Carl Tropper - Suburban Wives and Their Sexual Infidelity

Well, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm just an average person really. I work as a cook in a restaurant, and I live in a modest apartment. I'm not fancy or anything, and I don't have a lot of money. The only thing is that I like a lot of sex.

That's why I have to turn to other women for it. My wife just isn't enough for me. She never could be, and I always told her that. I mean, my first wife wasn't enough for me either, and she always knew that, right from the beginning. I have never lied to either of them.

It all began when I was a kid I guess. I was fourteen at the time when I got my first piece of ass. And that was this married woman who was almost thirty. I met her in a coffee shop and she was after my cock before I knew what was happening. After her there were quite a few others.

As it turned out, they were always married women. I mean, there was something about a married woman that just turned me on. I would see one on the street and I would get a hard-on thinking about how I wanted to fuck her. And I wanted to fuck everyone of them that I saw.

Yeah, I really did want to fuck everyone of them. They all looked good to me, and the older I got, the better they looked. By the time I was twenty I was really a horny bastard, and I was fucking everything that had a cunt between its legs. I didn't care what she looked like just so long as she wanted to fuck.

Then I made the mistake of getting this girl pregnant, and there I had my first wife. I didn't mind so much at first because I really dug fucking her. At first that is. Then I got real bored with her, and after she had the kid, I didn't want her at all.

Now my first wife had an appetite for sex that was the same as mine, and I could tell that she was getting horny too. Then a funny thing happened one day. The couple from upstairs came down to see us one night like they always did. They were John and Cindy, and they were our best friends.

They were our age, and they had to get married too. John and I were both bitter about the whole thing, and actually our wives were bitter also. Well, this one night we started to talk about sex, and we never ever did that.

“You know,” John was saying, “I've been reading this book about how people swap wives.”

“Oh yeah,” my wife said. “Where did you get that?”

“I just found it on the bus the other day,” John replied. “It tells all about these high society people and about the parties they have. Two guys will swap wives, and then they'll take the other guy's wife and fuck her. They do a lot of that at these parties, and they can end swapping maybe three and four times in one night.”

Well, that was my turn to speak up, but when I did, I was only clowning around. Or at least I thought I was just clowning around. I didn't think I was serious.

“You know,” I said, “we could always have our own party. We have two couples right here. That's enough for a swap. We don't have to go to no party for that.”

Well, everyone laughed about it, and then we began to talk about it more seriously after awhile.

“You know,” Cindy said, “Charles is right. We don't have to go to no party. We can do anything rich people can do, and we can do it better.”

“Let me warn you about Charles then,” my wife spoke up, “he's an animal in bed. He wants to fuck you until your cunt falls off.”

“That's okay with me,” Cindy said, “my John here is the same way, and I swear his cock gets bigger all the time.”

“Well,” my wife added, “Charles' cock is as big as it's ever going to get, but let me tell you, that's pretty big. I'd match it against anyone's.”

“In that case,” Cindy then said, “that's something I've got to see.”

“And feel?” my wife asked.

“Not just feel,” Cindy replied, “I want to suck it. And suck it good.”

John and I were just sitting there letting them talk, and finally we decided to have our say.

“Well,” John spoke up, just before I did, “I'll have to say one thing about Cindy here, she throws a mean fuck, and she lets you know it. She gets them puppy dog lips of hers around your cock and she just doesn't let go for nothing. She wants to hang on with all her might.”

I had to smile at that.

“Look,” I said, “Ginger here is the same way. She's a bitch in bed all right, and she likes to mess it up. She'd just as soon get it in the ass, and in fact, that's where she wants it most of the time.”

“That's because I don't want to get pregnant,” Ginger then spoke up.

“I don't blame you,” Cindy then added, “once was enough for me as well. I mean, I liked fucking John and everything, and I thought he had the best cock going, but I never would have married him if I didn't get knocked up like I did.”

“I felt the same way about Charles,” Ginger then said. “He was the best fuck I ever had, but I just wanted to go on fucking him. I didn't want to marry him as well.”

Well that was all we needed. I could see Cindy looking over at me with lust in her eyes, and I was looking back at her the same way. John and Ginger were now giving each other the eye also. What had started as a joke was now no longer a joke. It was a very serious matter indeed.

“I've been wanting a different woman for a long time now,” I said.

“Same here,” John agreed.

Cindy and Ginger just nodded. They both wanted a different man.

“I think maybe we should go up to your place,” I said to Cindy, “and leave these two down here.”

“I think so too,” she said.

We got to our feet and walked out the door. We didn't even bother to look back to see what was going on, but we didn't have to. We knew. We practically ran up the stairs to her place, and as soon as we were inside the door, we were embracing madly and kissing each other, and grabbing at, each other all over.

“I've always wanted you to fuck me,” she moaned from way down in her throat.

“I've always wanted to fuck you,” I moaned from way down in my throat.

“It's about time then,” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed, “it's about time.”

I started to take off all her clothes, and when I had her completely undressed I waited while she undressed me. We were now standing in the middle of the room completely naked. We just stood there looking at each other, and then we began to grab for each other again.

I grabbed hold of both her tits and I was squeezing them with all my might. She grabbed onto my ass cheeks, and she was squeezing them with all her might. All I could think of then was shoving my cock deep inside her pussy, and shoving it in as hard as I could.

I got her down on her knees in front of me, and that's when she started going for my cock with that tongue of hers. She was licking it up and down, and I could feel her going after my balls as well. That's when I felt my balls swelling up to twice their normal size, and that's when I felt her licking me all the harder.

Then I could feel her taking my balls right in her mouth, and I could feel her sucking on them just as hard as she could. I felt the chills going all through my body, and I felt my whole body shaking. For some reason it felt so different to have her do this.

Ginger did this to me all the time-or at least she had-and it always felt real good when she did it. But it felt better now having Cindy do it. It felt a lot better. It was almost as if it was the first time I had ever felt anything like this, and of course it wasn't the first time.

It was far from being the first time, and I knew that, but still it felt that way, and I was glad of it. I wanted to feel as if this was the very first time. Also, I wanted to feel as if it was somehow perverse to have Cindy suck on my balls the way she was.

I kept saying to myself over and over again, this is adultery. You are committing adultery. Then I said it out loud to her.