksgiving, Rhonda and I planned to meet at her house. But this time, I was the one who would surprise her. I first visited my parents and collected all my boyhood treasures; my baseball cards, my trains, my comic books and anything else that had any value whatsoever... and I sold them to a local antiques dealer. I added that money to the cash that Rhonda had been slipping me whenever we would get together, $100 here, $200 there. Then I bought a ring.

When Rhonda met me at the door, I took the ring out of the bag, dropped to one knee and proposed. When I opened the ring box, she stared at the small diamond. Then she turned away and cried "I'm so fucking stupid! Rand, I love you but... we can't get MARRIED! I'm already married! And you're... just a kid!".

I told her to get a divorce. I said that one day, I'd be rich enough to buy her a ring that would make the one her douchebag husband gave her look like it came out of a Cracker Jack box. I told her that I loved her and couldn't live without her. She just kissed me sweetly and said, "No. I can't marry you, my dear sweet baby boy. Go find yourself a sexy, younger gal.". Then she walked into the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. She handed it to me and said "How about I give YOU a ring instead? Here. I'm a Bad Girl. So fuck me in the ass."

I'd never had ass-sex with anyone before, so I was a little nervous. Would it hurt her? Would it hurt me? Would I get... YUCK on my dick?!?! But I took the lube, smeared it on my hard boner, and when Rhonda was in position on her bed, with her curvy round keister sticking in the air, I lined up my meat whistle with her little ass-pussy and pushed, gently.

But it wouldn't go in. It slid up and I tried again, and the same thing happened. Rhonda giggled "Need some help there, Youngblood?".

Youngblood was her pet name for me. Like the Coasters song. I said "Yeah, I do! I think your anal-ring is too small for my dick-finger!". So, Rhonda stretched her butt cheeks apart and pushed back when I pushed forward... and in it went.

Rhonda: "Oh! Do it EASY, BIG BOY! Mama needs that hole! No pounding! Just easy... oh, like that, oh! SO Big! You make me crazy! You're the first, Rand! The first to fuck my tight ass! Do it! Do it! But... YOU'RE SO BIG! Oh! Youngblood! Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Baby Boy!"

I exploded into her burning hot starfish. When I pulled it out of her bunghole, I saw that Rhonda was crying. I started crying too. Then I showered, alone, letting the water wash my tears away; wash them down the drain. Then I quickly dressed and left; and cried some more on the long walk home. I left the ring with her. I didn't want a reminder of how fucking stupid I was. Later I noticed that Rhonda Venmo'd me the exact amount I had paid. Fucking stupid me left the stupid receipt in the fucking bag. She had also slipped five one-hundred-dollar bills into my wallet when I wasn't looking. A nice payoff for your boytoy, your gigolo. Once again, I was a guy good enough to fuck and suck, but too poor to get serious about; to date or marry. I never saw her again. Until I was hired by the company she worked for. A few months after our affair ended, Rhonda had started working again, preparing for the day that she would leave her stupid lech of a husband. Or he would leave her for a "newer model".

And that's how I came to view anal sex as breakup sex. And that's what it was for me when I punished Cassie with a rocket up the rectum; it was a breakup butt-fuck.

And honestly, Rhonda is one of the reasons that I proposed to Cassie after just over three months of courtship. I was afraid. Afraid she'd see that I had nothing. Afraid I would lose her, like I lost Rhonda. To someone with money. Someone like... George.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #12

"Good Morning Starshine" - Oliver (1969)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "The Muffin Man Cometh")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 07:45am

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I leave the gym. In the lot, parked right next to my car was an identical vehicle; same make, model, color. I noticed the license plate... "GOJ 3R1". Looks like "GO JERI". I laugh. Cassie would have definitely called that a "sign". I head home, but the GPS sends me a different way. It takes me right passed Jeri's apartment complex. And guess what song is playing on the radio? The Lovin' Spoonful's "A Younger Girl". I laugh again. I think I just found another sign. Hey, Universe! You looking out for me? THANK YOU!

I pull into the complex's parking lot.

[start of texts between Jeri and me]

Me: "Good morning, Starshine! Hope I'm not waking you. You around? Need to talk."

Jeri: [after a few minutes] "OK! Of course! Give me like 20 minutes. Everything alright?"

Me: "NP. All OK, just been thinking about stuff and need to talk to you. I'll grab us some coffee and breakfast."

Jeri: [thumbs up and hugging heart emoji]

[end of texts]

Sitting in my car outside her apartment, I can see into her living room window. I've never been inside, but Cassie and I have picked her up here a few times, while we were having our "couple's night" dinners. I see Jeri walking around the room. I normally wouldn't have texted so early, but obviously, she's awake, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Then I see Jeri's mom walk out the door, looking a bit disheveled and annoyed. She shouts something to Jeri, angrily, walks to her car and drives off. Maybe I interrupted their mommy/daughter time? But from what I hear from Jeri, her mom is a bit of a pain in the ass, so I don't feel so terrible about it.

I grab coffee, muffins and juice from the local pastry shop, then call on my lady friend. She answers the door in purple satin pajamas and a purple kimono. Her long blonde hair is tied in a lovely long blonde braid, like Valkyrie from Marvel comics. Valkyrie and Thor. Nice.

Jeri: "Rand! OK! C'mon in! Nice surprise! Oh, you're so sweet, bringing breakfast! Pardon my outfit. I just threw this on. Sit. Please. Oh, just a minute, OK? That's my mom calling."

Jeri picks up her cell phone and goes into her bedroom to talk to her mom. While she's occupied, I look around her apartment. It's very neat. Organized. There seems to a "purple" theme throughout; Jeri likes purple, I guess. I see a picture of her as a teen, she looked like a blonde Megan Fox. She's got quite a few books. Serious ones. Blake. Bukowski. Anais Nin. Ferlinghetti. Orwell. And Quantum Physics! Seems Jeri isn't one of those "dumb blondes". She's a mystery; a conundrum. She has quite the CD collection too. I pick up one that's sitting on top of the pile; a band called "Ultravox". Never heard of 'em. But... cool name.

Jeri: "OK, sorry... she was just checking in. OK! Rand! You. Look. Great! I love that shirt. Really shows off your physique. Your muscles..." [Jeri put her hand on my shoulder and let it gently slide down my arm] "And you smell so good! But you always smell good. Oh! Heheh. You found my mom's Ultravox CD! Good to know! We were just listening to it. She claims to know those guys." [puts the CD back and straightens the pile so they are all lined up perfectly] "Sorry, I'm a little OCD. So, dude, what's up? Everything OK? You OK?"

Jeri strokes my arm and looks intently into my eyes. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and fuck her, right there and then. But instead, we just chat. She tells me her side of the Pickle accident, and how sorry she is and how horrible she feels. I give her a little hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. And I hold her longer and closer than a mere friend should.

She wipes a tear from her eye and looks up at me. I want to kiss her. I think she wants to kiss me. I want this gorgeous woman, and I can feel my cock slowly swelling against her flat stomach. But I can tell that she's thinking of her friend Cassie. Jeri disengages from our warm, tender embrace, before I can get something straight between us (aha-ha!).

So, Rand old buddy, if you're going to make this happen, you need to tell her why it's OK.

Me: [as she pouring coffee and setting out the muffins, arranging them in a perfect little triangular pattern] "Jeri, I'm really sorry to barge in on you like this, but I need to tell you something. It's kind of related to the thing with Pickle Friday. Cassie... cheated on me."

Jeri: "WHAT? No! I don't believe it! She's never said anything to me about another man! It's got to be a mistake! She loves you! You're all she ever talks about! When? Why?"

Me: "Yeah. OK. Jeri, it just happened... recently. Sorry, but it was with... George."

Jeri: "OK! Is this a joke? Cassie doesn't like George! I mean, not in that way. She's not attracted to him at all. I can't imagine Cassie cheating with him. I mean I love him, kinda, but you're... uh, did you talk to her? It's gotta be a misunderstanding. Should I ask her?"

Me: "It WAS George. She admitted it. It was Friday. You almost caught them. They were in the Toy Room, or Boy's Room... whatever he calls it."

Jeri: "That was HER? Cassie? Shit! That's nuts! That's CRAZY! They were in there... doing it? Fuck! Rand. I'm so sorry. But... good to know. Good for us. To know, I mean. I guess."

I tell Jeri (almost) everything. I know Cassie asked me to never tell anyone, but Jeri deserves to know. I tell her about the peeping, the sexting, the dick pics, the house, the deal, the show and tell, the four blowjobs, the agreement that she and I could... be together, and how I figured it all out, and how Cassie confessed to it all. And of course, how Cassie claimed that "Oral Isn't Cheating".

But I don't tell her about Cassie's other "incidents".

Jeri: "I'm so sorry, Rand. I should never ever have told Cassie about George's... thing. I never thought...! But that was awful of her to do to you! I mean, I guess I've said that too, about, like "Oral Isn't Cheating", but George and I aren't married, or even that serious. I'm hurt, but what she did to you is much, much, worse. Still... you know, she and I are friends. Like, best friends! If she wanted to fool around with my guy, she could have asked. I would have been OK with it, I mean, if it was OK with you. Like, we could have... swapped. Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that, maybe. Heheh. About us... swapping..."

Me: "Oh no, that's OK. I get it. None of it is your fault, Jer. This was Cassie and George, going behind our backs, betraying our trust. It's their fault entirely. Though... I do feel kinda guilty about something I did, that I'm sorry for. George sent Cassie a video of you and him, uh, you know... doing it. Having sex. And I watched it. I shouldn't have. And I'm really sorry."

Jeri: "OK... What? Which video? Heheh. There's a few of them!"

Me: "Oh, uh, it was after you saw Cassie naked at the gym. You were telling George about it. I think George was trying to make Cassie think there was something going on between us."

Jeri: "OK! Oh wow! Shit! But... good to know! Cassie saw it too? I was saying some... pretty crazy things. How fucking embarrassing! Fuck George! I can't believe he would do that!"

Me: "Are you mad? I mean, at me? Because I watched it?"

Jeri: "Well, that depends... did you like it? Did I turn you on?" [smiles shyly]

Me: "Hell YEAH! Of course! I mean, I knew I shouldn't violate your privacy like that but you're so beautiful and... sexy! When Cassie said she had a video of you... I couldn't say No." [babbling] "I got carried away! I've always had this crush on you, kinda. From afar. I mean, I like you. I'm attracted to you. You're beautiful. I wanted to see you. Jeri, if I was single... Look, you and I have flirted, and maybe crossed a few lines occasionally, but we never got physical, like they did. Maybe we would have eventually, or... maybe we should have? This would hurt a lot less if we had acted on our attraction. If I'd have acted..."

Jeri: "OK. Right. Yeah. Good to know! But maybe... hey, it's not too late?" [touching my hand] "I mean, Rand, they did it, so we could too. Right? I mean, you've already seen me naked and... heheh, "doing it", so I should get to see you too, right?" [moving closer to me] "Look, they both agreed that we should do... "it". I do have real feelings for you. I'm very attracted to you too. You know that right? That I like you."

Me: "I kinda guessed that when you sent me all those hot pics and showed up at my office that time. Aha-ha. And you know, I think you're amazing. I mean... you're so beautiful and... if I wasn't married, I'd have hit on you... stole you away from that asshole George."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #13

"A Taste Of Honey" - Bobby Darin (1963)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "She Tarzan, Me Chad")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 08:30am

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Jeri: [after a long pause] "Rand? Are you and Cassie divorcing? Do you need a place to stay? You could stay here. With me. If you want." [she smiles and my dick twitches]

Me: "Jeri. What I want is... to make love to you. Here. Now."

Jeri: "OK! Good to know! And... yeah! I want that too!!!"

We grab each other wildly, fiercely. We kiss while tearing at each other's clothes. I'm faster. I have her purple top and purple bra off in seconds, while she's still trying to pull my t-shirt up and over my head. After her perky tits are exposed, I grab a quick feel of each one, then slide my hand into her PJ's and finger her bald pussy. She's quite wet down there already.

But my head is fighting me. My conscience is kicking me in the balls and distracting me from what should be my sweet revenge. "Cassie wants me to do this" I tell myself; I'm being unfaithful so I can forgive her infidelity, her vile treachery. And she'll have to forgive me for this; if I ever tell her about it!

I kneel down and pull Jeri's purple bottoms completely off. I bury my face right smack dab into her hot little vagina, her sweet muffin, and taste her warm, flowing honey. And she did kind of taste like honey. Stupid fucking George did say she tastes really good. I'll have to ask what her secret is, after I make her orgasm all over my face.

I love performing cunnilingus, but it's especially arousing and enjoyable when the girl is digging it too; when she's vocal. LOUD. And Jeri is so very LOUD! She's moaning, groaning, sighing and maybe crying a little. It's a non-stop stream of "oh"s and "ah"s and "uh"s and "mm"s, mixed with some "yeah"s and "there"s and then a big "IWANTTOSUCKYOURCOCK! LETMESUCKYOURCOCK! WANNASUCKITSUCKITSUCKIT!". But I don't want my cock sucked yet. I want Jeri, my wife's best friend, to go full on "Big O" with my tongue up her snatch.

And, oh boy, does she ever.

Jeri lets out a yell like Tarzan with a megaphone. It's a "UHHHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAAM-MUH-MUH-MUHHH-HAAAAAAAAA-AHHH-AHHH!" kinda sound. The kind of sound that hopefully, her neighbors are used to, or the police might be showing up in a few minutes. I'm actually quite amazed that this petite blonde cutie could make such a bellow. I must be really good at eating pussy, like Cassie says.

As Jeri's convulsions wane, I ease up a little on her clit. She rubs my head, runs her fingers through my hair, and gently pulls so I stand again and kiss her. She smiles so prettily, so incredibly charmingly, that I feel... something. I have this stunning gal's tongue in my mouth, her perfect titty in my hand, her tasty pussy juice all over my face, and it feels good. Before I met Cassie in 2019, I used to carouse, sleep around, fuck around, whatever you want to call it, quite a bit. I liked being a "Chad". Being "Youngblood". Being promiscuous, playing the field, being pursued by women, desired by them. I liked the attention. I liked the thrill of hunting pussy and being hunted by pussy. But I hadn't kissed another woman on the lips since meeting Cassie in 2019. I hadn't touched any breast other than Cassie's since 2019. And I sure as hell hadn't been clam diving on any other chick but Cassie since 2019.

But now, I've just given my next-door neighbor's gorgeous, gold-digging, OCD Sugar Baby of a girlfriend a mind-blowing orgasm with my tongue. And I fucking like it, a lot.

Hell Yeah! Look out ladies! Youngblood is BACK!

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #14

"Joshua Fit The Battle Of Jericho" - Jack Scott (1959)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "And Jeri's Walls Come Tumbling Down")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 09:00am

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Jeri says "My turn" as she rubs the bulge in my pants and tries to wriggle my hard pole out. I say "Not yet" and scoop her up in my arms. She's tiny; light. The bedroom door is open, so I carry her into it and lay her down softly on the bed. We make out some more while I play with, and gently part, the soft lips of her pussy.

Jeri: [whispering] "Now? Can I suck it now? I want to... smell it! You ate me so good, even better than most chicks! I want to return the favor. Heheh. You eat pussy... like a girl!"

Me: "Aha-ha! It was amazing for me too. I love the way you come. But Cassie made George come four times, right into her mouth on Friday. I want to make you come four times today. With my mouth. Like in the next few hours. Can you come in my mouth three more times?"

Jeri: "Uh... OK! YEAH! Good to know!"

Cassie and I have always laughed at the way Jeri says "OK!" to everything and anything. Her eyes light up and she practically bounces when she says it, with her bright beautiful smile. Like "Hey Jeri, another glass of wine?"... "OK!" or "Hey Jeri, want to play Monopoly?"... "OK!".

She also says "Good to know!" a lot. Like "Hey, tomorrow's Labor Day!"... "Good to know!".

So cute. Jeri really is so fucking cute. She reminds me of the beautiful Kate Upton. And Anna Nicole Smith. And, yeah, like Megan Fox. Her lovely eyes are blue with flecks of green. She has shiny, long, soft blonde hair. Her lovely face is shaped like a Valentine's Day heart.

And her lips. My God, her lips!

I LOVE her lips!

Jeri undoes my pants and out comes trusty old Mjolnir, hard and ready to enchant this sweet pixyish plaything. I got one Jeri orgasm under my belt, so I guess I can let Jeri get under my belt too.

It's HAMMER TIME!

Jeri: "Holeeeeee SHIT! OK! Fuck... me! Nice! Cassie wasn't kidding! Mm! Oh Rand, your cock smells wonderful! And he tastes yummy too! Good to know! Heheh!"

Me: "Well, not as big as George's, I guess, but I've never had any complaints."

Jeri: "Mmmm." [her mouth goes "pop" as my dick comes out of it] "Complaints? With this? No way, dude! This prick is perfect! And George's thing is a pain in the pussy! He hardly ever fucks me with it; it hurts! Just maybe, like, once a week or so, just to keep him happy. But this guy here? I could ride him all day every day. Cassie's lucky. And stupid. Mm-hm-hm."

Me: [feeling the pressure building] "Stop! Don't make me come. That feels great, but don't make me come... yet. Oh shit! Stop. Stop. Sit on my face now. C'mere!"

Jeri straddles and rides my face, long and loud, then turns around so we could sixty-nine. I don't know how, but I hold back the geyser building in my balls. Blowing my load all over Cassie's face last night as she fingered my ass was a good move; if we hadn't done that, I'd have shot my shoot a few minutes after tasting Jeri's steamy hot pot.

I ask Jeri to slow down a bit on the cock-sucking. I can't see what she's doing but it feels great. It feels like she's licking circles around the head of my penis while pressing hard on the base with her fingertips. It's freaking awesome. The girl has skills.

Jeri: "Oh Rand, eat it, baby, just like that! Uhhh! OHHH! Mmmm! AHHH!"

Later Jeri would tell me that when I was eating her pussy, she couldn't get much dick in her mouth; she's smaller than Cassie, so the height difference made it tough to do a proper sixty-nine. George's wiener is two inches longer than mine and he's five inches shorter than me, so they manage a bit better, I suppose. I love it when women talk honestly and openly about sex, like Rhonda did, and Cassie does, and now Jeri. Knowing what your partner thinks and likes, and wants, makes the next encounter so much better.

When I just can't take anymore, I push Jeri off me and lay her down on the bed with her ass at the edge. Then I go to work on her hole with my fingers and my tongue while kneeling on the floor in front of her. She wraps her smooth legs around my back. Then I find her G-spot, that little dip in her vaginal wall, and tickle it while my tongue does the alphabet on her clit. And soon, the trumpets of Jeri-Co are sounding again!

"Oh! OOOOH! Too much! Oh Rand! Too much! Too... MuuUUUCH! YESSS! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! YES! EAT IT! EAT IT! EAT IT! EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT! UhUhUhUHHHH!" Jeri wails. And the battle is won, the walls come tumbling down. Orgasm Two: "Two" for "Too Much".

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #15

"If I Had A Hammer" - The Weavers (1957)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I'd Hammer Her In The Morning")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 09:20am

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After a long bout of panting, Jeri pulls me up to her level again and we kiss. She licks my face like a puppy, tasting herself on me. We make out a while, then cuddle in her bed.

Jeri: "Rand...? Don't you want to come? I feel bad. I should be making you come four times, like Cassie did for George. We have a role-reversal going on here."

Me: "You'll make me come." [cupping her tit] "You'll make me come really hard. George told me you're multi-orgasmic, like Cassie. Is that true?"

Jeri: "Yes. Actually, I call myself "Ultra-Orgasmic", cause I have really, hard, wonderfully intense orgasms. But why the fuck would George ever tell you that?"

Me: "Just drunk guy talk. I told him some things about Cassie too. I wish I hadn't now. I thought I could trust him. Thought he was my friend."

Jeri: "Hm. Well, yeah, OK, I get that. Girls talk too. And I'm not surprised that George would want to make move on Cassie. He's been lusting after her for a long time! Ever since we met you two. I'm just surprised he worked up the courage. And... I have too. Lusted; but for both you AND Cassie. You know I'm Bi, right? I go both ways; "the pole and the hole". And I'm kinda sex-addicted. George says he's sex-addicted too, but I think he's just sex-obsessed. There's a difference. Anyway, we always joke about me doing a threesome with you and Cassie. He'd like that. Turns him on when I tell him about my fooling around. Heheh."

Me: "Really?" [this comment made me think about my reaction to Cassie's confessions. Maybe it's not uncommon for a guy to get jealous, angry, and turned-on at the same time?]

Jeri: "Really. I get turned-on too, telling him about things I've done with other guys. And gals. Heheh. I really SHOULD be angry at Cassie and George, for treating me like a bargaining chip; a pawn to assuage their "cheater's guilt". But it brought you to me." [snuggles into the crux of my shoulder] "Rand? Is this just for today? Or are we an item now?" [pause] "Am I your side piece, at least? Your mistress? Your affair partner? The other woman? Heheh."

Me: "You're more than that! Cassie wants you too. We talked about it last night. Listen."

I hold my phone up and play a recording for my "side piece". While I was waiting in the car, I edited a bit out of Cassie's confession, specifically for this moment. This is what she hears:

Cassie: [pre-recorded] "I'd make it with Jeri. Lesbian stuff. Hot stuff. Many times. You can watch us. She gives you a boner, doesn't she? So, I'll... eat her pussy to get her ready for you. Then you'll fuck her! Hard! So hard! And I'll watch and... lick her vagina while she rides Mjolnir! Dirty stuff! Naughty stuff! Hot Stuff! I'll go full-tilt Bozo tongue-wild on her while you SMASH her shaved little girly-bits with Mighty Mjolnir! I want to do it! I want to do it! DEAL? Please? I'll call her right now! OK? DEAL?"

"And... when you come inside her tight wet cunt, I'll lick your cock clean and eat all your cum out of her sweet little pussy. And I'll share it with her, share your hot cum. Hot girl cum swapping. With our tongues. Every day if you want. Your life from now on will be one long porn movie. I'm getting wet just thinking about it! Free use of me AND Jeri! DEAL?"

"I'll suck her perky little titties! She'll suck my tits! We'll make out in front of you. Then I'll fluff you for her. We'll share your big cock! Give you head, both of us at the same time. Double blowjob! From the sides! Harmonica style! And I'll jerk you off right into her hot fucking mouth! And she'll spit your hot love seed into my open mouth! YUM! That's what I'll do, what we'll do. As often as you want! We'll drain you every day, my love! DEAL? Should I call her? Right now? I will. I want to! Please? Say DEAL!"

It's only Cassie's voice, Cassie's sexy voice (even her fucking voice, stressed out as she was, is voluptuous and seductive and sultry). There's no video, so Jeri can't see the tears streaming down her face as she made her little speech.

Jeri: "WOW! GOOD TO KNOW! I always thought she was part dyke! Remember when we went to that museum in the city and she couldn't stop staring at the Georgia O'Keeffe paintings? Remember? Hey... Why'd you record that stuff? Is that why she invited me over to your place tonight? To seduce me? To... threesome?"

Me: "Yes. She wants to seduce you. I recorded it because it was so hot; I like it when Cassie talks dirty. Are you interested? In a threesome? With us? We're sex-addicts too!" [winking]

Jeri: "OK! I mean Hell YES! Rand, those times I tried to lure you into a thing with me, I really just wanted to start something so that the three of us would... you know! I thought if I could get you interested first, then maybe you'd float the idea to Cassie, and then Viola! Hot sexy threesome action for everyone. But what's the deal with... Mjolnir? Isn't that Thor's..." [Jeri makes a hammering motion with her hand] "Are you guys gonna "Bang Bang Maxwell's Silver Hammer" me or something? Heheh."

I laugh, and quickly explain about Mjolnir, and express my surprise that Cassie hadn't told her about her pet name for my penis. And that Jeri knows that Beatles song. Didn't realize that she liked oldies, too.

Jeri: "Well, I've been hanging out with Cassie so much, I've developed a liking for her taste in music. And men... heheh."

We kiss again. My dick gets big and fat and hard like a fucking flagpole. I know I'm not going to be able to hold my cum in long enough to give Jeri two more orgasms, so I say "If we sixty-nine again, I'll probably come." and Jeri responds "OK! Good to Know!"

So that's what we do. Jeri gets back on top of me and sits her terrific young twat on my face. My tongue gets a little sore after a few minutes, so I rely on my lips and my nimble fingers to do most of the work. I'm doing pretty good at keeping the liquid in my ball sack, but this girl, man oh man, she knows some tricks!

Me: "OK. Ease UP! Don't make me come! You close? Is this good? Like that? There? Yeah?"

Jeri: "Yeah! THERE! Keep Talking! You're gonna fuck me? Fuck me good? Yeah? OH YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! With Cassie! YEAH! And she'll... EAT... my PUSSY! I'll eat HER! PUSSY! HER! PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY! PU-UUUSSSSSY! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!"

I put my lips firmly up against her and make out with her luscious labia. Then my gorgeous blonde girlfriend gives me a trifecta. Score another one for Rand, the Pussy Man. Hat Trick!

Third orgasm, done!

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #16

"Playboy" - The Marvelettes (1962)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Ultrafox: The Ultra-Orgasmic Organism")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 09:45am

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Jeri continues to writhe against my face, pushing harder, like she wanted to force my entire head into her vagina. Then she starts moaning loudly again.

Jeri: "Uhh! OK! DON'T STOP! Again! Yeah! ANOTHER! HERE! ITCOMES! OHOHOH! FUCK!!! Uh Uh Ah Oh! COMING! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!!!! AGAIN-AGAIN-AGAIN! OHHHhhhhh!!!!"

And I get another! What a woman! My Ultra-Orgasmic Mistress Comes Again!

Then it hits me... she's a "Not-So-Dumb Blonde". No wait! Better idea... a Cum Blonde! No, scratch that. She's an Ultra-Orgasmatron! NO! I GOT IT! An even better one. The BEST one!

She's an... ULTRAFOX!

What the fuck am I going to do with a Nympho-Braniac Wife and an Ultrafoxy Girlfriend?!?! With Cassie's insatiable libido, I haven't gone even two days this year without spraying my spooge into her. Now I have two mesmerizing sexpots to please. I'm gonna need shots of Viagra and Spanish Fly injected straight into my dick, like, ten times a day. How did Hugh Hefner do it? Is there a Playboy guide to getting it hard and blowing massive loads all day long, every day? That asshole George managed four loads in about six hours, but he has "Hyperspermia" (or so he says) and was celibate for four days. I don't have Hyperspermia. Unless maybe it's contagious? And maybe Cassie's now a carrier?

Jeri climbs off my face and kisses me hard. Then she kisses my chest and licks my nipples. By now, my balls are just not able to contain the pressure building inside them. I'm leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and I'm about to blow a gasket. So, I tell Jeri "I'm gonna come! Ride me! Now!". She quickly slips my dick between her wet and slippery pussy lips, wiggles a bit and then sits down, hard. And... my salami is hidden.

"Oh, RANDRANDRANDRAND! FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCKME! FUCK! ME! RAND-RAND-RAND! OHHHHHH!" Jeri shouts as she pounds and pumps my pecker with her tight twat.

After her ass bounces on my balls a few more times, I let out an "Uh Uh Uh" and send my spray flying straight into the waiting hot box of my sweet young concubine. After I empty the load in my loins into the crevice in her crotch, Jeri gingerly slides my sloppy scepter out of her leaking, lady lagoon, and quickly shimmies down a bit. Then she tongues my still stiff shaft and wraps her sweet pink lips around the head of that trusty turgid truncheon. Jeri has herself a fancy feast of Randy's Special Semen Sauce. She sucks off the mix of girlie grool and guy goo that clings heroically to my big boner. And now, Ultrafox Jeri is the only babe to have tasted my shooty-shoot, besides my wife Cassie, since September 2019.

Jeri purrs like a kitten while enjoying the messy mixture. I pull her up and I see a smile that melts my heart. She's like a Barbie. A Barbie with cum all over her face and lips.

Had Jeri been a bit taller, she could have definitely been a model. I could see her walking down a runway, grinning while wearing some sheer and expensive designer clothes. Or in a Victoria's Secret catalog, displaying her tight ass and perky tits in a skimpy bra and panties. She mentioned once that she had tried out for the Dallas Cowboys and Oakland Raiders cheerleaders. Can't believe they didn't choose her. I sure would have.

Jeri quickly wipes her face with a tissue, and she was going to run to the bathroom to wash the jizz off her, but I grab her and kiss her before she can.

Jeri: "OK! Oh cool! You're not one of those guys who's afraid of his own stuff! Good to know! I like that. I like you. Mm. I like your cum on me. I LOVE the way your cum smells! I might not wash my sheets for week so I can go to bed every night smelling you and your stuff on them. Mmm. I like your kisses too. Finger me. Please? Heheh!"

We make out some more while I finger her. And then I go down on her... again.

Jeri: "Oh, baby, you... Oh, Oh, baby, BABE, Oh fuck YEAH! BABE, OH, BABE, OH, BABE! BABE! BABE BAAAAAAABE! BABE-BABE-BABE! Heh, Heh, uh. Heheh."

There. Five Oral Orgasms (plus one from fucking). I win, Cassie. Victory is mine. Jeri is mine.

We eat (something other than pussy); we finish what's left of the muffins with some cheese and cut-up vegetables. We talk, laugh, kiss. And plot.

Me: "So, OK, we have a plan. I think it's really good. Like, appropriate. Hey, is your mom staying with you? I saw her leave this morning? You didn't kick her out for me, did you?"

Jeri: "Oh, uh-huh, yeah, she was here. But really, I'm glad to be rid of her. She's hard to take some time. Like, a small dose is more than enough."

Me: "She gets on your nerves?"

Jeri: "YES! She's always been difficult. A real drama queen. A manipulative emotional blackmailer. A liar. She makes shit up. To manipulate me. To get what she wants. Like her last boyfriend? She wanted him to marry her, so she made up all this bullshit about other guys always hitting on her, and how he's constantly in danger of losing her, of her running off. You know, to make him jealous. But turned out he was already married. Heheh. But that's what she does. Makes stuff up, for attention. For instance, she tells people she was in porn, a long time ago. But really, she just did make up for some of the stars. But she tells all her boyfriends that SHE used to do porn. And other crazy sex stuff."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #17

"TV Mama" - Big Joe Turner (1953)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "A Bi-Sexual Barbie Doll Walks Into A Lesbian Bar...")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 10:15am

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Me: "What? Why would she want them to think she was an ex-porn star?"

Jeri: "To get what she wants from them. She found this actress that kind of looks like her when she was young and claims that was her. It helps that the woman didn't do many movies and disappeared from public life after. My mom says once they think of her like that; like a wild, unpredictable, uncontrollable femme fatale-type, they'll do anything for her cause they think if they don't, she'll go rogue and be down at the docks waiting for the fleet to come in. She's a pathological liar. A "Mythomaniac" is what her shrink called her."

Me: "Shit. That's crazy. What kind of things does she get them to do?"

Jeri: "Well, strictly between us, Mom's kinky. She's Bi too. She likes fun sex. Threesomes, Group Stuff, Orgies (guess that's where I get it from, heheh). So, guys tolerate her antics better if they think she's a pro who's done it all already. Like, they're cool with her getting her freak on if they think she's got a wild sexual history. That she's a hot mess! Heheh."

Me: "Oh." [long pregnant pause] "Have you ever told Cassie this stuff? About your mom?"

Jeri: "Oh yeah. Lots of times. She loves to hear about my mom's fake porn stories. Hey! I got a great idea! PORN! Wanna watch some? Some Porn? Girl on Girl? Starring me?"

Me: "Uh, OK! Hell Yeah!"

Jeri: "OK! Let me just... OK! Here. This should... be... OK!"

Jeri presses some buttons on her phone, then on the TV's remote control, then a series of folders with women's faces on them appear on the TV screen.

Jeri: [scrolls through the folders] "OK. There's Katie. Met her at cheerleading tryouts. Great kisser! And Jenna, also a cheerleader, but she asked me to never show anyone the videos, so sorry." [whispers, cupping her hand over her mouth] "She's closeted."

"And Rona. Met her in a dyke bar. But I think you'd like Valleri best. Sexy Polish chick..."

Me: "No, wait, go back! Who's that? The one before Valleri."

Jeri: "Oh, Rona? OK! I liked Rona too. So, this gal, she looked like Cassie, a little. BIG ones. Loved her hair color, and those blonde highlights. So pretty. Older; like maybe forty. A little chubby, but real sexy. Look at that face! Beautiful, kind eyes, full lips. She walks up to me in this bar, introduces herself. So charming and friendly; bought me a few drinks. We flirted, kissed, then got a room. She's awesome! Munched my carpet all night. You'll LOVE her! Massive tits! She won't mind me showing you. She recorded it for her husband, and she said I could have a copy for my boyfriend. And you're my boyfriend, right? My handsome, tall, muscley boyfriend? Here, watch this. Then eat my pussy and FUCK me again!"

Jeri starts the homemade video. I see her kiss the lovely face, the sexy, curvy body, of my old MamaMILF and current co-worker, Rhonda, the Hypersexual Intellectual. My first love. The beguiling, beddable, bonkable MILF who propositioned me, seduced me, and taught me how to really make love to a woman.

Me: "Um. Jeri, I know her. I work with her."

Jeri: "Oh Shit! I fucked up. Sorry, I can't show you this. I might be outing her or something. Please don't tell her. Let's watch Valleri instead..."

Me: "It's OK. I know about her open marriage. And that's she's Bi." [but I actually didn't know she's Bi! That's going to make talking her into a threesome with Cassie much easier]

I don't tell Jeri anything else about Rhonda. I was sworn to secrecy. I don't even correct her on her name. Maybe she gave Jeri a fake name? But Rhonda didn't swear Jeri to secrecy, apparently; she gave her a recording of their lovemaking to share with a boyfriend. I guess that might be because Jeri isn't friends with her son. Or maybe the rules are different for girl-on-girl affairs? Kind of like how "Oral Isn't Cheating" when it's a woman blowing a guy, but it is cheating when a guy goes down on a woman (according to my slut wife Cassie).

Jeri starts the recording of her and Valleri. Valleri, Jeri explains, is someone she met while they were both doing OnlyFans. Jeri claims she only did it for a few months, and it wasn't as lucrative as she had hoped. That's why, when Valleri messaged her and asked if she'd like to team up and do some slit licking on camera, for the fans, Jeri said "OK!".

Jeri: "Isn't Valleri hot? So pretty, and big boobs and a nice round ass. She was great to work with. She went back to Poland though. Still does OnlyFans. Just with girls though, no guys. Sorry, Randy! No voluptuous Valleri for you!"

Jeri winked as she went down on my sticky-icky cock while I watched the show. I love that this new girlfriend of mine loves big fat tits as much as I do!

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #18

"Valleri" - The Monkees (1968)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "The Pole And Her Hole")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 10:25am

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[start of the video]

Valleri: [dressed in a cheerleader outfit, introduces Jeri, also dresses as a cheerleader, in purple] "Hiiii, diss Valleri! I hope you like my story bout how I find sexy girl to make sex with! Today I got wit me my girl who my sex friend, Jeri the Cheers Leader from USA! She do Cheers Leading dance for you! And me do too! Then I lick her hot pochwa hole!"

The two women do some cheers to "Pump It Up" by Elvis Costello, shake their asses at the camera, Valleri bounces her big D-cup tits. Then when the song ends...

Valleri: "Dat cheering dance make me so HOT! Now time we sex you! Watch us SEX, boys!"

Valleri and Jeri start making out, with the bigger Valleri in a "take charge" position. Valleri is towering over tiny Jeri, kissing her while sliding her hand down Jeri's flat stomach and into the front of her satin cheerleader shorts.

Valleri: "Now I eat up your hole! Say you "Eat up my pussy hole, Valleri!" Nice!"

Jeri: "OK! Eat my pussy, Valleri! Oh YEAH! Suck on it! I love getting it on with chicks! Heheh! Suck on my... OH! My Pussy! Oh! Yeah! Suck my pussy lips! Like that! Lick my CLIT! YEAH! Lick it! LICK! LICK! THERE! LICK! LICK! LICK-LICK-LICK! AHHHHHHHHH! Oh! Oh! lick, lick... Ohhhhh. Ohhh. I wish we had a man here to fuck! OK! Now it's my turn!"

Jeri strips Valleri's top off and reveals her big Polish pillows. Full, round melons with light pink nipples, big areolas. Jeri kisses her cleavage, and Valleri beams a big white smile while she gives Jeri's face a quick motorboating.

Valleri: "Yes Jeri! Suck now. My boobies like you suck them. You so pretty. Lick me nipples like that! Oooh! You such good at suck! I have WET PUSSY from you! Taste ME! You like?"

Jeri pulls Valleri's shorts down; her long tongue teasing Valleri's pink pussy lips.

Valleri: "Hey you, boys! Oh! Watch me come on Cheering Lead Jeri! Click link! To watch me come for my USA friend Jeri! She do good Cunny Lingus! Watch! Like! Subscribe! Click link!"

Jeri stops the video and says "You like that broken English? The heavy accent? Sexy, right? All FAKE! She spent her early childhood in Poland but she's been in the US for over 15 years. But somebody told her guys love foreign chicks so that became her schtick on OnlyFans. The competition on OF is unbelievable! That's why she and I always did a LOT of dirty talking. Sexy stories sell. Guys get sucked in by the erotic chatter. They can't stop listening when a chick is talking smut. It's hypnotic."

"Hey, can I make you come again? Want me to ride you? Or... my tight little asshole is available, if you want it. I do anal! For you anyway!" [Jeri shook her sexy buns and gave herself a playful spank] "I feel like I owe you. This morning was... fantastic."

Me: "Well, we still have tonight. Lots of time to even things up." [I kiss her and put my hand on her ass cheek] "I mean if you're still into it. With me and Cassie."

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #19

"Wild Thing" - The Troggs (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Wild Thing, Baby")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 10:30am

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Jeri: "OK! But after that? Are you and me... a thing, Sexy Boy? Or maybe you and me and Cassie? You know, I'm cool with it either way, I just want to know where I stand."

Me: "Hell yeah we're a real thing. A WILD THING! I'm not giving you up. Especially after that! And Cassie wants this. She loves you. She wants to venture into uncharted territory with you. She's not as innocent as we thought. Aha-ha! She likes to misbehave, Angelface. And speaking of Cassie, I should get back home. I hate to fuck and run, but she's been texting me like crazy. She's making us a special dinner. I should help. She's excited! And so am I."

Jeri: "Likewise! You gonna tell her about this? Will she be mad that we did it without her?"

Me: [I kiss Jeri] "I don't want to tell her. She's lied to me, and you, about so many things. I feel like she should never know about this. Cause, whenever I think about her secrets, I'll know that I have a secret too." [in her ear] "We have a secret."

Jeri: "I'll won't tell! But I forgive her. Because if she hadn't done that, bad as it was, you and I probably would never have had our fun. And it was fun! I think... it might be... more than just "fun" for me. Heheh. Hm... want to take a shower before you go?"

Me: "Hell Yeah. With you!"

Jeri: "OK! Good to know!"

Me: "Hey, but first, can I ask you something? The "Oral Isn't Cheating" thing... why do women say that? You all know it IS cheating, right? Cassie gave me some bullshit about female empowerment and the patriarchy. Fucking ridiculous. What's your explanation?"

Jeri: "Well, I admit; oral is "kinda" cheating. But that "kinda" cheating has saved many relationships. Women get bored. They may love a guy but maybe they're unsatisfied, emotionally, or sexually. There's a lot of conflict in marriages. Arguments over money, or whatever. Chicks take it harder than men. And sucking some strange penis, that gives a gal a little thrill. Or a BIG thrill, "wink wink", Mr. Mjolnir! For us, wrapping your lips around the cock of some stud is an easy orgasm! Heheh! Lots of women come when we're giving head. Maybe their partner takes her for granted, so she finds some strange swinging dick and gets her lady rocks off by fellating him. Then she goes home to hubby with hot spunk bubbling in her tummy and then makes loves to him and the magic is back. For a little while anyway."

Me: "Huh. Damn. Is that what happened to us? Cassie got bored of me?"

Jeri: "I don't think so. She told me every time we hung out that you were her everything. She told me that you two had a great sex life. She told me about... "Little Red Riding Face" and the fucking in alleys and movie theaters! I really can't wrap my little blonde head around why Cassie would do that with George. It really must have been about the house. Funny thing is, George HAS to leave the house. It's in his aunt's will. He was only allowed to live there for a year, I think. The Aunt didn't really like George much, from what he says."

Me: "He didn't tell Cassie that! He said he wanted to move into his condo by the water."

Jeri: "That's his parent's condo. They all moved here from... shit, can't remember the name of the town. To take care of his aunt. George lived there with his folks. Then there was the accident, and then a few months later, his aunt passed, and George inherited everything."

Me: "So, George inherited all his parent's money and then all his aunt's money. Wow."

Jeri: "Just his aunt's money. His parents barely had anything. The condo had a big mortgage and the aunt paid the monthly nut. And George was always broke."

Me: "But he's an IT support guy. They make decent money. Why'd he live with his parents?"

Jeri: "Heheh! I know I shouldn't tell you this but... you know what? Fuck George! That jerk showed you porn of me! So, before his parents brought him here, he sold collectibles on eBay for a living. He tells people he's in IT now, to sound important. He's really a customer service rep; makes just over minimum wage. George is a total luddite! He can't even work that surveillance system his paranoid aunt had in the Toy Room."

Me: "Surveillance System?!?! What the fuck! Could it have recorded... them? Doing it?"

Jeri: "Oh. They were doing it in the living room and the Toy Room, right? Then, I doubt it. The only active cameras are on the exterior. There are cameras inside, but I shut them off. And I disconnected it all from the web. Cause, what if somebody hacked into it? Then they might have video of me and George fucking. And not grainy, soundless video; top of the line, state of the art, high-quality shit. His aunt spared no expense. And I don't want my sexy fine ass splattered all over the 'net. Not for free anyway. Heheh. So, no worries there; Cassie's safe."

"Anyway, when George's parents moved here, he HAD to get a real job! And he had to go full no-contact with his ex. That was the deal for him to live in their condo. His aunt put the job thing in her will. To get the inheritance, the allowance, he's gotta work full-time. His aunt didn't want him to be a basement-dwelling loser, who spends all HER millions on junk; toys, comic books, shit like that. So, no job, no dough! Them's the rules for Georgie!"

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #20

"I Think I Love You" - The Partridge Family (1970)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I Get A Standing Ovation ")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 10:35am

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Millions? I knew George had inherited some money but... wow, MILLIONS.

Me: "Fuck! I had no idea. And you were gonna marry him? I mean, that's what Cassie said."

Jeri: "What? No! I was considering it, because George gets extra money if he has a wife, and I kinda need money until I finish school, at least. Here... lemme show you."

Jeri pulls George's aunt's will out of a drawer and points out the "wife" clause.

Jeri: "See? He gets another fifty thousand a year, if he has a wife. More if there's kids. But he doesn't want kids. Doesn't want responsibility. He couldn't handle it. He's a man-baby who refuses to grow-up. I doubt he's ever even read this contract/will thingie. George likes to be told what to do. Dominated. Controlled. You won't repeat that to anyone, right? I feel bad for him. I do love him, in a way, but I'm not "in love" with him. And what he did to you was horrible. But I'm surprised though cause he idolizes you. Calls you "Mr. Randtastic". He's usually really meek. And thoughtful. And generous. He pays for this place. And my school."

Me: "Yeah, Cassie mentioned that; that he pays for stuff. So, you were gonna marry him to pay for community college? Wasn't he doing that anyway? If you don't mind me asking."

Jeri: "Well, for me, it would be a temporary thing; the marriage. Just for the cash. The 50K a year wife money. And he knew that. See, I got accepted into the university that you and Cassie went to. The BIG EXPENSIVE one. I wanted to stay local. But my mom's poor and has shit credit. And my dad is... not in the picture. So, I didn't go. I went with the cheaper option; community college. And I had to do Only Fans to afford that! But then I met George. My Lucky Charm. And he offered to pay my tuition this year at the good school, if I'd be his gal. George doesn't like to be alone. He wants "people". Family. Not to be a "dad", but to be part of a group. To belong. Now, he has no one. Not even any friends, other than us. He has social anxiety. Like, me, you and Cassie are the only people I ever saw him bond with."

"I feel bad but... I don't want this anymore! I did my thing with George. This semester's paid so I'll just do Only Fans again to pay for the next. Or go back to community college. Don't worry about me, buddy. I'll get by. But... hey, it's getting late. Let's hit the showers. You might even get lucky again! OK?"

Me: "OK!" [I feel my heart fluttering as we get into Jeri's shower stall]

I had no idea that Jeri had been accepted to my school. Did she ever mention it before? Again, Cassie might be right; I don't pay enough attention when people talk.

Jeri: "Oh! Wait a sec. Can I ask a favor? Can I... smell your arm pits? Heheh. I like smells."

I say OK, and sweet little Jeri lifts my arm up and puts her nose in my pit.

Jeri: "Mmm. Ah. Oh. You smell so gooood! I love your smell. Oh, Rand. Mmmm."

And I notice that she's touching herself. Fucking hot!

We turn on the water and soap each other up. Our hands slide up and down each other's bodies. Our lips meet and my cock goes hard again. It pokes Jeri's belly, then she turns and presents her hind quarters to me. I rub the head of my mystic mallet against her voracious vulva and give a little push. It glides into her. Jeri is panting and moaning and begging.

Jeri: "Ohhh! Hnnn! Ah Ah Ah... gimme! COCK! Gimme cock! Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh Rand! I'm your bitch! Fuck me, Rand! Fuck your bitch! Ohh! Hnnnn-ohhhhh! "

Me: "Are you mine? Are you my bitch? Who's bitch are you? Are you mine? Or George's?"

Jeri: "YOURS! YOUR BITCH! Ohhh! I'm YOUR BITCH! Rand's Bitch! Oh! OHHHH! Uh uh uh!"

We fuck until I heard Jeri blaring "YEAH! Fuck me! Like a BITCH! Like a DOG! Bang it HARD! BANG ME! Bang it like a screen door in a hurricane! BANG ME! BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG! Uh-HUH! AH! FUCK! FUCK! Hot! DICK! Fucker. Cunt Fucker! Uh Oh Ah."

Jeri comes again. Boy Oh Boy, does she ever! NICE! Another orgasmic ovation. And the acoustics in her bathroom really enhance the experience. The amateur porn she showed me, her climatic caterwauling, her viselike vagina, and the erotic, forbidden circumstances of the situation fuel my adulterous lust for this bodacious blonde. I come again. Inside her again. Damn. Hot damn. Nice. This luscious little chickadee is atomic-powered explosive space dynamite! She's a cosmic inferno high voltage electrical powder keg on steroids! She's a Phil Spector wall-of-sound barrier-breaking supersonic slinky siren wailing woman.

And... she's easy to talk to! She's so open and honest and COOL about stuff.

I think I'm in love.

Chapter Seven Playlist, Track #21

"Don't Leave Me This Way" - Thelma Houston (1976)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Gone Girl")

Actual Date/Time: Sunday September 1st, 2024 11:15am

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We soap and wash and rinse and dry. While Jeri blow-dries her hair, I dress. Then I watch her; nude, unashamed, flaunting her sexy young athletic body at me. She's a fucking blonde nuclear bombshell. And in a few hours, my wife Cassie and I will light her fuse, watch her sizzle and make her explode, as we fuck her hard in our king-size bed, in our Sugar Shack, on the dead-end street. Maybe I'll record it for posterity. I've seen a bit of Jeri on camera, and the camera absolutely loves Jeri.

I kiss Jeri goodbye, and we do some final plotting regarding Cassie. We agree, this morning is our secret. We sketch out some alibis, just in case my wife's "Nympho-Braniac" female intuition fires up again. And I'm off. Back to see my wanton winsome wifey.

As I drive back home, my mind roams. George has been very generous to us all. Whenever we go out, he never lets me pick up the check. He lavishes us with gifts and hospitality in his home. But he's been lying about his job to impress us; make us think he's sophisticated, savvy, worldly. Jeri said her mom lies to manipulate people. Even that Valleri chick lied to get OnlyFans subscribers. Something is amiss. And that something is... "A Miss" Cassie, my cheating spouse who is busy right now preparing for our first threesome.

But when I get home, Miss Cassie is... gone.

(to be continued)