I lost my cherry to some skanky girl at school that was free and easy with her body. I was almost fifteen and thought that I had become a man. I was a rogue, a cad and a bounder, I lived by the love em then leave em adage. Over the coming years I had plenty of girls and all of them including girlfriends all left me. Not just them but as I got older, wife one and then wife two also left me. It was all down to getting caught with other girls and women.
By the age of thirty-four I was on wife number three. I still hadn’t changed, and besides Debbie my wife, I was shagging a woman from work and anything else that had a pussy and was willing. That’s when Debbie walked in on me. I was between some woman’s legs giving her a good sucking. I hadn’t expected Debbie home for at least another two hours. Debbie slammed the door as she left the room making her feelings known.
The woman, whose name I had never learnt, dressed and rushed off leaving me to face Debbie. I was surprised that although Debbie looked annoyed, she wasn’t screaming and yelling at me, and she wasn’t crying. Instead, calmly in a soft shaky voice, she just said that I would be sorry and what was best for the goose. Then she went to our bedroom and stripped the bed and threw all the bedding in the washing machine before remaking the bed.
Later when I went to go to bed, Debbie made it clear that I wasn’t welcome in the same bed as her. I lay in the spare bed wondering how much it was going to cost me and wondered if I should start looking for somewhere else to live. For the first time I started to wonder if it was worth going down on that woman, or any other for that matter.
Next morning Debbie was up dressed and ready for work. She even gave me a quick peck on the cheek before she left for work. I wondered was it all over and ok as I went off to my own work. Later when I arrived home there was a rusty old car on my driveway, and I had to park in the road. I was a bit befuddled as to who it could be. On entering the house there was nobody else downstairs. I made my way upstairs. Then I heard it.
Debbie let out a loud groan. I recognised that groan as one of a woman having a good time and possibly an orgasm and that woman was my Debbie. I stood outside the door wondering if I should go in. Before that decision was made a skinny lad, no more than twenty years old, opened the door and walked along the landing to the bathroom in front of me. He peed for several minutes before returning to the bedroom as if I wasn’t there, and just before he closed the door, I saw my naked Debbie laid out on the bed.
A few minuets later Debbie was groaning again as the bed springs creaked again and their bodies made slapping sounds as the cad fucked my wife knowing I was outside the bedroom door. The lad had stamina and it felt like hours that they were going hard at it. Then after very loud groans from both of them the house fell quiet. By this time, I was sat on the top of the stairs shocked and stunned and wondering what the hell I should do.
A few minutes later Debbie, still naked, came out of the bedroom and made the same trip to the bathroom. She returned and just before going back into the bedroom she muttered, “Good for the goose,” Just before the door closed again with Debbie going back to her lover. I just sat there feeling like she had stuck a dagger in my heart. I heard giggling for several minutes then a lot of movement, but it didn’t sound as if they were making out again. Then the two of them came out fully dressed and asked me to move so they could get down the stairs.
I moved. At the door Debbie was thanking this lad and then kissing him right there in front of me and the whippersnapper was groping her tits and her arse as they kissed and then he was all but pushed out of the house as Debbie untangled herself from him. Debbie went off to the kitchen humming and singing to herself. It was clear that she was very happy and here was me feeling broken and wounded.
We didn’t talk about it. Come bedtime Debbie again made it clear that her bed was not for sharing with me. I was feeling lonely and dejected as I lay in the cold spare bed again. The next day Debbie was still singing to herself and looking radiant as she prepared to go off to work. I couldn’t face work, but knew I had to go, so I dragged myself off anyway.
That night was almost a rerun from the previous evening. When I got home, I could hear Debbie moaning and groaning as someone made love to her. I decided that I would batter that lad when he came out. Imagine my shock when it wasn’t the lad that finally came out of our bedroom, but a man much the same age as me, and much better ripped than me. I could see that he had left lots of love bites on my wife as she was still naked as she walked him downstairs to the front door where she wrapped herself on him as they kissed their goodbyes. Debbie stood naked behind the door as he left.
She returned to the bedroom singing to herself again. She came out about twenty minutes later and went to the kitchen. As she passed me, she repeated, “Good for the goose.” I asked her what she meant, and she told me that if I wanted to screw around, she could, and would do the same. She also told me that she knew of other times that I had cheated, and she had a lot of catching up to do.
Later that week she allowed me to finally return to our bed, although she refused to let me touch her telling me that to her knowledge, she had seven more shags before we were even. If she knew the full truth it was many more than that. Due to her job Debbie met very many people in the course of a day, and made it clear that she intended to find men and catch up on my infidelities. Over the next few weeks Debbie found and slept with more than the seven men that she had talked about.
Debbie slept with a total of twelve men before she finally allowed me to touch her again and make love to her. As I fucked her, I had all of Debbie’s groans rattling around my head along with the grunts of her partners as they used my wife. I struggled to make love to her and was relieved when I had finally come in her. As we lay resting Debbie told me that if I wanted to continue to sleep around it was ok, but she would be free to do the same. Now I understood, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. Debbie even suggested wife swapping if I wanted other women. That way she would get her just deserts at the same time.
We tried it a few times but somehow listening to Debbie having such a good time with other men put me off my stroke and the second time I couldn’t even get hard. The woman I was with was quite lovely and before all this would have been more than happy to fuck the hell out of her. I had to tell her it was my fault and that she was lovely. The woman’s husband gave Debbie a hell of a good fucking from what we heard.
That night at home I had sloppy seconds. Debbie was quite proud that she had brought home a belly full of another man’s cum in her pussy. I have to admit that whilst jealous I was also aroused and excited as I fingered then fucked Debbie. Then it was my birthday and as a surprise Debbie had found one of my old lovers and had her dress up, or should I say dress down in the smallest nighty I have ever seen. I couldn’t believe that Debbie had arranged for me to fuck another woman, let alone a previous lover. I expected her to suddenly produce another man and fuck him in front of us, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched me make love to Jackie and afterwards snuggled up with me as Jackie dress and then left.
After that night we went back to fucking separate people again. In fact, it was Debbie that led us forward as she found and fucked many more men than I could women. I got used to and enjoyed getting sloppy seconds after each man. I was no longer resentful or hurt by Debbie fucking other men, in fact I got to enjoying it and as time passed, I was less and less interested in finding other women.
Since lockdown Debbie has slept with probably somewhere in the order of a hundred other men. As for me I am owed about eighty-five fucks, but I have little interest in pursuing my claim. Instead, I have grown happy with sloppy seconds and watching Debbie with whoever she wants before making love to her afterwards. To say that the tables have turned is an understatement, but I just love the way Debbie now looks after me.
