True Tales about Wives and Lovers

The next morning I was up early before anyone else. I wanted to get the van back to the armory and I would just as soon that Sharon not even see it. I also wanted to listen to the recorder and I wasn't sure if I would get another chance before Monday. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I had a meeting at the office and would be back. She groggily mumbled something about being careful and promptly went back to sleep.

I grabbed my brief case and headed out. I stopped short of the armory, in a strip mall shopping center, and pulled the recorder out and turrned it on playback. As before, the tape had little movement until Sharon got home and then only recorded her moving about the downstairs until she went upstairs and I heard the shower running (Sharon had always been a "clean-freak", so this was not surprising). This time I heard her come back down the stairs before he arrived - again, the heels - I suspect she was trying to compensate for the height difference. Shortly after that the phone rang.

Sharon answered the phone - "Hello"?

That's Okay, no problem - is 8 okay, again?

Sure - why don't you bring the boys and I'll treat everyone to pizza?

Great, I'll call for a pizza delivery for 8 o'clock - see you then - Bye

She hung up and walked into the kitchen where I heard water running in the sink.

There was a knock and she shut the water off and went to the door.

This time I could hear a lot better since the recorder was much closer to the door. As she opened the door there was mutual laughter. As the door closed I could hear kissing followed by Mitch saying, "I love a girl who's always ready". Again, laughter followed by more kissing.

The sound of them approaching and sitting on the couch - more kissing.

Sharon - let me help you out of those clothes -

Him - Let's do something different, let's go upstairs -

Sharon - what's wrong with here?

Him - I'd just like to make love to you and lay beside you for a change -

Sharon - I see, there's a chaise in the sun room, c'mon -

The sound of them walking away (well - crap!)

Now they were so far away, the recorder only kicked on when their fucking was so loud that it picked it up. There was several of those instances as the intensity of their sex rose and fell and there was one which was especially notable when Sharon was very loud, calling his name and squealing with delight as he responded with hard fucking - I could hear the sounds of their bodies slapping together for what seemed like forever before she begged him to cum in her and had her own noisy orgasm as he did.

Then it dawned on me - Kit! I'll bet that was when Kit was at the back of the house - I'll bet she did see something! I wondered what she would do with that information. Kit had always struck me as pretty conservative, I'm not sure what she would think about her friend fucking some strange guy, much less a black guy.

Except for one trip to the fridge for beer that was the only recording I got until he was leaving. They walked to the door, there was kissing sounds

Him - see you next week?

Her - should be ok - I'll let you know -

More kissing followed by the door opening and closing.

And then all hell broke loose, Kit and the ******* arrived followed by the sound of the pizza delivery. They all gathered at the table and ate. As the meal wound down the ******* were begging to stay up a little longer (it was approaching all of their bedtimes and Kit and Sharon finally relented and allowed for a half hour more and then "the party was over" and Kit and the boys had to go home.

Given a reprieve, the ******* clamored up the stairs to play in one of the girls room, leaving the adults to clean up.

Sharon - so you wanted to talk to me?

Kit - Yeah, can we sit down?

Sharon - Sure you want some more wine?

Kit - that would be nice

Sharon - just leave that, I'll finish picking up later; I'll get the wine and meet you in the living room.

The sound of Sharon walking away and Kit sitting on the couch and then Sharon walking in and of wine being poured.

Kit (in a very hushed voice - it's a good thing that they were very close to the recorder or it would have never picked her up) - We're good friends and can talk about anything right Sharon?

Sharon - sure, what's up? (she sounded a little wary)

Kit - and I don't want you to think I'm being nosy . . . (it didn't sound like she knew quite how to open the conversation)

Sharon - just spit it out Kit, what's up?

Kit - well, this afternoon I went into the back yard to get something out of our storage shed and I heard some really strange sounds coming from your house . . . (another long pause)

Sharon - this time sounding very wary - and?

Kit - well (she stuttered a little), I came over to see if you were in trouble - . . . - (Sharon said nothing), it . . . the sound came from the back of the house so I walked back there . . . and looked in the window of the sunroom . . . and . . . well, you know what I saw . . . and heard . . .

Long silence -

Sharon - I see . . .

Kit - please don't be mad, I'm not condemning you and, for sure, I would never say anything to anyone, but I thought about it all afternoon and I felt I just had to talk to you about it . . . if another of our neighbors overheard, it would be bad, I just felt like you needed to know how easily they might hear - that sun room is just not very sound proof.

Sharon - How long were you there?

Kit - probably too long, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself . . . I mean I know I should have left right away but I just couldn't stop watching . . . Bob and I have watched porno before but it was nothing like this . . . it was . . . it was exciting . . .

Sharon - here -

The sound of more wine being poured

Sharon - were you surprised?

Kit - A little, I mean, I thought that you and Gary had such a solid relationship . . .

Sharon - we do, trust me, we do. If we didn't, I wouldn't dare do what I'm doing.

Kit - I'm confused . . . Does Gary know?

Sharon - not exactly . . . it's complicated, just trust me, I would never do anything that I thought would hurt him or our relationship.

Kit - It's just you really seemed to be into that . . . guy

Sharon - laughing, It was more like he was really into me, both laughing (the wine seemed to be working it's magic)

Sharon - and he was, he did me right and I loved every minute of it, but he's not my husband, he just makes me feel good, I mean real good

Kit - I could tell, I thought about it all afternoon - a lot.

Sharon - have you ever cheated on Bob?

Kit - No - never - I'd be too scared to

Sharon - ever thought about it? With him gone on the road so much, I don't see how you could not

Kit - well, I guess I've thought about it but I've never done anything, I just rely on Buzz to get me by.

Sharon - Buzz?

Kit - Yeah, my vibrator (laughter)

Kit - (after a long pause) - I was wondering, why a black guy?

Sharon (laughing) - I thought you watched

Kit - well I did and I guess what I've always heard is true, he was massive. I've never seen anything like it, I was amazed you could take it all

Sharon - practice, practice, practice (laughter)

Sharon - seriously, there's more to it than that, it's simply amazing - there's nothing like it. I take it you've never had sex with a black man?

Kit - Oh God no, I mean I've heard stories and fantasized a little about it but would never dare, B0b would ******* me. Actually, other than Bob, and Buzz, I'm a virgin (laughter) hell, I'm so gullible I actually believed you just needed some "alone time" - (more laughter)

The sound of more wine being poured (good thing no one was driving) and then the tape ran out . . .
 
Well, I have to admit after hearing Sharon's defense that I felt a little better about the whole thing but I still needed more information about Mitch and I felt like there was more to learn about what was going on.

I could tell by the way the conversation between Sharon and Kit was going that they weren't done talking about this either (I sure wish the tape had not run out). I did resolve to set my recorder up each day for a few days to see if I could catch any after school conversation between them.

As for Mitch, I had an idea about how I might find out more about him. One of the things that we had to do as recruiters was run a local police check on each applicant. Because we did all of us became well-known to the "guys in the basement" at the county court house where we turned in our requests and picked up the results. I had become real good friends with one of the deputies and had even gone fishing with him a couple of times. I was sure he would run the lic. number I had gotten off of Mitchs car for me.

Monday morning I went by the court house and talked to my friend (I told him that the tag number was from a vehicle that had put a minor ding in one of our station cars and that an ID would be helpful for our report to the GSA) he told me he would do it right then and to just hang on for a few, he would be right back.

A few minutes later he returned and said, "good news - bad news". "it's a company car, it belongs to an architectural firm and could be driven by anyone in the company. The only way you'll find out the actual driver is to file a hit and run report and then we would investigate it or ask the company and see if they would give you a name".

I thanked him and told him I would check with the station commander and see if he wanted to pursue it and not to do anything unless I came back and asked for their help - RATS!

After leaving the court house I went back by my house and set up my recorder and then went back to work. I left for lunch early and cruised the parking lot at Mitchs firm and, sure enough, there his car was. I parked in a lot across the street from his office and waited to see if he would come out for lunch. A little after noon he and two other men came out of the building and went down the street where they went into a diner. A few minutes later they came out carrying drinks and sat at some outside tables. They sat and talked and after a sort wait a girl came out carrying food baskets on a tray and served them their lunch. Satisfied that I knew a little more, I went in search of my own lunch.

When I got home I wanted to get the recorder but never had a chance and ended up going to bed without retrieving it.
I realize that the way things were working out, the only way I was going to do an adequate job of listening in on the girls was to get another recorder and switch them out each day. That way I could listen to each days recording and then set the recorder up for the next day; I could switch them in the morning when the house was clear and listen to the previous days recording at my leisure during the day when I was on the road.

The next day a trip to the radio shack solved my problem. I took the new recorder by the house and set it up and retrieved the old recorder. During the day I learned that Kit was not taken aback like I thought she would be and that she wasn't quite as easy to shock as I thought she might be. In fact, she seemed to be intrigued and more than a little interested.

The first thing Sharon did was to sit the ******* down for a snack and when Kit came in, instead of taking her ******* and heading home, they sent them upstairs to play. They cleared the table and then ended up sitting at the dining room table talking.

Sharon - want a glass of white wine?

Kit - maybe a half a glass.

The sound of Sharon getting the wine and returning to the dining room.

Kit - thanks, cheers

The sound of glasses clinking together

Kit - So - do you want me to watch the girls Friday while you have your "alone - time" (she said alone-time with the kind of inflection that was loaded with "double-meanings")

Sharon - I wasn't sure you would be up for it after I mislead you -pause- in fact, I was a little afraid to ask you.

Kit - I wouldn't hold that against you - what were you going to do ask me to cover for you while you had an affair? But now that I know, like I told you, your secret is safe with me.

Sharon - well, if you're sure, I wouldn't mind - are you sure your ok with it?

Kit - It's actually very exciting, I wore Buzz out this weekend, thinking about it, and when Bob got home on Sunday, I moved on to him. He actually asked me what got into me at one point - laughter.

Sound of the phone ringing -

Sharon - Hello - oh Hi, In fact, we can, I was just making arrangements with Kit to watch the girls. Great, I'll talk to you before then - Bye (kissing noise)

Kit - He knows my name?

Sharon - yes, just that your my neighbor and we watch each others *******, nothing else - you don't have to worry he's not going to attack you

Kit - Now that's a thought - laughter

Sharon - I thought about you some this weekend too. I was worried you might be freaking out

Kit - Maybe a little but in a good way too. I trust you and I take your word for it that it's what you say it is - pause - I kind of envy your ability to separate your needs and desires from you and Garys relationship . . .

Sharon - How about your and Bob's relationship and needs? Do you think he ever strays? Or have thoughts of it anyway? I mean, he's on the road 80% of the time - it must be very hard on both of you

Kit - It's temporary. Only, maybe, 2 or three more years and then he'll get a local route, but you're right it is hard. I've asked Bob about his needs and the road and he swears that he doesn't do anything with anyone

Kit - and I don't either, if you don't count Buzz (laughter)

Sharon - but how about what you fantasize about? I'm pretty sure you don't just Buzz yourself without some sex-scene running through your mind . . .

Kit - well . . . that's true, I guess. After Friday, I can tell you what sex-scene was running through my brain when I was Buzzing -

Sharon - How about when you were having sex with Bob?

Pause -

Kit replied so quietly I could barely hear her - "Yeah, then too. All I had to do was close my eyes and there you two were -

About then the ******* came roaring back into the room and that was the end of meaningful conversation for the day . . .
 
slooowhand said:
Well, I have to admit after hearing Sharon's defense that I felt a little better about the whole thing but I still needed more information about Mitch and I felt like there was more to learn about what was going on.

I could tell by the way the conversation between Sharon and Kit was going that they weren't done talking about this either (I sure wish the tape had not run out). I did resolve to set my recorder up each day for a few days to see if I could catch any after school conversation between them.

As for Mitch, I had an idea about how I might find out more about him. One of the things that we had to do as recruiters was run a local police check on each applicant. Because we did all of us became well-known to the "guys in the basement" at the county court house where we turned in our requests and picked up the results. I had become real good friends with one of the deputies and had even gone fishing with him a couple of times. I was sure he would run the lic. number I had gotten off of Mitchs car for me.

Monday morning I went by the court house and talked to my friend (I told him that the tag number was from a vehicle that had put a minor ding in one of our station cars and that an ID would be helpful for our report to the GSA) he told me he would do it right then and to just hang on for a few, he would be right back.

A few minutes later he returned and said, "good news - bad news". "it's a company car, it belongs to an architectural firm and could be driven by anyone in the company. The only way you'll find out the actual driver is to file a hit and run report and then we would investigate it or ask the company and see if they would give you a name".

I thanked him and told him I would check with the station commander and see if he wanted to pursue it and not to do anything unless I came back and asked for their help - RATS!

After leaving the court house I went back by my house and set up my recorder and then went back to work. I left for lunch early and cruised the parking lot at Mitchs firm and, sure enough, there his car was. I parked in a lot across the street from his office and waited to see if he would come out for lunch. A little after noon he and two other men came out of the building and went down the street where they went into a diner. A few minutes later they came out carrying drinks and sat at some outside tables. They sat and talked and after a sort wait a girl came out carrying food baskets on a tray and served them their lunch. Satisfied that I knew a little more, I went in search of my own lunch.

When I got home I wanted to get the recorder but never had a chance and ended up going to bed without retrieving it.
I realize that the way things were working out, the only way I was going to do an adequate job of listening in on the girls was to get another recorder and switch them out each day. That way I could listen to each days recording and then set the recorder up for the next day; I could switch them in the morning when the house was clear and listen to the previous days recording at my leisure during the day when I was on the road.

The next day a trip to the radio shack solved my problem. I took the new recorder by the house and set it up and retrieved the old recorder. During the day I learned that Kit was not taken aback like I thought she would be and that she wasn't quite as easy to shock as I thought she might be. In fact, she seemed to be intrigued and more than a little interested.

The first thing Sharon did was to sit the ******* down for a snack and when Kit came in, instead of taking her ******* and heading home, they sent them upstairs to play. They cleared the table and then ended up sitting at the dining room table talking.

Sharon - want a glass of white wine?

Kit - maybe a half a glass.

The sound of Sharon getting the wine and returning to the dining room.

Kit - thanks, cheers

The sound of glasses clinking together

Kit - So - do you want me to watch the girls Friday while you have your "alone - time" (she said alone-time with the kind of inflection that was loaded with "double-meanings")

Sharon - I wasn't sure you would be up for it after I mislead you -pause- in fact, I was a little afraid to ask you.

Kit - I wouldn't hold that against you - what were you going to do ask me to cover for you while you had an affair? But now that I know, like I told you, your secret is safe with me.

Sharon - well, if you're sure, I wouldn't mind - are you sure your ok with it?

Kit - It's actually very exciting, I wore Buzz out this weekend, thinking about it, and when Bob got home on Sunday, I moved on to him. He actually asked me what got into me at one point - laughter.

Sound of the phone ringing -

Sharon - Hello - oh Hi, In fact, we can, I was just making arrangements with Kit to watch the girls. Great, I'll talk to you before then - Bye (kissing noise)

Kit - He knows my name?

Sharon - yes, just that your my neighbor and we watch each others *******, nothing else - you don't have to worry he's not going to attack you

Kit - Now that's a thought - laughter

Sharon - I thought about you some this weekend too. I was worried you might be freaking out

Kit - Maybe a little but in a good way too. I trust you and I take your word for it that it's what you say it is - pause - I kind of envy your ability to separate your needs and desires from you and Garys relationship . . .

Sharon - How about your and Bob's relationship and needs? Do you think he ever strays? Or have thoughts of it anyway? I mean, he's on the road 80% of the time - it must be very hard on both of you

Kit - It's temporary. Only, maybe, 2 or three more years and then he'll get a local route, but you're right it is hard. I've asked Bob about his needs and the road and he swears that he doesn't do anything with anyone

Kit - and I don't either, if you don't count Buzz (laughter)

Sharon - but how about what you fantasize about? I'm pretty sure you don't just Buzz yourself without some sex-scene running through your mind . . .

Kit - well . . . that's true, I guess. After Friday, I can tell you what sex-scene was running through my brain when I was Buzzing -

Sharon - How about when you were having sex with Bob?

Pause -

Kit replied so quietly I could barely hear her - "Yeah, then too. All I had to do was close my eyes and there you two were -

About then the ******* came roaring back into the room and that was the end of meaningful conversation for the day . . .
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These were some good additions to the tales here on allowing us to peak inside housewifes having those secret conversations on the living room couch about the lifestyle. I thoroughly enjoyed them and keep the tales coming.
 
I won't bore you with a daily report of what I was able to record over the next few days but I will tell you that Sharon and Kit continued to have daily conversations with each other and their conversations became more and more intimate as they shared their secrets and fantasies with one another.

Kit learned about Sharon and my past and even that we had been active swingers in Germany. Sharon and I learned that although Kit was fairly inexperienced and was a virgin when she and Bob had married she did enjoy a pretty varied fantasy life which included bisexual episodes and extra-marital affairs. She also confessed that her masturbation fantasies of late had also included interracial sex. She may not have been cheating on Bob but Kit was definitely one horny lady.

I could tell, by their questions to one another, that Sharon was most intrigued by Kits mention of her fantasies about bisexuality and Kit was most interested in the swinging, although Kits voice always became a little more "throaty" and intense whenever the subject of interracial sex came up; she pretended to not be that interested but I could tell that she was intrigued.

This was encouraging to me as the thought that I might get a chance to get a better look at that tight little body of Kits (preferably under me) at some time in the future. The girls seem to be definitely headed towards a sexual adventure of some kind and I hoped that it might include me.

As often happens, they also compared their love-life with their husbands. Kit claimed an active sex life with Bob but also admitted that she thought at about 5 inches, he was pretty average in size and was not very adventurous (not big on oral sex). She said that she only occasionally had an orgasm. Sharon gave me good marks (thank God) and bragged about the size of my cock and when she talked about my love of oral sex, both receiving and giving, Kit seemed really interested (things were looking better for me - lol).

On Thursday, they began talking about arrangements for the next day (Sharons "alone-time") and when the subject of Mitch came up I heard the best exchange of the week.

Kit - how did you meet Mitch, anyway?

Sharon - he came into my office to pay a bill for his company. We did some work on their building and I had sent them an invoice. The invoice didn't exactly match the work that was done so he brought it in to talk to us. When he came in it was lunchtime and I was the only one in the office so he waited while I dug the file out and found the error and made up a new invoice. I felt like a school girl and we talked the whole time he was here. We were obviously attracted to each other and we flirted the whole time.

Kit - didn't he see your rings?

Sharon - I guess, but I don't think that mattered, when he left I gave him one of the office cards with my name handwritten on the back and told him if there was anything else he needed to call and ask for me.

Kit - Anything? (laughter)

Sharon - He called me a couple of days later to thank me and offered to treat me to lunch for being such a big help. I said yes and the rest, as they say, is history.

Kit - Wow - that seems really bold . . .

Sharon - We both saw something we wanted and we went for it . . . and there have been no regrets.

Kit - If you were that attracted to one another, aren't you afraid that you will get so into each other it will screw up your marriage?
As they say "once you go black . . . (both laughing)

Sharon - this is not the first time I've gone black, so I'm immune (slight pause), kinda (more laughter).

Kit - Oh, I see, so you've slept with other black men?

Sharon - A couple.

Kit - Did Gary know about them?

Sharon - slight pause - yes and no (more laughter)

Kit - So what attracts you so strongly to black men, is it just the size . . .

Sharon - it's more than that, but that doesn't mean that the size is not important. It's a lot of things, size, the taboo factor, the contrast, the confidence most black men have and frankly, most of them really know how to fuck and have the stamina to make you cum and cum . . .

Kit - Stamina, yeah I could use some of that in my life (laughter)

There was a long pause

Kit - It all seems so exciting but for you so easy, how do you learn to "just go for it"?

Pause

Sharon - (in her best intimate whisper) like this, (the sound of movement on the couch followed by kissing sounds and a muffled moan)

Sharon had obviously made a move on Kit (I knew it was just a matter of time - Sharon has always enjoyed her girl on girl time).

There was some moaning/kissing/moving around going on and then in the background the sound of thundering footsteps coming down the stairs -

I could hear the sounds of a rapid disengagement followed by our oldest girls voice asking if they could have something to *******. Sharon told her yes, but not in their room and sent her to bring the rest of the ******* to the dining room.

As our ******* left the room Sharon said, "Sorry Kit . . . but not really. You're so damn sexy, I couldn't resist.

Kit - In a throaty (tension-filled) voice, I'm not sorry either, except for the interruption (quiet-laughter).

Sharon - *******, gotta love them (more laughter). Maybe, soon, we can retreat to my bedroom and talk in private about it . . .

Kit - (in a very small voice) I'd like that - a lot

The sound of the ******* coming down the stairs brought the conversation to an end and I knew that the following week, I was going to have to get my back-up recorder somewhere in our bedroom . . .
 
slooowhand said:
I won't bore you with a daily report of what I was able to record over the next few days but I will tell you that Sharon and Kit continued to have daily conversations with each other and their conversations became more and more intimate as they shared their secrets and fantasies with one another.

Kit learned about Sharon and my past and even that we had been active swingers in Germany. Sharon and I learned that although Kit was fairly inexperienced and was a virgin when she and Bob had married she did enjoy a pretty varied fantasy life which included bisexual episodes and extra-marital affairs. She also confessed that her masturbation fantasies of late had also included interracial sex. She may not have been cheating on Bob but Kit was definitely one horny lady.

I could tell, by their questions to one another, that Sharon was most intrigued by Kits mention of her fantasies about bisexuality and Kit was most interested in the swinging, although Kits voice always became a little more "throaty" and intense whenever the subject of interracial sex came up; she pretended to not be that interested but I could tell that she was intrigued.

This was encouraging to me as the thought that I might get a chance to get a better look at that tight little body of Kits (preferably under me) at some time in the future. The girls seem to be definitely headed towards a sexual adventure of some kind and I hoped that it might include me.

As often happens, they also compared their love-life with their husbands. Kit claimed an active sex life with Bob but also admitted that she thought at about 5 inches, he was pretty average in size and was not very adventurous (not big on oral sex). She said that she only occasionally had an orgasm. Sharon gave me good marks (thank God) and bragged about the size of my cock and when she talked about my love of oral sex, both receiving and giving, Kit seemed really interested (things were looking better for me - lol).

On Thursday, they began talking about arrangements for the next day (Sharons "alone-time") and when the subject of Mitch came up I heard the best exchange of the week.

Kit - how did you meet Mitch, anyway?

Sharon - he came into my office to pay a bill for his company. We did some work on their building and I had sent them an invoice. The invoice didn't exactly match the work that was done so he brought it in to talk to us. When he came in it was lunchtime and I was the only one in the office so he waited while I dug the file out and found the error and made up a new invoice. I felt like a school girl and we talked the whole time he was here. We were obviously attracted to each other and we flirted the whole time.

Kit - didn't he see your rings?

Sharon - I guess, but I don't think that mattered, when he left I gave him one of the office cards with my name handwritten on the back and told him if there was anything else he needed to call and ask for me.

Kit - Anything? (laughter)

Sharon - He called me a couple of days later to thank me and offered to treat me to lunch for being such a big help. I said yes and the rest, as they say, is history.

Kit - Wow - that seems really bold . . .

Sharon - We both saw something we wanted and we went for it . . . and there have been no regrets.

Kit - If you were that attracted to one another, aren't you afraid that you will get so into each other it will screw up your marriage?
As they say "once you go black . . . (both laughing)

Sharon - this is not the first time I've gone black, so I'm immune (slight pause), kinda (more laughter).

Kit - Oh, I see, so you've slept with other black men?

Sharon - A couple.

Kit - Did Gary know about them?

Sharon - slight pause - yes and no (more laughter)

Kit - So what attracts you so strongly to black men, is it just the size . . .

Sharon - it's more than that, but that doesn't mean that the size is not important. It's a lot of things, size, the taboo factor, the contrast, the confidence most black men have and frankly, most of them really know how to fuck and have the stamina to make you cum and cum . . .

Kit - Stamina, yeah I could use some of that in my life (laughter)

There was a long pause

Kit - It all seems so exciting but for you so easy, how do you learn to "just go for it"?

Pause

Sharon - (in her best intimate whisper) like this, (the sound of movement on the couch followed by kissing sounds and a muffled moan)

Sharon had obviously made a move on Kit (I knew it was just a matter of time - Sharon has always enjoyed her girl on girl time).

There was some moaning/kissing/moving around going on and then in the background the sound of thundering footsteps coming down the stairs -

I could hear the sounds of a rapid disengagement followed by our oldest girls voice asking if they could have something to *******. Sharon told her yes, but not in their room and sent her to bring the rest of the ******* to the dining room.

As our ******* left the room Sharon said, "Sorry Kit . . . but not really. You're so damn sexy, I couldn't resist.

Kit - In a throaty (tension-filled) voice, I'm not sorry either, except for the interruption (quiet-laughter).

Sharon - *******, gotta love them (more laughter). Maybe, soon, we can retreat to my bedroom and talk in private about it . . .

Kit - (in a very small voice) I'd like that - a lot

The sound of the ******* coming down the stairs brought the conversation to an end and I knew that the following week, I was going to have to get my back-up recorder somewhere in our bedroom . . .
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Oh man- im not alone in eagerly waiting for the next chapters!
 
I mean this story reeks of bs, there is no way someone can remember exact things from so long ago.

But the sharon character is one of the most vile persons i have ever read about in a long time.
How can someone be like this when they have a baby?

Ugh, gross.
Some of you need help, the fetish has caused you to go mental.
 
cartooncuck said:
I mean this story reeks of bs, there is no way someone can remember exact things from so long ago.

But the sharon character is one of the most vile persons i have ever read about in a long time.
How can someone be like this when they have a baby?

Ugh, gross.
Some of you need help, the fetish has caused you to go mental.
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Your comments are unwanted, umwarranted, and utterly pointless. Please ignore them gracious author!
 
cartooncuck said:
I mean this story reeks of bs, there is no way someone can remember exact things from so long ago.

But the sharon character is one of the most vile persons i have ever read about in a long time.
How can someone be like this when they have a baby?

Ugh, gross.
Some of you need help, the fetish has caused you to go mental.
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Don't you have some dishes or laundry to do, you hateful small penis "lil dick" not quite a man?
 
cartooncuck said:
I mean this story reeks of bs, there is no way someone can remember exact things from so long ago.

But the sharon character is one of the most vile persons i have ever read about in a long time.
How can someone be like this when they have a baby?

Ugh, gross.
Some of you need help, the fetish has caused you to go mental.
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I refrained from commenting right away because I didn’t want to come off as a jerk myself, but go away you pile of crap! Almost all of us appreciate all the work the author has put into sharing his adventurous life with us.

Slooowhand, please disregard this spineless losers uncalled for attack on you masterpiece.
 
Doorcpl said:
I refrained from commenting right away because I didn’t want to come off as a jerk myself, but go away you pile of crap! Almost all of us appreciate all the work the author has put into sharing his adventurous life with us.

Slooowhand, please disregard this spineless losers uncalled for attack on you masterpiece.
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I Find it weird how you all can handle someone else banging your wife, but you CANNOT take criticism.
 
Now, where were we? I hope to continue my story this weekend but before I do I have a couple of reminders/bits of information for those who read what I have written.

#1. As far as I know, nobody is ****** to read this story. If it is not your cup of tea, then simply leave it alone. Obviously, it is not written for you and unwanted comments and negative statements regarding the contents or style are distracting to those who do wish to follow my ramblings about my adventures. This DOES NOT mean that I don't want my loyal followers or those that are simply interested in what I have to say to be silent. I, actually, enjoy hearing from each of you who have decided to join me on this journey and an occasional question, comment or attaboy is more than welcome.

#2. Way back in this tale (the first time someone attacked the matter of it being a "true-story") I addressed this issue. Since not everyone cares to read this from the beginnning, let me share what I said back then. This story is based on true events (I think that is one of the things that makes it interesting to most of my readers, is that the elements of truth do shine through and give it an authenticity that is recognizable by those with the ability to "temporarily suspend disbelief" and accept what they are reading as what the author is intending. Of course, I do not have the kind of total recall to remember word for word what was said 40 + years ago, but I DO have the memory of what happened and the flavors that made up the characters involved and I try to present those actors in an entertaining way that is true to their spirit and personality (including myself). In other words, "Yep - I am guilty of trying to entertain you".

#3. And, lastly, the people and places these adventures depict are changed in such a way so as not to infringe on the privacy of people who are innocent (or not). NO real names are used and I reserve the right (if not the responsibility) to veer away when I feel that the information being provided might reveal too much information and harm someone in any way. I think I do a pretty good job of it and in an effort to check myself, I did have a trusted person read this and give me feedback and she says that if you know me, "this story tracks very well with the truth BUT it really does not give away the true identities of the people involved" (her words, not mine).

So - if you are so inclined, climb aboard and enjoy the ride. If you are not, please catch another ride.

Gary (NOT my real name)
 
© When I returned to the house on Friday morning I decided to set up both recorders (just in case Sharon and Kit retreated to the bedroom before Kit took the ******* and left). After putting one in the usual spot I went into the attic and explored the old vent system.

I discovered that I could put the recorder into the old duct above the Master bedroom and it would record any activity in that room pretty well. There was a slight echo in the recording because in order to keep it out of sight, the recorder had to be pushed back into the duct. It was a little annoying but I could still hear well enough to understand what I was saying as I tested it by walking around the room counting 1 thru 10 over and over.

Satisfied with my set up, I headed out for my normal Friday routine.

When I got home that evening, everyone was in bed asleep. I opened a cold beer and retrieved the downstairs recorder. I sat at the dining room table and plugged my headphones (another new purchase) into the recorder and punched the play button.

There was the usual normal routine of after-school snacks followed by Kit retrieving the ******* and heading out the door shouting back, "have fun" to Sharon as she left (followed by laughter and the door closing). The quiet was interrupted by the knocking on the door.

Sharon opened the door and greeted Mitch in the usual way and they ended up sitting on the couch kissing, drinking beer and talking (mostly about Kit and her new role as "conspirator"). Mitch seemed more than a little interested in Kit and asked several questions about her, such as age and appearance.

Finally, Sharon said, "enough about my hot neighbor. It's time you paid me some attention". (laughter)

Mitch - I'm paying attention girl (followed by loud kissing noises)

Sharon - (moaning) that's more like it

There was several minutes of couch sounds, rustling of clothes and wet kissing.

Mitch - Baby, that feels so good, you got talent girl, now climb up on this cock and go for a ride.

Sharon - C-mon, one of your dreams is about to come true

There was couch sounds followed by the sound of them going up the stairs and into the Master bedroom -

Damn! I was sure glad that I had put that other recorder up there but there was no way I could get at it until tomorrow and even that was a maybe.
 
The next morning, Sharon announced at breakfast, that she was taking the girls clothes shopping before they did the grocery shopping and ran errands and that I would probably be better off following my own pursuits - PERFECT!

After they had left the house, I scooted up to the attic and retrieved the other recorder. I carried it back to the bedroom, sat on the bed and pressed the play button.

It had actually picked up the sounds of Mitch arriving downstairs but then went silent until Sharon and Mitch entered the bedroom.

Mitch - so this is the off-limits bedroom

Sharon - don't be a smart ass

The sound of them climbing onto the bed and kissing sounds

Mitch - why now?

Sharon - I'm told that we're too noisy for the downstairs, besides why not be more comfortable? Now are you gonna talk about it or are you gonna fuck me?

And fuck her, he did! For the next two hours I listened as Sharon was thoroughly fucked and had orgasm after orgasm. At one time it sounded like he was trying to drive her head through the headboard as he rammed her so hard the bed rhythmically banged against the wall while Sharon chanted Fuck me over and over followed by her voice sliding up an octave as she screamed out I'm cumming, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Meanwhile I lay on the very site of this epic fuck and masturbated to the sounds of my wife getting what sounded like the fuck of her life.

Every time I would think they were done they would be quiet for awhile and then begin again. It seemed as though they could not get enough of each other and I resolved that I would not hold off having a "car-talk" with Sharon for very much longer.

The recorder ran out of tape before they ran out of steam; when there was nothing left on the tape I got off the bed and checked the mattress - sure enough it had been flipped and when I ran my hand between the box spring and mattress, it was damp. I went to the utility room and dug in the hamper and, sure enough, I found the sheets, still damp and messy from their lovemaking stuffed into the bottom of the dirty clothes.

As I was finishing my "investigation" there was a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it and who would be standing there but - RON!
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to be continued . . .
 
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