Megan Ch. 02

When Megan finally came home tonight she saw that the television was on and walked into the living room to turn it off. She put her hand to her mouth and crumbled to the carpet.

I'd downloaded all the footage I'd taken over the last few weeks onto a disc and looped all the footage. The twenty-eight minutes of video would keep playing and replaying until the DVD player was turned off. Me? I was in bed, with the bedroom door closed and locked. Was I asleep? Not a chance in hell. I was waiting for what I knew would come next.

Megan came down freshly showered and casually dressed about forty-five minutes later. The boys had already finished breakfast and were watching television in the living room.

"There is still coffee left and French toast in the oven on low."

"I'm really not hungry."

"Well eat it anyway. I'm not going to throw out good food just because you feel guilty."

She didn't respond. Just got a plate from the cupboard and grabbed what was left. While she ate I sipped on my coffee trying to figure out my next move. Saturdays were my busy days and I didn't want to get into it with her with my boys around.

"What did you do with the DVD?" I asked suddenly thinking about my boys in the other room. "I hope you didn't leave it in the player."

"I'm not that stupid. I took it out and destroyed it."

"I never thought you were a stupid woman before but now I'm starting to have doubts," I replied.

"Look, I may have pushed the envelope a couple of times but I never screwed anyone or even came close. It was nothing more than harmless flirting. I had a bet with Janet I could get those guys all hot and bothered and have them buy us drinks all night. And, you can see from the tape, it worked."

"Why didn't Janet do the flirting?"

"You've seen Janet. I'm surprised she can get her husband aroused enough to fuck her. I didn't spend a dime on drinks and made twenty dollars to boot."

"You know what they call women like that? Prick teasers. I've met my share in my life and I considered them lower than whale shit. In my opinion you've hit a new low."

"Rick, on the tapes it looks a lot worse than what actually happened."

"In whose opinion? If you'd seen me doing what you did, you'd be okay with it?"

"If it was just some innocent flirting, no harm no fowl."

I shook my head. "I'm taking the boys with me to Home Depot and Publix. I'll be gone no more than two hours. During that time I want you to think long and hard about what you did and where you think this marriage is going, if anywhere."

Megan started to say something but I stopped her. "I said when I get home!"

I was physically shopping with my boys but my mind was elsewhere. Was I somewhat to blame because I encouraged her to broaden her sexual horizons? Maybe it worked too well. I thought about her selection of porn topics. I could see the big dick tape but not that fucking one with gay guys. Did she think I was bi curious? Well after what I did, I think she got my message.

Megan wasn't home when I got back. Now where in the fuck did she go? I called her cell. She answered on the second ring. "Where in the hell are you?"

"I'm at Janet's and her, Ann, and I are talking. Are you home yet?"

"Well, yeah!"

"I'll be home in about an hour. Why don't we order in pizza so we can get dinner out of the way. This way we'll have more time to talk tonight." I said nothing. "Rick, you still there?"

"Yeah I'm still here." I held in my anger. "I want you home, in the fucking house in an hour understand?"

"No problem. Rick, I do love only you. You have to believe that."

"Just get your ass home." I disconnected the call. I had a bad feeling about this.

Like she promised, Megan was home by 3:00. She came bounding in the door with a huge smile on her face. Not good.

She came over, gave me a toe-curling kiss and said that she had a few things to do upstairs. Maybe those two women had told her what she'd done was over the top and she was totally in the wrong but I didn't think so. Fuck, it was going to be another long night, I just knew it.

I ordered pizza and a Greek salad. And by 5:30 we were eating. I looked around the table. Everything looked as it should, normal. While we cleaned up, the kids played video games, I could tell by the gunfire and explosions. I just hoped I wouldn't explode tonight.

With the boys in bed and a glass of wine in my hand I waited in the living room for Megan. She came in with two outfits on hangers. Now what?

"Before we start, I need your opinion on two outfits," she said stripping right there in the living room.

"Megan..." I started to say before she cut me off.

"Just go with me on this and I'll explain everything when I'm done. Okay?"

"Fine, just hurry it up."

The first outfit made me hard instantly. If it hadn't I would have been dead. It was a floor length silky black number, slit almost to her waist and was cut so low in the front that even if I didn't know what she had for breasts this dress showed me.

The second was a nice blue dress that stopped just below her knees and it reminded me of something you'd wear to church or work.

"What do you think?"

"About what?" I was playing dumb.

"About my outfits? Which one did you like best on me."

"Since I know this is a trick question, I'll bite. I like the black one on you. It makes you look just slutty enough that I'd want to fuck you without you even taking that dress completely off."

"See, you like it when I'm sexy and I like dressing that way for you. The blue dress is how sexy I was when you first met and married me."

"There is nothing wrong with the way you look in that blue dress and I sure as hell wouldn't want you to dress like a slut when I'm not with you."

"See Rick, we can have both. I won't go back to being Miss prissy. I hate her now. She was uptight and you yourself told me you wanted me more adventurous."

"With me, not some asshole that thinks he can get in your pants," I was getting annoyed.

"That's the key point. He thinks he can but never will. I never even came close to giving up what's yours. I've been around enough to know what happens at those clubs. Guys go there to hook up with any woman who'll spread their legs for them. There is no way I'm going to throw my marriage away for a quick roll in the hay with one of those assholes no matter what he looks like."

"Or how fucking hung they are?" I added.

"That's why I needed to talk to Ann. Her husband Keith is hung, no question about that. I was and still am curious what it would be like to be stretched out by someone that well endowed. But Ann brought up one good point. After he's pounded her into the mattress, she's sore for days. No way she can deep throat him and forget anal, not ever going to happen. I wouldn't want that, but I can have my fantasies about experiencing it can't I?"

"Megan, I don't share. Never have, never will."

"I'm not asking you to. Look, guys see a busty girl in the mall and fall over themselves trying to grab a peek, that's all I'm doing."

"Why the gay tape? Did you really think that was going to turn me on?"

"Okay, how about when we watched that tape with two women going at it? You were like a steel rod that night. Did it do anything for me? Not at all, but I could see it in your eyes, you being with two women, even just watching would be a major turn on."

"Megan let's cut to the chase and stop splitting hairs."

"Fair enough. I still want to experiment and experience all that's out there, but I want to do it with you or with your blessing. You need to believe I wouldn't cheat on you and that I love only you. Let me have my innocent fun and in the process maybe I'll learn a few things that'll make our sex life even hotter."

With that said she sat on the couch next to me. We made out for the next twenty minutes before she slipped off the couch and ended up between my legs.

When we first got married, I usually lost my erection when she gave me a blowjob, or tried to. I think I still have scars from where she'd rake her teeth across my dick. One night I thought she'd actually drawn blood.

"Megan, stop. You're fucking killing me. I don't know where you learned to give a blowjob, but you're fucking awful at it." I thought I saw tears.

"You're the only guy I've ever done it with. Don't you like what I'm doing?" Talk about killing the mood.

"Give me your finger." She stuck out her index finger. I licked it, ran my lips up and down it and gently sucked on it. "How did that feel?

"Nice," she said eyeing me warily

"Now how about this?" I took it all the way in my mouth and raked it with my teeth as I withdrew my mouth. Then I sucked on it hard, finally removing my mouth with a pop. "How about that? Not as nice was it?"

"Is that what I do feels like?" I nodded.

After that we took it slow and I showed her how I liked it done and what she was doing right now felt heavenly.

Megan knew me so well now that she would bring me almost to the point of climaxing at least three times before sucking me dry. I loved the way her eyes locked on mine as she worked her lips on my shaft. She had learned well.

"Your turn," is all she said, slipping out of her blue dress. She was naked underneath.

Megan had always sported a full bush. It took me months to get her to even trim it a little. The first six months we were married I munched through the forest, picking hairs out between my teeth afterwards. After a bottle of wine one night I gave her a massage and while she was in the mood, I trimmed her bush super short. That night I made love to her cunt and entire slit from her clit to her little brown puckered eye. I may not have the biggest dick around, but I sure as hell know how to eat pussy. Tonight I'd show my wife a skillful tongue trumps a big dick any day.

My method is simple, go slow and don't be fucking squeamish. I'm not worried about slipping my tongue in her hole and finding some other guys cum there because Megan is always squeaky clean. Tonight she was already wet. With her feet planted on the sofa and her legs spread, it was an inviting sight. I licked her from top to bottom and then back again before working on her hidden clit. It usually doesn't take long for her hidden jewel to come out and want to play. I swirled my tongue around it and licked it almost to death before putting it between my lips and sucking on it. It drove her nuts.

"Oh God, right there," she said directing my tongue as she helped me by spreading her outer lips. I shoved my tongue in as far as it would go into her and searched for that magic rough spot. I couldn't quiet reach it with my tongue so I worked on her clit, while I slipped one then two fingers inside. I know her pussy as well as she does. I found her G spot and played the game, how many times can I get her off before she tells me she's had enough. Two? Three? My record is four. Tonight though, she forces me to stop after only two.

The couch is not the right height for fucking, so two minutes later we've slipped onto the floor. I recovered and as wet as Megan is, I'm fully lubricated and in her on only the second stroke. I like it with her on top or doing it side ways with me controlling the action. Tonight though, I was on top and she's watching me.

I was in no hurry as I moved slowly in and out of her making sure I bottomed out on every stroke. I lifted her legs to get another quarter inch of depth and knew I'm getting close. Without the blowjob, I would have already blown my wad, even still I was almost there. I picked up the pace and started to pound that pussy letting her know it was mine. Always was and always will be.

"Now!" she screamed closing her eyes. I don't count them but after no more than five more strokes I was depositing everything I had. On my last stroke, I attempted to push my dick in as deep as I could. Exhausted I fell forward and rolled Megan onto me. We were quiet at first as our racing heartbeats started to come down as we sucked in air.

"That was nice," she said, kissing me and then licking my lips. "You know you taste just like me," she said chuckling." I hugged and then kissed her.

"Megan, I love you so much."

Rick, I, I mean, we can have it all. I don't want anyone but you, but do you trust me enough to let me explore what's out there?

"Let me think about it. Right now I'm not saying yes or no, but if you push me to make a decision now, you won't like my answer.

***

The next week was almost normal. We acted like a happy loving family but it was only on the surface. Megan tried to seduce me every night but I was adamant that she get checked out at the clinic.

"Rick, I didn't sleep with anyone! Why do I have to go to the clinic?

"Because if you don't, you can sleep on the couch and get yourself an attorney. I'm tired of arguing with you about this. You have twelve hours to comply or I'm filing. Your choice.

Why is it that women think that just because they have what men want between their legs, they're in charge? Well, their not, or at least she wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I knew that she hadn't slept with anyone but I want her to feel embarrassed, walking into that damn clinic and asking to be checked out for V.D. Maybe she'll know how I felt when she danced with those assholes in clubs where people knew her and me.

Five days later she slipped a clean bill of health under my face as we ate dinner.

"The HIV test take a lot longer but I can guarantee you I'm clean."

I looked at the sheet. "Okay, at least now I know I won't have to use a condom. Tonight we talk and if for some reason you don't like what I say, TOUGH! Live with it or leave. Your choice." She didn't look none too happy.

We didn't make love that night. I fucked her like a cheap whore. It had been almost two weeks and she must have liked it by the noises she was making. Coming down from our highs, it was finally time to talk about moving forward.

"We need to make a few rules going forward."

"Rules for me or rules that apply to both of us?" she asked.

"For both of us," I replied.

They were simple and all basically boiled down to not doing anything you wouldn't do in front of your spouse.

"If you want an open marriage or sharing, fine. But you can do those things after we're divorced."

"But you said you'd let me experiment a little."

"And you can, but with me, no one else."

"Don't you trust me?" she asked.

"Frankly, no I don't. I did at one time but after seeing what you're like out there on your own, not any more. Like I said, you can do what you want, just not being married to me."

I don't think she was happy about it but didn't want a divorce. We went back our lives post girls nights out. We rented X-rated movies and experimented and each of us got to plan a fantasy night once a month. She rebuilt my trust in her and after six months I had no qualms' letting her go out with her friends after work. Did I trust her totally? Not at first. But after following her the first couple of times I felt much better.

Like before, now when Megan came home, I was waiting up. I was always glad girls night was on Friday, because there was no way in hell I could have made it into work the following morning.

I felt a little uneasy when Megan picked an interracial movie the following month. I'd seen black guys at the gym and okay; most times I didn't measure up. But, it was just another fantasy wasn't it? Well, that's what she kept telling me and I had no reason not to believe her.

Then I fucked up big time; not once but twice.

Every year we looked forward to her yearly company picnic. All the children got great gifts and the food was to die for.

"What are they having this year?" I asked.

"Pretty much the same as last year but they've added a lobster appetizer and a raw oyster bar."

"Damn, we need to get there early before all the good stuff is gone."

There had to be at least three hundred and fifty people there this year. Like always there were tons of kids games and even a few for the adults. I mingled, ate my fill and drank maybe a bit too much. Looks like Megan was going to have to drive home tonight, I thought.

When the band started, I went looking for my wayward wife. I found her talking to a group just off the dance floor.

"Got your dancing shoes on babes?" I asked, giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Rick, are you drunk"

"Not drunk, just feeling pretty good. That's all." She looked a little pissed.

I danced three straight dances with her and only bumped into a few people.

"Rick, you're making an ass out of yourself out there. Sit down, have some coffee and sober up."

"Yes sir, I said saluting my wife. But, I could always get coffee at home and with a full open bar, I went back to drinking the hard stuff.

I woke up alone in my bed with a head splitting hangover. I didn't have a clue how or when I got home last night. The last thing I remember was someone looking down at me and asking if I was all right. Guess I wasn't. I found Megan at the kitchen table eating breakfast with the kids. The look she gave me wasn't special.

"I know, I know. I screwed up and I'm sorry." Megan said nothing. She just stared at me. "I guess I didn't drive?"

"Let's see. After failing to start a beer chugging contest, you proceeded to make an ass out on the dance floor by yourself. If that wasn't bad enough, you grabbed the backside of the office manager's wife asking her if she wanted to fool around in the parking lot. The only redeeming thing was that you kept calling her Megan. She quietly asked me if you did this a lot. I didn't know what to say to her. A couple of my friend's husbands followed us home and carried you up to bed. I was so embarrassed I could have crawled under a rock and died. Rick, you really outdid yourself this year."

"Megan, I'm sorry. Monday I'll call your boss and apologize for my behavior. I'll even call the office manager's wife and apologize to her."

"Don't bother, I just want to forget this day ever happened."

The following Friday Megan came home a little drunk and didn't jump my bones. So began our tit for tat. Each one of us trying to outdo the other just like a couple of kids. Thank God neither one of us drove or there probably would have been at least one death on the road. The only thing it did was to widen the gap between us.

"Shit, shit, shit," I said to myself as I slowly crawled out of the bed of some strange woman Saturday about 6:00 in the morning. I didn't have a clue who she was or where I was. Hell, I was in deep shit this time. Thank God I had my cell phone and my wallet. A cab took me back to the bar to get my car. At least mine wasn't the only car in the parking lot.

I came up with a couple of good excuses and they probably would have worked if not for a couple of people texting my wife and sending her a video or two of what I was doing the previous night.

"So, let's see how many rules you broke last night," she said as soon as I walked in the door. Getting drunk, dry humping two; make that three girls on the dance floor and saying goodbye to everyone as you staggered out the door with some UGLY slut. Care to see the videos?" I shook my head no.

"I can only assume that you ended up in bed with her by the look on your face and how bad you smell."

"Megan, if I tell you that I don't remember a thing would that make any difference?" The look she gave me said not only no, but HELL NO!!!

"Let's see, what did you make me do when I danced too close with a strange guy? Oh, that's right. A full range of blood tests before you would even let me sleep in the same bed with you." She looked at her watch. "You've only got forty-five minutes before the clinic closes. You better get a move on it.

She must have been a real gutter slut because I had two nasty STD's I needed to get treated for and I wouldn't get the results back from the HIV test for a couple of months. I was fucked in more ways than I could count.