Two Sides of Terri (2 page)

“Warned?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why?”

“Well...I guess it started when I took off my panties while sitting at the bar and dropped them in his lap.”

I gasped in shock. “Why’d you do that?”

“He asked me to,” she replied simply. “And I always did have trouble saying no to Chucky.” She paused to let that sink in. “But, of course, once I did that, he took it upon himself to examine how I was, um, groomed.”

I was literally speechless. I swallowed hard.

“I was completely bare,” she continued, the amusement obvious in her voice. “He liked that. He, um, liked that a lot. That’s when we got our first warning.”

“First?”

“Uh huh. We got chased away from the bar. So we went out on the dance floor. But we weren’t so much dancing as dry humping. You know how that is, right? I mean, you’ve had crazy times.”

Was she mocking me? I nodded wordlessly.

“Well,” she continued, “one thing led to another, and we ended up trying to find a quiet corner in one of the booths. But they chased us out of there. That was reserved for people with bottle service. So we got our second warning.”

My throat was completely dry. I had a painful knot in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I’d heard too much. An image flashed though my head of my beautiful wife, splayed out in the corner of a nightclub, getting finger banged by a virtual stranger, her own hands clawing at his crotch.

“Why didn’t you just leave, go his place or something?”

“I couldn’t wait.”

Ugh.
I.
The one word—that one letter—was like a kick in the gut.

“
You
couldn’t wait?” I repeated.

“Nuh uh. Not that he needed a lot of convincing. But...well, after the spectacle we’d been putting on, it wasn’t that surprising that one of the bouncers tracked us down and threw us out.”

“Jeez, baby, you’ve never wanted to have sex with
me
in public,” I said, giving voice to my hurt feelings.

“There are lots of things I’ve only ever done with Chucky.”

“Lots?”

I could see her nodding her head in my peripheral vision. “Lots.”

My mind was racing. I didn’t know how to process all of this. I had no real justification to feel jealous, or angry. But I was both. We’d been married eight years. It still felt like a betrayal somehow.

And also, what was she playing at? Yes, Janet had thrown it out there, and I’d reopened the discussion, but Terri seemed almost gleeful about rubbing my face in it, whatever
it
was.

I jolted upright as I felt her breath, hot and boozy, near my ear.

“You’re not angry with me, are you?” she asked tauntingly as her hand trailed down my chest and into my lap. Her hand closed on my package, and I realized I was already hard. “It doesn’t feel like you’re angry. It feels like you’re turned on to hear about my misbehavior.”

“I’m not.”

She laughed softly. “Mr. Happy disagrees.” She gave my rod a firm squeeze. I felt her pull down my zipper, her head now dipping toward my lap. She fished out my cock and stroked it.

God, road head, so dirty, so dangerous. It had always been a fantasy of mine, though I never mentioned it to Terri.

“Is this another one of those things you’ve only ever done with Chucky?”

“Yup.” She licked up and down the length of my shaft, making me gasp and shiver involuntarily, sending the car swerving into the next lane.

“This is not a good idea,” I groaned.

“Just relax,” she replied, “I have
a lot
of experience at this.”

And with that, she swallowed me deep into her mouth and began bobbing vigorously up and down on my shaft.

I moaned softly, resisting the temptation to close my eyes, forcing myself to stay focused on the road, but that was virtually impossible. It felt so good. Terri was swallowing me deep, her mouth hot, wet, so soft, so inviting.

And at the same time my mind was racing. I wasn’t the first man she’d sucked off in a car. She’d done this with Chucky. More than once. Enough times to be have
a lot
of experience. Who was this woman? Where has she come from? And why had she appeared tonight for the first time... for the first time for me, at least.

The thought caused my heart to rise into my throat.

Terri is a sensuous woman, and, of course, oral sex is a regular part of our loving making. She’s always good at it, and particularly enthusiastic when she’s had a few drinks. But usually nothing like this.

She was bobbing up and down on me like a woman possessed, swallowing me whole, sucking on me so wetly that I could feel her spit flowing onto my balls. And the sound... squishing, loud slurps, passionate moans that reverberated up and down my shaft.

I could barely see straight, and having to concentrate on the road was the only thing that kept me from coming right away. I drove carefully—probably suspiciously slowly—making sure that I neither got pulled over nor crashed into anything. But God, did she make it difficult, blowing me with abandon, her hands rubbing my thighs through my pants.

Luckily it was a short drive. I pulled into the driveway safely and put the car in park.

“We’re home,” I groaned softly.

“Uh huh,” she moaned around my cock, continuing to suck me off, her hand now sliding under my shirt to pinch my nipples.

I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, ostentatiously warning her I was close. She sucked me even deeper.

It was like she wanted me to come in her mouth. I’d never done that. It always seemed demeaning. But then suddenly, I thought of Chucky. I’d never seen him, didn’t know what he looked like. He could have been black or Asian or a little person for all I knew. But in my mind’s eye, he was broad shouldered Guido, his shirt unbuttoned to his sternum, a gold chain around his neck. He had thick curly hair and an arrogant smirk. I pictured him easing back his seat, grabbing a big handful of Terri’s thick, blond locks, as his fat tool slid deep into her mouth.

I came hard, shuddering. She didn’t even flinch. She swallowed my first two spurts easily. Taking just the head of my cock in her mouth, she pumped my shaft up and down with her fist, milking every last drop of cum into her mouth.

As good as it felt, it was still like a slap to the face. The reality of her claim to be experienced suddenly felt very real. She’d done this with Chucky. Blown him numerous times in a car, swallowing his load like a whore—a whore who’d also stripped off her panties in a bar, and fucked a stranger in a bathroom.

God, who was this woman?

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“We need to talk,” I mumbled. I opened my eyes just in time to see her yank open her door and slip out of the car and up the path to our house.

It took me a few moments to pull myself together so that I didn’t so obviously look like a man who’d just gotten his dick sucked in his driveway, and followed after her.

The first thing that I saw was her black, lacy panties balled up on the floor of the foyer. Then on the stairs, her stiletto pumps, haphazardly discarded. On the second floor landing, her black dress, draped across the carpet like the shed skin of a snake, and then hanging from a closet doorknob, her matching bra.

The door to our bedroom was open, the lights dimmed low.

“Oh God,” I groaned as I walked in.

She was naked, propped up on the bed. Two pillows were wedged beneath her shoulders, and her legs were spread wide, the soles of her feet flat on the sheets of the otherwise stripped bed. Her big tits were pressed together as she reached between her legs with both hands, one spreading her cleanly shaved pussy wide so that I could see the pink wetness within, and the other a blur as it rubbed her clit.

She looked up at me. “What took you so long? Chucky never kept me waiting like this.”

I rocked back on my heels, my emotions racing: anger at being taunted; humiliation at being compared to Chucky; confusion; and most of all lust. I was rock hard again. I can’t even remember stripping off my clothes, but in an instant, I was naked and launching myself at her. No kissing, no foreplay, just my hard prick stabbing wildly at her crotch until the head found her slit. I rammed it home.

She was so wet, so hot, I entered her easily, and took her like a man possessed.

“Ooooh, you
are
angry at me.” Her lips curled into an amused smirk.

“Is this how you like it? Is this how Chucky fucked you?” I was aroused, but also angry. Barely in control.

She moaned. She grabbed me around the neck, and put her lips close to my ear. I could feel her breath, coming in ragged gasps, hot, moist, and tinged with the unmistakable aroma of my jism.

“Almost...except he did it harder.”

I saw red and snorted like a bull. I rose up on my arms, lifting her head off the pillows as she clung to my neck. I fucked her even faster, sweat dripping from my forehead into the valley between her breasts. Our bodies were slapping together loudly, my dick making obscene squishing sounds as it churned into her wet snatch.

Her lips were still pressed up against my ear. “That’s it baby, give it to me good. Fuck me Chucky!”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her away from me, forcing her head back onto the bed.

“You’re a slut,” I hissed.

“Yes!” she groaned in response.

She had her eyes closed now, her hands grasping at her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. She wrapped her legs around my ass.

“Fuck me hard, Chucky, fuck me, oh God, Chucky, fuck meeeeeee....”

She came so hard that she almost bucked me off, her whole body convulsing and her pussy spasming wildly on my cock. I followed immediately after, overwhelmed by her passion.

I was lightheaded. I rolled off her and we both lay there panting. We needed to talk.

But I just needed to catch my breath...

CHAPTER 2:
EXPLANATIONS

I awoke the next morning as a beam of sunlight played across my face. We were naked, spooning, her firm ass against my crotch, my hand wedged between her boobs.

I heard a car door slam and looked at the alarm clock. 10:03 am. Shit, the kids were home.

I shook Terri awake and grabbed my own bathrobe, scrambling down the stairs picking up my wife’s discarded clothes as I went. I stuffed her panties into my pocket just the front door opened.

“We brought bagels,” my mom cheerfully announced.

“You look like shit,” my dad added in a whisper.

He was right. I’d noticed it myself in the hallway mirror. I hadn’t had enough to drink to blame it on hangover, but I felt like shit. Part of it was irritation at Terri’s revelations. An even bigger part was remorse at my own conduct. Jesus, had I really come in her mouth? Had I really called her a slut? Did I really screw her like one?

She was willing, yes. More than willing. But she was also drunk. And I felt like I’d taken advantage of her in ways that even if she were willing to forgive, I’d have a harder time forgiving myself.

I wanted—needed—to talk to Terri, but the day was a blur. We finally packed off my parents after brunch, but then almost immediately Herb and Melody showed up with their kids for a long-planned cookout. The whole time, I kept looking for an opportunity to take Terri aside, but there was never a free moment.

After they left, we still had a bunch of chores to do: cleaning, laundry, reading to the kids. When the kids finally went down, Terri and I collapsed exhausted into our bed.

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“We need to talk,” I said simply.

“What about...honey?” she replied with a smirk. For a second, I was sure she was about to call me Chucky again.

“About last night.”

“Didn’t you have fun?”

“Yes, but...” I’d had most of the day to think about what was really bothering me, but it was still hard to put into words. “You were so different last night....”

She sighed. “I was drunk. Feeling silly. Also, you kept suggesting I was a prude, and well, in that black dress with guys looking at me, I didn’t feel like a prude.”

“So, what you made that stuff up?”

“No, but I sort of wish I hadn’t said anything.”

That made me feel worse. “No, don’t say that. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t share things with me.”

“So what’s the issue?”

“It’s just, it seems like you were so different with...with him....”

She laughed. “
Him
? What is he, Lord Voldemort? The ex-who-must-not-be-named?”

“Okay, Chucky. You were much, I dunno, um, freer with him. I mean, you had sex with him on the first date...”

She shook her head. “No, it—”

“But last night, you said—” I interrupted.

“It wasn’t a date. He picked me up at a club and scored before we even left.” She continued with that lewd grin.

I shook my head. Who was this woman? “You made me wait, like—”

“Almost three months, I think?”

“Yeah,” I snapped, annoyed now. “What was that about?”

“I liked you.”

I snorted. “Well, then you must have loved him.”

She laughed. “Naw, I thought he was an asshole.”

I shook my head. “So...why?”

“Because he was good looking, funny, and seemed like he might be a good time...” She paused and then gave me that amused, and infuriating, smirk, “... and he was.”

I felt a burst of heat in my cheeks and a vision of Terri writhing beneath Chucky flashed through my head.

“And what was I? Some asshole who had to earn it?”

She shook her head. “No, sweetie, you’re not getting it. I knew right away that Chucky was never going to be more than a fling. So I didn’t care if he told all his friends that he banged me in a club. That I was just some hot piece of ass.”

“How do you know I don’t say that about you anyway?”

She laughed. “Oh, is that right? Is that what you and Herb were talking about over the grill?” She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Did you tell him I sucked you off in the driveway last night? That I swallowed all your come? That I was waiting for you in bed, naked and playing with my hot, wet pussy? That I begged you to fuck me hard?”