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Abby’s Reply
By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
***
Dear Abby's advice to a woman who wonders whether to
confess. (MF, cheating, humor, preg)
***
Author Note: Not long ago Just Plain Bob posted
“Another Letter to ‘Dear Abby’” from “Seattle Wife Who
Needs It” Abby’s reply has fallen into my hands but in
order to understand it you really ought to read Bob’s
story at http://www.eroticstories.com
But... I know my audience, always looking for quick
thrills and totally lacking any self control! (Why else
are you reading porn?) You’re not going to look for it,
are you? No. So... with Bob’s permission, I include
some of the highlights of Seattle Wife’s letter,
including the comments Abby scribbled in the margins
[shown this way] as she was preparing her reply.
***
Dear Abby,
I am a 44 year old woman and I will have been married
to my husband for 25 years this coming Thursday. I love
my husband dearly, but I have kept a secret (actually
two of them) from him for our entire marriage.
[Oh, goody!]
My husband and I dated for about three years and we
were due to be married. Although we did make love it
wasn't a regular thing. I had waited until he proposed
before I gave up my virginity, but he worked out of
town a lot and we both still lived with our parents so
there wasn't a lot of opportunity. I think that all
total that we had made love maybe eight times over a
five month period.
[Pathetic. How did you expect to know if you were
compatible without months of hard nasty sex? O tempora!
O mores!]
The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw
a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me
drinks and made me dance with any guy who came to our
table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie,
Carol, Alice or Bev; he got me. I'd had enough drinks
to get "loose" and when the guys felt me up I didn't
fight off their hands. I didn't care because I knew
that none of them were going to get lucky. Not with all
of the girls I worked with right there and watching.
[Hypocrite! Cock tease!]
After almost two hours at the lounge Alice said that it
was time to give me my surprise
<<They take her to a strip club>>
I looked around the club and saw that almost all the
patrons were women although a few of them appeared to
have men with them. I was frankly amazed at the way
those women were behaving as the men took off their
outfits as they danced. Some of them had to be
restrained when they tried to get up on the stage with
the dancers.
[What do you expect? They were healthy, rutting young
females!]
There were cries of "Take it all off and show us what
you got," and "Show us the package baby." The girls fed
me drinks and made lewd comments such as: "Look at the
lump in his thong. Is your guy hung like that, Baby?"
Alice asked. Then she pointed at one of the dancers and
said, "Doesn't HE look yummy? Wouldn't you just love to
eat him up or vice versa?"
He did look pretty good and for a second or so I let my
imagination run wild. I'd had about five drinks since
we got there and those on top of what I'd had before we
got there so I was feeling no pain. I was getting into
the spirit of things and was chanting "Show us the beef
stick, show us the beef stick" with the other women
when Carol said, "Here he comes."
"Here who comes?"
"Your surprise honey; the reason we brought you here."
She pointed and I saw one of the dancers walk up. He
looked like a Greek god and my tummy got all fluttery.
["Fluttery?" Tell the truth! You had your hand in your
panties jilling off, didn't you?]
"This is Toby, honey, and Toby is going to give you a
lap dance. I know he is yummy and I can tell from the
look in your eyes that you want to do something
naughty, but the rules are that you can look, but you
can't touch."
Toby proceeded to thrust his groin in my face and when
he was finished I was weak in the knees. When he got
up, if he had wanted to take me right there on the
table in front of God and everybody, I would have let
him.
[That’s the point. Why else did Alice and the girls
take you there?]
<<She has sex with Toby in a back room. Want to know
more? Stop wanking and go read Bob’s story.>>
<<And with all the other dancers at the club>>
<<And three of them go home with her and fuck her all
night>>
The unplanned outcome of that night was that I was
pregnant when I returned from the honeymoon and I know
that the father of my child was one of the dancers.
That secret I'll take to my grave.
[Melodrama Queen! Don’t tell me you didn’t get off on
it.]
That night awoke something in me and turned me into
slut. I saw Toby three more times before the wedding --
the last time the night before I walked down the aisle.
[I'll bet the stains from the cum you leaked onto the
church carpet in front of the altar have never come
out.]
I have to confess that Toby wasn't the last of my
lovers, just one of many.
[Duh!]
There have been many others over the years, usually men
I work with and strangers I meet in hotels and bars
when I'm out of town on business trips or my hubby is
gone on trips and all without my husband knowing
anything about it.
My problem, Abby, is that as I get older my sexual
urges are increasing. I'm doing a gangbang on the
average of every two weeks and I'm doing co-workers in
the supply closet at work almost daily. It is
inevitable that if I keep it up, I'm going to get
caught.
My question is, "Do you think my husband would
understand my need to be a slut if I confessed to him?
Seattle Wife Who Needs It
Dear Seattle Wife Who Needs It, [Don’t we all]
I think you will understand why I am replying to your
letter on this special website instead of in the family
newspapers. The prudes wouldn’t publish your sexy
letter in my column, either. Still, I recognize a
sincere cry for help when I pick one out of the burn
bag. Actually I was a secret slut (a secret from my
first three husbands) for years.
The answer to your question is, no, your husband will
NOT understand, but that’s not important; he will LOVE
it.
You didn’t say, but it is obvious that at home you have
been playing the typical wife role to the hilt:
feigning total disinterest in sex, giving your husband
release maybe once a month (lights out, missionary
position, grit your teeth to lie still and keep from
orgasming), never wearing (for him) any of the mini-
skirts, slinky lingerie, or high-top stockings that he
keeps buying you every Valentine's Day, birthday and
Anniversary.
I know you did this with the best of intentions. You
thought you could fit in with his friends’ wives and
help his career. That was a mistake. For most of those
women, being a frigid wife is not an act; she really
does not crave multiple screaming orgasms from a thick
male cock pounding deep into their spasming pussies,
does not masturbate several times a day even with their
fingers, much less a high powered vibrator, and she is
genuinely disgusted by her husbands’ constant, pathetic
whining for sex. She understands all too well that the
invitations to "go dancing," to have “romantic” dinners
alone, to get away just the two of them on "a little
vacation without the kids" are just devious efforts to
get her in the mood for sex and, if she isn’t careful,
to pop another bun in the oven. Holding hands and
snuggling are strictly off limits. They know only sluts
enjoy sex.
A woman like that truly does not understand why she
finds cum stains on the sheets from her husband’s
nightly masturbation sessions. She is disgusted by the
porn sites (like this one) that her desperate husband
turns to in frustration. She shudders at the idea of
taking her husband’s cock into her mouth and the
thought of swallowing his spunk turns her stomach. She
has heard that having a loving husband put his head
between her legs, to tell her how womanly, how sexy she
smells, and to eat her pussy until she comes is
wonderful, but she doesn’t believe any decent woman
could actually take pleasure from such filth. And even
if it were not so bad, she realizes it would only
create an obligation to perform reciprocal vile acts,
see above. Or, what is worse, get her excited enough to
give in to hubby’s perverted desire for sex and more
babies.
But fortunately you are different, honey. You have been
blessed to discover early on your inner slut. You thank
your mother for teaching you that sex is dirty; that’s
what makes it so hot. I’m sure you have kept in touch
with this Alice who first turned you on to what being a
real woman is. You (and, soon, your husband) should
lick that woman’s pussy every day in gratitude.
But your concern is not just in conforming to society’s
expectation that women be sexless creatures who allow
sex willingly only a few times in life when deigning to
become pregnant with the 1.9 children expected of them,
who look down their noses at a woman so in love with
and confident of her husband that she is willing to
give him 3, 4, 5 or more children. Apparently you
really fear that your husband would love and respect
you less if he knew you were a cheating slut.
Silly girl!
Husbands may not like the cheating part, but, like all
men, they LOVE sluts. Of course he’d prefer that your
volcanic sexual urges were only for him, that you
wanted nothing more than to keep him in bed all the
time, busy making babies for you and the other fifteen
nubile women you recruited for his exclusive harem. But
with enough ball-emptying sex he can be brought down to
earth. When you do break the news that you constantly
crave sex, you’ll be able to make him understand, if he
really loves you -- as he must, to have put up with you
as long as he has -- that your need and capacity for
orgasms far surpasses what he or any other one man can
give you.
Your need for multiple lovers is no reflection on him.
Even if he were a 19 year old Black with a 14” cock who
had been taming white women since he knocked up three
of his Jr. High teachers, one man could never be enough
for a real woman like you. In return for your finally
dressing like a woman for him, showing off in
attention-grabbing tops that showcase your assets and
heels that put a swish to your wiggle, letting him see
you in those big loopy earrings, and, of course,
keeping his eyeballs screwed out, he’ll be happy, or at
least too fucked out to give a damn, for you to carry
on as you please. He’s been dying to eat your pussy all
these years, to at last get his mouth and nose to the
source of the sexy musk that has kept him hard for so
long, he won’t mind to find it full of cum.
That is the advice you asked for, now let me give you
some for your own good.
Honey, you’re too old for fortnightly gangbangs. This
is not to deny that women like us need more sex now
than we did when we were horny teenagers taking on the
football team. (You don’t expect me to believe you were
a virgin when you first let hubby-to-be do you, do
you?) You are just going about it the wrong way. Take
it from me, at our age it’s more fun to leave two or
three guys comatose than a dozen slam-bam-thank-you-
ma’am fucks. And it’s a lot more comfortable going to
sleep sandwiched between a couple of lovers in your own
bed than taking a taxi home at 4 a.m. all sticky with
jizz. And whatever they may imply in those stories on
Dark Wanderer, you and I know organizing a gangbang is
a lot of work.
No. Better keep it closer to home. Now far be it from
me to tell you to completely forego career-enhancing
fucks with your boss (How do you think my slutty sister
Ann and I get our column in 283 daily newspapers?) or a
quickie every now and then with a hunky guy from the
loading dock, but the most reliable sex is with family
members. Don't you have brothers or brothers-in-law,
horny old goat uncles, or hunky teen nephews to play
with? Can’t you get your mother, or mother-in-law, or
sisters to share their lovers with you? Hubby will love
being given in exchange.
And one final thing about your husband. Remember, you
are asking a lot from this wonderful man whom you love
and who loves you so dearly. He’s going to be watching
other men fuck you senseless, making you whiny with
lust, sobbing their names as you come and begging them
to empty their balls into his darling wife’s fertile
pussy while he’s spewing his seed on the closet door.
Do something for him that will show him just how
special he is to you now that he knows what a slut you
are. One night when you’re riding him, about to screw
his lights out, lean down and whisper to him that
you’ve come off the pill and he doesn’t have to use a
condom anymore because you have decided he deserves to
be the daddy of another baby, maybe even of a whole
second crop.
I guarantee your pussy will feel his cock twitch if he
doesn’t loose it right there. For the nine months of
your pregnancy he’ll fuck you with a vigor beyond his
years, spurred on by showing off his middle age wife
with a sexy bulging belly, looking forward to suckling
milk from your exploding bazookas, basking in the envy
of his friends, and laughing with you at the jealousy
of yours.
With enough sex, he’ll even believe he’s the father.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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