The following Tuesday, Jane takes our daughter to cheerleading practice. There is a group of mom’s that she hangs out with because our daughters all do the same activities and generally get along. I call them the MILF Squad. They are all four very sexy, thirty-something cougars who always end up making a scene everywhere they go. They are wild and crazy and fun and very sexy. I’m the only husband they ever let hang out with them, cuz I’m cool like that.

Jane is very frank when talking about sex with these girls. They all seem to live vicariously through her because they all hate their husbands and never fuck them. They regularly berate Jane for giving me blowjobs every time we have sex!

“If you give it to him every time, he’ll expect it every time,” they say.

Thank God Jane loves sucking cock.

One of the girls is from France and has a great, sexy accent. Simone is a little on the wild side and it shows when it’s girl’s night out. She’s always the one showing off her tits and dolling herself up like she’s ready to go pick up a man. She’s the worst of the bunch, constantly antagonizing my poor Janie about how often we have sex.

“Make him work for it,” she teases Jane, “Don’t give it up so easy!”

Jane and I had sort of blown off a little get together with the girls and their poor, miserable, sexless husbands on Saturday to go to the club. All the girls asked where we went and Jane (who is not good on her toes) goes into the tank.

“We went to dinner and then dancing,” she replies.

“Zat is bullshit. You never go dancing. What are you, 60 years old? Who goes dancing anymore?” pesters Simone, “Don’t lie. You went to a little sex party!”

Jane turns 25 shades of red. She is not a very good liar, which is good and bad, but today it was bad. Very bad.

Simone and Rachel (the other MILF present, who also happens to live two doors down) look at her like she has three heads.

“I was just fucking with you, Jane,” scoffs Simone, “I had no idea!”

“Did you?” they both eagerly inquire.

“Well, not a sex party, per se. More like a sex club,” Jane answers, reluctantly.

“They have those here?” Rachel stupidly asks.

“Of course, darling. Zey have zem everywhere,” answers Simone, like someone who really does know that they do have clubs everywhere.

“Well, yeah. There’s one close by – about 20 minutes away,” says Jane, bashfully.

“Oh my God!” exclaims Rachel, “Dick is so cool. I could never do that with Jacob. He’s so uptight. He would totally freak out! What was it like?”

“Oh no, me either,” says Simone, “My Richard would shit if he knew how many people I’ve slept with. I could never take him to a place like that.”

So Jane gives them some, but not all of the details of the night.

She tells me this when they get home from cheerleading. I’m so fucking pissed I can’t see straight.

I rip her a new asshole: “Why would you tell them? Why did you admit it? Deny, deny, deny! That’s what you do! Jesus Christ, those bitches have big mouths and they are going to ruin our reputation here. You do realize our daughter plays with their kids and will be in school with them for the next thirteen years, right? They don’t know the meaning of the word discreet. Now our daughter is going to be the Girl with the Crazy Swinger Parents! Nobody will send their kids to our house for anything. Congratulations, you’ve made our child a social pariah.”

Jane is mortified. “I didn’t think about it like that. I can trust them!”

“Clearly, you weren’t thinking. How do you know you can trust them? Did you swear them to secrecy? Or did you promise them juicy details of our next encounter?” I steam.

Jane is scared. I don’t get mad and unload on her like that very often. She seeks out both girls the next day for damage control, even visiting one of them at work.

I calm down after she assuages my fears, promises me that they are sworn to secrecy and then gives me those sad eyes, looks down at my zipper and starts running her fingers along the outside of my pants.

She gets down on her knees and unzips me - I am already hard from the look and the touching. Plus, I just love fucking my wife.

She licks it from top to bottom and then focuses on that spot on the underside and just below the head. This drives me insane - I nearly lose it right then. She then takes the head into her mouth and works her magic. She can’t quite deep throat me, but she sure gets close.

I need to cum or fuck her now. She bends over the chair in my office and I stand, drop my pants and enter her from behind. I grab her hair and give it a firm twist and jerk. I lean down and growl at her, “What are you gonna say the next time anyone jokes around about this?”

“Nothing. Make a joke. Deny it. Act stupid!” she whines, but is clearly turned on by this. I smack her on the ass, harder than normal.

“You’ve been very bad and need to be punished,” I scold, “I’m going to make you take it all from behind.”

“No. You can’t!” she cries.

“You’re lucky I’m a nice guy,” I smirk.

I’m kind enough to not give it all to her - I can get maximum penetration from behind and usually she just can’t handle it. I continue pounding her from behind for only a couple more minutes before I am ready to explode.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on!” she screams.

I empty my load into her soaking wet pussy and then collapse onto the recliner in the corner.

“I promise to shut the hell up and play it cool,” she says, apologetically.

That’s a good start on making it up to me…

I do notice Rachel is giving me a lot of interesting looks when I walk down to fetch our daughter or she comes over to get hers. She is a hottie, but her husband is insanely jealous. And enormous. And a cop.

See Dick run,

Run Dick, run!

Our sex life continues at it’s torrid pace for a couple more days until Jane’s annual OB/GYN visit.

There is something wrong: Abnormal PAP smear. They want to do a biopsy. Cancer runs in her family, so it’s doubly scary. In fact, two of her younger cousins have already had cervical cancer or precancerous cells removed during their twenties.

This sends Jane into a spiral of depression. I take her to the doctor for the biopsy Thursday. We won’t get any results back until next week.

Next: The Long, Boring, Sexless Weekend

I promise, the good stuff is coming Wednesday night.