I whistled as I strolled down the block. I even smiled at everyone I met. I had gone into work for a few hours on an emergency call, but now I was headed to Ralph and Betty Lang's place for a spring cookout. It was only a few blocks from our home, thus the decision to walk. It was early April but felt more like June. The sun warmed my face, even as it coaxed the flowers from their winter's rest. Life was good.

Kids had worn a path through a vacant lot behind Lang's house. It had become a much-used shortcut to the park a few blocks away. I decided to follow that path rather than walk all the way around the block to the front door. The trail led along the fence that Ralph had erected a few years ago to prevent his front yard from becoming the path most taken. As I idled along the trail, my mind was imaging that first cold beer, along with a juicy burger, a big sliced onion and ketchup. I was already licking my chops.

Then I heard something that made me freeze in my tracks. I looked at Lang's house and realized I was just a few feet from their guest bedroom. The window was too high to see much other than the ceiling of the room through a small opening in the drapes. The window was open, however, and the curtains did nothing to impede sound.

"Show me those tits, Grace!" urged a male voice. "You act so prissy all the time, but I know what a hot bitch you really are. I'm going to suck on those tits. Then I'll keep your bra for a souvenir, you hot little slut! Then we'll go back to the party for a while. You don't want everyone to know what a tramp you really are, do you? Later on, I'm going to have you blow me. You like the idea of going braless in front of everyone, and then sneaking back here to suck my cock, don't you?"

I was listening intently for any response to what sounded to me like a rhetorical question. My wife was the only woman I knew named Grace, and I sure didn't like the conversation to this point!

"Mmmmmmm," was the next sound I heard. I wasn't an eavesdropping expert with the FBI or anything, but it sure sounded like a female moan, and not a moan of pain. Then the male voice spoke again.

"You love it when I suck on those nipples don't you, slut?" he chuckled. "We'd better get back to the party and mingle. You'll have to blow me later."

I was still frozen in place when I heard the door in the bedroom open and close. I suddenly realized I was sweating profusely, and barely breathing. I leaned on the fence and began taking deep breaths, trying to calm my heart and my stomach. I must have remained there for another five minutes. Then I dejectedly turned and started back home.

I had to think. I knew the male voice belonged to Jack Robbins. He and his wife, Marcie, had moved into the area the previous fall. He was a big guy; probably a couple inches over six feet and he tipped the scales well over the Mendoza line. Marcie was a mousy little blonde woman, thin and quiet. Jack liked the sound of his voice and did most of the talking for both of them.

As I walked, my anger began to mount. I had never cheated on Grace. I had always given her everything she wanted. If anything, I was too damn good to her! I always yielded to her wishes and desires. We'd visit her relatives on holidays and go to all the weddings in her family. If I suggested we do something with my family, she'd have a dozen reasons why we shouldn't. I gradually stopped trying. The few times we attended a function that involved my family; I'd hear for weeks what assholes my relatives were. It wasn't worth the misery.

Grace was a manager at a local department store. I never suggested it wasn't a good job, but she was quite defensive about it, at least to me. I knew she thought that I thought it was a cushy job with no real future. Actually, I did think that, but how did she know? I never voiced my feelings about her work, to her, or to anyone else.

I owned and operated a flooring business. We specialized in tile floors, but installed laminates, hard and soft wood flooring, as well as linoleum for those that insisted. I had six men working for me and I was considering hiring another, if the right guy came along. My business was successful by any standard and I was proud of it. Grace seemed less impressed, although she enjoyed the things my hard work and success could provide for her.

We had been married 23 years and she was still an attractive woman. In many ways, she was more appealing now than when I married her at 19. She was no longer thin and willowy, but she wasn't fat by a long shot. Voluptuous would be the easiest way to describe Grace now. Her tits had increased in size over the years, and after having two kids, but her ass had rounded out as well and all in all, the total package worked very nicely. I had to admit that.

Now she was showing some jackass her tits and was going to blow him later? Shit! I was getting pissed. Maybe it wouldn't have bothered me so much if I had been getting all I wanted. That was so far from the truth it hurt. When we were first married, she couldn't get enough of my cock. It wasn't all that unusual for me to wake up in the night to find her riding the little guy. I even got an occasional blowjob back then, though they were never that frequent.

Now whenever I try to get close to her, she'd act like little Bill was a venomous snake or something. It certainly wasn't encouraged to find it's way above her waist, and far too seldom was it accepted below the Mason/Dixon Line.

Why the hell was I crawling back home with my tail between my legs? I was the one that was wronged! It occurred to me that Grace knew I would never challenge her actions or make a scene. She probably thought I'd be too dumb to notice anything, or too cowardly to do anything about it. Then there was that bastard, Jack. He seemed to have no respect for me at all. Grace probably told him I was a goddamn wimp! I turned around again and headed briskly back the way I had come.

I walked through the house and opened the slider to the back yard. The Langs owned an insurance company and did very well. They had a large yard and an in-ground pool. It was still too cool for swimming, but Ralph had the pool uncovered and it looked inviting on such a warm spring afternoon. I knew the water couldn't be much more than 50 degrees, if that.

There were probably a dozen people sitting around enjoying cold drinks and barbequed delights. I scanned the crowd for Grace. It took a minute but I found her. She was sitting on the arm of a chair, with that prick, Jack, sitting in the chair. His hand rested on her back, just above her ass.

Grace was laughing and waving her left arm to punctuate her words as she spoke to some friends seated near by. I could see her tits move unfettered under the shirt she was wearing. Grace was braless! That knowledge renewed and invigorated by wrath!

A couple of partiers spoke to me as I stalked past them, but I paid them no attention. I was focused on Grace's tits bouncing under her shirt. As I neared her, Grace finally noticed my approach and turned her face to look at me. What she saw caused her smile to immediately evaporate. Jack looked up and quickly removed his hand from Grace's backside.

I grabbed the arm of the chair and heaved it up and over. It really wasn't too difficult with Grace sitting on the other arm. As mad as I was at that moment, I could have flipped a refrigerator! Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that.

Grace and Jack both let out yelps as they became air born. Grace's drink dropped from her hand as she went flying backward. Jack took a higher trajectory and actually seemed to soar over Grace's head as she whirled her arms in small circles trying to regain her balance. I had proved, or possibly disproved, at least one law of physics because they both hit the surface of Lang's pool at the same moment. Jack had covered a greater distance in the same period of time. As the two bodies broke the calm of the water, everything went back to real time.

Since Marcie hadn't soared as high, or as fast, she bobbed back to the surface almost ten seconds before Jack's head reappeared. She quickly reached the side of the pool and hung on desperately. Her teeth were already chattering and she had a bluish hue. Jack's head emerged and he began swimming for the nearby ladder.

Ralph Lang bent over and grabbed Marcie's hands and lifted her out of the water. I noticed that her shirt clung to her braless tits and her nipples looked like small stones. Meanwhile Jack scampered up the ladder and rushed toward me cursing.

"Are you nuts, you crazy bastard? I ought to kick your ass and toss you into that ice water and see how you like it!" he threatened as he pushed his face into mine.

"Well, start kicking, Shit-face," I yelled back. "You'd better make your first shot count or you'll be right back cooling your balls in that pool!"

I was as angry as I had ever been. Still, part of my mind realized that Jack was a pretty big guy and I was going to be hurting before we finished, regardless of who was declared the victor. That thought did not cause me to back off in any way. I actually wanted to feel his fist against my face. That would justify whatever came next, and no matter what the outcome, the bastard would remember me.

I was taken completely by surprise when Jack pulled back and seemed to lose his mad immediately. He turned away from me and looked at the spectators watching the scene. Then he faced me again.

"Hell, Bill. I'm sorry! I overreacted there for a second. I can take a little joke as well as the next guy. I'll just go find some dry stuff to put on and have a drink with you when I come back."

The group parted to let Jack through. The silence was deafening. Then Betty Lang broke the quiet.

"Holy shit!" was all she said as she watched Jack disappear into the house.

Suddenly Grace was occupying the spot Jack had just vacated. Her color was still a little off, but she appeared to be getting warm, and fast.

"What the hell was that stunt?" she demanded. "You could have hurt me. You did get me wet and cold, and embarrassed the shit of me!"

"You can get your ass home within the next five minutes, or I'll be tossing your shit out in the street!" I snarled back. "It's your choice."

With that ultimatum, I turned and headed for the side gate. It was a longer way home because it let me out on the far side of the property, but it was the nearest exit and I wanted to get the fuck out as quickly as possible. My temper was still boiling and I didn't want to say, or do, anything in front of a lot of people that I could regret in the future.

As I marched home, I contemplated what had just occurred. I had heard Jack tell Grace that he was going to keep her bra and have her blow him later. Then I found Grace at the party, braless, which was way out of character for her. I found her sitting with the asshole and his hand was all over her ass and she didn't seem to object at all. I had accepted Jack's challenge eagerly and he had quickly backed down. I had just thrown down the gauntlet to Grace. I hadn't given myself, or her, much wiggle room!

Would she come home in five minutes? As I considered the situation, it seemed unlikely. Grace was the one that issued edicts and carried them out. I was the always the edict-ee, so to speak, not the edict-er. She'd probably stay away a few days just to demonstrate a point. Well, her shit would be all over the neighborhood by then because I had every intention of making good on my threat. You can only push a man so far. I sure as hell didn't have to put up with that sort of treatment!

Resigned to my fate, I retrieved a few garbage bags from the kitchen drawer as soon as I got home. There was no sense postponing the inevitable. I went into the living room and opened the foyer closet. I had decided to begin with the coats and hats Grace kept stored there. I had only managed to stuff a couple coats into a bag when a voice jarred me from my task.

"It seems to me like you'd give Grace a few minute's leeway, Bill."

I spun around to find Betty Lang standing in the open doorway with a soggy Grace looking over her shoulder. To say I was surprised would be a tremendous understatement.

"It was all I could do to make her wait long enough for Ralph to fetch a towel so she could dry off a little. If she's over her time limit, it's my fault, Bill, for insisting she wait. I drove her home to save a whole minute. We hit the red light on Elm and Grace tried to make me run it, just so she would be home in time," finished Betty.

"Grace, go upstairs and take a hot shower," I stated with no emotion.

Without a word, Grace started for the stairs.

"Betty, I owe you and Ralph an apology for the way I behaved at your party. I don't expect you to forgive, or forget it. I'll understand if we don't receive any more invitations from you," I added. "I wouldn't invite us after that spectacle this afternoon."

"That's where you and I differ, Bill," chuckled Betty. "I don't know exactly what precipitated your behavior, but I know you well enough to believe you felt you had a reason for your actions. Everyone will be hoping to be invited to our next wing ding once word of today gets out... and it will get out."

I didn't know how to respond to Betty so I remained silent trying to determine if she was serious, or making light of the situation.

"There's one thing I have to know, Bill, and I'm as serious as a heart attack about it. I need you to tell me that you will not harm Grace. I cannot leave without your assurance that no physical harm will come to her," pressed Betty. "I have never seen her so meek, nor you so angry. I can draw my own conclusions about that, but I'll not leave her here if there is any chance that you will do her bodily harm."

I felt tremendous admiration for Betty Lang at that moment. She couldn't weigh more than a hundred and twenty pounds, but she was standing up for her friend. She showed no fear or concern for her own safety. If I were a demented prick that beat women, she should be worried.

"Betty, your concern for Grace is admirable, but unnecessary," I hastened to assure her. "I did have a bad few minutes there, but I would never intentionally strike or harm Grace in any way. Jack, however, is a different story."

"Don't think he didn't pick up on that pretty quickly by the pool when you faced him down!" grinned Betty. "You wiped the swagger off his face pretty damn fast. It's the difference between a pretender and the real deal. He wanted none of what you were offering, Bill. I do hope you and Jack settle your differences in a civilized manner, but that's not my business, as long as it isn't at our place. I trust you to treat Grace properly, so I'll leave. She loves you, Bill"

With that, Betty pulled the door shut behind her and was gone. I looked at the garbage bag in my hand and felt pretty sheepish as I dug Grace's coats out and hung them back up in the closet. Then I headed up the stairs to Grace.

I opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. Grace gasped and held her towel in front of her, as if to fend me off.

"Drop the towel, Grace. I want to see your nipples," was all I said.

Nervously, Grace lowered her towel. She had never seen me behave like this in the 23 years we had been married. I was still angry enough that I didn't care if she was afraid of me at the moment. I stepped closer and looked closely at her nipples. I had the notion that I'd find bite marks or a hickey of some kind on her breasts. There were no marks, but her breasts were exquisite.

"Where was your bra, today, Grace? It was pretty obvious that you weren't wearing one when I arrived at the party. You were waving your arms and bouncing your tits in front of everyone, especially Jack. How did you come to lose your bra, Grace?" I demanded

"I didn't lose it, Bill. I didn't wear one today. I thought my shirt covered everything pretty well, and I wanted to tease and excite you when you came. I was just trying to be a little risqué. You haven't been too interested in me lately and I thought it might turn you on a little," responded Grace. "How do you think I could I lose a bra I'm wearing, anyway?"

"That's the question, Grace, isn't it?" I retorted as I walked back into our bedroom and looked into her underwear drawer.

I suddenly had an idea how I could trick her into revealing that she had been wearing a bra. "Which bra didn't you wear today? Is it one of these? Is it even here?"

Grace didn't answer so I looked up to fix her with a stare. She was looking at me like I was from outer space. I returned her look and waited for a response to my question.

"Do you realize what you just asked, Bill?" questioned Grace. "You asked me to tell you which bra I didn't wear. That would be every bra I own. Hell, it would be every bra on the planet! If I didn't wear a bra, I can show you any, and all, of my bras and tell you quite truthfully that I didn't wear it."

It took me a minute, but gradually it dawned on me just how stupid my question had been. I chalked it up to having a very bad day. It isn't every day you hear some jerk tell your wife to show him her tits and she does, seemingly with the understanding that she will blow him later.

"I know you were angry to see me sitting by Jack with his hand on my back and me with no bra on, but nothing happened, Bill. I know what sort Jack is. I'm sorry if it looked terrible, but I didn't do anything very bad. It just looked that way to you, Bill," apologized Grace. "I've never seen you so upset. I was glad that Jack knew enough to back off. I was afraid you were going to seriously hurt him. It would have been my fault."

This was all a surprise to me. Grace thought I would whip Jack in a fight! She thought I was mad because she wasn't wearing a bra when I arrived at the party. She wasn't acting like a woman that was prepared to blow a guy behind her husband's back. She seemed eager to make it all up, but she didn't know how much I knew.

"Were there any other women there named "Grace"?" I asked. "Are you sure you left home braless?"

"Bill, you knew everyone there. I'm the only Grace in the group. I certainly didn't misplace my bra at the party, either," answered Grace. "What are you thinking?"

I was thinking that Grace was playing with me, that she was treating me with disdain, or contempt. I was thinking that I wouldn't tell everything I had heard. That would only make her more cautious and more difficult to catch cheating.

"I'm thinking that I will not ask any more questions about today. I will expect you to be completely honest and totally faithful to me from this point forward." I stated. "If you're willing to accept those terms, we'll try to get past this."

"That's it?" asked an obviously surprised Grace. "I don't know how to tell you this, Bill, but that's exactly what I've been doing since before we were married. This will be a no-brainer."

I studied Grace as she spoke. After 23 years of marriage, I felt like I could read her pretty well. She appeared to be earnest, yet I had heard her and Jack through Langs' window. I could feel my anger start to build again. I certainly wasn't going to have Jack getting more from my wife than I was!

"I have another no-brainer for you, Grace. I want you to give me a blow job," I insisted. "I want it now and I want you to show some enthusiasm."

Grace stood very still and just looked at me for a full minute. She seemed to be waging a debate in her mind. She walked toward me as she spoke.

"You seem to be pushing this macho thing pretty hard, Bill. You threw me in ice-cold water. When I got out, you announced to the whole neighborhood that I had five minutes to get home or you'd toss my ass to the curb," recalled Grace. "Now you seem to think you might want some of the very same ass you were so recently contemplating tossing. Is that how you earn the right to enjoy this sweet ass? I don't think it is."

The old Grace was beginning to emerge and I really didn't have the patience to put up with it anymore. I made the decision then. The 'old Bill" was gone forever.

"I earn the right to that ass every damn day, Grace. I stay sober, and faithful. I work to keep you in the creature comforts. Shit, I even know about the money you've been giving your parents to help them pay their real estate taxes," I revealed. "If you think I'm expecting too much when I expect a blowjob or a piece of that lovely ass, just say so. We can work out a mutual agreement."

Grace was surprised at my response. That much was obvious. I had never been so assertive with her and she was worried.

"Bill, I didn't say you weren't a good husband, or that you don't deserve sex from me now and then. I just don't think you're asking me right. I want to be wined and dined. I want to be appreciated. Not treated like some cheap whore," finished Grace.

"Grace, I give you everything I have, every day. I never withhold anything you need or want. I'm not treating you like a cheap whore. You sure as hell aren't cheap! I'm going to treat you like the wife I expect you to be. You'll show me respect and you will suck my cock and spread your legs for me, and only me, on a regular basis," I stated emphatically. "If providing me those pleasures is so abhorrent to you, then let's hammer out an agreement we can give to our lawyers. One that we can both live with, separately."

Now Grace was really getting worried. She wasn't stupid. She knew that I was an excellent provider and she didn't want to lose me in my peak earning years. I just wasn't sure if she cared enough about me to change decades old habits. Hearing Jack insist on a blowjob had really traumatized me. What if Grace was giving head to someone and I wasn't getting any? That somehow seemed worse than if she serviced me all the time, and gave it away to someone else now and then. I should at least be first in all that stuff!

I knew that most of the guys working for me got blowjobs from their wives, or girlfriends. They talked about it like it was as common as a handshake, for Christ's sake. I had begun to feel like I was deprived! I even had an employee well over sixty years old laughing about how happy his wife was that their doctor prescribed the blue pill for him. I suspected that Grace had spent most of our marriage sneaking saltpeter into everything she fed me.

"Bill, you know how I feel about doing that. It's degrading to a woman. How about if I let you have sex with me more often?" bargained Grace.

"There's the problem, Grace. You used the term "let me have sex" with you. That sounds pretty one-sided to me. There's a new sheriff in town, Grace. It's going to be one-sided all right, but from now on, I'll be the one. I was going to let you spit it out, but now you'll have to swallow," I stated quietly. "You said that you didn't wear a bra today because you wanted to spice things up. Well, it's working. The next time you open your mouth, it had better be to take my cock in. This discussion is closed!"

Grace was stunned. This was un-chartered territory. I never spoke to her like that and I certainly never asked her to do something so personally repugnant. The ball was in her court.

I steeled myself against the tear that I saw form in the corner of her eye as she dropped to her knees in front of me. Being a considerate kind of guy, I released my belt and dropped my pants and underwear to facilitate her efforts.

I woke up early the next morning feeling a weight on my chest. I managed to open my eyes slightly and in the gray light of dawn, I saw Grace sleeping with her head on my chest. She hadn't done that in years. It couldn't have been all that comfortable. I ran my left hand though her hair and stroked her cheek. I wasn't an expert on women, but it seemed highly unlikely that Grace was angry with me.

As I considered that possibility, I decided that my eating her to three orgasms and screwing her to another just might have eased her feelings of degradation and humiliation.

Over the next few weeks, our sex life improved dramatically, once Grace accepted that I would have sex pretty much on demand. The surprising part was that two of the nights I had decided to give her a break; she was the aggressor. What's fair is fair. If I got it when I wanted it, I really couldn't deny her the same privilege, could I?

I hadn't forgotten the episode with Jack at Langs' party. I'd never forget what I heard that day. I had kept a pretty close eye on Grace and was satisfied that she had not strayed since. Then we received an invitation to a barbeque at the Henderson's home, and I accepted.

I watched Grace as she dressed for the party. She had been apprehensive about going, but I had decided that we weren't going to become hermits over one little social gaffe. After all, I didn't actually hit Jack.

Grace put on a pair of her granny undies and plain white bra. Then she pulled on a pair of baggy pants and a long sleeved shirt of some kind. I decided to push the envelope a little. Grace had become very accepting of my controlling our sex life. Was she being really clever? Was she just doing her best to dispel my fears? Did she even know what my fears were? Was she biding her time, waiting for me to become lax so she could take up with Jack again? I decided to push things and see what happened. I couldn't live with the doubts I had about Grace forever. It was eating at me.

"Grace, you look great, for a seventy year old woman," I told her.

The start of her smile quickly became a frown. I seldom commented on the way Grace dressed and this came as a surprise.

"Where are those yellow shorts, the ones with the beads on the pockets?" I asked. "I think you should wear them."

"They're a little tight, Bill. They would show the lines from my underwear. I'll feel more comfortable in these pants."

"Then the solution is to wear smaller underwear, Grace," I responded. "You have some thongs that would work."

As I spoke I held a yellow thong out to Grace. She looked at it for a little while. Then she seemed to make a decision and took it from my hand.

"Here's the top I want you to wear with the shorts. You'll look great!" I assured Grace as I held up a pretty blouse that was much like the ones you always see the pretty Mexican senoritas wear in the movies.

"Bill, that's off both shoulders. If I wore that, by bra straps would show, big time. I don't have a strapless bra to wear with it. I'll go shopping for one during the week. Did you buy that for me? It's really pretty."

"The sales girl told me it has a built in bra, so you don't have to wear anything else under it. Just put it on, Grace," I insisted.

"That's if you're seventeen years old, Bill. My breasts aren't as firm as they used to be. You don't want to see me jiggling all the time, do you?" laughed Grace.

I didn't answer and Grace's laugh died in her throat. Her face turned red as she began to unbutton the blouse she had been planning to wear.

The Hendersons had gone out of their way to caution me that Jack and Marcie would be attending the barbeque. They were pretty much warning me that I should stay home if I couldn't behave. Our acceptance of the invitation was an unspoken promise that I would control my primal urges.

I felt that if Jack kept his urges in check, I would have no problem containing mine. I would follow his lead.

It took half an hour for Grace to stop blushing every time a man looked at her, and they did look! I had to admit that I had pretty good taste in women's clothes. Grace looked as hot as I had ever seen her.

Grace stayed close to my side. I had the feeling that she feared that the first man that got to her, if she were separated from me, would ravage her. We were on our second drinks when I noticed how quiet everyone had become. I turned to see Jack and Marcie standing near my side. Everyone was watching to see how I would react, and what Jack would say or do.

"Bill, I wanted to be sure you knew I had no hard feelings about that quick dip I took in Langs' pool," Bill announced as he offered his hand. "I hope we're still friends."

There it was. The bastard was acting like a nice guy! If I refused to shake his hand, I would be the petty, boorish prick. I never shook hands with a man that told my wife to blow him before, at least to my knowledge. A fleeting vision of Grace giving every guy at the party a blowjob while I was at work shot through my mind. That was ridiculous! Wasn't it? I drew a breath and took his offered hand and shook. Everyone started laughing and talking again. It reminded me of when the gunfighter walks into the saloon. Once he demonstrates he isn't going to kill anyone, the piano guy resumes his play.

I noticed that Bill's eyes lingered on Grace's tits a little longer than was polite, but how could I blame him for that? He was a man and alive. Then I actually looked at Marcie. Damned if she wasn't braless! Her top was fairly thin and clingy and the shape of her breasts was quite apparent. I had to admit her tits were bigger than I would have guessed. Hell, I never even noticed her tits before. She was so demure and soft spoken that in a room with five people or more, she would go unnoticed.

An hour later, it was decided that I had to defend my unofficial horseshoe title. Tim Barnes was hot and thought it was a good time to relieve me of my crown. He had won several matches in a row and was tossing quite a few ringers. I drained my beer, asked Grace to excuse me, and sauntered over to the pit. As I left Grace, I noticed a look of concern cross her face.

It wasn't easy whipping a guy that hot while trying to watch my hot wife at the same time. I was soon forced to summon my full concentration to vanquish the pretender to my throne. He was so reluctant to accept his first defeat; I had to do it again, just to demonstrate to my fans that it was no fluke and that Tim was not even in my league.

After back to back victories, I graciously turned the shoes over to lesser players and looked around for Grace. She was nowhere in sight! I scanned the area and couldn't find Jack either! I started to worry. Why the hell didn't I pay attention? What's more important, beating Barnes' ass in horseshoes or keeping my wife from blowing that damn Jack? I was confident that most husbands would choose the latter.

I decided to circle the house in a flanking maneuver. Where the hell did that thought come from? I then decided to quit watching so many John Wayne movies. I was creeping along the side of the house where the bedrooms were, not unlike a common thief. Luckily, that side of the house had a row of thick bushes planted for privacy. It was extremely unlikely anyone would detect my furtive movements. Then I heard the bastard going at it again!

"Suck my big cock, Grace. You are such a cock-sucking slut! You're not leaving until I cum down your throat!

It was that fucker Jack again! I could hear the sounds of slurping and groaning as he spewed his venom. What the hell kind of cheating slut had I married? I saw some sawhorses and a couple planks against a shed and I quickly arranged them into a platform under the window. I almost tipped them over the first time I attempted to climb up. I rearranged the unsteady horse and then hoisted myself up.

I had to bend over slightly to look inside. Jack was in the middle of receiving what appeared to be a world-class hummer! I felt my cock swell in my pants as Jack urged her on.

"Show me those big tits while you suck my cock, Grace! If you're good, I'll save some cum for them. Later on I'm going to fuck you senseless, you hot bitch!"

I had just unzipped my fly and grabbed my throbbing cock when a voice directly behind me spoke!

"Bill, are you watching someone?"

I jerked around so fast my left foot slipped between the two planks. I slowly slid down, peeling the skin off my shin and thigh until my descent was halted when my balls came in contact with a plank.

With tears in my eyes, I turned to see Grace staring at me. I motioned for her to be silent; in hopes the roaring in Jack's ears was so loud he hadn't already heard my personal fall from Grace. I gingerly extricated myself from my self-made deadfall, gave my balls a few quick caresses, and slid the planks back together. Still motioning for Grace to remain quiet, I got behind her and hoisted her up on the planks and, less nimbly than before, climbed up behind her.

"Fuck! That's hot!" groaned Jack. "You may be a cock tease to everyone else, Grace, but you're my cock sucking slut, aren't you, bitch?"

I heard Grace gasp as she heard her name. She quickly peered into the room. I was right behind her.

We saw Marcie on her knees naked, working Jack's cock for all she was worth! I once again adjusted, upward, my appreciation of her tits. That woman should go naked all the time. She'd be noticed in any crowd! Then she pulled off Jack's cock.

"I love your big cock, Jack! I want you to cum all over my big tits while my husband is playing horseshoes with the boys. I wore that sexy blouse and no bra so you'd see my big tits again. Give me your cum, Jack! Bill can't do me like you do! Your cock is so much bigger and better!"

As soon as she finished her libelous, defamatory statement, Marcie sucked Jack's cock back into her mouth. It was apparent that chrome would be no match for this woman! She was good, very good! Evidently, Jack agreed. He groaned one last time and pushed farther into Marcie's mouth.

"Suck it Grace! Swallow my load, slut!" he cried.

Then he pulled his cock out of Marcie's mouth and coated her splendid bosom, seemingly as an after thought. Where was he getting it all, anyway? That was when I noticed that Grace's hand was inside my previously unzipped fly, squeezing my cock.

"Fuck! That was hot!" she whispered to me. "Marcie is pretending to be me, and doing a really good job of it, too!"

Fearing we'd be branded voyeurs, which would have been extremely accurate, of course, I jumped down. I reached up and lifted Grace down and led her into a small opening in the thick bushes behind Henderson's house.

"I heard Jack talking like that the day I got so agitated at Langs' party," I revealed to Grace. "He was saying what nice big tits you had and how he was going to have you blow him later."

"What a sweet thing!" exclaimed Grace. "They role play pretending Marcie is me. I think that's a huge compliment. They must think my tits are pretty special!"

Then the wheels started turning as she consider what I had just told her.

"You thought I was going to give Jack a blowjob? You thought I was cheating on you? That's why you've been so different, so assertive since that day? You wanted what you thought I was giving Jack, didn't you? You are so shallow, so..so male!"

"Right now I'm a male with a sore leg that pales in comparison to the ache in my balls," I replied. "Get on your knees and suck my cock right now!"

Grace just looked at me for a few seconds. As she slowly dropped to her knees, slid her blouse down to her waist, and reached for my hard-on, she smiled and broke her silence.

"Only because your big cock is so much bigger and better than my husband's and because you promised to cum on my tits, Jack!"​