Those Things Don't Matter

Another quick one while I work on some longer pieces. Sometimes you just need to write a story and actually finish it, you know?

This is another of my stories that are heavy on the dialogue. If you don't care for that style consider yourself warned.

I'm aware that this isn't an original premise but having read quite a few stories here I can't cite an individual inspiration. I thank all those that may have contributed.

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THOSE THINGS DON'T MATTER

They don't?

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The party had been fun but I was ready to go. Normally we, and by we I mean Pam, my wife of 4 years and me, would stay later, but I'd had a long week and really wanted to get home.

I went in search of her. We often spent these parties catching up with the others in our social circle, often seeing each other only when we arrived and when we found each other when it was time to leave. I checked the living room, dining room, and even the garage, I looked in the backyard and even the front but she was nowhere to be found. That left just the upstairs.

I swear my mind never went to the possibility that she was cheating on me upstairs, even though there was nothing but bedrooms and bathrooms. I assumed she was in the restroom or perhaps had gone off with some of the other wives for a little quiet conversation.

So I was genuinely surprised to open the bedroom door and see her on her hands and knees getting fucked, and even more surprised to realize that the guy was Norman, one of our nerdier, for lack of a better term, friends.

I watched for a few seconds, mostly out of shock, before I took action. They hadn't noticed me, being well wrapped up in what they were doing, so it came as quite a shock to Norm when I yanked on his right shoulder, causing him to pop out of Pam's pussy, and slugged him as hard as I could.

Norm was actually a pretty small guy. I could have easily simply tossed him across the room; the punch really wasn't necessary. But I was pissed and had actually thought of him as something of a good friend.

He hit against a nearby wall and sank to the ground. If he wasn't unconscious he was pretty damn close to it at that point. I didn't need to do anything further to him but I was pretty pissed at this point and I moved toward him, intent on making sure he REALLY understood how unhappy I was.

"Henry, no! He's hurt enough already!"

Pam's voice, and perhaps more important her defense of the prick that had just been putting it to her, snapped me out of the focus I had on him and I turned my attention to her. She actually recoiled a bit as I turned toward her even though I had never raised so much as a hand to her. I guess the look on my face was enough.

"Find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I'll go back to the apartment and pack my shit."

I stormed out of the bedroom, ignoring a 'Henry, wait' that came from behind me and I didn't stop or look back. I simply went out to our car (we'll have to decide who gets that, I thought) and drove myself home. It was a wonder I didn't kill myself or someone else. I wasn't drunk, though I was strongly considering remedying that when I got home, but I was seriously pissed and upset and hurt. I really had no business behind the wheel of a car in that emotional state, but it turned out okay.

Of course the hits just kept on coming when I got home, remembering I had polished off the last beer last night and had put off restocking until the weekend. I really wanted to get drunk and forget my pain but I would have had to drive again and I didn't want to risk that again, so I simply collapsed on to the couch and cried.

I have no idea how much time passed, but it wasn't very long and it sure as hell wasn't all night, before I heard the door open and Pam came walking in. I realized then I had forgotten to hook the chain on the door. I was suddenly angry all over again.

"Henry, we need to talk about this."

"No, we fucking don't need to talk about this. I have no interest in reliving the events from tonight. I'm gonna get some sleep and then get up and pack my shit."

We just sat there glaring at each other for what felt like several minutes but was probably only 30 or so seconds. When she spoke I felt like I had won something, but I didn't feel that way for very long.

"Okay, Henry, we won't talk about Norman or what happened tonight."

"Thank you."

"Let's talk about Mary Frazier instead."

Oh shit!

"Why the hell would I want to talk about Mary Frazier?" I said, decidedly less confident in my anger than I had been just moments ago.

"Well, we're not going to talk about her exactly. I was thinking we could discuss that finger-fucking you gave her a few months ago. Or the hand job she gave you afterwards."

Oh shit...again.

"I, uh, don't...know what you're talking about."

"Oh please. She came and told me all about it, and how awesome it was that we had such an understanding relationship. She was quite disappointed when you didn't actually fuck her. She really wanted it. She's always had a thing for you."

"Look, Pam, I don't know what..."

"Or maybe we should talk about the make out session you had with Tabby Feller last year. She really enjoyed you feeling up her little titties. Or how about the time a few months later when you got Donna Bayles out of her shirt at Cheryl's party? That one I can't really blame you for. I mean, those things are huge! I wouldn't mind getting a chance at those puppies myself some day."

I was totally busted. Those girls didn't mean anything to me; it was just a little harmless fun like we had all had together for years. But I hadn't fucked any of them. I decided there was no point in denying it now. I looked up at Pam and she had a 'well?' look on her face.

"I, um, didn't know you were aware of any of those things."

"Oh yeah. I knew about them pretty much right after each one happened. What, you thought you could mess around with our friends and I wouldn't hear about it?"

"I guess I didn't really think at all. But why didn't you ever say anything?"

She moved toward me and got on her knees in front of me. She took my hands in hers and looked me right in the eyes.

"Because those things don't matter, baby."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't matter. Just like the things I did with David Nova, John Walton, and even Norman don't matter."

"David Nova? John Walton? What the hell did you do?"

"No more than you, baby. David and I made out for awhile and I let him play with my tits. John got to finger me a bit and I jerked him off, like you and Mary."

"And then you fucked Norman. I never did that."

"I know, baby, and I didn't plan that. You know he's always had the hots for me so I thought I'd make a dream come true for him by letting him play with me a little bit. He asked if he could put that little thing of his in me and since it was pretty small I agreed. If you hadn't walked in you never would have noticed. Hell, I barely noticed."

"You seemed pretty wrapped up in it. You didn't even hear me come in."

"Actually I was fairly bored. I could barely feel it and I was tired so I was practically dozing off."

"So, instead of saying anything to me you just decided to get revenge by messing with other guys?"

"No, it wasn't revenge at all. Since you were doing it that told me it was okay. David and John were guys I found attractive so we played a bit, and I just told you about Norman. But I'll say it again, baby: those things don't matter."

"Why, Pam? Why don't those things matter?"

"Because I love you and you love me. Because at the end of the day we always leave together and we come home and we make love with each other and no one can come between us. I can see where I crossed the line with Norman and it won't happen again, but I didn't see it as any big deal at the time, all things considered."

She was right about our love for each other, but I guess I never fully grew up out of the college student mentality of playing the field.

"I...I guess I can understand that."

"Let me make it up to you, honey. What can I do to help you get past this?"

I thought about it for just a second but I knew what I wanted, and I didn't think she would actually object, even though it was something she hadn't been willing to do before now. I looked at her with what I was pretty sure was a gleam in my eye.

"Okay baby. I guess your right. Neither of us is particularly innocent, but you did go farther than was okay, so I'll let you make it up to me. And I think you know what I want."

She looked at me for a few seconds before it finally dawned on her. Her face suddenly got that 'really?' look on it.

"The anal thing again?"

"Hey, it's your own fault. You could have shut me down the first time I asked but you didn't. All you said was 'maybe someday'. You gave me hope and that's a powerful thing."

"All right, baby. Let's go get nasty."

We were naked by the time we got to the bed, our clothes making a trail from the living room sofa. We didn't go right to it, of course, though I did steadfastly refuse to go down on her. I didn't know how far along Norman had gotten but I was aware that she hadn't showered since then and I wasn't taking any chances, even if putting my tongue to her slippery slit was one of my favorite things.

She started with one of her world class blow jobs, though if she had kept up like she was I would have been spurting in no time at all. After maybe a minute she got on top of me and sunk herself down on me.

"God, now that's a cock. Let's erase some bad memories, okay, baby?"

We fucked and we fucked hard. I held her hips and thrust up into her while she did her best to pound down on to me. This wasn't going to last long and I later found out that she wanted to get me off before taking me up her back door.

"You're just a little bit smaller after you've cum once. That'll make it a little easier to get you in my ass."

Pam crossed the finish line moments after I did. She always did get a charge from feeling me shoot inside of her and this time was no exception. I finished pumping my load into her and then had the pleasure of feeling her insides clamp down on me as her own orgasm claimed her. She collapsed to my chest when it finally came to an end.

"Damn, that was a good one."

She rested there for a few minutes before slowly climbing off of me and heading for the bathroom, throwing me a 'don't move' over her shoulder as she did so. She came back moments later with a washcloth and cleaned us both off a little bit.

"Promise me you'll never stop making me cum like that," she said.

"I'll do my best."

She flung the wet washcloth through the bathroom door and on to the tile floor, then reached into her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. She caught my questioning look.

"Don't look at me like that. I had every intention of giving you my ass at some point and I wanted to be ready."

Just the thought of penetrating that tight little anus had me iron bar hard in no time, and I doubted that Pam's plan to make me a little more bearable size-wise was going to work out the way she planned. As I got off the bed she climbed on, getting on her hands and knees and sticking her beautifully round ass up in the air. She handed me the tube of lube.

"If you don't want this to be the only time we do this then be generous with that stuff and take it really easy."

I just smiled as I squeezed the plastic bottle and covered my fingertips in the slick liquid. It was a little cool so I warned it in my hand before applying it liberally to both my engorged shaft and her tight little hole. She had let me slide a finger inside there in the past and I did so again.

"How's that feel, honey?"

"Not bad. Better than when we use my juices to get it wet."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Nervous but okay."

"We don't really..."

"Stop it, Henry. I told you I was going to do this at some point. I love you so much and want you to be happy. I swore to myself I would do this for you one day and we're going to do it. It's as much about my love for you as anything else, okay? I really want this. Just be gentle with me."

I pressed the head gently against her and adjusted my aim a bit. I pushed forward a little and immediately met some resistance but I kept on going. Pam moved her knees a bit to get more comfortable and brace herself, then reached back and took me cock in her fingertips, pulling me forward even more.

"You okay, baby?" I asked her.

"Yep. Keep going. You'll probably have to push a little harder. Grab on to my hips for leverage."

I did just that. I was mostly afraid of suddenly getting by the sphincter and then suddenly going in too deep and hurting her, like pushing against a door that suddenly opens and you fall through it uncontrollably. So I was being cautious but persistent.

Abruptly, her anus gave way and the head of of my cock slid past it, and I heard Pam let out an audible gasp. I added a little more lube to the shaft before continuing forward, and Pam again adjusted her position, this time to get her hand between her legs so she could start rubbing her clit.

I slid in slowly, pulling until I was about to pop out and then going in again. I did this until I had gone all the way in, or at least as far in as I could go. Once I made it that far I began pulling all the way back and pushing all the way in with each stroke. Pam's right hand was between her legs rubbing her pussy while her left hand was reaching back and pulling her ass open just a bit, which seemed to make things better.

"A little harder, baby."

I obliged her request, still firmly grasping her hips and sawing in and out of her anus. God, it felt amazing. It was so tight and strong, and even though I liked her pussy better this was one heck of a change of pace. I lost myself a little in the sensation and started fucking her a little harder. After a few seconds I realized I was going harder and faster and I scaled back a bit, but Pam spoke up.

"No, don't slow down. Fuck my ass, baby, fuck it good."

I resumed the harder and faster thrusting I had abandoned just moments before, and realized that Pam had started fucking me back, pushing her hips backward as I thrust mine forward. I could see her skin getting red around her asshole and got a little concerned but she didn't seem to be so I ignored it for the time being.

We were pounding together for about another minute before she screamed.

"I'm cumming, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard."

I was giving her everything I had and was actually getting a little tired, but when I felt her ass clench around my cock as she came and came and came there was nothing I could do to stop my own grand finale. Despite my previous ejaculation, the load I shot was thick and generous, and some of it trailed down her ass and across her pussy lips as I continued spurting even as I pulled out of her.

I stayed there on my knees and recovered from my climax, while Pam remained on her knees for a few seconds before finally rolling over on to her back. She reached up and took my hand, pulling me down next to her on to the bed, wrapping herself around me.

"Oh God, I love you, Henry."

"I love you, too, baby."

We, or at least I, drifted off to sleep for a few minutes before coming around again. Pam was still entwined with me and gently running her fingers over my chest and stomach.

"Are you okay, Pammy?"

She languidly turned her face toward mine, her eyes finding my eyes and expressing so much love I could feel it all over my body, right up until she brought her hand down on to my stomach with a smacking sound. I yelped, more in surprise than pain.

"You asshole!" she said.

"What?"

"Why didn't you make me let you do that sooner? That was amazing! We are definitely doing that again, and regularly."

"Ha! Like I could ever make you do anything."

"True, but you could have tried a little bit harder. We could've been doing this for a long time."

"Sorry, babe. I'll try harder next time."

"Good. So I guess all that's left is to decide what kind of marriage we're going to have from now on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the way I see it we have three choices: We can keep doing what we're doing. You know, play with others every once in a while, but we'd have to set some boundaries. Or, we could go for a full open marriage. Swinging and swapping and such, with rules for that too, I guess."

"Or?"

"Or we go back to just us. Just you and me and no one else."

"I guess we have a choice to make then."

"Yes, we do. Do you know what you want?"

"Yes, Pammy, I do. Do you?"

"I do. I want..."

"Wait. Write it down."

"What?"

"Write down your choice and I'll write down mine, and then we'll compare. If I give you my choice first and you agree with me then I'll always wonder if that's what you really wanted or you just agreed with me."

"Okay. We'll write our choices down and then exchange papers. Write 'play' if we keep on like we have been, 'open' if you want that, and 'just us' if you want that."

I took out a notepad and tore off a sheet of paper for each of us, and then handed Pam a pen while taking one for myself. My answer was easy. I wondered about hers, because she had said what we did with others didn't matter. If she truly felt that way it seemed logical for that to be her choice.

I had actually thought that way at first, that it didn't matter what I did if she didn't know about it. It wasn't hurting her, right? But the fact that she could let me do it and not only keep quiet but actually do it herself, well that told me she really didn't think it affected us, and she'd probably want to keep doing it. But when I found out she had been playing too I realized it did matter. It mattered a lot.

I quickly wrote down my choice and she did the same. We folded our answers and exchanged papers. I was really nervous, no, scared of what I would find she had written. I closed mt eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. It was only my whole life on the line.

I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Pam, and then we opened the papers together. I glanced down at what she had written, and then looked at my wife.

"You wrote 'just us'."

"So did you."

"I know, because that's what I want."

"Me too. That's all I've ever wanted."

"Pam, baby, I'm so so sorry for the things I did. You are the most precious thing to me and I can't believe what I risked. Can you forgive?"

"I already forgave you, baby. I forgave you a long time ago. Can you forgive me?"

""Already done."

"Then I guess that just leaves one more question to answer."

"Which is?"

"Do you wanna put that thing in my ass again?"

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fin

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Author's note: A little different than my usual fare in that old Henry is not the innocent victim he is in my other stories.