Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 85

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It took me about a day to realize that I had fucked up big time. Helen and I had been sweethearts since the third grade and we carried our relationship all the way through college before finally getting married and settling down for ten years of a very good marriage. How could I have let that all go down the drain? I had loved her - no, make that I loved her -and now she was gone. The thought of not having her around for the rest of my life was something that I did not want to contemplate, but what was I going to do? Even if I got her back would I ever be able to get those three men out of my mind? For that matter, could she? But I couldn't do anything until I heard from her.

The next two weeks drug slowly by with no word from her. After the first week I went back to work and tried to lose myself in my new duties and every night I would come home hoping to find something from Helen that would tell me where to find her. I called her parents, her brother and sister, her friends and anyone else I could think of who might know where she was, but no could, or would, tell me where I could find her. Finally I received a letter telling me that I could address all correspondence to her to a post office box. I found out which post office had that particular box and then I took a couple of days off work and camped outside of it. I sat there for two days before seeing Helen walk in. I got out of my car and followed her inside and I walked up and was standing behind her when she opened the box.

"You won't find any divorce papers in there if that's what you are looking for."

She turned, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I find it hard to talk to you unless I'm either where you are or on the phone. Since you haven't given me a phone number I had to come here."

She said, "We don't have anything to talk about Bruce."

"I think we do. I've apparently fucked up our marriage and now I need to go about repairing the damage."

Helen shook her head, "It's too late for that Bruce. Too many things have happened in the last several months, things that can't be undone."

"Can't we at least talk about them?"

She stared at me for a moment or two and then said, "We can talk, but you won't like hearing anything that I have to say, but if you want to subject yourself to the pain we can talk."

We went across the street to a lounge, ordered drinks and then I said, "What do I have to do to make it right?"

She gave me a rueful grin and said, "You have to become Superman."

"What does that mean, become Superman?"

"It means that the only way you can get me back is to have the stamina of a Superman - you need to be able to fuck me most of the day and night."

I just stared at her. "Well" she said, "You wanted to know."

I just shook my head and asked her to explain.

"It's simple. I've found out that I love to fuck and I like to fuck a lot. I've also found out that no one man can satisfy me anymore. You know where I'm living now? I'm living with two of the guys that were fucking me when you came home that day. Two of them Bruce, and they can't keep up with me. On any given night they have anywhere from two to five friends over to try and keep me happy. That's right Bruce, I get gangbanged almost every night of the week."

She saw the expression on my face and reached out a hand and put it on mine. "It's both your fault and not your fault Bruce. It's not your fault that I am the way I am, but it is your fault that I found out about myself." I must have looked confused because she went on, "The way it happened was that you were supposed to take me to Barb's birthday party, but it was one of the many things that you forgot about or couldn't be bothered with when you went on your quest to become an important executive. I'd already spent two months being ignored and so I went to the party by myself. I had a bit too much to drink and was feeling real sorry for myself and a guy hit on me and I let him pick me up. He fucked me in Barb's driveway on the back seat of his car and we ended up at his apartment. He fucked me damn near all night and when the morning rolled around I was still horny, but he couldn't get it up any more.

"If I had got up and gone right then we might have been all right, but I didn't. I stayed and kept trying to get him back up and while I was trying a couple of his buddies came over. He was supposed to play a pick up game of basketball with them and they had come by to get him. I was still trying to get his cock hard when they came into the room and watched. One of them said, "If he can't help you, I can" and he pulled his cock out of his pants and offered it to me. I took it and they never did get to play ball that day. The four of them fucked me the rest of the day and all night and after that I was hooked.

I can't get enough anymore Bruce and you know what the worst part was, at least for me? I left the house for Barb's party at five Friday afternoon and I didn't get home until nine-thirty Sunday night and you never even knew I was gone. Three days later I went over to Brad's place and he and four of his friends fucked me almost steady for four days and once again I came home to find out that you never even missed me. That's how much I meant to you Bruce. I was so important to you that I could be gone for days on end and you never even noticed. One night I brought Brad home and fucked him in our bedroom with you working just down the hall. I did it to prove to myself that you really didn't give a shit about me. You know how vocal I get during sex, how could you not have heard me? I wanted you to hear. I wanted you to come busting in the room. You were only one door down the hall and still you ignored me. Now you have your executive position and you think that we can all go back to normal, go back to the way we were, but we can't. I'm a cock hungry slut now baby and there just isn't anything that you can do for me."

"Do any of those guys love you?"

"They love my pussy, my mouth, my ass and they love it that they can have me whenever they want, but love me? No, I don't think so."

"Well I do. I didn't realize how much until you walked out the door."

"It might surprise you to know that I still love you baby, but like I said, I'm a cock hungry slut now and you can't help me." I stared at her in silence for several moments and then I said, "Maybe I can."

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Sometimes it is a little hard to concentrate on the work I bring home to do in my home office, what with all the noise coming from down the hall, but we have an agreement that so far seems to be working. Helen will get rid of her lovers by seven in the evening and then she is all mine until I leave for work the next morning. For my part I ignore what goes on from the time I leave until seven. I suppose that I could wait until after seven to come home from work, but it seems that I can't wait to get to Helen after her lovers are gone. I'm drawn to that cum filled cunt like a bear to honey and I just can't seem to be able to get enough of her anymore. I'm fucking her more now than ever before and that's even taking into account our sex crazy days after we were married. Helen said I would have to be a Superman to stay with her and Superman I'm not, but just the other day she called me SuperBruce. I don't know if that means I'm gaining on him or not, but I'm damn sure trying.

To Be Continued...