A Tale of Two Wives

When I was eighteen I had a job at Walmart. 'Had' is the operative word in that sentence. I was released from my employment after having a minor difference of opinion with a customer. It was just a case where the customer wanted to return an item purchased and I refused to accept the return and demonstrated a remarkable unwillingness to refund their money.

My manager heard the exchange and had a few words with me. Two of them actually. "You're fired." He then started smarming all over the customer, assuring her that he was more than willing to accept the return of her purchase and refund her money.

I didn't depart immediately. I stayed to watch the fun. Where was the item she was returning? I answered before she could.

"It's out there, dickhead," I said. (You might guess I wasn't interested in getting my job back.) "And over there, and over there, and some more over there. You'll need a brush and shovel to get all of it."

What had happened was this. The woman had bought a very nice TV, quite a large one. She was parked just outside the doors and I could see everything. The box was too large to fit in the boot of her car so she'd taken the TV out of the box on the assumption that the TV was smaller than the box and would go into the boot.

She was right to a certain extent. She got at least half the TV in and tied it down, covering it with a blanket and tying the lid closed holding everything in place. Then she backed out. There was a car coming so she stopped, half out, apparently forgetting the amount of TV that stuck out. The passing car collected the TV, knocked it onto the road and ran over it. The next two cars also ran over it, leaving dead TV all over the place. So she wanted a refund and I said no.

(It wasn't saying no that got me fired. It was the fact that I gave my candid opinion of the woman, with moron being one of the kinder words. I don't think I'm cut out for customer relations.)

It was fun watching my ex-manager trying to change his mind about a refund. Having an expensive TV returned because it was faulty or because the customer made an error is one thing. Having a pile of twisted wreckage returned when the store was in no way at fault was something else.

When he tried to take back his assurance she was all, but you said, and I hastened to remind him that he had indeed given an assurance of a refund. My ex-manager finished up calling security. Not on the customer but on me, demanding they escort me out of the store. I left, laughing.

So there I was, temporarily between jobs. It wouldn't be for long. There's work available if you're willing to do it and I was. It wouldn't be in the retail industry, but I'd manage.

A couple of days after that event I was at home and at a loose end. One of the advantages of a steady job is that it gives you something to do. I couldn't even hang around with any of my mates because they were all at work. I could only sit back and wait for replies to my job applications. Feeling restless, and seeing it was a very nice day, I decided to stroll down the street. I'd buy some lunch while I was out.

A few doors down I came across Marlene watering her garden. A cute young thing, Marlene. She was about five foot six, nicely built, reasonably intelligent, in her early twenties. She was also married but I, being an arrogant young sod, ignored that. She was really quite attractive. I stopped to say hullo.

"Steve," she said in reply after I hailed her. "Not working today?"

"Not for a few days," I humbly admitted. "The boss caught me arguing with a customer and fired me."

"Bit harsh for a first offence, wasn't it?" she asked, sounding surprised.

I shrugged. "Who said it was the first offence?" I asked in turn. "Um, he might also have mentioned something about unsavoury language, but that was after he fired me."

She gave me a suspicious look and I told her the story.

"I was telling her she was a moron, studying to be an imbecile, when Mike came up from behind and heard me. End of the line for yours truly, but she really was a stupid woman. If you'd heard her going off you'd have agreed with me."

"So what are you doing now?"

"If you mean in general then I'm waiting for replies to my job applications. I'm sure a fine upstanding young man such as myself will be much in demand. If you mean this moment specifically I'm trying to think up an excuse for you to invite me inside so I can take unconscionable advantage of you. Maybe coffee?"

She blinked, looking a little startled, and then smiled.

"You're a little young aren't you," she suggested. "Besides, I'm married."

"Old enough," I assured her, "and I'm not married. You can consider it a teaching moment. I've barely begun a life of debauchery. I need an older woman to guide me."

"I'm not that much older," she said, sounding a little peeved. "Anyway, like I said, I'm married."

"Oh, that won't bother me. If it bothers you at all feel free to say no. I'll just ignore you and debauch you anyway."

"Not funny," she said repressively, but I just grinned.

"It amuses me," I pointed out. "I'll be even more amused once I hear you start protesting as I take off your clothes. Let's take this inside so we can advance my agenda."

I casually placed a hand on her arm and turned her with a little bit of pressure.

"So are you going to offer me coffee?" I asked as we moved towards the door.

"No, and I think you're in for a bit of a shock if you think you can try anything."

We'd reached the door by that stage and she calmly opened it and walked in, me following close behind.

"Why is that?" I asked, curious. She sounded amused and confident, quite sure that I wouldn't try anything she didn't want me to. Mind you, I suspected that she hoped I would try something. Good for her ego if nothing else.

She didn't have to answer. A voice behind me did that for her.

"If it's time for coffee I'm in," came the breathless voice and, turning my head I could see Denise from across the road following us into the house. I guess Marlene had seen her coming which was why she entered the house so agreeably.

Denise was a friend of Marlene. Similar in size but blonde to Marlene's brunette. Another attractive dish, also married.

"As a matter of fact, no, we weren't discussing coffee. I was simply dragging Marlene inside so I could work my wicked wiles upon her," I said calmly. "Seeing you're here I'm quite willing to handle both of you."

"He's kidding," said Denise and Marlene giggled.

"No, I think he's serious. Slightly demented, but serious."

Denise was nearest to me so I reached out, took her hand, and pressed it against my groin. Her eyes open a little wider when she found out what was waiting there.

"Ye gods," she gasped. "He's serious all right. Have you noticed what he's got?"

Marlene hadn't but she took the time to check now. She exchanged glances with Denise.

"Still," she said with a shrug, "we are married."

"You're straying from the point here," I told them. "Namely that I don't care about your marital status and I'm going to force myself upon you. I'm bigger and stronger than you and you'll just have to do as I say."

"You're dreaming," scoffed Denise.

"Why would I be dreaming?" I protested. "It's obvious I have the pair of you at a disadvantage. You're just going to have to get used to it. Ah, may I suggest that you start removing your clothing?"

"Not going to happen," said Marlene with a giggle, with Denise giggling and nodding in agreement.

I shrugged and reached for Denise. She was wearing tights and a t-shirt and it should be easy to take those tights down. It was easy, dead easy. I just took a hold of them and had them down round her ankles in nothing flat, rising back to my feet as she gave a squeaking yelp and cupped her hands in front of her groin.

"I can't believe you did that," gasped Marlene, while Denise was wailing, "Why me? I thought you were going to go for Marlene."

"I already said that seeing you're here I'll take on both of you," I pointed out. "I'm young and lusty and can handle you both without any problems. As to why you, well if I'd started on Marlene you might have got cold feet and bolted off home. It seemed to me that you're not going to bolt off home with your tights around your ankles."

"You can't seriously believe that we're going to let you have sex with us," gasped Marlene.

"You already checked how serious I am," I reminded her, taking her hand and pressing it against my groin again. "As you can feel, I haven't changed my mind."

I felt her hand close around me for a moment before she withdrew it. She and Denise were both glaring at me.

"What do we do?" Denise appealed to Marlene.

Well, you could always pull your tights back up if you're that reluctant. The thought crossed my mind but I wasn't so stupid as to express it.

"Well we either pick up a heavy object or," said Marlene, looking at the rolling pin over on the sink.

"Or what?" demanded Denise, with me echoing a silent, "Yes. Or what?"

"We acknowledge that he's too big and strong for us to handle and yield to his brutal demands."

"Now you're joking. Don't you understand that this is serious?" wailed Denise.

"Of course I do. I'll tell you what. If Steve can finish undressing you without hurting you at all I'll agree that's he's not likely to hurt us and get undressed as well."

"What? But he intends to fuck us. Isn't that hurting us?"

"Not if we cooperate."

I reached over and gave Denise a gentle poke in the breast, right where her nipple was tenting the material. No bra, just the t-shirt.

"Denise, take off you top," I said softly.

"Wh-why would I do that?" she demanded.

"Because then you'd be naked without being hurt and Marlene would be honour bound to get undressed as well."

"That's cheating," an indignant Marlene insisted.

"Not really. Denise will be taking off her top because I'm insisting that she does so. That makes me responsible for her naked state and you have to strip."

Denise started giggling again and stripped off her top with one smooth move. I damn near swallowed my tongue. She was a stunner, and she wasn't trying to cover anything, just standing there and daring Marlene to back down.

"Bitch. I'll so get you for this," muttered Marlene, but true to her word she did something to her dress and it slithered down, letting her step out of it. She reached behind her back and then her bra was dropping away, and moments later her panties were heading towards the floor.

Both women were now looking at me, waiting. Oh, yeah. I'd have to take off my own clothes now. I undid my trousers and pushed them and my jocks down and stepped out of them, and both women were looking pointedly at my equipment. I found I was blushing slightly under their regard, my cock twitching a little, to their great amusement.

I took off my top and tossed it on top of my trousers and just stood there looking at the two women.

After a moment Marlene said, "Well? What are you waiting for?" with a smirk and Denise started giggling.

"He doesn't know what to do," she said, laughing louder. "The poor little boy is all talk and a virgin."

I was blushing and ready to grab my clothes and bolt, dressing as I ran. I didn't get a chance to. Marlene reached over and her hand closed over my erection, not a tentative touch but a firm grasp.

"Let's take him where there's more room and educate him," she said, turning and towing me after her. There was no way I was doing anything but following her while she held me like that.

She led me down the hall to the master bedroom, stripped the covers off the bed, and climbed up onto the bed, me following closely. Denise was scrambling onto the bed next to me and I was wedged on the bed by two naked ladies.

I went to sit up, meaning to start touching everything I could, but I was pushed firmly down until I was lying flat.

"For now, just lie like that," Marlene said. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn to do things your way soon enough. Right now, lie there and suffer."

With that the pair of them started teasing me, touching me, feeling me up and trying to drive me insane, I was sure of it. I almost jerked clean off the bed, when Denise leaned over me and her mouth closed over me, her head bobbing up and down while I whimpered. She stopped, but did I get any relief? It is to laugh. Marlene waited a moment for my urgency to die down and then her mouth was on me, once again seeing how close I could be brought to the edge.

When she released me the two women looked at each other and then the next thing I knew they were playing a game of rock, paper, scissors. Denise won, giggled, and climbed onto me, straddling me.

"Now you just lie there," she told me firmly. "Don't try to respond to what I do or you'll fire off too soon. I'll let you know when you're free to go."

With that she lifted herself up, Marlene steered me into position under her, and then Denise was lowering herself. I just lay there, head tilted, watching this lovely young woman descend onto my shaft, feeling myself being engulfed by her passage, her hot wet flesh wrapping around me.

She just sat there for a moment, my cock deep inside her, my mind totally blown. After her moment's rest was up she started rocking, and I could feel my cock sliding back and forth inside her passage. I promptly had this sense of urgency and all I wanted to do was start thrusting into her as hard and as fast as possible. I started to pull back a little to do just that and Denise went dead still, finger pointing at me.

"No," she snapped. "If you try anything I'll get off and you'll have to finish by hand."

The way I was feeling that was a horrendous threat. I went dead still, letting her do what she would. She seemed to know just how far she could go without breaking me, and she played it to the limit. Several times I was sure it was all over for me, only to have her slow down and relax a little, letting my poor abused cock relax (a little), and then she'd be off again.

I don't know how long she was doing this but it seemed to go on for ever. Finally she gave a groan and started bouncing harder, yelling at me to go, go, go. I did my best but I was far too near the first go, and was exploding deep inside almost as soon as I got up that first determined thrust. Not that Denise was complaining as she was yelling and her passage was squeezing me dry.

Denise rolled off me and I was feeling pretty drained.

"OK," Denise said. "That's a start. Why don't you play with Marlene for a few minutes and give your balls a chance to reload."

I wanted to say that my balls would probably need a week to reload after that little effort but I kept my mouth shut. My machismo wouldn't admit to any such thing. Instead I started exploring Marlene's body, getting to know the female form more intimately. I stroked and rubbed and probed, tasting at times, as well. I was quite startled when Marlene suddenly sat up, pushing me back down on the bed.

"My turn now," she stated, moving to straddle me, and to my surprise I found that I had an erection again.

Marlene adjusted herself and then she was sliding down onto my cock. This time I knew what to expect.

Silly little naïve me. Did Marlene start rocking on me the way Denise did? Not on your Nellie. She bounced, sliding up and down my cock and having a fine time, snarling if I tried to do my part. Apparently they still didn't trust me to do my part properly.

I suffered (not that I didn't mind suffering in such a good cause), Denise giggled and watched, and Marlene bounced. The frustrating thing was that there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the way she bounced, slow and steady one moment and a frenetic motion the next.

My biggest problem was that every time that Marlene went into frenetic motion my cock got wildly excited and wanted to fire off. As soon as I was about to Marlene would drop back to slow and steady. Do all women know how to drive men insane this way?

She seemed to go even longer that Denise had. I put this down to the fact that my balls were still recharging. What annoyed me at the end was that Marlene didn't even give me a chance to start any energetic thrusting of my own. She just kept one of her frenetic episodes going a bit too long and I went off like a skyrocket, spraying deep into her. She didn't seem to mind as I think she was climaxing as well, not that I particularly cared if she did or not. Selfish of me, I know.

While Denise had been busy on me Marlene had fetched a bowl of water and a cloth. She now used it to wipe herself down and then wiped me down.

"Now we just relax for a few minutes while you recover and then we'll get you to do your thing instead of us doing ours," Marlene said.

I said, "Ummm," meaning I thing I'd already done my thing.

Denise giggled. "Don't worry about it. "You're young and horny. You'll be surprised how soon you're ready for action again."

With that they started touching me up, teasing me and working on me. It wasn't all that long before my cock started to stir, slowly coming to a full erection. An erection was one thing. I just didn't know if I had any ammunition to load my rifle.

The girls seemed to be content with what I was demonstrating. They looked at each other and nodded. Then they went rock, paper, scissors, again, with Marlene winning this time.

"OK, we've shown you what we can do," Marlene said. "Now it's your chance to show what you can do."

With that she rolled onto her tummy and then it was a case of bum up, head down.

"Well, hop to and show us how it's done," giggled Denise, and I moved somewhat nervously to position myself behind Marlene.

"Let me help you," said Denise, grabbing my cock and steering it into place. "OK. Now just go."

I gave a tentative push, finding my cock sliding between Marlene's lips a little way. Another little push and I sank a bit deeper.

"For god's sake, just do it," snapped Marlene, while Denise giggled some more.

"Put some muscle behind it, boy," Denise said between giggles. She's already all worked up and you should be able to get that thing all the way in with one stroke. Give it a go."

Wishing she'd just stop giggling I followed her advice and drove in hard, my cock this time absolutely driving home, our groins coming together with a slapping sound.

"That's right," said Denise. "That slap means you're doing it right. Consider it a form of spanking. Let's hear that spanking take place."

Well they certainly heard it. I went into overdrive, pounding away, as happy as Larry, whoever that happy chappy was. Marlene and Denise had both been relatively quiet when they were in control. Now that I was in control and actually fucking Marlene myself she was becoming increasingly noisy.

Not in a bad way. She was sounding quite enthusiastic about what I was doing, far more so than when she was doing it. Not that I gave a damn about her verbal antics. I was too interested in just plain fucking her, giving my all just as hard and as fast as I could.

I still had a lot in reserve, nowhere near ready to finish when Marlene shrieked and climaxed. Things slowed down for a moment at that point while she rode through her climax, and then I was ready to keep going. Instead of that things went strange.

Marlene pulled away, leaving me with a throbbing erection waving about in the air. I was like, "Say, what?" and Denise was there, giggling again, on hands and knees, bottom waving in the air.

"Hurry up," she called. "My turn. Let's not lose your little toy."

I shifted over and, remembering my poor start with Marlene, made amends by driving fully into Denise with that first thrust, feeling satisfied to hear her give a startled shriek. I got that slapping sound with the first thrust and I kept getting them as I did my best to make her regret teasing me. Fat chance of that happening. She was absolutely lapping it up. I suspected the rougher I was the more she'd like it, but I wasn't really in a position to experiment. Right now I was just trying to wind this up before I died from exhaustion.