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 Family Life

   By s19000

   Chapter 1 (M/F, cuckquean)

   Marian and Al sat in a booth in the bar at their favorite restaurant,
watching people come and go.  Marian sipped at a melon-flavored drink in a
liqueur glass, while her husband nursed an after-dinner Scotch.  A woman
wearing a sheer blouse and no bra walked by, and Marian saw Al watching
her. "Like the way she looks?"

   "Well, yeah," said Al.  "She's pretty sexy."

   "She wants to show off, doesn't she?" said Marian.

   "For sure."

   When the woman reached the door, she turned and faced the people in the
bar.  She was old enough to be in a bar, but still young, as Marian and Al
thought of it, college age, maybe.  They could see she wasn't wearing a
bra, because her breasts pushed out against her sheer blouse, making her
nipples clearly visible.  There was a large wet spot on her skirt, right at
her crotch.

   "Look at that," said Marian.  "She was doing herself during dinner."

   "Maybe she spilled something," said Al.

   "Yeah, right.  She was masturbating through her skirt.  I'll bet she
doesn't have any panties on.  She wants someone to do her right now."

   Al looked at his wife in surprise.  "You think so?"

   The woman turned and went out the door into the night.  "She wanted
every man in here to think about fucking her," said Marian.  "That's why
she let everyone look.  You thought about it, didn't you?"

   Now Al was really surprised.  He and Marian had been married long enough
to have a thirteen-year old daughter, but their sex life had never been
wild and crazy, and Marian had never said things like that.  After a few
drinks, she could be 'affectionate,' as Al thought of it, but suggesting he
might want to fuck another woman was something new.  "Now, wait a minute 
--"

   "Come on, I'll bet you'd like some of that.  Our sex life is pretty
routine, isn't it?  Some variety would spice things up.  I mean, there are
women who just want to fuck, like that piece of ass who just left.  It's
OK, you can admit it."

   Marian was right.  Sometimes Al wished for more exciting sex.  He didn't
answer her, though.  He was too busy trying to process the things his
middle-aged wife was saying right there in their favorite restaurant, using
words he'd never heard from her before.

   Marian had surprised herself by what she had just said.  Suddenly she
was embarrassed, and so she didn't say any more in the restaurant.  But on
the way home, as Al drove them through the dark streets, she thought about
how the woman was probably great in bed, and how she, herself, had never
been very good at sex.  'She's definitely more exciting than I am,' Marian
thought.  'She looks like she'd be willing to do nasty things to be a
really good fuck.  I'll bet Al wanted to fuck her.  He probably would, too,
if he could.' She realized the idea of her husband fucking the woman
excited her, and that realization excited her even more.

   What was that all about?  She knew she didn't want Al to divorce her for
someone else, no matter how sexy that someone might be.  'I probably had
too much to drink,' she thought.  'A cosmopolitan before dinner, wine with
the food, and that after-dinner drink.  Yeah, too much, I'll have to be
more careful.' But the exciting thought of Al fucking the woman stayed in
her head.  She thought about playing with herself right there in the car,
but soon they were home.

   They paid off the sitter, listened to their daughter tell them how she
was too old to need one, "I mean, come on!" They agreed she probably was
right, said they'd talk it over with her in the morning, and sent her to
bed.

   Marian looked at herself in the mirror after she put on her nightgown.
The nightgown wasn't sexy at all.  She had known that when she bought it,
but she hadn't thought about why she chose it.  Now she realized that it
was just a cover-up she wore because she no longer liked how her body
looked.  Once guys thought she was hot.  'But not any more,' she thought.
'Al probably doesn't enjoy fucking me anymore.  He deserves someone
better.' Once again she found herself excited by such thoughts.

   Did Al feel the same way?  The idea of asking him actually aroused her.
What would she do if he said, Yes?  'If he told me he didn't want to fuck
me,' she thought, 'I'd have to get myself off right in front of him.  I
don't think I could stop myself.' She thought about masturbating in front
of her husband because he'd rather fuck someone else, and as she did, a
switch flipped somewhere in the dark side of her mind.  She faced her
husband, and standing in front of him in the ugly nightgown she said, "You
never answered me in the restaurant.  Would you like to fuck that woman?"

   "Honey  --"

   "She was hot.  She looked like she'd be a good fuck."

   "Marian, stop it."

   Marian was losing years of inhibitions, and she didn't want to stop.  "I
bet her pussy's hot, real tight and wet.  Men like that, don't they?  My
pussy's kind of loose now, isn't it?  It always takes you a long time to
cum when we fuck.  With her, you'd probably have to try hard not to come
right away."

   "Come on, Marian, I love you."

   "I love you, too, but right now we're not talking about love, we're
talking about fucking.  Real fucking with someone who wants cock and knows
what to do with it, not obligation sex with a middle-aged wife.  Real sex
with someone who has a hot body."

   "Wait a minute.  I like your body."

   "It was good once, but not any more." Marion pulled the nightgown up,
exposing herself.  "Don't you want something better than this?  Look how my
breasts sag.  That woman's breasts are hot, and she knows it.  You could
tell she wants to fuck, and I'll bet she likes it when men call them tits.
She probably calls her pussy a cunt."

   Al was now so amazed by Marian, he had trouble replying, but his cock
was so hard it was almost painful as it pressed out against his pajamas.

   Marian saw it, and it sent a jolt through her.  She made her husband's
cock hard by talking about how another woman would be a better fuck.  "I
knew you wanted her," she said.  "You're hard because you want to fuck
her." She was so excited she could hardly think, and she dimly realized
that if she kept talking it would take them to dark places.  She discovered
those were places she wanted to go.  "I have an idea," she said.

   By this time, Al wasn't arguing about anything his wife said.

   Marian got out of bed, went to the windows, and pulled the
room-darkening shades.  "I'll bet that woman likes being naked, because
she's a fuck piece and wants men to handle every part of her.  If I want to
pretend to be a fuck piece, I need to be naked, too."

   She took off her nightgown, got back into bed, and turned off the
bedside lamp.  The room was plunged into pitch blackness.  "Now you don't
have to look at me when you fuck me," she said.  "It's better that way,
isn't it?" She almost gave herself an orgasm just from saying that.  She
didn't understand how she felt, at all, but she didn't want to stop. 
"Imagine I'm her and put your cock in me and bang me.  I know you wanted to
do her, so call me by her name.  I'll bet her name's Jill.  It sounds so
sweet, just right for a nasty, depraved slut who loves to fuck."

   She took Al's cock in her mouth and used her tongue on it, something she
never did.  She had always thought it was a dirty thing to do, but now she
loved how it made her feel dirty and slutty.  "Does my tongue feel good? 
Do you like it?  Does it feel like you're being sucked by a slut?"

   "God Marian, it feels great!"

   Marian lifted her mouth off her husband's cock.  "Don't use my name.  I
turned the lights out so you can imagine this is a blow job from that
slutty piece of ass from the restaurant.  Just remember how sexy she
looked. You're tired of how I look anyway, aren't you?  I think you're
tired of having sex with me, too." Marian liked how she was making herself
feel, and she kept pushing deeper into the dark corners of her mind.  "You
need someone better to fuck, don't you?" she said.  "Better than me. 
Hotter than me.  You know you do.  You need a woman who knows how to give
you the fucking you deserve, or maybe a girl.  Tell me the truth.  Do you
want Jill to suck your cock?  Do you want to fuck her?"

   Al was far past rational thought, but he managed to say, "Yes."

   "Then call me Jill."

   Al groaned from the sensation on his cock.  He knew it was Marian doing
the sucking, but it was pitch black in the bedroom and he couldn't see her,
so it was easy to play along.  "God, uh  -- Jill.  This is the best blow
job I've ever had.  It's so much better than when Marian does it."

   Hearing that from her husband humiliated Marian, but it was so exciting.
'He does want someone else,' she thought.  'That's so hot.  I have to do
myself.' She let go of her husband's cock and put her hands between her
legs, using only her mouth on him.  'I'm masturbating because my husband
says he'd rather have someone else and not me.  That's the only reason I'm
fucking my pussy while I suck him.  God, it makes me feel so dirty and
worthless.  I want to make him say more.'

   She lifted her mouth off Al's cock and said, "Am I better than your
wife?"

   "Oh, yeah, way better!  Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon." Al put his hands on
his wife's head, pushing her mouth back down toward his cock.  "Make me cum
in your mouth.  Marian never does that."

   But Marian said, "Go ahead, come in my mouth.  Just call me Jill when
you do." She let Al push her lips down the length of his cock.

   Al wanted to cum so badly, he was willing to say anything.  "Oh my god,
Jill!  Marian never made me feel like this.  Oh yeah, use your tongue some
more.  God, it's making me cum!  Swallow it.  Swallow it, Jill.  Oh fuck,
yes!" Al ejaculated over and over into his wife's mouth.

   When Marian heard her husband say it had never been as good with her,
she came hard, gasping and crying out around his cock.  She fell back with
his cum in her mouth.  'He came for another woman,' she thought, and
swallowed.  She had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed it all
and thought, 'So this is what it's like to be a slut.' She wasn't sure
which excited her more, the idea of being a slut, or the idea that it was
too late for her to become one, because now she knew she wanted her husband
to cast her aside.

   Al lay on his back next to Marian, recovering from the best sex he had
had in years, but before long he felt a hand on his cock again.  "Want to
fuck me now?" a voice whispered in the dark, as the hand stroked him.  He
couldn't see the hand, but he sure could feel it, and it was easy to
imagine it belong to someone other than his wife.  "You thought I was hot
in the restaurant," whispered the voice.  "I know you did, even though you
didn't admit it to your frumpy wife.  Let me show you what it's like to
fuck a real slut, one like me."

   Al was hard again, and he rolled on top of the body next to him, but
before he could put his cock in, the voice in the dark said, "Call me Jill.
You can't fuck me unless you do.  And you have to tell me I'm much better
than Marian."

   Al found it easy to pretend as he pushed his cock into the woman he
couldn't see.  "Ah, god, Jill.  You've got a real cunt.  It's so much
better than my wife's sloppy pussy.  I really want to fuck it."

   Excitement washed over Marian.  She no longer cared about dignity or her
place in her marriage.  She wanted her husband to want to fuck someone
else. She wanted him to actually do it She wrapped her legs around him and
humped at his cock.  "Go ahead, fuck my cunt.  That's what it's for.  Your
wife doesn't understand that she has a cunt, and it's for fucking, too. 
Fuck my cunt.  Hard."

   Al fucked, and in the dark he felt the cunt moving on his cock in ways
he had never felt before.  God, it felt good.  And he found he enjoyed the
things he'd been saying, too, so he said, "I've put up with my wife's pussy
all these years.  I can't believe I did it, because now I know how much
better sex can be." He banged his cock into the cunt.  "You know what?  She
never satisfied me.  And I now I think she never will."

   Hearing that made Marian go over the edge.  Role play wasn't enough.  It
had to be real.  "Oh god, yes!  Fuck Jill!  I want to know how much better
it is with her.  Show me how a real woman gets fucked.  Tell me I'm not
worth fucking.  Tell me you want to fuck other women.  Tell me to watch you
cum in them, because you don't want to cum in me.  Tell me you're never
going to fuck me again, because I'm not enough and I've never been enough.
Tell me you need something better from now on.  Someone, anyone, because
anyone would be better than me.  Oh my god!  I'm cumming so hard!  Fuck
her, not me.  Fuck her.  Fuck her!  Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck her!"

   Al came, and he felt like he was being turned inside out.

   Later, when he could speak again, he said, "God, that was great.  I hope
 --" He paused, but in the dark that night he had been changed, just like
his wife, so he said, "Listen, Marian, sex with you has been boring for
years.  I need a real woman now, instead of you."