Spitting Angry or Splitting Angry by Amourbkqueen

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Spitting Angry or Splitting Angry

What a difference a single letter makes

Edward Reiman

It's funny how a trivial matter can grow into something a lot bigger, a whole lot bigger.

My wife always has a lot of honeydew's for me. I was eating breakfast Saturday morning and my wife was telling me all about the kitchen faucet leak. Patty is a wonderful woman but when she gets a bee in her bonnet, look out. Her diatribe was interrupted by my phone going off. It was Hank, a guy I've known since high school. We're friends but not the closest, still we entertain each other at our homes at parties and backyard barbeques, and so forth. Hank had a last minute cancellation in his regular golf foursome and he asked me to fill in. It was a nine o'clock tea time so I would have to rush to make it. I gobbled down my last bits of breakfast, and said, "Sorry, Hun, Hank had a last minute cancellation and needs a fourth for his Saturday morning golf game."

Uh-oh. This set her off. She asked in an angry manner, "So, you're going to skip out on my leaky faucet and the other things that are important to me, are you?"

It didn't seem to calm her down any when I asked, "Sweetheart, don't you know the home improvement stores are open on Sunday, also?"

She retorted, "You've been putting this off for weeks. I'm sick and tired of hearing the damned thing drip."

I should have know better than to joke about her anger, but I asked her, "Are you spitting mad or splitting mad?"

Clearly it was the wrong thing to say, because her response was, "There's something else between those two!"

By now, we were in the master bedroom and I was pulling my golfing clothes out and putting them on the bed. I know you're not supposed to ask questions that you don't want the answer to, but I asked, "Oh, what's that?"

As I pulled my pants on, she answered, "That's cheating mad!"

I inquired, "Do you really mean that?"

She spit out her response, "When you get home drunk after four, I won't be here. I'll be at the mall, buying something sexy to wear when my friends and I go clubbing. You won't see it until I get back tomorrow morning, after I've cheated all night."

As I walked into the garage to sling my clubs into my car and head for the club, I did have the good sense to say, "I hope you won't do that. That would be a threat to our relationship far worse than some fucking leaky faucet!"

She gave a sardonic, half-smile, "You'll see. The only way you can stop this train is to fix the faucet before you play any games with your friends."

Just before backing out of the garage I told her, "I've already committed to my friends. Please don't do something that harms our marriage!"

She replied, "You're the one driving away!"

Patty was the love of my life. She was the prettiest girl I ever dated. Her 35D boobs were the stuff of wet dreams. When she walked a across campus her tawny brown hair, hazel eyes and model-type figure attracted the attention of every male within eyesight and many females as well. We wed just after graduation and settled into a suburban lifestyle. By our seventh year we had three children and a wonderful life style. If I had a complaint, it was only that when she didn't get her way, she could be a hellcat, sometimes for hours, if not days. Nevertheless, I loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her as my friend, lover, wife, and the mother of my children.

After a leisurely round of golf, the four of us liked to go to a barbeque joint where over fantastic barbeque and cold beer, we would regale each other with tales of our accomplishments both real and imagined. Since I was the fifth of a regular foursome, we stayed later than usual and it was five o'clock by the time I got home to no kiss, no loving smile, no dinner, no wife. There was a note on the table. I took the children to your parents' house. You need to pick them up by ten in the morning. Either she was indeed cheating mad or she was yanking my chain. I hoped it was the latter but I didn't really believe that was the case. It just didn't seem to me like a fucking leaky faucet was worth blowing up our marriage.

I texted her, "I'm home. Where are you?"

Almost immediately, she responded by text, "Late as usual. MY friends and I are on our second round. It's already looking like we picked a place with lots of horny men. Don't forget to pick up the kids in the morning."

I texted back, "What the fuck, Patty? It's only a goddamn leaky faucet. When are you coming home?"

Nothing. The bitch was really getting under my skin now. I was sober now. All the goddamn faucet needed was a washer. I checked my spares in the garage. Bingo, I had a washer that fit. I tightened the faucet back up, turned the water cut-off back on, and checked it out. It worked perfectly. It took less than thirty minutes start to finish. I wouldn't have had time to fix it and make my tee time this morning but it was fixed now.

I texted again, "Faucet fixed. Please don't do something we both will regret."

She replied, "Too little, too late, motherfucker. We're on our third round, and the crop of studs is looking even better."

This was language she ordinarily would never use. Maybe I should have stayed home this morning. No, that was not right. She was making a mountain out of a mole hill.

I texted, "Where are you, Patty?"

When she didn't reply for fifteen or twenty minutes, I went for a find your phone app. It should have worked unless she had her phone turned off. It didn't work so she must have turned her phone off.

Patricia Grimes

I met Eddie in college. I knew almost from the start that this was the guy. We soon were exclusive. Then we lived together. After we graduated, we got married and moved into a suburban home. In a few years, the children started coming. At seven years and three kiddos, we decided that three was enough. Eddie was a good looking guy with a warm baritone voice that I could listen to for hours. He definitely wasn't the greatest lover when we started, but with a little coaching, he got better, a lot better. Sometimes, I had to tell him, "Enough already!" He got to where he could literally wear me out with his sensitive love making and incredible orgasmic control. The only thing wrong with him was that he put off dealing with the little things that irritated me.

The kitchen faucet had been leaking for weeks. Every Saturday there was something more important. Finally, one Saturday morning, the decks were cleared and the leaky kitchen faucet was at the top of both of our lists. He got a call from a golfing buddy to join a Saturday morning foursome that I knew always ended up with the golfers three sheets in the wind when they staggered home Saturday evening. I admit I saw red. He added fuel to the flame by asking me if I was spitting mad or splitting mad. Then it hit me. I would teach him a lesson. I told him I was cheating mad.

That afternoon, my girlfriends Kate and Sue helped me pick out a very sexy cocktail dress. It was a knit bodycon mini that left little to the imagination. I tried it on at the store and it fit like a glove. I put my underwear and sun dress in the store-provided bag and told them I would wear it. Fortunately my purse and shoes matched. I was already feeling very sexy as the three of us went out for an early dinner.

Afterward, we went to a bar that was known for upscale stud hookups. By the third round, two guys were showing interest in the three of us. Eddie was sending me texts but after I replied to two of them I turned my phone off because I didn't want to be distracted from the pussy hounds chatting us up. Two birds in the hand are better than one in the bush,' right?

After the fourth round and several dances, Kate and Sue got cold feet and headed home to their significant others. I had been exclusive with Eddie since college but that wasn't forever, right. It had been a long, long time since I had been with two guys at the same time - too long! The guy's names were Jacky and Don. We decided to take our sixth round to go and headed for Jacky's place. We decided we needed some hot tub time. Jacky explained that swimsuits were not commonly used in his private hot tub. When in Rome,... I left my dress and shoes beside the hot tub and took my place between them. I occasionally sipped my beer between kissing them. They alternated sucking my tongue with sucking my tits. I was about to explode with arousal. I told Jacky I needed to pee.

He directed me to the en suite bath in his master bedroom. I would have liked to really impress them by strutting out of the bathroom in the nude, but they had already seen everything I had and anyway, my dress had been left near the hot tub. I walked out. Jacky had stripped the bed of upper bed clothes and was lying in the middle of the bed with seven or eight inches of feminine delight pointed toward the ceiling. Don was standing by the bed with a nearly equal endowment sticking out at ninety degrees. I laid down beside Jacky and we began making out, fondling each other's privates. Climbing on top of Jacky and impaling myself seemed like the thing to do and so I did exactly that. I might have been drunk but I loved the feeling of that gorgeous manhood sliding into me I felt the deliciousness of full arousal throughout my entire body but especially in my boobs and cunt. My kitty just loved the feeling of cock sliding in and out. I could feel my toes curling as it felt like my clitoris and nipples were about to split open with their engorgement. I couldn't remember ever being so completely and utterly aroused. I begin moaning and groaning. I think I began speaking in tongues, I was so filled to overflowing with lust and desire. I increased the tempo of my thrusting myself onto Jacky's manhood until suddenly I did explode with a fantastic, convulsive, climax. I hunched my way through what must have been close to a minute of sheer ecstasy.

Jacky commented, "Wow, I think you needed that!"

Between pants, I managed to groan out, "I did," as I felt compelled to resume my banging myself against his pelvis. I was out of control as I drove myself harder and harder upon his hardened masculinity. Oh God! Did I love his cock or what! I continued stroke after stroke increasing the speed and depth and taking myself higher and higher until I again felt the sweet pangs of erotic pleasure as I came again in a second massive orgasm.

Jacky instructed me to get on my hands and knees, and so I did. Oh, sweet Jesus. I could not remember anything so divine as having that wonderful instrument of pleasure pushed inside my soaking wet love canal. Nothing existed except the intense delights of his repeated strokes into my ready vagi. There might be something better than this, but I had never experienced it. Soon, I was exploding again as I came mightily amidst my body shaking ecstasy. As I tried to regain my composure and my breath, I thought, and still the bastard hasn't come.

He resumed pounding my butt and as before I could feel my arousal and desire growing with every thrust of his rod of joy into my waiting sheath of pleasure. Oh God! I was about to cum again when I felt the tell-tale spurts of baby juice against my vaginal walls. Oh no! Oh fuck! My entire body vibrated with the intensity of another magnificent orgasm. When the spasms finally lessened. I told Jacky, "Ohmigod, that was so good!"

He merely said, "I thought so," as he withdrew. Then I realized Don was expecting a similar performance from me. I couldn't say no as he had patiently waited through the twenty or thirty minutes of Jacky fucking my brains out.

We started off in the missionary position but as soon as I felt his dick sliding against my already sensitized internal tissues it was as if no single beat had been missed. Almost involuntarily I clasped his waist with my legs and his shoulders with my arms. All I wanted was for him not to stop as his thrusts gradually increased in both tempo and intensity. It was mere minutes until I was screaming in ecstasy again as my hips bucked in the thrill of climax. I had never been fucked like this. I knew I would remember it for a long time. Don resumed pounding my pubis and my enjoyment had not lessened one iota. It was a pity that men could never experience the immense pleasure that a woman has with a thorough fucking. Fortunately, that was not my problem, as I did my best to intensify the pleasure of his rod continually violating my most private parts. Again, I was almost surprised by the immense joy of another pleasure-filled orgasm as my entire body spasmed repeatedly.

Don asked me to roll over into a prone position and I did. He straddled my legs and penetrated me from the rear, pulling my head back by my hair forcing to arch my back which only served to intensify my pleasure as he banged me to two more orgasms in the flatiron position. Soon he joined me in mutual orgasm as he ejaculated my soaking wet pussy full of his semen. All I could do is lay there flat on the bed totally exhausted, totally satiated, but still being able to enjoy the after glow of a completely thorough fucking.

After a few minutes of recovery Jacky served the three of us a round of beers. We chatted mostly nonsense, including what a good job my two studs had done of totally fucking me up. Still, it was an enjoyable shared moment.

I then found out what my next experience was to be as Jacky handed Don a tube of lubricant and rolled me over to facilitate having my ass lubed up. I had been anally fucked before. My new experience, however, was to be double penetrated. What can I say, in for a dime, in for a dollar. I climbed aboard Jacky's supine body impaling my pussy on his fully erect manhood, followed in short order by Don penetrating my ass. I had never experienced anything like this before. It seemed like I came on every other stroke. This was pussy nirvana that I had never experienced before. I soon lost track of my orgasms. I think I was relieved when they finally came almost together. We all fell asleep together in a single pile of exhausted protoplasm.

The last experience was repeated in the early morning hours with the only major difference being that Don was in my pussy and Jacky in my ass.

After we slept again, Jacky fixed us a nice breakfast of waffles with strawberries and whipped cream with bacon and OJ on the side. Then the sons of bitches decided to share my pussy. This was another new experience for me. I didn't think my poor kitty could take two cocks at once, but somehow the two of us survived. I don't know if it was better than classical double penetration, but it was good enough that I could care less about the difference.

Afterward I retrieved my dress from the hot tub area and did my best to make myself presentable. Jacky drove us back to the club parking lot. I kissed both guys goodbye and we exchanged phone numbers just in case. It was time to go home and face the music.

As I walked in the door a little after noon, I received a disapproving look from my husband. I greeted him with, "Thanks for fixing the faucet!"

He replied, "We need to talk!"

I agreed, "I know, but it will have to wait until I have rested!"

He responded, "Whatever!"

Eddie

The next morning I woke up alone. The bitch actually did it. I hoped that she had slept over with one of her girlfriends but I couldn't make myself believe that. I checked my phone but there was nothing from her. It was a long drive to my parents. Mom asked me, "Where's Patty?"

I just said, "We're having some issues."

It was after twelve when she finally dragged herself home. No apologies or anything except thanks for fixing the faucet and I'm too tired to talk. I gathered up the children and took them to Patty's parents' home. I told them we were having some issues and needed some alone time. I said if I didn't come back before ten I would come in the morning in time to take them to school on time. I brought changes of clothing just in case.

I went home and waited for the woman who had been the girl of my dreams to wake up and start talking.

Patty

I marched on into the master bath. I peed and showered and went to bed nude. I woke up around four and made myself up. I was ready to have the talk.

Eddie told me, "I took the children to your parents because I don't think they needed to hear the discussion we need to have. What do you have to say?"

I spoke, coldly, "I'm sure you want to know. I went with two guys and spent most of the night fucking them. I still love you, but right now my pussy is too sore for you to reclaim me!"

He said, "That is certainly in your face! How do you know I want to reclaim you?"

I admitted, "I guess that is an assumption on my part. I didn't think you would fall out of love with me in one night!"

He said, "Maybe I haven't fallen out of love with you, but last night really hurt me. Your behavior really hurt me."

I told him, "I meant to hurt you. Not enough to destroy our relationship, but enough for you to know your constantly putting me off hurts me. Makes me feel like less of a person."

He replied, "I don't think a leaky faucet is of the same order of magnitude as an overnight bacchanalia or orgy."

I confessed, "I was pretty drunk as well as being thoroughly fucked."

I had a sudden insight and inquired, "Are you recording this?"

He responded, "Yes, I think it will be helpful."

I asked, "In what way?"

He told me, "In several ways, if we go the divorce route, or if we go through counseling, or if we just need to remind ourselves of what was said."

I told him, "If we're going the divorce way, I think we're finished here. Let me remind you, I didn't give you permission to record."

He backtracked a little, "I'm not ready to write you off, but I never want to go through another twenty-four hours like the last twenty-four."

I explained, "I'm not trying to apologize, but I have to admit that I did go a little too far, as you said, in the last twenty-four hours."

He replied, "A little too far?"

I admitted, "What I intended was a little too far. What actually happened was a lot too far. I guess I do need to apologize for that. Babes, I'm sorry. I want your forgiveness, but my concern now, is do you still love me?"

At last she seemed to realize how over the top she had gone. I let the pause drag out, then spoke from my heart, "Yes, I still love you. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. But what you did really hurt me bad. I'm sorry my procrastination hurt you. I never intended that, but sweetheart, I don't think I could ever go through another night like last night or a day like today again."

She told me, "I can see now that I did go a bit overboard, well, more than a bit! I thoroughly enjoyed being thoroughly fucked last night, but I know now I would have been happier if I had been with you instead of them. What I did was stupid as well as hurtful to the only man I love. I'm sorry, darling. I'm really sorry. I know I hurt you far more than I intended or was fair to you. It was a mountain versus a mole hill. Do you want to work with me to get us off the mountain or at least on the same side?"

He thought a minute, then it hurt me to see a tear on his cheek, "Patty, I think it's going to take us a while to get off the mountain, but I think we're on the same side of that mountain or at least very close."

I embraced him and he didn't resist, "I'm so sorry, baby. I so much want to be with you and not ever again hurt you."

Spitting Angry or Splitting Angry

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