Shelly and George - Redux

Shelly and George - Redux
by Zeb1094

Picking up my cell phone off my desk as I prepared to go home, I noticed a voice mail waiting for me. Pressing the voice mail button, I pressed the phone to my ear to listen.

"Shelly, hi, it's Jim, just calling to let you know I'll be in town next week. So, if you would like to get together, give me a call or you can meet me in the bar we first met at eight in the evening on this coming Saturday. Be looking to hear from you or see you soon. 213-555-8988."

"Shit!" I said under my breath.

I stood there looking at the phone as a quivering started in my belly. How could I have done that, what seemed so, long ago? The last time I had seen "Jim", I had been living out one of my loving husband's fantasies that turned into my worst nightmare. Not that Jim was a nightmare, just the situation.

Sitting back in my chair, I thought back to Jim and the days after our encounter.

* * * *

As my orgasm subsided, a thought popped into my head. What have I become? The movement of Jim inside me and that tingling in my gut consumed my thoughts. The rest of the night was a blur of ecstasy and fulfillment. In the morning, I was able to enjoy that feeling one more time before I had to leave. Kissing Jim good-bye, god he was good, I turned and walked out the door to catch a cab home. Sitting in the backseat of the cab for the long ride home I thought to myself, how the hell had you let him talk you into this mess? I had been a fool, but my love for George had been so strong, so overwhelming, I was dizzy with emotion.

When I got home, my dear George was sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of scotch in front of him. When I came in the door, he looked up with the saddest eyes, yet there was a touch of anger there too. Filled with anger, at myself and at him, I just stared back. Even though I had enjoyed my time with Jim, it was a foolish mistake. An enjoyable, foolish mistake, but a mistake all the same, made by me and initiated by my loving husband.

"How many of those have you had?" I asked him.

"I poured this one when I got home, haven't touched it. How could you?"

"How could I what George?"

"How could you have sex with that man? That stranger?"

"You wanted me to. You wanted him to pay to use me like a common whore."

"But how could you go through with it?"

"Listen George, we're both tired. We're also both pissed about what happened. For every question you have of me, I have an equal amount for you, so let's just get some sl**p and deal with this later." I was exasperated with him and myself.

"No, let's deal with it now!" he shouted at me.

I just looked at him, shook my head and went upstairs to change clothes and get into bed and sl**p the rest of the day. I was exhausted. He was right behind me. When I got to the bedroom door, I turned in the doorway stopping him from entering. Smiling I closed the door and locked it. Sure, he could unlock it from the outside, but there would be consequences.

I changed clothes, carefully hanging my whore dress up and crawled into bed. I was asl**p by the time my head hit the pillow.

* * * *

When I woke, it was dark outside. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I saw it was just five in the evening. Sitting up I yawned and listened. The house was quiet, too quiet. Getting up I opened the door and almost tripped over George. Shaking my head, I quietly stepped over him and went downstairs.

Casey and Maria were sitting quietly on the couch watching TV. I went to my daughter, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. She quietly said she loved me, which almost made me cry.

"Has she eaten?" I asked Maria.

"Yes Miss Shelly, she had two chicken legs and mashed potatoes and gravy with a little corn on the side."

"Good Casey, my you're getting to be a big girl. Mommy loves you sweetie," I told her getting up and going into the kitchen.

In the oven, I found what was left of the KFC and fixed myself a plate. Sitting at the kitchen table, I went about filling my ravenous stomach. I was really hungry. I hadn't had a bite since yesterday at lunch. Last night I had been too nervous to eat thinking about what I was about to do.

That son of a bitch, how the hell could he blame me for what he wanted me to do? Damn. I knew where this was going to end before it even started. I knew the minute I said yes, he would blame me for his remorse for having done what he wanted.

Thinking back to last night I shivered as I remember the feelings that raced through my mind and body as I had a stranger touch me for the first time in ten years. Son of a bitch, why had I let him talk me into doing this, into…damn it all to hell. Getting up I ripped open the fridge and grabbed a beer. Not the cheap stuff he served our guests, the good stuff he saved for himself.

Sitting back down, I took a long, hard pull on the bottle. I tried to think of more pleasant things as I ate. Just as I was finishing, George walked in. I tipped the beer bottle up, sucked the rest of it out of the bottle and slammed it down on the tabletop.

"Fuck you, asshole!" I yelled at him.

He cringed at my words. His shoulders sagged as he dropped to his knees.

"It's your fault. How many months did you badger me for what happened last night? How many, George?"

"Six," he whispered.

"Six, long, nagging months and how long did it take you to realize that I was then a whore? Don't answer that, I will. Thirty seconds I'd bet. Thirty seconds after my ass was out that barroom door. However, it was too fucking late, wasn't it? Too late for you to get your wife back and now you're stuck with a whore, aren't you?"

He knelt there, silent. I could hear him sobbing.

"Oh do shut up. God, what the hell did you think would happen? God this is so pathetic. You wanted this and now it's my fault, well fuck you," I whispered hoarsely.

"Shelly," he sobbed. "Shelly, I…I…"

"Well spit it out George!"

"I just want to apologize for last night and this morning. I sat outside the bedroom door thinking about what you said. How it was my idea. About what you just said, it is my fault. Shell I love you so much, so fucking much."

"Get off your knees George." I stood, looking down at him.

"George, I just want you to know, I don't hate you. It's just…it was just you blaming me for your feelings of betrayal. I didn't betray you dear that was your doing. Try to understand that and maybe we might get through this."

"I'm sorry dear, I really do love you."

I pulled him into my arms, cradling his head in my hands.

"Listen, we'll get through this, but you have to realize, things have changed. Things between us have changed. I'm sorry to tell you that last night opened my eyes to new and exciting thing."

"What are you saying?" He pulled back looking at me in surprise. His face fell as I talked.

"I found I enjoyed last night. I'm sorry to say that, but it's true. It was you that opened my eyes and my mind. You brought a new and exciting life style to our marriage. If you want me to stop, I have to tell you I don't know if I can. I can tell you that I won't be doing it all that often, but I might go out on a night on the weekend. I may even take a weekend away from home."

"What are you telling me Shell?"

"I liked getting fucked by a stranger. I liked the attention he paid, no pun intended, to me.
George you have opened Pandora's Box and it will be very hard to get it closed."

"My god Shelly, you can't be serious?"

"What did you expect would happen? This is what you wanted. Think about what you nagged me about for six months? I agreed, I did it and I found I liked it! Now I'm just supposed to go back to my routine as if nothing has happened. Bullshit!"

"Shelly! God what have I done?"

"George, don't get me wrong. I still love you just as much now as I did before last night. In fact, I might even love you more. Still, you have let me see a side of myself I would never have known if not for last night."

"God, Shell. Oh God, what have I done? What have I done?"

"Come with me George, I'll show you what you have done. Maria, take care of Casey, her father and I will be busy for a while."

"Yes Miss Shelly."

Leading George up to the bedroom, I closed and locked the door. Turning to him, I started to unbutton his shirt. When he raised his hands to help me, I swatted them away. Pushing it off his shoulders, I let it fall to the floor. Moving my hands down to his belt, I unbuckled it, unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. Dropping to my knees, I pulled his boxers down to his ankles, helping him remove them and his pants from his feet.

Raising my eyes to look up at him, I opened my mouth and took his cock in my hand, kissing the head. He stared down at me surprise and lust, on his face. Taking his cock into my mouth, I sucked him in as deep as I could. His moan of pleasure spurred me on.

I knelt there sucking my husband like a whore. I used my tongue, my hands and my teeth to give him pleasure. Ten minutes after I started, his semen shot into my mouth. A first for him and me, I had never let him do this in the past. He came even harder than usual, realizing I wasn't going to pull him out.

When he finished spurting into my mouth, I drew him out slowly. Looking up at him, I opened my mouth, showing him his cum. Closing it, I swallowed. His eyes widened. Opening my mouth again, I showed him I really had swallowed him. Getting up, I wrapped my hand around his cock and kissed him, hard. Slowly moving my tongue to touch his lips they parted letting my tongue in to dance with his.

Turning him, I pushed him down on the bed. Backing away, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it at him. Then pulling my panties down, I kicked them off. Holding up my finger, I went to the bathroom for a couple of things we would need. What I had in my hand confused my George. Smiling, I climbed into bed with him, kissing his lips as I stroked his hardening cock.

Taking the item in my hand, lube, I squeezed some out on my hand. Applying it to his hard cock was actually fun. It was a completely different feeling than just stroking him without. The hand I had the lube on still had enough on it to do what I wanted to do next. Lying on my back, I spread my legs wide, reached down and smeared lube all over my asshole. To say the look on George's face was surprise would be an understatement. Crooking my finger at him, he crawled between my spread legs.

I grabbed his cock and pressed it to my ass. Smiling, I nodded at him. Opening his eyes wide, he slowly pressed forward. As he entered me, I tried not to show that he was causing me any pain. He actually wasn't, he was being very considerate. I let him continue at his own pace, until he was all the way in me. I pulled him down on top of me, wrapping my arms around him.

"Fuck me like you never fucked me before darling," I whispered in his ear.

He shook with pleasure. Then started to withdraw, when he was halfway out he slammed back into me. To my surprise it didn't hurt, it actually felt good. He slammed into me over and over, faster and faster until he was pounding into me and me into the mattress. Tears of joy started to roll down my cheeks as my orgasm shot through my belly.

"This is how much I love you dear. Never again will I refuse you this pleasure," I told him as he grunted with his exertions.

"God, I love you Shell. Just promise you will never leave me, please?"

"Of course I'm not going to leave you. Oh you poor dear, is that what you thought would happen? I would leave you?"

"Yes," he panted. "I thought you found, god I thought you would leave me."

"No, never, dear, I love you too much to leave you. The unfortunate thing is I will want to do what we did last night again."

"Oh god, I think I'm coming," he shouted as he slammed into me one last time.

A warmth spread through my belly as his cum filled my bowels.

"You liked what I said, didn't you?"

"Yes, I hate to admit it, you with another man, does excite me. But fear of losing you overrides that."

"No worry about that dear. I love you way too much to leave you and I know you liked what I did last night, but worry got to you. I know you like the thought of other men desiring me. It turns you on and we can deal with your worry after a few times of me with other men."

"I know and I'm really sorry about this morning's recriminations."

"I know you are dear. Now let's go have some time with Casey."

"Okay."

* * * *

That was two months ago. I hadn't spent another night away from home since then. Of course, I hadn't had much time, what with work, Casey and George. All of a sudden my only on the weekend lover had turned into every night lover. It was really great. After about a month, he started to slack off as his energy reserves drained away into my ass. It seemed he couldn't get enough of my ass.

The second month he started just to want me on the weekends again. He would welcome my advances during the week, but wouldn't initiate them. I wasn't mad, but I was starting to get the itch for a cock in my pussy. God was I really using that word? I was horny when the call from Jim came.

As I sat there, in my office, I decided I needed a night out, maybe a weekend. The week Jim was coming into town was only a weekend away, so why not have some fun myself. Picking my phone up again, I dialed his number. He answered on the first ring.

"Hello there cutie," he said.

"I don't know who you think you're talking to, mister," I laughed.

"Just the sexiest woman I have ever met, except for one other."

"When are getting into town? Would it be Friday night? The reason I'm asking is I'm looking for a weekend of fun and games if you are up for it?"

"Wow! Sure, I can arrange to be there Friday night."

"It won't disturb anyone will it?"

"No, no not at all, it's a date and I can hardly wait." I laughed a little at his pun.

"Then I will see you there. I will wait for you in the bar. Just look for the hot redhead in the red dress."

"Oh god, yes. See you then sexy."

"Bye, bye," I said closing my phone.

I sat there a couple of minutes longer contemplating if this was the right thing to do. Then I decided "Fuck It" and headed home.

When I got home, George was already there, playing and talking with Casey. I went upstairs to change, then back down to join them. After awhile we sat at the kitchen table to eat. After dinner, Maria took Casey up for her bath, while George helped me with the dishes, a first for us both.

"The reason I had Maria take Casey upstairs is because I want to talk to you."

"What is it dear?"

"Jim will be in town weekend after next."

George was silent. Looking at him, I saw him frozen in place.

"He is?" he stammered.

"Yes and he asked me to join him for the weekend."

"He did?" he croaked.

"He did and I said yes."

George dropped the glass he was holding. Looking at him, I was surprised to see he had a tent in the front of his pants.

"That is okay with you, isn't it darling?"

"Uh, sure…if that's what you want to do," he said softly.

"That's not an answer to my question." I could see the tent rise farther into the air.

"Yes, that will be fine," he groaned. A wet spot started to spread across his pants. "Can you finish these few left? I have to go upstairs for a minute."

"Sure honey, go ahead, I'll finish up here," I giggled as he turned and hurried upstairs to clean himself up.

So, it looked like a date for me next weekend. That night I got a royal ass fucking from George and again the next morning.

* * * *

I arrived at the hotel early and sat in the bar sipping club soda. I wanted a clear head. Over the last week, I had thought a lot about what I was doing tonight. A couple of times I almost called Jim to tell him I wouldn't be there. Each time I had changed my mind as I started to punch the numbers into the phone. I had finally decided to enjoy myself. I mean, George didn't object and a man I had been with before was willing to be with me again. He had also made me feel good.

As I sat there, several businessmen approached me. I had let each buy me a club soda and sit or stand next to me. We had talked and laughed, but when they asked me if I was available to go up to their room, I had to disappoint them and tell them I was waiting for someone. They all looked sad, but thanked me for the conversation giving me a slight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"So, how much?" I turned to see who had asked that.

"Excuse me?" I retorted, looking at a strange man in a natty suite.

"How much darling?"

"You must have me mixed up with someone else," I told him.

"Well, I figure your price must be so high that none of the guys who have bought you drinks could afford you. So how much?"

"Go away."

"Not until you tell me how much?"

"You might want to heed my wife," a familiar voice said from behind me.

"Your wife! That's a laugh…"

The nasty man never finished his statement. Looking up from the floor, his nose bleeding, his eyes wide with surprise, he just stared at Jim.

"Thank you dear, I was just about to do the same."

"No prob…"

"You have just earned yourself a night in jail, my friend," the man said from the ground.

"Really? For defending my wife's honor?"

"She's not your wife," the man said climbing to his feet. "She walked her slut ass in here an hour ago and has not moved that hot ass off the stool since. She has been looking for the right score to come along and…"

He was back on the ground his nose bleeding even more.

"You had better get your facts straight before you go calling respectable people names."

"That's it, you're off to jail, my friend," he said rising to his feet again.

By this time, the hotel manager had appeared on the scene. He stood over the man on the floor tapping his foot.

"What kind of trouble are you causing for our guests this time Mister Wills?" He asked the man on the ground.

"I'm not, this man hit me twice. This woman has been sitting here searching for the right John."

"Apparently, Mister Wills thinks I'm a prostitute," I told the manager as I handed him my work ID.

Looking at my ID, he laughed while looking down at Wills.

"You will apologize to…"

"Please don't sir," I told him as he was about to use my name.

"…this beautiful woman and to our guest Mister Calen. Do you understand Wills?"

"What? He hit me!"

"I would have too, if you called my lady friend a whore. She is a very respectable woman. Now apologize. Then clean out your things, you're fired."

"Well then fuck you," Wills said climbing to his feet and stomping off.

"I do have to apologize. I knew I shouldn't have hired him. This is the second time he has made a mistake like this. I sincerely apologize, Mister Calen, my dear lady."

"That's quite all right," I told him. "Although, you could send a bottle of champagne with two glasses up to Mister Calen's room, comp of course."

"Of course dear lady," the manager said waving a hand at the bartender as I slid off my barstool.

"Thank you, sir," I told him as I walked away with Jim toward the elevators.

Once in the elevator, Jim wrapped me in his arms and kissed me passionately until they opened on his floor. Taking my hand in his, he led me down the hallway to a door. Inserting his keycard the latch clicked and we were inside the door closed and locked behind us.

We stood just inside the door, kissing and tonguing each other. Jim's hands roamed my body, squeezing my breast, ass and neck, gently. I was so turned on I had his cock in my hand squeezing him hard. With each squeeze, he moaned into my mouth.

"I guess you really missed me, uh?" I ask playfully.

"Oh god did I. You made quite an impression with me my dear."

"You with me also," I told him.

There was a knock at the door. Jim held up his finger as she stepped away reaching for the door. I stepped farther in to the room and turned toward the door. The bartender came in and placed a bottle of champagne, in an ice bucket, along with two flutes, down on the table. Nodding to Jim, he waved off the tip he had ready and backed out the door, closing it as he did.

Smiling at me Jim opened the champagne and poured us both a glass. Handing me one, he held his up.

"To a beautiful friendship, may your weekend be filled with lust," Jim laughed, touched his glass to mine and sipped.

"Here, here," I said taking a large swallow of mine.

I placed my glass back on the table. Jim did also and swept me up in his arms. I laughed as he carried me to the bed. I yipped as he dropped me on the mattress. Laughing we rolled around on the bed kissing and fondling each other. God I was so turned on, I couldn't wait.

Pushing him onto his back I quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his pant, pulling them down far enough to get his cock out of his shorts and into my mouth. It was still semi-hard, but firmed up in my mouth quite nicely. Propped up on his elbows, Jim watched me suck him. Caressing his testis had him groaning and moaning. I didn't want him to come yet, so I popped him out of my mouth. Hiking my dress up so I could straddle his hips, I reached down and inserted the head of his wonderful cock in my pussy. Sitting down, I growled as he hit my cervix.

"Just as I remember it," Jim said softly.

"God yes, oh god yes," was all I could say.

Jerking my hips, his cock flicked across my cervix. Jumping with pleasure each time it did made me all the more excited. The look on Jim's face was amazing.

"No condom?" he asked.

"We'll get one on you before I let you come, don't worry."

"Well you better do it soon," he said.

Standing up on the bed popped him out quickly. Stepping off the bed, I went to my purse and brought back a condom. Unwrapping it, I rolled it down his still stiff cock. Climbing back into bed I straddled him once more and sat on his latex covered cock. It didn't feel, as good, but it would do.

"Ah, that's feels good, so good," I whispered.

"Shelly, god you are beautiful," Jim told me.

Feeling my face warm with the blush his words brought, I just smiled down at him as I fucked myself on his hard cock. Ten minutes into our coupling, my orgasm burst forth from my belly. Shuddering and pressing down on him, Jim groaned as he felt my vagina muscles clench. Then I felt the warmth of the condom filling as Jim jerked up into my body. Leaning forward, I kissed him passionately. Raising my ass up, he dropped out of me.

Moving down his body, I pulled the condom from him and sucked him into my mouth, licking and sucking him clean. When I was finished, I climbed out of bed and poured myself another glass of champagne. Turning toward the bed, I saw Jim up on his elbow smiling at me.

"Join me on the couch and we'll talk," I told him as I walked over and sat down.

He rose from the bed, kicked his pants and boxers off and got himself another glass of champagne. Smiling the whole time, he came to the couch and sat next to me.

"I know you have many questions, so shoot," I told him.

"How could you tell?"

"The looks you gave me in the bar and as we walked to the elevator."

"I don't really know where to begin. How did things go with you and…George was it, when you got home?"

"Ah, it was interesting and almost resulted in our splitting up."

"But you haven't split up?"

"No. We were able to work things out between us. His greatest fear is losing me to another man, which is why I will now only…with married men."

"So, he thought after one time, you would leave him for the other man?"

"Yes."

"How did you dissuade him?"

"I let him fuck me in the ass. I had never let him do that to me and thanks to you, I have found I really like to do it that way. Unfortunately, George has only fucked me in the ass since that night, which is why I'm so horny."

"You have created a monster then?"

"Yes."

"Any plans to do what you did last time?"

"Could be, could be."

"Well I do know some married gents that would give their soul to have a few hours with a woman like you."

"Ah, that does sound interesting and if we could set it up properly it might give George a chance to live out his fantasy. And I would get a good fucking to boot."

"I'll have a talk with them to see when they will be in town."

"That would be nice. Are they all as good looking at you?"

"Uh, I couldn't really tell you? None of them are fat, all are in good health and physically fit."

"Ah well as a hooker I guess I can't be choosy."

"Ha ha, there ya go, that the spirit."

"How about your wife, has she given in?"

"No. We had a big fight about it after I asked her. She didn't talk to me for three days. Then she fucks the crap out of me on the fourth day."

"Sounds like she thought about it and liked what she heard. I just think she doesn't wants to tell you that she does."

"That maybe, but I would never f***e her to do it, if she really doesn't want to."

"George was the same way, he just wore me down. I do love him. I love him enough that I did what he wanted. Unfortunately, he couldn't handle it that first time. Do you think you can?"

"I don't know, I truly think I can, but there is that doubt."

"Ah, yes. I have had that doubt raise its head several times the past week."

"Really?"

"Yep, I almost called you half a dozen times to tell you I wouldn't be here. Each time I thought about how George reacted, when I told him you called and invited me here for a weekend."

"How did he react?"

"He got very excited and fucked the crap out of me."

"God I love the way you talk."

"I didn't used to talk this way. It's only been since I met you."

"Sure blame the other man for everything."

Standing up I turned my back to him.

"Unzip me," I told him.

"My pleasure," he said standing.

The zipper on my dress, he pulled it down slowly. When he had the zipper complete down, I shrugged my shoulders. The dress slid down my body around my feet. Turning toward him, he had big smile on his face, to show him I was completely naked he kissed me hard. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Now he was naked. Turning, I picked up my champagne and drank it down.

"Bed, now, my pussy is on fire and you need to put it out," I told him.

"Yes ma'am, your wish is my command."

Climbing in bed with Jim close behind me, I flopped down onto my back. Jim pressed his mouth to my pussy, sucking my labia into his mouth and tickling them with his tongue. It felt so good. For the next twenty minutes, he brought me to the verge of orgasm. Almost close enough for me to slide over the edge, but not far enough to let me. I cried, groaned, moaned and shouted for him to make me come.

Finally, he sucked hard on my clit and I was crashing down the mountain. Jerking, shivering, shuddering with my orgasm I thanked him.

"Oh god, thank you, thank you."

"You taste so good, I love doing this to you."

Racked by another orgasm, I couldn't say a word. Suddenly drained of all strength I collapsed into the mattress. Jim crawled up beside me, stopping to suck on my hard, engorged nipples. It felt so good. The harder he sucked the harder they became until it was almost painful.

"You are one magnificent lady," he whispered in my ear while nibbling on my lobe.

"And you really know how to eat a pussy," I told him shuddering at what I just said.

Kissing me, I let his tongue in to dance with mine. Then I pushed his out and mine into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue like it was my clit. Getting up on his knees, he rolled a new condom onto his hard cock. Moving gently between my spread thighs, he brushed his hard cock up and down my pussy. Then suddenly he was inside. No pain, he was just in me all the way, his pelvis pressed against mine. I gasped at the suddenness, then moaned as the feelings of pleasure shot through me.

He fucked me slow at first, gently pushing into me and slowly pulling out. He made no quick movements, no slamming, no pounding, just slow magnificent loving. Slowly, he started to speed up until he was sliding in and out of me fast. By that time, I was coming and coming. I was bucking my hips up to meet him on his down thrusts. It was a magnificent ride. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, my abdomen was clenching.

"God, oh god, oh god, I'm coming, oh Jim I'm coming," I shouted grabbing Jims back and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Jim groaned slamming into me one last time. He grunted each time his cock pulsed inside me. Then he collapsed on top of me crushing me into the mattress. My arms and legs were still around him tight. I was still feeling minor tremors of orgasm. I just lay there enjoying his weight on me.

"Oh Shelly, you are the best," Jim panted.

I shook all over when he told me that. I don't know why, I just did. Rolling off of me, he took a deep breath and blew it out his mouth. Rolling toward him, I kissed his cheek.

"You better slow down there Jim. We have a whole two days and two nights left."

"God yes," he said pulling my lips to his.

I giggled flopping onto my back and looking up at the ceiling. I was actually happy. Last time I had been with this man, I had enjoyed it, but I had also been apprehensive.

The rest of the weekend was almost non-stop sex. The man was almost as insatiable as I am. His cock would get hard at the drop of a hat or my panties, although I hadn't worn any. We ordered room service for meals and stayed in the room pretty much. On Saturday night, we did go down to the bar for drinks.

Several men, who were bold enough to approach me, with Jim sitting there, hit me on. A couple of others waited until he went to the restroom. Each one flattered me and I was turned on at the thought of them and me in a bed upstairs. As Jim and I returned to the room, I couldn't help think of George. When we were naked again and Jim was gently and slowly eating my pussy, I dialed home.

George answered on the second ring. I told him I was okay and that I had a free moment while Jim was eating me. I could hear George gulp at my statement. We talked for a little while, he asked me questions and I told him what was happening. Halfway through our conversation he yelled 'Oh god' and I knew he had come. He came again just before I hung up as I moaned my orgasm into the phone. Closing my phone, I pulled Jim's mouth to my pussy hard.

On Sunday afternoon, I kissed Jim good-bye.

"Listen, next you come to town, make sure you have your lab results with you so we don't need those condoms."

"Shelly, I'm surprised at you, unprotected sex with a veritable stranger? What kind of a doctor are you?"

"The kind who doesn't take chances," I told him. "You either bring current test results, nothing older than three days or bring a big box of condoms. Your choice," I laughed.

"You got it beautiful," he replied kissing me gently.

"Oh and forget you ever knew I was a doctor, got it?"

"Got it sexy," he laughed.

I turned and walked out the door of his hotel room. The drive home was….boring.

Walking in the door, George was there to meet me. He pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. Then he kissed me gently and tenderly. My lust rose from the depth of my belly as he continued to hug and kiss me.

"George," I said pushing him away a little, "whatever has gotten into you," I said slyly.

"Maria has Casey at the park, we have about an hour. I want you, now and then again tonight. I want your pussy. I want your ass. I want your mouth. I want all of you. I want you to tell me about fucking another guy. I want details and I want them now."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me f***efully upstairs. Once the bedroom door was closed and locked, he unzipped my dress pushing it off my shoulders. Looking at me, he stripped naked. His cock was harder and bigger than I had ever seen. Pushing me back onto the bed, he climbed between my legs and pushed his cock into my wet pussy.

The way he was acting turned me on, a lot. He fucked me fast and furious. Within minutes he was coming. Pulling out of my pussy, he used his come to lube my ass. I was ready for him when he pushed into me. When he started to fuck my ass, I came. Then I came again and again, as he called me every name he could think of.

"God damn, I love fucking your slut ass. How many times did he fuck your pussy whore? Shit your cunt was so fucking wet you whore. God you're such a slut, letting a stranger fuck you all weekend. God I love you Shelly. My slut whore of a wife."

He was coming again as was I. I had never realized how turned on I would get being called those names while someone fucked me. That's what George was doing, fucking me. He wasn't making love to me. He was using me like the whore I was and I loved it. This was turning into a very interesting lifestyle. I think was going to like being my husband's whore.