My Husband Fucked Me Over Ch. 01

"Uh, I don't want to be a selfish lover, but I've never gone down on a woman before. I don't know what I'm doing. I won't be nearly as good as you were."

She laughed, musically. "No one is, their first time. You have an advantage over most men. You have a pussy, and you know what feels good when someone does it to you. You'll figure it out in no time."

So I set out to explore her lithe, tight body. I might not know what I was doing, but I could take my time doing it. I was happy when she climaxed, and I felt her body trembling in pleasure from what I'd done. Her moisture gracing my lips. I didn't set off a string of firecrackers like she'd done with me, but she climaxed three more times before she told me to stop.

"On the whole, how did you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?" Pen asked when I stopped.

"It was wonderful until the third act," I said, breathing hard.

Pen laughed again. "Try to imagine me licking you while Robert is fucking you."

I did, and the thought was wonderful. "Will I survive?"

"I don't know. How strong is your heart?" Pen laughed.

"Very strong."

"Then I imagine you'll love it."

"Where's Robert?"

"Giving us some time alone. He'll be in bed with us when you wake up tomorrow. Do what you feel like doing, not what you think you must."

I went to sleep cuddled with my new girlfriend.

*****

I woke up the next morning with Robert wrapped around my back. He was softly snoring, not bad, as I'd heard worse. His morning wood was pressed against my ass. I turned as gently as I could, trying not to wake Penelope. I did, however, kiss Robert awake.

"I hope my cum breath doesn't offend you, sir." I whispered, putting my hand on his cock to keep him from losing it's hardness. I was tired of teasing. I wanted Robert to fuck me.

"God help me if it did, because I wake up to it all the time, although it's always my own," he whispered back.

"I want you to fuck me, sir. I'm asking politely. You're not raping me. I don't feel like a cornered rat. I think it's time you claimed me."

"I want to take my time."

"Take as much time as you need, as long as this thing," I tugged his cock, "goes in this thing," I put his hand on my pussy, "before you're finished."

Robert kissed me, a lot. Not quite as good a kisser as Penelope, but good, better than Ransom. He did the exploring thing that Pen had done, finding my hidden treasures and secret caches. When he went down on me, that wasn't has good as Pen either, though now the second best I'd ever had. How could a man be this rich, look as good and fit as he did, and lick pussy that well. It's a mystery. His first wife must have loved the hell out of him. I knew the second one did. His tongue was as good as his hands yesterday, and his cock would prove to be in a few minutes. He gave me two orgasms before he even tried to fuck me.

OMG. When he shoved his cock in me, I loved it, cumming a third time. His dick might not be the biggest cock in the world, but it was perfect for me. My pussy fit it like a glove, and he filled every nook and cranny to perfection, and stamina, my God! Ransom was good for maybe ten minutes. Perhaps a little more if he'd cum earlier in the day, but even his first time out of the chute, Robert fucked me for over twenty minutes. Of course, even before he'd penetrated me, we'd woken Pen. I made too much noise when I climaxed on his tongue for someone to sleep beside us.

I wondered if she'd be upset with me fucking her husband so blatantly right in front of her, but she smiled a Cheshire Cat grin as he pounded my pussy into submission. I didn't know about Robert or Penelope, but I knew I'd enjoy Robert breeding me. The sex was sublime. I'd never had better. No matter what happened in the future, I wasn't going to die, kicking and screaming, from the sex. I had a new lover, and he was much better than the old one, the lying thief.

Not only did she not care if her husband fucked me, she licked and sucked his cum out of my pussy, saving me the trouble of cleaning up afterward. Now, that's a damn good wife if you asked me.

******

After another light breakfast. Robert took us out on his power boat. He also had a sailboat, but it was docked elsewhere, having the sails refitted. We went out into the Gulf, about ten miles off shore, Pen and I naked much of the way. We took in more sun, the spreading of sunscreen much more erotic than it was yesterday, and at some point, Pen and I got into a sixty-nine, and she showed me what she meant, when Robert filled me again as we played. Was she ever right about that. Having your clit licked while you pussy got pounded was out of this fucking world. No wonder people raved about threesomes. Damn, that was good. Robert lasted longer this time. I lost count of my orgasms somewhere after ten, and I'm sure it was almost twice that.

We had a lovely picnic on the boat, with mimosas, sandwiches and fruit. We took our time going back. Penelope and I licked each other again, but Robert didn't fuck me a third time, content for the moment that we were going to get along just fine.

Penelope gave me back my little black dress. "It was stolen money. I can't keep it."

"I won't fit in it, and you gave it to me, and I'm gifting it back. It's now yours. What else can you wear? The maid washed your lingerie so you can go back attired as you arrived."

I kissed her. "Can I thank you for everything now?"

"I'm still not sure we've done 'everything'," Pen laughed. "I'll let you know when that day has arrived. I hope you had a good time, despite the circumstances."

"I did. When do I see you again?"

"Throw away your birth control pills, and we'll see you when you're ovulating. Bring Emma with you. We'll find some fun things for her to do. Robert and I need to practice parenting."

I kissed her again, and Robert's driver, Grant, took me home.

******

I entered the house and Emma was already in bed, but unfortunately, not the master. She was still in her room.

"You didn't move Emma into the master bedroom."

"I thought you were joking," Ransom said.

"Why would I joke about that, you asshole? You stole money. You turned me into a brood mare for another couple."

"How many times did you have sex?"

"None of your goddamn business."

"You're my wife."

"In name only. If I didn't have to stay married to you, I wouldn't. We are never having sex again. You surrendered your marital rights to the Tafts."

"Come on, Sam. I was doing it for us."

"If it was for us, you would have asked me. You would have told me you were opening accounts in my name, with my signature on them, not some forgery. You did it for you, because you're too impatient, and need to be a big shot faster than you've earned it. As far as I'm concerned, a man who will cheat his employer, will cheat on his wife. I want nothing to do with you. I'm taking Emma and going to my parents. I'll come back when you're moved out of my room."

"Can't you get past this, Samantha?"

"Get past letting a relative stranger fuck two babies into me before I can give Emma a brother or sister, in like four or five years. I don't think so."

"When do you go back?"

"The next time I'm ovulating and I'm fertile, fuck face."

I went into the bedroom, and started changing clothes.

"You might want to change in the closet," Ransom said.

"Why?"

"They came in on Saturday and set up a wireless camera system."

Another black mark on his file. "And you think I can forgive you for the loss of our privacy? Fat chance."

I just kept going. What difference did it make, really. I'd blown Robert in front of four strangers, and taken off my dress in front of them. So a few more would see me in my lingerie. Big whoop. I changed into jeans and a tee shirt. threw some clothes together in a suitcase, then went into Emma's room and got some things for her. I carried the suitcase out to the car, then went in and got Emma.

"Come on, baby, we're going to grandpa's and grandma's house for a few days. Say goodbye to daddy."

"Bye, Daddy."

"Don't bother calling me until you're moved out of the master bedroom. If you do, I swear I'll dropkick your balls into next week. Goodbye, Rance."

As soon as we left, Emma asked, "Are you mad at Daddy?"

"Very mad, sweetheart. Mommy doesn't want to live with him anymore."

"Why?"

"He took something that didn't belong to him, and I'm the one who has to pay it back."

"So Daddy has to go into a time out?"

"That's right honey. He's going into a permanent time out."

******

I called my parents on the way, letting them know I was coming with Emma for a few days.

"What's the matter, baby?" Mama asked.

"I'll tell you and daddy when I get there."

"Did Ransom cheat on you?"

"Worse, although I suspect cheating may also have been on his agenda."

"Oh, dear. We'll be waiting and get the spare beds made up."

"Thank you."

We got Emma back to bed right away, and Dad poured me a bourbon over ice.

"What's the scoop?" Dad asked, passing me my drink.

"Ransom stole at least $500,000 dollars, maybe more, from the charity accounts he handled at Taft."

"Is he going to be arrested?" Mom asked.

"I wish, but no, not at the moment. He implicated me in his crime. The missing money was put into accounts he created in my name. They think I was part of it."

"Are you going to be arrested?" Dad said. "If you are, I'll kill him myself."

"The Tafts offered us a deal, and I took it, to keep from being arrested, and possibly losing Emma. Mrs. Taft can't have children. Mr. Taft's first wife died while she was pregnant with his first child. They want children, and I look enough like Mrs. Taft that the children may look like their kids. They want me to have sex with both Mr. and Mrs. Taft when I'm fertile and give them two kids, then a third they want us to raise."

"Both of them?"

"Mrs. Taft thought she should get something out of allowing her husband to have sex with me. It was her charities, so she gets two kids and sex. Robert gets two kids and sex. We get to keep the stolen money and they'll reimburse the charities, as payment for renting out my womb. Ransom gets to keep a job, though not one handling money, and at reduced salary. One last little proviso thrown into the pot. Robert gives me a third child that Ransom and I have to raise as ours. Kind of a 'you fuck us, we fuck you', gesture, and I have to remain married to shit for brains so we can raise the kid together. I just spent this weekend with them, getting to know them better."

"Did you have sex with both of them?"

"I did. In a way, I wanted to hate them, even though it's not their fault my husband is a thief, and they did think I was a co-conspirator because the accounts were in my name, but they were genuinely nice to me. They didn't force themselves on me, although I was seduced to go along."

"How was the sex?" Mom asked.

"It was good. Good with both of them really. I never imagined I'd enjoy having sex with a woman as much as I did. I enjoyed myself with both, considering. Even had a threesome, and that was some really good sex. They're both good looking and know what to do in a bedroom to make a girl feel good. It's just that this is not how I envisioned the next few years of my life."

"Is this even legal? Getting paid for sex isn't prostitution?" Dad asked.

"I'm not getting paid for sex. I'm getting paid for babies. Other than this weekend which was kind of a getting to know you thing, I won't see them again until I'm ovulating. It is a contract for services. Lots of money for a baby, maybe $250,000 per kid at the low end of his thievery. More if he stole more money. Other women get paid for bearing folks children. The lawyer who wrote it up thought it was legal. If I didn't feel forced into it by my stupid ass husband, I could probably enjoy it. When I go for my breeding, they want me to bring Emma so they can get some exposure to raising children, and they're warm, friendly people. I'd love being friends with them under almost any other circumstance. To be honest, the worst part of the deal isn't the sex or having children for them, it's having to remain married to that son-of-a-bitch who put me in this position."

I handed Dad my glass. "Another. Half this time."

"This does seem to be a bit of a pickle," Mom said.

"I'm never going to have sex with Ransom again, that's for sure."

"Do you think you can remain married to him without having sex with him?"

"I'm damn sure going to try. He's supposed to be moving all of his shit out of my bedroom. If he doesn't stay married to me, he goes to jail too, so he can suck it up. I don't care what he does, as long as he keeps it out of my home."

"What are you going to do for sex when you're not ovulating or pregnant?"

"A big ass vibrator? I'm not sure yet. Under the rules of the contract, even if I did fuck Ransom, he has to wear a rubber until I've had three children. Not much fun in that, even if I did fuck him. Maybe I'll have to take a lover. It certainly couldn't ruin my marriage more than it already is. I am so fucking steamed right now."

"I can see why," Dad said.

"Maybe I can just have Robert and Penelope fuck me whenever I need another fuck fix. I don't have to use rubbers with them. If Ransom calls, ask him if he's rearranged sleeping arrangements. If he hasn't, hang up. Damn him." I handed Dad my glass. I reached into my purse and pulled out my birth control prescription. "Hold onto these. I don't know how long these are effective, but if I can weasel my way out of this, maybe I can start on them again."

******

Two days later, on Tuesday, Ransom called and told me the house had been moved around to my satisfaction. I went home with Emma, and there was a new double bed in the master, along with Emma's little bed. Ransom had moved our queen into Emma's old room. I didn't mind the change, because it would have been hard to squeeze Emma's bed into the room with the queen and have any floor space. His clothes were out of the closet, while Emma's were in it, plus most of her most frequently used toys and plush animals. Emma seemed kind of excited she'd be sharing the grown-up's room. Since she'd already had supper and it was after eight, I put her to bed.

There was a large arrangement of flowers on the dining room table.

"If you think buying me flowers is going to get you back in my good graces, you're sadly mistaken. You'd damn well better not waste money on jewelry either."

"They're not from me," Rance said, frostily. "They're from your new lovers. They arrived yesterday."

I opened the attached card. 'We had a wonderful time, Samantha. Thank you for a wonderful weekend. Robert and Penelope Taft.'

"How many times did you get fucked?"

"I told you that it's none of your business. It's sufficient for you to know that I did get fucked. You knew it was going to happen. You were there when we both signed the fucking contract."

"Did you enjoy it?"

I glared at him. "I didn't enjoy the way that it happened, shithead! Do you think I went over to their house on Friday thinking, 'Oh, goody, I'm going to fuck the Tafts this weekend. Lucky, lucky me.' I didn't hate the actual sex, all things considered. They were polite, considerate, and ensured my needs were met. I didn't get raped, which is all you need to know about my extra-marital sex life, that you caused. You did this to me. I didn't do it. The Tafts didn't do it. You did, and that's why I hate your guts right now, so shut the fuck up."

"Is he better than me?"

"That's what you're concerned about? Don't worry. Whether or not he is better, I'm never fucking you again. You could be twice the man he is, and it won't make any difference in whether you get laid, although you saw his cock when I sucked him off, so you damn well know you're not twice the man he is."

"What am I supposed to do about my sexual needs?"

"I don't give a shit, because I don't love you anymore. The only good thing you ever gave me was Emma. You can jack off, find a whore, fuck a knothole. Whether or not you find some diseased whore to fuck makes no difference to me, Ransom. I'm never fucking you again, regardless. Just don't bring any bimbos into my house in front of our daughter, and don't waste our money, wining and dining some new skank. Except when I'm fertile, I'm in the same fucking lifeboat, so don't whine to me when you sank the ship. I'm going to bed."

I wished I could have slammed a door, but I didn't want to wake Emma. I was so fucking furious, it was over two hours before I fell asleep.

******

My relationship with Ransom was somewhat civil, for Emma's sake. We weren't yelling at each other, though we weren't speaking much either. Three weeks later, I entered my ovulation cycle. I packed some clothes for both Emma and me, enough for five days.

"Why are you taking Emma?" Ransom asked.

"So I don't have to pay a baby sitter while you're at work, since you're making less money than you used to. Don't worry, I won't let her see me having sex with them. They want to get used to having a child around, so they've got some activities planned for her to keep her busy."

"Uh-huh."

"Listen, I just stopped my birth control pills three weeks ago. There's a chance I won't get pregnant this time, or even the next. It takes a while for the hormones to leave my body. Once I get pregnant though, I won't be going over there again until after I deliver the first one."

"Why not wait then?"

"Did you read the contract?"

"Not very well. You told me to just sign it."

"It said I have to be available for sex whenever it's possible conception can take place. It may not be likely, but it is possible, I can get pregnant. I have to go, unless you want us both in jail. They give me six months after I deliver, before I have to make myself available again, to give my baby making equipment a chance to rest, so it will be a fifteen months after I'm knocked up before I have to go over there again."

"You make it sound like a chore. You're going over there to have sex."

"You don't get it, Ransom. Everything's a chore if you don't want to do it. It's not sex, it's making a baby for another couple. It's not the way I wanted to spend the next four or five years of my life, especially, still married to you after you did this to me. To me, it's almost like I am in jail, except I get to keep Emma. That's the only good part of this, and the only reason I signed the fucking contract, to ensure I kept Emma, so yes, it is a fucking chore. Do you know you haven't even said you're sorry to me?"

"Would it make any difference?"

"In whether we have sex again, no, but it may make me hate you a little less. Like it or not, we have to live together. I'd like to carry around a little less anger than I have now. It's like acid, eating me up inside."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I really am. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I don't either. You weren't the man I thought I married. We'll see you in five days."

******

"Emmaline, this is Mr. and Mrs. Taft. You and mommy are going to stay with them a few days. Don't they have a beautiful house?"

"Yes, can we go to the ocean?"

"Not without an adult," I said, "so you ask for permission to go, and we'll get someone to go with you."

"Hi, Emma, you can call me Pen, which is short for Penelope, just like Emma is short for Emmaline. We're going to do some fun things with you while you're here. Have you ever gone to the Naples Zoo?"

"Nuh-unh. I never went to any zoo."

"We can go to the beach, and go for a boat ride, go to the park. Why don't I show you the whole house right now, so you know where everything is, then you can put your swimsuit on and I'll take you to the beach."

"What's mommy going to do?"

"Robert is going to help your mother get settled. Maybe she can join us at the beach later."