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Wife Orders Pizza
by Cuckolded1946 (cuckolded1946@gmail.com)

***

What happens after the ex-wife and I order pizza and I 
get called out to work before delivery. (MF, voy)

***

Author Note: Writing helps you forget, because you can 
vent on the page, examine your motives and reactions, 
and decide what to take with you as you move on. You 
learn from your hurts, as long as you don't nurture 
them to feed anger and thoughts of retribution.

When my doctor first told me this I was unsure, but 
writing about these past events has helped clear my 
mind immeasurably. The following story is based on 
true facts.

It is one in a series of stories I have written 
detailing some of the events from my first marriage. 
While some of the dialog may be paraphrased, the 
events did actually occur as described.

***

The night was still young and it was obvious my wife 
was feeling sort of restless. I remember there was a 
full moon rising, though I never really thought that 
it actually affected people in any particular way.

But I did have this anxious feeling and I just 
couldn't put my finger on it. When my wife stepped out 
of the shower and entered the bedroom with her towel 
draped around her waist and her breasts glistening 
with the moisture, I knew that feeling was most likely 
pent up sexual energy.

I hadn't had sex with her for almost 10 day because of 
our work schedules and we were both beginning to feel 
the pressure... she dropped the towel and stood naked 
in front of me, as she casually began to look for 
something to wear.

I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked 
through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy 
white, see through panty.

She slipped them on and it was easy to see her trimmed 
pussy through the sheer material.

She then found a half-bra which barely covered her 
nipples. Even though it covered her nipples, they were 
clearly visible through the fabric.

She continued to thumb through the drawer until she 
pulled out white, thigh high stockings, (I didn't even 
know she owned a pair) which she then proceeded to 
pull over legs.

When they were completely on, she walked over to the 
closet and reached for a white lacy robe that I had 
never seen before.

She put it on and closed it loosely over her 
incredibly sexy outfit with a thin belt around the 
waist.

I remember the stockings were partially visible, as 
the robe was cut short, ending at the top of her 
thighs.

She then went to the kitchen and fixed herself a vodka 
and OJ, lots of vodka, a little OJ.

"Why don't we order a pizza and watch a movie before 
bed," she said

I replied, "OK, if you want."

She dialed the phone and started ordering a pizza. 
"Great. About 30 minutes then. Thanks," and hung up 
the phone.

No sooner than she had hung up the phone, than it 
rang. She answered, "Yes, he's here," and handed the 
phone to me. "Well, shit," she said.

Long story short, one of the trucks hauling from the 
mine had been involved in a minor traffic accident and 
the insurance card was not in the cab, and they needed 
me to get the card for the police. Work was over an 
hour drive from the house.

When I told my wife what the call was about and that I 
had to go to work for a bit, boy was she pissed. She 
started giving it to me with both barrels.

She downed her drink in on gulp.

"What do you want me to do, quit and stay home," I 
said.

"No, but they take advantage of you at work, they 
should be able to do some of this themselves," she 
answered, "I need another drink."

She fixed herself another drink, this one stronger 
than the other. She downed half of it in one gulp.

"I should be back in two or three hours," I said.

"Go do what you have to do, I'll sit here and get 
drunk on vodka and fat on pizza," she snarled as she 
finished off her vodka and OJ.

I had forgotten about the pizza.

I saw her heading to the bottle of vodka to fix her 
another drink as I went out the door to get in my 
truck to go take care of the problem at work.

I had just gone past the little grocery store above 
the house when my truck just suddenly quit. I coasted 
to a wide spot and pulled off to the side. No amount 
of coaxing could get it restarted.

There was a pay phone outside the grocery store, so I 
walked back to it and called my work number. They 
answered on the first call. It was the driver of the 
truck involved in the accident. I explained my 
problem, that my truck had died. He said that the 
state policeman was there and was going to take him to 
jail if I didn't get there soon and give him the 
insurance card.

I then explained to the driver that if the secretary 
had left the filing cabinet open he might be able to 
find the card. I told him where the filing cabinet was 
in her office and to check to see if he could open any 
of the drawers. He came back and said, "Yes, I can 
open all of them."

"Open the second drawer down from the top and you 
should see a folder labeled 'Insurance'. Give that 
folder to the policeman and see if he can find what he 
needs in the folder."

A few minutes later he was back on the phone, "Yes!" 
he hollered into the phone, "The cop said everything 
he needed to complete his report was in the folder."

"OK," I said, "when he's through, just lay the folder 
on the secretary's desk. I'll see you Monday."

I began thinking about how I was going to get my truck 
fixed as I started walking the short distance back to 
the house. Just as I stepped onto the front porch, I 
saw my wife staggering towards the kitchen with an 
empty glass in her hand. I remember the last time she 
got really drunk, she put on quite a show. Since she 
didn't expect me back for a couple of hours I thought, 
"It might be fun to just hide in the coat closet by 
the door for a little while and watch." I could get 
out of the closet the next time she fixed a drink or 
went to the bathroom and pretend I had just got home.
 
I quickly got in the coat closet and moved some stuff 
around so I move around without making any noise. I 
left the door ajar, and I could clearly see into the 
kitchen and the living room while.
 
She staggered out of the kitchen with another drink in 
her hand. From what I could see, it looked like she 
had drunk almost the entire pint of vodka. She walked 
very unsteadily into the living room and sat down on 
the couch and then laid back and pulled her knees up 
slightly so that her panties were visible from beneath 
her robe.

This was kind of exciting, this whole 
exhibitionist/voyeur scene. As I watched, she dropped 
her hand into her lap and began lightly stroking her 
pussy through her panties as she watched a soft core 
porn movie on TV. She raised her hips and slid the 
panties down her legs and dropped them beside the 
couch. "Ah," I thought, "she's about to get started."

Just then, the doorbell rang and my wife gave a 
startled jump. I thought that my heart was about to 
explode.

The pizza. It seems we both had forgotten.

My wife got up off the couch and carefully adjusted 
her robe.

She leaned toward the door and said, "Is that you, 
Larry," she asked in a confused voice.

I heard the reply from outside, "No, it's Pete... 
pizza delivery."

My wife said, "Oh, okay," and she opened the door and 
said, "Come in. I thought you were my husband."

Pete walked into the living room behind my wife who 
led him towards the kitchen.

I could see the expression on his face as his eyes 
traced down her scantily covered body.

"Here, you can put it down here on the table," she 
said.

She started over to the cabinet next to the sink and 
bent over as she opened the door and pulled out a 
small jar from the lower shelf.

I could see that as she leaned over, the short robe 
rode up her back, giving a beautiful view of her bare 
ass and pussy.

She was giving the pizza guy a terrific view, and I 
could see by the expression on his face that he was 
enjoying it. She paused there, in that position for 
what seemed like an eternity as she dug through the 
money jar looking for enough to pay him.

"Damn it!" she said finally as she stood back up. 
"What did that son of a bitch do with the money!"

She told him to follow her to the living room. She had 
money in her purse.

The living room was a little closer to me, and I could 
see even better than before.

She walked over to the couch and again bent over to 
get her purse lying on the floor next to the coffee 
table.

As she stood up again she looked visibly upset -- near 
tears -- and started complaining, "I'm sorry. I just 
had a fight with my husband, that asshole. He actually 
said for me to just eat the whole pizza and get fat. 
Do you believe that?"

She was looking directly at him and started to undo 
the belt on her robe.

I could see the robe open and she pulled it back off 
her shoulders.

"Do you think that I am fat?" she asked as she turned 
around slowly, dropping the robe as she did.

I couldn't believe it as I watched my wife expose 
herself like that.

Pete was taking this all in as he stood there in 
disbelief. He must have been getting an erection, 
because he started pulling at the front of his pants, 
trying to adjust himself.

"No! No way you're fat!"

"Oh my!" she said. "Did I do that to you?" she asked 
as she walked over to him.

Pete was speechless at this point.

"Here, let me help you with that," my wife said in a 
breathy, throaty voice.

I couldn't believe what she was doing!

She started to undo his belt and then undid his 
zipper.

As she pulled Pete's pants and shorts down to his 
ankles, she knelt down on her knees in front of him. I 
could see that he was a little weak in the knees by 
this time... so was I! My wife was taking this young 
man's rapidly growing cock into her hands and lowering 
her mouth to it.

I could see her eyes widen as his cock continued to 
harden into a formidable erection.

It appeared to be larger than mine and much thicker.

She put the head of his cock between her lips and 
began stroking it with her hand. Her other hand 
reached underneath to cup his balls. Her mouth sank 
lower over his cock as she started working her tongue 
and lips around his erection.

I heard a faint moan come out of his mouth?

I hid there watching her hands and mouth work their 
magic on Pete's cock. It didn't take very long, even 
though it seemed like an eternity to me. Pete started 
groaning and my wife's hand started pumping faster.

I could tell that he was cumming in her mouth as his 
groans got louder and became more of a rhythmic 
grunting sound.

Pete stood there as my wife stood up in front of him, 
cum still dripping down her face.

"Why don't you sit down for a moment. I will be right 
back," she said as she turned and walked off to the 
bathroom. As she left the living room, Pete sat down 
on the couch and finished taking off his clothes.

His cock had receded into a semi-flaccid state.

He sat there for just a minute or so when she came 
back into the room.

She had cleaned herself up a bit and was completely 
naked, having removed her hose.

Her breasts, while not large, are round, firm and 
shaped nicely.

The nipples were dark and hard, as they usually get 
when she is excited.

Pete moved over as she sat down next to him.

They started kissing and touching each other. Pete's 
hands moved to her breasts. He squeezed one, then the 
other, pinching her nipples along the way. His mouth 
kissed her down her face, onto her chest.

She lay back as Pete found his way to a nipple and 
began licking and sucking.

I knew that she loved this and could actually have an 
orgasm if they were sucked and played with long 
enough. She appeared to be getting really hot and my 
thoughts were confirmed as she let out a soft moan.

I watched as Pete continued his way down, kissing her 
firm belly. She offered no resistance as he made his 
way to her now dripping wet pussy.

The soft moans increased as Pete ran his lips over her 
pussy lips.

A soft shriek came from her mouth as his tongue found 
its target on her clit.

"Oh god! That feels great... don't stop!"

But I could see that he had no intention of stopping.

I could hear her breathing become more rapid and I 
could see that she was rapidly approaching orgasm.

Her head arched back and I could see her stomach 
muscles ripple as she started cumming on Pete's mouth.

He didn't miss a beat as my wife had an extremely 
intense orgasm, flooding his mouth with her juices.

She continued to writhe in orgasm for several 
minutes... I didn't think it would stop. I knew she 
was multi-orgasmic, but I didn't recall her ever 
having one this intense.

Then Pete was climbing on top of my wife, between her 
spread open legs, and was slowly inserting his now 
rock had cock into her pussy.

She reached down to help guide him into her and I 
could see the muscles on his butt tighten as he pushed 
his cock past her pussy lips.

"Oh... yeah! Put it to me!" she said, "fuck me!"

"It's so big! It feels so good!"

My wife pushed up with her hips and the length of his 
cock slid effortlessly deep into her pussy.

His balls smacked up against her and he started 
pumping in and out.

The moaning from my wife's throat became louder and 
guttural as Pete's rhythmic humping intensified.

"Uhh... ohhh... ohhh... uhh... fuck me... do it to 
me... fuck me! Oh yes, yes, yessssssssss!" she cried 
out as another incredible orgasm overtook her body.

Her legs rose up, and as her heels dug into the back 
of his legs and I could see her juices drip down her 
crack.

Pete's humping continued, faster, harder.

I stood there watching as my wife had two, three, and 
then four orgasms.

I heard Pete start to groan, faintly at first but then 
louder and I could see the rhythm of his humping slow, 
but he was now pounding it in full-length with each 
thrust.

My wife was moaning loader too. "Cum in me, cum in me! 
Fill me up with your cum!" she shouted at him.

I could see as his muscles spasm as he shot his load 
into my wife's pussy.

They laid there together for five or ten minutes, 
kissing and holding each other. Then I heard Pete say 
to her that this was his first time having sex with a 
woman!

My wife just held his head against her chest and said, 
"That was the some of the best sex I have ever had! I 
definitely want more of this."

"I think though, that maybe we should continue this 
another time, because I think that my husband might 
come home soon."

They rose up together and I could see that Pete's cock 
was rather limp again, but slick with the combined 
juices of their lovemaking.

My wife's bush was sticky with cum and I could see it 
dripping down the inside of her thighs.

When Pete had his clothes back on, she walked him over 
to the doorway, and gave him a long, deep kiss. She 
said that she would call again for "Pizza Pete" when 
her husband was going to be out for a longer time.

She opened the door, carefully hiding her naked body 
behind it and pushed Pete out gently whispering to 
him, "That was great, - have a good night!" and she 
closed the door behind him.

She staggered back to the kitchen and fixed herself 
another drink with what was left of the pint of vodka 
and came back to the couch. After taking about two 
sips from the drink she laid her head back on the 
couch and passed out spilling the rest of her drink 
all over the hardwood floor of the living room.

After I was sure she was passed out, I came out of the 
closet and took the glass from her hand. I took it to 
the kitchen and got a cloth and cleaned up the spilled 
drink on the hardwood before it made a permanent 
stain.

While I was doing this she lay there naked on the 
couch, her head thrown back, her arms spread out to 
the side like she was on a cross, and her legs parted 
about three feet at the knees. Pete's cum was leaking 
out of her pussy onto the fabric of the couch. A good 
size stain had already appeared under her ass.

I went to the bedroom and turned the spread and sheets 
down and went back to the living room, picked her up, 
and carried her to bed. She moaned slightly once as 
her head lay back against the pillow.

It took me almost thirty minutes to get the cum stains 
off the couch. Then I went to bed and lay beside her. 
Needless to say, a million thoughts were going through 
my head – some good and some bad. Finally, I decided 
that this was as much my fault as hers. I knew she was 
mad, horny and drunk when I left her to go take care 
of that problem at work. And I knew how she was when 
she was drunk and horny – she wanted to be fucked.

The next morning, I was up and had coffee made when 
she got out of bed. Somewhere between getting up and 
coming into the kitchen she had found a short robe to 
put on.

"What time did you get home last night?" she asked. It 
was obvious she was very hung over.

"Oh, I was just gone a couple of hours. It didn't take 
but about five minutes to find the insurance card," I 
answered.

"I was just thinking about eating a slice of that 
pizza for breakfast. Do you want me to fix you a 
piece?" I asked.

"Pizza? What pizza?" she seemed confused.

"The pizza you ordered just before I got called to go 
to Frozen Creek," I answered.

"Did you stop and pick it up on your way back from 
work?" she asked.

"No. Remember, you had them deliver it."

"I did? I don't remember a pizza being delivered last 
night. Are you sure?"

"They must have," I answered, "I didn't bring it, and 
you were practically naked and on your way to being 
drunk when I left for work."

"OK, if you say so, but I don't remember any pizza," 
she said.

We sat drinking coffee for a while; she didn't want a 
slice of pizza. She said if she ate it, it would just 
come right back up.

Then she asked, "Had I already gone to bed when you 
got back last night?"

"No," I answered, "you were on the couch. It looked 
like you had passed out."

"Yeah. I know I drank too much last night, but I was 
really mad that you chose to go to work over fucking 
me," she said.

"I know," I said, "I made a bad choice."

"How did I get in the bed?" she asked.

"I carried you from the living room and put you in 
bed," I answered.

"Did you take my clothes off and fuck me after you put 
me in bed?" she asked.

"No, you were already naked when I found you passed 
out on the couch," I answered her.

"Well, I've got to take a shower and get ready for 
work. I'm scheduled in today. I'm sorry I got drunk 
and passed out on you. Maybe we can fuck tonight when 
I get in from work," she said.

"Maybe," I answered.

END

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