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"Aiko's Awakening"  Part 2 of ???


I froze.  Without thinking, and without knowing why I was doing what I was
doing I kicked the box of tissues under the desk where they wouldn't be seen
and scrambled into bed.  I looked over at the nightstand and spotted the
history book that I had been very slowly working my through over the past
month or so.  Quickly placing it on the floor I rolled over on my side and
stuffed the soiled tissues I was still gripping into the pillowcase where,
hopefully, they would not be noticed.  I closed my eyes and once again
feigned sleep when I heard my wife--who had apparently needed some time
herself to get cleaned up, crack open the door.

"Joe?" She almost whispered my name.  Her voice shivered with nervousness and
fear.  Obviously she was afraid that her wild fuck had awakened me.  I don't
know why, but I felt compelled to hide my knowledge of what had happened.  I
know its stupid, but I was embarrassed, ashamed.  As if *I* had done
something wrong.  Also I was afraid.  I was not ready to lose my wife, I had
to think things through before I confronted her.  I didn't know what the fuck
to do.

She took a couple steps further into the room, slipping through the barely
opened door--as if she didn't want me to see what was in the living room, or
as if she didn't want too much light to reveal her undoubtedly dishevelled
state.	"Joe, are you awake?" she said again, a little louder this time, the
quiver in her voice painful for me to hear.  She was shaken, there was no
doubt.	I pretended that she had awaken me.

"Mmph... Huh?  What is it?"  I sat up, my eyes squinting, feigning
disorientation. "What was that noise?  I heard a noise." "Noise?  What
noise?" Again I pretended to be confused and looked around the room.  I
"chanced" to notice the book lying on the floor next to the table.  "Oh, I
must've knocked the book over, I don't know."

She sighed a long, quiet sigh.	So quiet that it was really more felt and
seen than it was heard.  Every second of that sigh was a knife being twisted
in my heart.  She thought that she had escaped.  There was no remorse,
penitence; it was a sigh of relief--nothing more.

"Y-you coming to bed now?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat.

Thinking that I had been asleep the whole time, there was no longer any trace
of that fear or shame in her voice.  Instead she spoke with great confidence,
a self-assurance that I had never heard before crept into her voice.  "No,
I'm going to sit up a little longer, maybe take a shower before going to bed.
 I'll be in soon.  Go back to sleep."  The danger, now that it had passed,
had given her even greater confidence.	Obviously she was not the slightest
bit troubled by the moral aspects of her behavior.  The only thing she seemed
to fear was being caught, the fact that she had betrayed me and our wedding
vows, our seven years together--none of that seemed to matter at all to her.
My stomach clenched up as a wave of loathing and sadness racked my body. 
But, no sooner did she sneak back out and close the door with a muffled click
than were these feelings replaced by mental images of Dave waving his thick,
bulbous cock in my wife's face, her mouth agape as he sprayed her, coating
her with his cum.  I felt my dick harden again.  What the fuck was going on?

Not thinking about the risk (why should I be thinking about risks?) I snuck
back to the grating.  I knew before I left the bed that I was not going to
see anything that would comfort me, but I had to look all the same.  Sure
enough my wife had settled on the couch next to Dave.  They were both still
clothed--this gave me some slight relief--and were wearing profoundly
satisfied expressions on their faces.  The sound of the Tonight Show or David
Letterman or something came from the TV.  Figuring that they had probably
been scared off of any further action this evening I was about to stand up
and make my way back to bed when I noticed that they were holding hands.

I know this is going to sound really odd, but the sight of their holding
hands was more painful to me than anything and everything else I had
witnessed that evening.  Aiko's delicate, white fingers were engulfed in
Dave's large, unpleasantly hairy hand.	His thick thumb stroked the back of
her hand as they sat there, wordlessly, enjoying the feel of each other's
flesh.

I didn't want to see anything else that night.	It took me a long time to get
to sleep, as you might expect. I saw my life falling apart before my very
eyes.  The dreams I had of us as a happy family, kids, house, dog, all that
shit was down the toilet now.  Strangely I didn't hate her, though.  I was
just sad, profoundly sad.  At some point, I don't know when, the alcohol in
my system took over and I fell asleep.	I didn't hear Aiko take a shower or
come into bed, I slept straight through till about eight or so when my
bladder woke me.  Rolling over I saw Aiko next to me, her face peaceful in
her slumber.  It took a few seconds for the events of last night to return to
me, but my mind shuddered from the impact when they did.

Like a detective looking for evidence I lifted the blanket and sheets from
Aiko's body.  She was lying on her side, facing away from me, and was
completely nude. This was not a normal practice for her. In fact, I think the
only times she slept nude before were when we had gotten drunk, fucked and
fell asleep as we were.  I suppose this time was no exception either, only it
wasn't me who she had fucked. I looked over at her brown, inverted nipples.
Maybe the size of a quarter they looked like they might melt in your mouth.
I could see slight scratches around her tits, no doubt from Dave's energetic
kneading the night before.  I slid down the bed a little further.  Because of
how she was sleeping her ass was sticking out towards me.  I slid down in the
bed until my face was level with her ass.  I lifted my side of the blanket
slightly so I could see.  Her ass has always been my favorite part of her
body. The temptation to kiss it, tongue the small rosebud of an anus that was
less than an inch from the tip of my nose was almost overwhelming.  But I
didn't want to wake her, so I just looked, and inhaled.  To say the scent was
pungent would be an understatement.  She reeked.  Apparently she hadn't
showered last night after all.	I could see by the little pieces of toilet
paper stuck to her pubic hair and around her asshole that she been satisfied
with simply wiping herself off, as she might after taking a piss or a crap.
Looking closer I could see where Dave's semen had dried onto her crotch and
pubes.	I put my nose up to her pussy lips, not quite touching.  I could feel
the heat emanating from her cunt and the smell was unbelievable, choking.  It
was not just her smell, but was mingled with the sour smell of semen, of
Dave's semen.  Once again, inexplicably, my dick was rock hard.

I forced myself to get out of bed before my explorations woke her and made my
way into the bathroom to take a shower.  Passing through the living room I
saw Dave sprawled out on my inflatable bed, in my living room.	The room was
quite warm and he had kicked off his blankets and sheets over the course of
the night.  Like Aiko, he too was completely nude.  The offending organ
snaked across his stomach, now sleeping.  Soft, Dave's cock wasn't nearly as
impressive as it had been in action.  Still, the head of his cock, as it rose
and fell with Dave's every breath, was almost hypnotic.  It blossomed outward
like a mushroom, increasing the diameter of his cock by a third at least.  It
retained the angry purple color it possessed last night when I watched my
wife hungrily stuff it into her mouth, as if desperate for the taste of the
pre-cum that freely flowed from it.

I can't explain what I did next.  I have no attraction to men, never have and
even when I was doing this it didn't occur to me that it might be conceived
of as homosexual behavior.  Certainly I didn't intend it as such.  Call it
curiosity.  Dave's light snoring was easy evidence that he was, like Aiko,
fast asleep (no doubt worn out by the previous night's labors).  Setting the
clothes I was carrying on the carpet near the bathroom door I tiptoed over to
where Dave was sleeping, and knelt on the carpet next to the air mattress.
The danger of what would happen, of what everyone would think were he to wake
up at this moment set my heart racing, but I never considered giving it up.
Instead I slowly, quietly leaned over his mattress and examined his cock.  I
could see it throb lightly as the blood pulsed through the veins and
capillaries.  I could see streaks of white, where his fluids and my wife's
had mixed and dried.  I leaned closer, looked at the edge of his circumcised
head, examined in minute detail the boundary separating shaft and meaty head,
peered at, almost into, the slit at the tip of his head.  Know your enemy, I
guess.	It must have been some masochistic urge that made me bring, once
again, my nose up to his slightly parted legs, next to his balls and crotch,
only millimeters from his anus.  I inhaled deeply.  The smell was identical
to the stench emanating from Aiko's pussy.  I mean, I don't know if it was
really the same smell or if it was just my mind fucking with me, but it was a
shock.	I pulled my head back from his sweaty crotch with a jerk and
hurriedly stifled the bile I felt rising up from my stomach.  I backed up and
made my way to the safety of the bathroom, picking up my change of clothes on
the way.  Gently pushing the door shut, I heaved a long, tortuous sigh.  All
I could think was, "What the fuck is going on?"

Dave was still asleep when I got out of the shower.  His dick was not only
still visible, but it had grown tremendously in size in my absence. 
Apparently the morning erection was setting in and it was quite a sight to
see.  I mean, of course it was the enemy, but its still a pretty fucking
impressive enemy. It had practically doubled in length, reaching the bottom
of his belly button, the thick head so wide around that it lifted the shaft
from his stomach, making a little triangle with his shaft, stomach and cock
head.  I looked away quickly and slipped into the bedroom where Aiko was just
getting out of bed.

"Dave awake yet?" she asked.  No "good morning" or "hi" or "how are you
feeling."  She bent over to pick up the clothes she had thrown on the floor
the previous night, all but shoving her pussy in my face as I walked by.  Was
she taunting me?  Was she so secure in her belief that everything had gone
undetected that she could fuck with me like this?  I felt anger start to
gather and boil up in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't know, I didn't look," I lied.	"He didn't say anything so yeah, he's
probably asleep." "I'm going to grab a glass of water." She said and, before
I could do anything she slipped on her pajama bottoms and top--no bra or
underwear--and slipped out of the room.  Of course now I remember that Dave's
dick is displayed in all its glory, and of course my wife is getting an
eyeful.  She certainly must have stopped for a good, long look as it took her
a full minute and a half to come back with the water.  She handed me the
glass, now half-empty and I noticed that her face was slightly flushed.

"He awake?" I asked. "No, still sleeping.  We should stay in here, let him
sleep."  So kind, my Aiko.  Always looking out for other people.  I grunted
my approval and, draining the glass, put it down on the bedside table where
the history book usually lay.  I pulled Aiko close to give her a kiss.	At
the touch of my hand she recoiled slightly before catching herself and
allowing me a brief peck on the lips before turning her head away and resting
it on my shoulder.  Looking at her jet black hair I could see spots of Dave's
cum here and there that she had missed in her cleaning up.  Dried a crumbly
white, they glued strands of her hair together.  The anger welled up inside
me once more, I felt my face getting hot.  Still I didn't know what I wanted
to say, how I wanted to react.	Instead I said nothing.

Wordlessly I pulled Aiko's top and bottom off of her, stripping her naked.
She was oddly docile, as if all of this was happening to someone else.	This
only made me more angry.  Had she resisted or did or said something I would
have had the opening I needed to confront her.	Instead she let her clothing
be removed, neither helping nor hindering the process.	I guided her over to
the bed and laid her down on her stomach.

"Stick your ass up." I said, my voice harsh with a combination of anger and
lust.  She started at the tone of my voice and my words--I hardly ever spoke
during sex, and never tried to command her.  Still she meekly complied,
bending her body so that her ass rose up slightly, the back of her thighs
resting on her heels.  I leaned forward and inhaled again.  The scent was
stronger than ever and I could see that Aiko was getting wet again.  Well at
least she wasn't completely opposed to the idea of sex with me. Unable to
resist any longer I sunk my face into her exposed pussy.  The smell and taste
was dizzying, no longer really aware of what I was doing I plunged my tongue
as far into her cunt as it would go, savoring the sour combination of smells
and odors that Dave and Aiko had produced together.  Aiko too was not
displeased by my performance, she twitched and moaned slightly as my nose
pressed against her asshole each time I drove my tongue into her cunt.	I
pulled by head back, the heat of her pussy dissipating rapidly as the cold
air of the room washed across my wet face.  Quickly I stripped off my
T-shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.  I maneuvered her into a sixty-nine
position, with me on the bottom.

If I expected her experience with Dave to transform her into a sexual dynamo
with me I was disappointed.  I *was* disappointed.  She held my dick loosely
and stroked it half-heartedly while brushing her lips across the head, which
was now leaking pre cum all over the place.  I was no Dave, but my dick was
nothing to be ashamed of.  A good seven or eight inches it isn't lacking in
length, but in girth it is probably average, though its length makes it look
thinner than average.  Anyway she wasn't approaching it with anything near
the enthusiasm with which she had attacked Dave the night before.  This
pissed me off even more, angrily I shoved her knees apart, her pussy fell
with an almost audible thud onto my face.  My mouth was filled with her
thick, wiry pubic hair.  Bits of toilet paper, dried mucous, semen, god knows
what filled my mouth, and I greedily slurped them up.  Since she wasn't doing
anything interesting with my dick anyway I had her straighten up so that I
could move my mouth to her pussy.  She immediately relinquished my dick,
letting it fall back to my stomach with a quiet thwack and leaned back,
grinding her crotch into my face.  This not only afforded my tongue easy
access to her labia, clit, warm, pink pussy but, since I have a kind of big
nose, it also had the effect of impaling her asshole on my nose.  This was an
entirely new experience for us, but she was definitely getting into it.  She
revelled in the knowledge that my nose was being shoved up her ass and
bounced lightly atop my face, pushing my nose deeper and deeper into her ass.
 She twisted and wriggled, putting all of her weight on me, pressing my head
deeper into the mattress as my tongue struggled to keep pace with her
gyrations.  My dick was so hard now it ached, but she gave me no relief. 
Ignoring my needs entirely she rocked back and forth, occasionally slipping a
long-nailed finger between her mound and my chin to finger her clit while I
massaged her cunt with my tongue.  Rivulets of her pussy juice and saliva
leaked down my cheeks.	She rammed her pussy back and forth atop me, her
sopping cunt brushing the base of my nose with a wet slap before being pulled
away only to be replaced with her anus driving itself downward, filling my
face with the smell of her ass.  The tempo increased and finally she gathered
herself and, with a muffled groan, pressed down on my face with all her
might, utterly smothering me with her pussy, shuddering and trembling as she
came long and hard.  I couldn't breathe and the pressure of her full body
weight upon my face was starting to make itself felt in my neck, where my
muscles were beginning to weaken and tremble with exhaustion.  Just when I
thought I wouldn't be able to endure it a second longer she peeled her crotch
from my face. I inhaled deeply, the cold air mingling with the smell of pussy
and shit in my lungs.

I was pretty much stunned.  She had always been so passive in bed, now she
seemed to love dominating me.  Where last month she pulled back at the touch
of my tongue on her asshole now she was drilling my nose into her anus.  I
don't know.  I looked up at her, trying to wipe away the sticky juice that
coated my face from forehead to chin.  She was already out of bed and was
pulling her clothes back on.  The fact that my dick sat there still hard as a
rock, soaking in a copious pool of pre-cum didn't seem to matter to her in
the least.  This would not be. This definitely would not be.  I reached over
and tugged at the arm of her pajamas.  She looked over with a smile--I swear
it was a sneer and not a smile.  That fucking bitch, she cheats on me.	She
fucking drives my nose up her ass, she gets off on me, and now she's going to
let me fucking sit here!  What!  The!  Fuck!  Where did my docile, obedient,
loving wife go?  Who the fuck was this evil bitch that replaced her?  I was
really pissed off now.	I grabbed her wrist and yanked hard, she fell back
onto the bed, or at least half onto the bed, her ass and legs still hung over
the side so that she was semi-kneeling on the carpet, her tits and face
mashed against the sheets of the bed.  She was trying to say something but I
was oblivious, totally consumed by my unsatisfied lust and accumulated anger.
 I got up and yanked her pajama bottoms down, not unlike Dave had done the
night before.  Her asshole and pussy gleamed with my spit and her juices, and
both gaped slight as a result of the treatment they had just been afforded.
I crouched down and like a dog slid my dick into her slick, saturated cunt.
As I had feared her experience the night before had stretched her out, my
dick slid in and out.  It still felt ok, but the firm grip her pussy used to
have on my cock was gone, replaced now with a flaccid handshake.

This was really the last straw for me.	I mean, I was half out of my mind
already with desire and outrage, and this disappointment was all that I could
take.  With a violence I have never felt or expressed prior to or since this
incident, I pulled her hips back so her ass was fully exposed and, shoving
one ass cheek as far to the side as I could with one hand I used the other to
stuff my dick up her ass.  She had never had anal sex before and was
unbelievably tight.  The head of my dick was being crushed by the pressure of
her anus.  She seemed to be trying to expel my dick with the muscles of her
rectum like it was a piece of shit, but I ignored her.	I shoved harder and
harder, my dick, coated with pre-cum and her pussy juices slowly but surely
made headway as it disappeared up her ass.  I suddenly realized that I was
speaking.  "Take it, take it, take it..." I was repeating over and over again
in a quiet voice, almost a whisper.  She seemed to hear me and, with a
sob-like groan, loosened the ring of her anus and leaned back, impaling her
soft, fleshy ass on my rock hard cock.	After a minute long struggle I was
finally completely buried in her ass, the thin black hair surrounding my
belly button brushed against her ass, setting off the light brown color of
her skin.  Just as she managed to accommodate me, I pulled out an inch or so,
and another groan escaped her.	I shoved my dick back in, determined to get
vengeance in one form or another, and pulled back again.  She was silent now
as I thrust more and more quickly.  The warmth of her ass wrapped around my
cock like a glove, clamping down on my shaft and stretching the skin of my
cock as I pistoned in and out.	It didn't take very long for me to come and
when I did I thought the life was being drained from my body. I rammed myself
in as far as I could driving Aiko's face into the bed with the pressure of my
thrust.  It seemed as if everything inside my body was exploding outward
through my dick as I dumped load after load of cum into Aiko's ass.  Finally,
shuddering and spent, I pulled my dick, already soft and shrinking, from
Aiko's ass.  It emerged slowly, the skin of her asshole, I could now see
quite clearly, was stretched to its very limits, bulging as I pulled my cock
from her depths.  With the tip of my cock came a long, thin stream of semen
still connecting my dick and her ass.  Finally it too broke and fell atop her
ass, dribbling slowly down the crack of  her ass to the thick, black hair
covering her pussy and inner thigh.

Aiko pulled herself slowly onto the bed and lay down on her side in an almost
fetal position.  The sneer with which she had looked down at me earlier was
replaced by an almost blank look, tinged with a combination of fear and
wonder.  I sat down cross legged by her face.

"How was it?" I asked matter-of-factly, as if we were talking about a movie
or a salad. She hesitated and thought.	Finally she nodded slightly,
"Warukunakatta..." Not bad, she whispered. Will wonders never fucking cease?
It must have been painful as hell for her, but she either didn't care or
didn't care to admit it. Her job wasn't done yet however, I lifted her face
and guided her mouth to my dick, which was desperately in need of a cleaning,
leaking cum all over the sheets, and possessing a distinct, shitty odor.  She
looked up at me and I looked right back down at her.  Without a word she
lifted my dick with her right hand and covered it with her mouth, licking and
sucking every trace of our ass-fucking from my cock.

Afterwards she got up and gingerly pulled on her pajamas and went to take a
shower as I crawled back in bed.  Apparently she wasn't entirely cured as
there was another long pause between the closing of or bedroom door and the
closing of the bathroom door.  She could not get enough, it seemed, of Dave's
dick.

I lay in bed, finally emptied of lust and anger and pondered the situation.
Did she know that I knew? There was a good chance of that, though I can't
imagine she would be sure of it one way or the other. Did I want her to know
that I knew?  What did I want to do about her and Dave?  I dozed off again to
the sound of the shower, with these questions running through my mind....