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Cheaters

By: sexxxation7



Maureen was working at my video store and it was closing time. I always went there at closing to cash out and make the deposit. We all called her Mo for short. She was a long time friend of my wife Lisa and had been working there for about a month and a half.. She was quite a character. Boisterous and bold, funny and wide open. She was 26 years old but her braces made her look much younger than that.

"Hey." She said when I came in."

"Hi Mo. Was it busy today?" I always asked.

"Not too bad. It was for a while." Then she went over and locked up the door. "Guess what..." She paused for a response."

"What?" 

"I had a dream about you last night." She looked at me sideways like I had done something wrong.

"Oh really?" Now I was curious.

"Oh yes I did." She grinned in a devilish way. "It was a sex dream."

Mo captured my interest immediately. "You did? Well... Was I good?" It kind of excited me, though I wasn't at all surprised that she was bold enough to tell me. I wanted to know what exactly the dream was. Mo is tall and thin with light brown hair, small tits and an absolutely fantastic ass. I'd do her in a heartbeat.

"Yeah you were good. But it was wierd because it was so fucking real." She came around the counter and stood very close to me It was very seductive and I didn't shy away. She clutched the waist of my jeans. "Now I'm wondering something."

"What are you wondering Mo?" I put my hands on her waist and I was starting to get an erection.

With her hand grabbing my jeans, she rubbed her thumb towards my swelling dick and it was touching along the edge of the bulge. "Wonder just what that dick is really like." She laughed heartily.

I saw it as a suggestion and followed through. "Here," I said, "You tell me." I opened up and took my cock out. Mo looked down at it and then back up at me. I laughed. "Wasn't expecting me to do that, were you?"

Mo's jaw dropped open. She cradled my boner in her left hand and while studying it, she said, "Unbelievable! No shit! It's exactly like it was in my dream!"

"No way!"

"I'm not kidding..." She stroked it lightly. "God it's nice."

"So Mo... What exactly what we doing in this dream?" I didn't really care all that much at this point. I just wanted to fuck her.

"Oh, we did all kinds of things." She melted down to her knees. I was expecting a blow job, but she was thinking something else. She was just playing with my cock. She studied it looking closely form all different angles. She stroked it and squeezed it and rolled it between her finger tips. Mo was enjoying herself like she had a new toy. She tapped it against her mouth and rubbed it on her face. Swinging it back and forth, she was smacking it against her cheeks. "Man you have no idea how much I love dick." 

"Oh I think I do " I pulled her up to her feet.

Mo went over and closed up all of the blinds in the store and then came back behind the counter and hastily removed every bit of clothing that she had on. Myself, I just took off my pants and my shoes and socks. I was fascinated by her small boobies. They were like two firm little pears with soft light pink nipples looking straight out at me. Her pussy was shaved with the hair trimmed into the shape of a thin V right above the slit. "That's hot Mo." I cupped it in my right hand slipping my middle finger along the fold, diddling her clit and dipping it in her hole.

"Mmm.." She moaned. "That's nice." She was slowly moving her hips to and fro.

Standing, I lifted her left leg out to the side and took my stiff cock in my left hand. I rubbed it on her pussy wetting the end with her moist lubricant then slipped it up inside of her.

"Ah yeah!" She exclaimed and chuckled. "Hahahaha...Yeah. Oooh that feels fucking grrreat!" Mo started pumping her pussy back and forth on my dick. She's as tall as I am and we lined up perfectly.

My thrusting and her pumping were timed perfectly so her mound and my pubic bone were thumping against each other with each forward push. She was tight and wet. "Damn, you feel good Mo."

Mo was a talker and apparently so when she fucked. She jabbered up a storm while we were banging each other and she had no qualms about what she would say. "You feel good too. You know, I actually think about screwing you a lot. Some times I'm even thinking about it when I'm talking to Lisa at work. We'll be talking and I'll be thinking that I could fuck you better than she can. I like Lisa alright, but I'm such a slut, She doesn't seem like she's really all that into sex and I bet she doesn't fuck you like this. God I love cock." All this while we were humping each other. Then she started swirling her hips around like a stripper. She worked my cock good. The talking actually kind of turned me on. It was different. I braced myself with my hand on the counter and held her leg up with the other, Then I started hard fucking her, banging her cunt hard and fast. Her little titties were jiggling and wiggling. It turn me on to no end and I just stared at them.

"Ooooooohhhffffuck!!" She squealed. "Oh you like my titties!" Her chatter was rhythmically broken by the pounding fuck that I was putting on her. "Watch the tits. This is even better than my (gasp)dream. I can't believe how much (gasp) your dick is like it was in my (gasp) dream. Uh uh uh uh uh (gasp) ooh aahh... Damn, it feels (gasp) even better in person.... Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes. Oh fuck I've been thinking (gasp) about it all day."

I stopped for a second and turned her around so she faced the counter and I was behind her. She put her hands on the counter with her ass sticking out and her legs spread open like she was going to be frisked. I fingered her pussy and rubbed it. Then I put the head of my dick just inside her fuck hole.I didn't slide it in or ease it in, but I literally slammed my fuck rod full tilt up her cunt.

Mo screamed at the top of her lungs. "OH GOD DAMN!! Fuck yeah baby!! Fuck yeah!!" Her ass was incredibly fine. Round, firm and small. I drew my cock back slow and shoved it in fast. Again and again and again thumping against it hard. "Oh yes. Doggy fuck. I love doggy fucking. I know you don't get laid like this at home." 

I started fucking her at a steady pace. "Mmm your ass is nice Mo." I had my hands on her butt cheeks as she kept pushing it back against me bouncing it off of my abdomen. I held it deep and she wiggled her butt against me stirring it up inside her cunt. "Damn it Mo, this is awesome." Rocking back and forth. "We should have started doing this a long time ago."

Mo turned around. "Yeah, I know. We really should have." She lowered herself down to eye level with my hard on. "I guarantee you ain't never had nothing like this." She said full of confidence. She looked up at me and grinned. Her braces shining as she licked her lips. Mo opened her mouth and sunk my cock deep into her throat. I mean she took the entire thing to the point that her chin was pushing back on my balls and her face was mashed up against my abdomen and she did it with ease. She held it there for some time before drawing her head back slowly easing it out while shaking her head from side to side. "I don't gag on anything." She said. "Ha haaa! Aren't you a lucky man." Mo laughed a hearty deep laugh, then sucked my cock... No, she face fucked me by driving my dick down her throat and bumping her face against me each time she wrapped it up with her mouth.

I took her by the hair and guided her up, then sat her on the stool behind the counter. This time, she took hold of my cock, squeezed it and then parked it up her tight horny pussy. I just followed her lead and commenced to fucking again, watching those sexy tits jiggle like jello.

Mo squealed like an overly excited kid. "Fuck me! Damn it, fuck me fuck me fuck me!! Aaahh yesss!" Both of us panting and screwing furiously. Her voice sqeaky and high pitched. "Do it baby! Fuck me! Give it to me good! Harder, yeah harder...Fuck yeah, like that!" Each time a filthy word came out of her gloriously dirty mouth, she would gasp for air and each gasp trailed into a sharp high pitched sqealing sound.

Damn, I was going to burst. I could feel the sperm welling up at the base of my throbbing cock. Moaning deeply, "Oh yeah... Oh fuck... Aah Mo Oh fuck Mo!..." I made it obvious I was about to cum.

Mo almost jumped off of my dick and dropped to the floor sitting before me leaning back supporting herself with one arm behind her. She grabbed hold of my pulsating cock, stroking it above her face with her eyes wide open fixated on it and her mouth oh so slightly open, just enough to see the silver of her braces. "Cum on my face, cum on my face..." She said it over and over again until my cock began pumping sperm. As Mo jerked me off, drops of cum were being tossed around dripping down onto her pretty face and landing in her hair. It flowed out onto her cheeks and lips and a little into her mouth. She sucked the last of it out. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked. "How do I look?" She laughed hard and loud.

I studied her face. Pearly streams of cum dripped down her right cheek from under her eye. There was a stripe of cum across her fore head and some was dripping from her bottom lip as well as a bunch of drops decorating her lower left cheek and streaming down her chin. Her sandy hair had splatterings of sperm droplets shining from it. "You look incredibly sweet and beautiful." I chuckled. She really did look cute. The cum made her look 'pop' so to speak.

Not more that 2 seconds later she stood up. "Can you give me a ride home?" I always gave her a ride home, so I told her I certainly would. "Thanks. Just give me a minute to clean up." Then she went into the bathroom to remove the spunk from her face and hair.

She also had a significant other. A boyfriend with whom she had been living with for at least a year. I don't think either one of us felt any guilt what so ever.

I looked over at her on the ride to her house and said "You know, that was the wildest sex I could have ever hoped for Mo." It really was intense and raw.

"Oh yeah it was. Right?" She agreed. "Man it was wild. Don't even worry about nothing either. You're like my dirty little secret. Alright?"

"You know it Mo." I kissed her on the lips before we turned the last corner before her house and when she got out of the truck I just had to tell her, "sweet dreams."

She laughed and said "Damn, I sure hope so." Then she jogged up the steps and disappeared behind her front door.

Two days later on Saturday evening, I fucked with Lisa. For the last twelve years, Saturday was the only evening we had sex. Same time, same place, same position, same short fore play. No oral and she hadn't actually put her hands on my dick in those twelve years. It was like she only did it because she had to. The marriage only lasted for another seven or eight months after that. It was no real surprise and was a long time coming.

During those months, Maureen and I only fucked two more times. Once in my truck behind the store and once in her house when her boyfriend was gone hunting for the weekend. Each time was close to being as intense and fun as the first and she always talked through the whole sexual episode. I loved that.

Shortly after that I sold the store. About a year after the store closed, Mo got married. Oddly enough, maybe four months after she married we probably got together and had wild sex at least once every week or two. Even one time did a three some with her friend Cathy. As quickly as our illicit episodes began, they ended. I don't regret any of it. Hell, why would I? It was crazy fun. But I don't miss it that much either. I guess it's because it was more intense than anything I could have hoped for. It was almost a surreal time period.

Occasionally, Mo and I run into each other here and there. We're still good friends.We don't bring it all up too much though. It was special enough in it's own right.

Cheaters



"God yes," Lisette moaned as her husband flicked his tongue in and out of her hole. The five-foot-ten-inch brown-skinned beauty grabbed his head with both of her hands and pushed his face deeper into her ass crack. As he made love to her tranny pussy, her body, all one hundred and forty-five pounds of it, squirmed. She wiggled in every direction effectively working the fitted satin sheets off of their California king size bed. Her barely functional clit stiffened. "Fuck me," she squealed.

Sensing his oral work was finished; Deitrick emerged from her anal cavity and stood on his knees. He admired the Lisette's amazing body as she lay there on her stomach wiggling her ass signaling him that she was ready for entry. He knelt down to kiss her shoulder as he slid his tool inside of her tight, wet pussy. He methodically worked his dick in her hole inch by inch until all nine of them were deep in her cheeks. He placed his face next to hers and they kissed passionately as he heaved himself in and out of her slowly. Lisette cooed, "I love you," while the six-foot-one-inch dark-skinned brother caressed her rectum with his careful and lengthy strokes. 

Deitrick sped up his rhythm turning his deliberate love-making into a formidable fuck. Lisette screamed. Sweat dripped from his body to hers. Her ass was completely open and she begged him for more of his thick cock. "Fuck me harder," she pleaded. Deitrick made every effort to satisfy the woman with whom he had spent the past seven years of his life. He began to lift his dick totally out of her asshole and then slammed it back into her pussy. He repeated this move time after time until he deposited his seed inside of her.

The warm sticky cum made Lisette feel complete. She loved having him and all that he was inside of her. Deitrick kissed her and sighed, "I love you, baby." 

By all accounts they were a successful couple. She had worked for the past ten years as a flight attendant for Atlantica Airlines and he was a systems analyst at a large regional bank. Their paths first crossed nine years ago in an Internet chat room. At that point, Deitrick had only recently accepted his attraction to transgender women though he had known of it, and struggled with it, for many years prior. They began an online relationship during the tail-end of his second failing marriage. Once the divorce was finalized, the two met and quickly became inseparable.

Lisette shimmied from under her beau and hurried into the bathroom of their trendy loft apartment. She pulled her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, donned a shower cap, and turned on the water. After washing up and toweling off, she applied make-up, pinned her hair in a bun, and put on her uniform. She pecked Deitrick on the lips before rushing for the front door. She was working a three day trip and was already looking forward to returning home.

Deitrick looked at the alarm clock and decided that 7:19 a.m. was too early to arise on a Saturday morning. He pulled a pillow over his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Across town, the extremely fit fifty-three old Rick Todd scanned the newspaper as he drank black coffee from a mug that read "World's Best Granddad" and ate a prepackaged blueberry muffin. He stretched and folder the periodical as he decided to head into the office to knock out some of the work that had been piling up in his office. He made no effort to alert his slumbering partner since it was usual from him to spend countless hours in the office during the mad dash of tax return season. He grabbed a light windbreaker, locked the door behind him, and disarmed the alarm on his metallic black 2010 GMC Sierra pickup truck.

Inside the red brick foursquare house, Brendan rolled over as he heard the front door slam. He ran his slender fingers through his auburn hair and placed his feet on the plush lime green carpet. He strode across the room to the window overlooking Clermont Avenue and peered through the blinds. He saw his lover's truck pulling away from the curb and figured his daddy must be heading to work. It was going on two years since he moved into the renovated 1930s three-bedroom house with the divorced accountant. Brendan yawned and strolled into the bathroom to grab a shower.

Deitrick's phone blared loudly knocking him back into consciousness. He rubbed his eyes and focused on the screen -- it read MOMS. He answered the call with a gruff, "Hello."

"Sounds like you just woke up," giggled the lispy voice on the other end.

"Yeah. What's up with you?"

"I just got out of the shower and my legs are silky smooth. I was wondering if you wanted some of this faggot pussy," the five-foot-eleven-inch Brendan teased.

"Hell yeah! I got the place all to myself. You coming over?"

"I can be there in thirty minutes. Is that cool," the skinny milky complexioned boy queried.

"Hurry up and get that punk ass over here," Deitrick commanded and then ended the call abruptly.

Brendan threw on a pair of neon pink lace boyshorts and a yellow cami. He covered them with gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. He slid his soft feet into his navy Crocs sandals. He selected a pair of red sequined heels from the closet and stuffed them into his psychedelic print Roxy backpack. Brendan bounced down the stairs and grabbed the keys to his red 2009 Chevy Cobalt coupe from the credenza that sat in the front hallway. He headed out the front door and sped away.

Deitrick grabbed a few beach towels from the linen closet and spread two of them across the bed. He laid one out over the couch and put the fourth one underneath on the floor for good measure. He placed a jar of Vaseline by the bed and then washed off his dick and ass. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt before stepping onto the balcony to blaze up some amazing cush he scored from a coworker. The crisp early spring air woke him up and the weed began to take effect when he heard the doorbell ring. 

Deitrick left the sliding glass door open and stripped out of his clothes as he made his way to the door. He looked through the peephole for good measure to confirm it was the slutty white bitch on the other side. He let in his guest and before he engaged the lock, Brendan was standing before him wearing only the girly underwear. Brendan unzipped his bag and put on the heels. Deitrick examined the waifish tart of a boy. Satisfied with what he saw, he said, "I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you."

"I hope so," Brendan smiled.

"You already know, slut! Suck my dick!"

Brendan knelt and put the gorging nine inch member in his mouth. His tongue rested over his bottom lip and led the way as he slid down the shaft to the base. He enjoyed deep-throating and Deitrick derived even more pleasure from the experience. Deitrick grabbed the back of Brendan's head with both hands and began brutally face fucking his cock sucking friend. Brendan took the dick like a trooper with saliva running down Deitrick's shaft and onto the floor. Deitrick pounded furiously leaking precum in Brendan's throat and growing harder with each stroke. Suddenly, he backed away from the tramp and ordered, "Get that ass on the bed you fucking freaky ass ho!"

Brendan sashayed to the bed and, familiar with Deitrick's preferences, got on all fours. He unscrewed the cap from his popper bottle and inhaled the aromatic. He swiped his fingers through the petroleum jelly and worked a gob of it into his anus. He placed his nose to popper once more for good measure.

"Sniff that shit, faggot. Cause I'm about to tear that ass up," Deitrick laughed evilly. "Put some of that Vaseline on my dick, bitch!" Brendan complied without even turning around. Deitrick spanked the crack of Brendan's ass with his rock hard cock and then moved away from the bed. "Show me that pretty pink hole, boy," he demanded. Brendan pushed his ass out slightly more and spread his cheeks with his hands. "Is that Daddy's cunt?"

"Yes sir," Brendan moaned.

"Hell yeah! That's my pink boipussy," Deitrick grinned stroking his tool. "When's the last time you got fucked? And don't lie, ho!"

"Yesterday," Brendan fibbed.

"By your old ass boyfriend?"

"No sir," Brendan embellished.

"Was he better than me?"

"No sir," he finally spoke truthfully.

"Was it a nigga or a white boy?"

"He was Black, sir."

"You better sniffed some more that shit, faggot. I want that ass good and open."

Brendan complied with the strong suggestion. He replaced the cap and moaned, "I need that dick."

"You love getting fucked by big dick niggas don't you," Deitrick asked as he slammed the entire length of his meat inside of Brendan. 

Brendan squealed, "Yes sir!"

There was no attempt on Deitrick's part to ease it in. Both he and Brendan knew the drill -- this was going to be a hard relentless fucking. Deitrick thrust himself in and out repeatedly accelerating the rate of speed with each stroke. He hammered away and Brendan's anus opened nicely and began to get increasingly wet. "You love this big dick in that boipussy, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Brendan groaned.

"That faggot cunt feels so good on this dick, bitch," Deitrick applauded as he slapped Brendan's lily white ass.

"I love that dick," Brendan shared.

"You love this nigga dick?"

"Yes sir!"

"Say it, faggot!"

"I love your dick, sir!"

"No bitch," Deitrick reprimanded him by slapping his ass extremely hard leaving a red mark. "Tell me you love this NIGGA dick!"

Brendan trembled, "I love...I love...I love your nigger dick, sir."

"What did you say, faggot? I can hear your weak ass," he yelled as he pounded away into the creamy inner sanctum.

"I said I love your nigger dick, sir!"

"Oh, you think I'm a NIGGER, you sorry cunt ass bitch!" Deitrick delivered three quick firm swats that stung Brendan to his core. "You're a nasty fucking faggot ho! I'll teach your punk ass not to disrespect me!"

"I'm sorry, sir," Brendan begged.

"Yeah, you will be!"

Deitrick pummeled the now open pussy hole and grabbed a belt that had been placed strategically on the bed. As he dealt out lashes he pounced in the hole with great force. "You still think I'm a nigger, bitch?"

"No sir! No sir! No sir," Brendan cried.

"But you love nigga dick, don't you?"

"Yes I do, sir. I love the way you fuck me."

"I love the way you take this dick," Deitrick commented as he let the belt fall to the side of the bed.

Brendan inhaled more of his poppers as Deitrick hooked his left arm around his waist. Their bodies moved together rhythmically. Brendan moaned louder and louder as his began to flood the towels below. "I'm cumming," he sighed.

"Hell yeah! That's some juicy faggot cunt, bitch!"

Deitrick flipped Brendan over onto his back and placed his legs on his shoulders. He punched his dick in and out with quick strokes before stretching out into full missionary position. He nibbled on Brendan's ear while Brendan sucked on his neck. "Fuck me, sir," Brendan whispered in his ear begging for more. Deitrick cupped Brendan's ass cheeks and long-stroked the boipussy hard. His balls slammed into Brendan's wet ass. "Give me that dick. Fuck me hard," Brendan pleaded.

"Oh shit, faggot! You taking this dick!"

"That's cause you got some dick."

"You got some good ass, bitch!"

"It's yours!"

"I love fucking your slutty white ass, boy!"

Deitrick jumped off the bed. "Get that ass on the balcony, ho!" Brendan hopped to his feet and ran to the new location. Deitrick was right behind smacking his ass the whole way. Deitrick slid the glass door closed and pressed the front of Brendan's body against it. He slid back in between those supple white ass cheeks returning to his previous methodical pounding. "I want you to stroke that little ass dick, faggot!"

Brendan tugged at his five inch penis and made it hard. "Keep stroking it while I fuck your nasty ass!" Deitrick beat the booty up four floors above the moderately busy street down below. "You're a fucking faggot slut and the whole damn city knows," he scolded Brendan. "A fucking sissy ass fagot ho! Shit, I love fucking you. You want me to kiss you?"

Brendan nodded his head in affirmation and Deitrick pulled his head closer. The pair locked lips while Deitrick's meat continued the assault on the butt pussy. "I'm gonna cum," Brendan gawked. Moments later his wiry cock shot a white stickiness all onto the sliding glass door. His ass began to convulse. The head of Deitrick's dick could take no more once this started.

"Oh shit, faggot. You about to get my kids!"

Deitrick's dick erupted and a mammoth amount of his seed invaded Brendan's hole. His body quivered as he released his nut. He collapsed onto a chair and pulled Brendan back with him. He laughed and said, "You enjoyed that, boy?"

"As always sir," Brendan confirmed.

"Me too, faggot. Go on in there and clean up. I'm about to light up this el."

Brendan disappeared and when he exited the bathroom, Deitrick was sitting on the couch. "What time you gotta be back," he asked.

"I could probably be out all day and he wouldn't notice, but I should get back in an hour or so just in case."

"That's cool. She's gone till Monday. Can you get back out tonight?"

"Sure can! I'll tell him I'm going to have dinner with my sister and nieces."

"Sounds like a plan. Feel free to bring one of your faggot friends with you when you come back."

"Yes sir," Brendan remarked as he gathered his belongings and headed for the door.



Cheaters



I picked a spot in the hotel bar, feeling a bit conspicuous. After all, I'm a bit more Harley than Hilton and have a few rough edges, not exactly a common sight in the financial district. I had just gotten my first bourbon on the rocks when she came strutting into the room. I wasn't alone in my appreciation for the redhead; it seemed every eye in the house was fixed on her. About 5'3" with long hair and blue eyes, she was wearing the sexiest black halter dress I've ever seen. Low-cut to show serious cleavage, the dress hugged her generous breasts and advertised a slim waist, stopping just below her sculpted ass. The whole sexy package was balanced perfectly on six inch red heels, which she walked on effortlessly.

From my booth across the bar I had a perfect view of the woman, now perched atop a barstool. How she managed to sit there, legs crossed, and not expose herself was amazing. Sipping my bourbon, I watched as the bartender delivered what looked like a martini. I suspected it was dirty, to go along with my thoughts. Watching as she sipped her drink, I thought she looked to be in her late thirties, though I'm terrible at guessing ages. The redhead's nail polish matched her lips and her evening makeup was perfect. Transfixed, I was momentarily startled when the cute blonde waitress interrupted my reverie to ask if I wanted another drink. The best I could manage was a smile and a nod, trying to conceal my growing erection.

Tasting my fresh drink, I saw a man about ten years her junior approach the bar. He had male-model good looks, a body that indicated his gym membership was paid, and the look of a successful money guy. He occupied the seat next to her and ordered something, though I'm sure liquid refreshment wasn't his ultimate goal. I watched as they exchanged smiles, then some small talk. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but soon their conversation became more animated and familiar. She curled some of her hair around a finger and laughed at a joke, he touched her hand when making a point. Testing the waters, he placed his right hand on her left thigh for a long moment; she did nothing to remove it.

Drinks drained, the financial wizard motioned to the bartender for two more drinks. Standing, he placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder and leaned in to whisper something which made her smirk and shake her head. Smiling, he turned and headed for the restroom. Realizing I also had to take a leak, I headed to the men's room as well. Entering the lavatory and realizing he was on his cell by the sinks, I headed to the urinals and listened in as I drained my bladder. 

"Sorry for standing you up, Jimmy, but I'm doing great with this hot redhead... Yeah, I know, but I think this sexy bitch wants me and who am I to deny her my cock? Maybe I'll catch up to you afterward." Laughing, he again apologizes, ends the call, heading back to the bar. I suddenly realize that my dick has gotten semi-hard in my hand and quickly zip up and return to my seat.

Back in our places, I get more and more aroused as I watch them flirt aggressively. At one point the woman stretches. I'm certain the move is designed to display her erect nipples straining against the dress' fabric. He "accidently" brushes her right breast when making a hand gesture and he's more frequently touching her thigh, and for longer periods of time. Now he whispers something in her ear, and she pulls away slowly, head cocked, seeming to contemplate her options. In response, she holds up her left hand and shows him... a wedding ring. I had wondered if she was wearing one. They talk more, Richey Rich pleading his case I presume, but in the end she gives him a slight shake of her head. Following a little more polite conversation, he threw some bills on the bar and headed for the door, presumably to meet his previously abandoned pal. 

I decide this is my moment. Grabbing my empty glass, I head to the unoccupied barstool and take a seat. Ordering a third drink, I smile at the redhead. "Hi, I'm Bill," I say. "How are you tonight?" 

"Fine," comes the sultry reply, deep blue eyes shining. "I'm Amber...pleased to meet you." 

After a little more small talk, I tell her I had noticed her talking to a guy earlier then saw him leave. "Anything wrong?" I ask. 

"No, I just brushed him off telling him I don't want to cheat on my husband. The truth is I don't want to cheat with him. Too pretty and single. I want a married man who stands to lose as much as I do," she whispers, glancing at my wedding ring. "Plus, I suspected he wasn't nasty enough. Are you nasty, Bill?" she asked. 

I'm taking her all in, unapologetically letting my eyes roam over her body, smelling her perfume, touching the soft skin of her thigh. "You won't believe how nasty I can be, Amber...wanna find out?" I say, tossing a couple twenties on the bar. Standing, the redhead silently heads out of the bar and toward the hotel elevators. I follow that ass like a dog on a leash.

Inside the elevator she presses the button for the twenty-third floor and we fall into each other's arms. A long hot kiss, tongues exploring each other mouths, we grind our bodies together. I start to stiffen, running my fingers thru her hair and down her sides to that gorgeous ass as she reaches inside my sport coat and runs her fingers over my chest. 

As the elevator chimes and the doors open Amber has my hand, rushing me eagerly down the hall. Using the cardkey, she opens the door to room 2340 and pulls me inside. Lights off, she pushes me back against the door and drops to her knees. Unbuckling my belt and unfastening my slacks, she tugs my waistband down while I awkwardly step out of my shoes and kick my pants and boxers across the room. She begins to stroke my cock. Head swimming, I struggle to get my jacket and shirt off. 

"Oh... you're so much bigger than my husband, baby... I'm gonna love this cock inside me. But first, I wanna make u cum so we can have a nice, long fuck. OK?" Amber asks. She doesn't wait for me to reply as she takes me in her mouth. 

What followed was as perfect a blowjob as I can imagine. Wet, hot, fast at times and slow at others. She used her lips, tongue and hands like a pro. At one point she places my hands on her head and encouragesme to fuck her mouth, all eight inches sliding down her throat as her nails dug into my ass. When I got close, Amber pulled me from her mouth and started jerking me off...pumping up and down furiously, encouraging me to cum for her. When I warned that I was almost there, she surprisingly covered the head of my cock with her mouth and stroked me to orgasm, gulping down my entire load like a seasoned hooker. Standing, she told me to make myself comfortable as she went to clean up and I stood there, legs shaking.

After catching my breath, I turned on a light and poured a bourbon from the minibar. Reclining on the bed sipping my drink, cock still semi-hard, I waited. After a few minutes Amber exits the bathroom and pours herself a vodka, taking a deep drink and turning to face me. 

"Take it off," I command.

Without hesitation, her hands moved to the back of her neck and unclasped the halter. Holding the top up with her left hand, she then turned to face away from me and slowly slid down the back zipper with her right hand. She then teasingly pulled the dress down and off, giving me a view of that shapely ass barely covered in a sheer black thong. 

"Turn and face me," I said, telling her, not asking.

Obeying, the redhead turned and looked me in the eye, her heavy yet firm breasts moving up and down with her breathing, nipples erect and eyes smoldering.

"Now the thong."

Hooking her thumbs under the waistband she tugged her panties down to the floor, bending at the waist and taking care to step out of them without removing her heels. She's facing me now, unashamed in the light. I can see she's freshly shaved, maybe waxed, with just a little closely trimmed pubic hair. 

"Touch yourself for me."

Amber's hands begin to roam over her body, touching her tits, tugging at her nipples, then running down her hips and over her belly. Eyes closed, her right hand moves between her legs, massaging her clit, while she lightly rakes the nails of her left over her nipples. Soft moans escape her lips as I realize I'm stroking my erect cock.

"Does your wife do this for you, Bill?" she asks, opening her eyes while continuing to pleasure herself.

"No, hardly," I reply. "Kay is a prude... we don't even fuck with the lights on and the dirtiest word I think she's ever said is 'dang'."

Stepping toward me, Amber inserts a finger deep inside her pussy. Pulling it out, she traced her glistening finger over my lips then bent to give me a long kiss, tasting herself in the process. "I'm no prude, Bill, and I know all the fucking words."

I pull Amber to the bed and climb on top, kissing her hard. I kiss and nibble down to her soft neck, luscious breasts, and quivering stomach. Pushing her legs apart I dive in, licking and sucking, making her squeal with delight. 

Grabbing my hair, Amber's grinding her clit against my lips as I push in one finger, then two. "Don't stop, don't stop...oh fuck that's it....keep eating me, baby....ohhhhh," she cried, on the verge of orgasm. Thrashing, she soon came uttering a stream of semi-intelligible obscenities.

Quickly rolling on top, Amber's breathing hard but not stopping to rest. Straddling me, she positions her pussy over my engorged cock and lowers herself, taking me all the way inside. Working her hips back and forth, up and down, she uses her muscles to grip and massage me. I allow my hands to roam Amber's body, squeezing her tits and firm ass, touching every square inch of her skin. We go on like this for a long time, covered in sweat...fast, then slow, then fast again.

I flip her off me and onto her belly, consumed with lust. Moving behind her, I push Amber's legs apart and pull her hips up. Kneeling behind her, I tease her pussy with my cock... inserting the head, then pulling it out while she softly whimpers. "What's your husband's name?" I ask. 

"Neal... his name is Neal," Amber moans.

"Who fucks you better, baby?" 

"You do....oh god, Bill, you do," she cries. "Please fuck me, please."

"Next week, Kay and I are coming to dinner at your house," I tell Amber as I shove my dick all they inside her. "We'll say we're old high school friends," I say as I begin to work in and out, Amber's hips moving back to meet each hard thrust. "We'll find a way to get in a quick fuck while those two are in the next room," I bark, picking up the pace, my balls slapping her clit.

"Fuck yeah," she moaned, "I'll keep your load in me all night." 

Pumping faster and faster, I slap Amber's ass.

"Harder," she shouts.

Smack! Smack! Smack! I slap her ass with a little more force each time. 

Pullling out, I turn Amber over to her back and plunge my cock deep inside her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, heels still on, Amber works her hips in rhythm to my thrusts. Both of us on the verge, she starts pleading with me to cum.  As she goes over the edge, shuddering with another orgasm, I begin to pump stream after stream into her hot pussy. Drained and exhausted, I fall to the bed.

After we catch our breath, Kay breaks character for the first time all evening. "God Neal, that was fantastic," my wife exclaims, chest heaving.

"No shit, baby. I never knew you had that in you... I mean that blowjob alone...fuck! And that red hair, I can't even tell it's a wig."

"Oh, Neal, I've got a lot more surprises for you... a lot more. Just wait," she breathed.

"I have to admit it was exciting watching you flirt with that guy in the bar. I could hardly conceal my erection. By the way, what did he say to you before he went to the restroom?" I asked.

"Oh that. He asked if I wanted to come with him and have some fun in a stall. I told him, 'maybe later'."

"Were you tempted?"

Reaching down, Kay starts to stroke my cock to life again. "What if I say yes?" she asked as my erection started to grow. 

As Kay climbed on top of me and once again slipped my cock inside her, I couldn't help but wonder what she meant by having, "a lot more surprises" for me. 



Cheaters Always Pay the Price



Jim and I had just finished our day shift at the plant and we were driving back home together in my car. We always commuted together whenever our work shifts coincided, and this week it was my turn to use my car. 

As soon as we left the plant, Jim asked me to stop at a pharmacy on our way back home so that he could have a prescription fill. His wife Sally, had a bad cold and the doctor had prescribed medication to get rid of her stubborn cold. 

Since we were driving near the pharmacy where my wife Rachel was working, I decided that I was going to surprise Jim as well as my wife and stop there. During all those years that she had been working there, not once had I visited her at her place of work. As a matter of fact I had never been inside that pharmacy yet, so I figured that she was going to be very surprise to see me there today. 

I had never dared to visit her at the pharmacy since I didn't want her coworkers or her boss thinking that I was checking on her. Surprisingly she also never once commented about that fact to me. 

She was working today and I knew that she was going to be surprised indeed to see me. She only worked there two days per week and I figured that it was time that I finally met her boss after six years. 

******

Rachel and I had been married for nine years now. Even though we were not rich, I was earning good money at the plant where I was working and I preferred that my wife remained at home. But two years after we had been married she claimed that she needed to get out of the house and she wanted to go on the work market. 

Since it was also her wish to have a car of her own, she was soon able to convince me to agree to let her work a year or two. At least until she had paid for the car that she wanted to buy. So a week after we had agreed about her starting to work, she found a job at a pharmacy on the other side of town.

Just over a year later she gave birth to Sandy, then for the next two years she became a stay at home mom. Later, when Sandy was older she once again begged me to let her work, even if it was only a couple of days per week. She claimed that she had already phoned at the pharmacy where she had previously worked and Mr. Clarkson was ready to take her back even if it was only two days per weeks. 

I finally agreed and she set things up with her mother so that she could take care of Sandy on those days she was working.

She had now been working two days a week for Mr. Clarkson for over three years and Sandy was now almost six, and not once had I stepped inside her place of work. 

****** 

I parked in front of the pharmacy and Jim and I both went inside. It wasn't a huge place but it had about everything one would expect to find in a pharmacy. There were four long aisles on each side of which were shelves loaded with everything from cough syrup to condoms of all brands. Then completely at the back was the space where prescriptions were being filled. Of course Jim and I immediately walked there. 

But instead of seeing Rachel there as I expected, there was only a middle-age man behind the long counter. He took Jim's prescription and started working on it. I was about to introduce myself and ask him where my wife was but since Jim was standing next to me, I didn't want him to know that I was ignorant about the fact she was not there. So I didn't say anything. 

While the pharmacist was busy filling the prescription, Jim slowly wandered further away looking around at the different displays. 

That is when I decided to give a closer inspection to the back of the place. As soon as I looked over the counter behind the pharmacist, my eyes felt on a desk near the wall. On it rested a framed picture of a girl of about seven or eight. The thing that struck me about the picture, was the fact that the child on it looked so much like my Sandy that it was uncanny. 

She had the same long blond hair and blue eyes; even her smile was the same. I just stood there in awe as I examined the picture, I was shocked and amazed by the resemblance with my daughter. It was as if I was looking at how Sandy would look in a year or so. How was that possible I asked myself?

All of a sudden, I couldn't help myself and I asked the pharmacist, who was still busy counting pills, if the child in the picture was his daughter.

" No, no! I have only two boys at home. This is Kathy; she is the daughter of Mr. Clarkson. She is a lovely child isn't she?"

"Yes she certainly is." 

I was simply too shocked to say anything, so I moved away pretending to look for an item on the shelve on my left.

But deep inside I suddenly felt sick. I kept asking myself how could this Kathy look so much like my own daughter, and where was my wife? I then had a very bad feeling, deep inside I suppose that I had a hint of a clue to the answers to both questions, but I wasn't ready to admit it to myself. All of a sudden, I felt a strong needed to get out of there, I walked toward Jim and I told him I was going to wait for him in the car.

While sitting there waiting for Jim, I began to think. Sandy looked nothing like Rachel, and she certainly had none of my facial features also. Rachel and I, both had brown eyes and dark brown hair, Sandy was blond. When she was a young child, all my friends kept making jokes about the color of her hair, some were even asking me if I was ordering pizza often at my house or what was the hair color the mailman. Of course these were only friendly jokes, and I didn't let these remarks bother me. But now it all came back to haunt me.

Was Sandy really my daughter or was she the daughter of Mr. Clarkson. The strange thing was that I had never once met or seen Karl Clarkson, so I didn't have a clue as to what he looked like, except for the fact that he had light color hair. Rachel had mentioned this to me a few times.

When Rachel and I were home later that evening, she noticed my quiet and pensive mood, she even asked me if there was something bothering me. Of course I didn't tell her that I had stopped at her place of work that day or what was on my mind. 

But I certainly would have like to learn where she was when I stopped there, but I kept my mouth shut about doubts. I knew I had to be carefully and not accuse her of something that might exist only in my imagination. More important still, I knew that I needed to get proofs so as to confirm or infirm my doubts about the parentage of my daughter.

You see it was extremely painful for me to even consider the possibility that my precious angel might not be my biological daughter. I loved my daughter more than anyone else in the world and I would have walk through fire for her. I tried to convince myself that it was probably just a coincidence that the two girls looked so much alike, but deep inside I experienced a growing suspicious that kept coming to the surface. 

Later that night, while I was in bed lying next to my wife, the full impact of the day's events finally hit me. 

If Sandy wasn't my daughter and if Karl Clarkson was her biological father, this implied that Rachel had been fucking him from the very beginning, when she first began working for him over six years earlier. 

I told myself that even today, it was more than probable she was still continuing her affair with her lover. The bitch, she had probably been cuckolding me during all those years. Even now, there was a good chance that she was still fucking him twice a week -- every time she was supposed to be working at the pharmacy. Once her workday is over, -- and after having fucked him to her heart content -- she is coming back home to me with a happy smile on her face while her cunt is still full of his cum. 

Each time she is returning home to me after having had sex with her boss, she is probably secretly enjoying the knowledge that she had just cuckolded me, knowing I suspect nothing of her affair. 

Yes, I had already noticed she always took a shower as soon as she came home, saying to me "I have to remove the smell on me of the different chemicals that I am in contact with". I knew now that she was rushing into the showers as soon as she came home so she could remove all traces of her recent infidelity within her cheating cunt.

The following day was Friday, since Rachel wasn't working that day; I drove to her place of work after dropping Jim at his house. I now wanted to see Karl Clarkson's face to face. Since he didn't know me, and since I had never seen him before, I felt that it was time I finally had a look at him. 

After asking the woman behind the cash where Mr. Clarkson was, I was told that he had already gone home, but she added that Mr. Manning, his assistant, could help me with my prescription. She pointed toward the back, I realized that she was indicating the same man that had filled Jim prescription the previous day. 

I told her that I would come back on another day since I had personal business with Mr. Clarkson. She then dropped a bombshell on me by adding that I should make sure that I didn't come on a Tuesday or a Thursday afternoon since he was never in the pharmacy at those times.

Of course I left without saying another word, I just nodded to indicate that I understood. What the hell was going on here, I said myself as soon as I was sitting in my car. 

Rachel had been hired to assist Mr. Clarkson on those two days. She was there to count pills for him and to help him with the filling of prescriptions -- at home she always referred to him as Mr. Clarkson -- and now I had just been told that on those two days of the week that she was working, he was taking the afternoon off. It just didn't make sense to me. 

What was Rachel doing on those afternoons? After all she was suppose to be helping her boss. The previous afternoon she was not there but she was supposed to be working, was she somewhere else with him? 

After the birth of Sandy I had been completely against her going back to work, but she kept insisting that she wanted this until I finally conceded. Now I had a very sour feeling about her job, and that child's picture that stood on the desk kept coming back into my mind to haunt me. 

In my mind, the wall of doubt about my wife's faithfulness was getting stronger all the time. Was she cheating on me with her boss or was it only my over active mind playing tricks on me?

That weekend at home with Rachel was the worst in my life. Every time I would look at her, I kept imagining her having sex with her boss. Of course, I couldn't place a face on him since I didn't know what he looked like exactly. Therefore, with my mind's eyes I saw him with interchangeable faces and body features, while he was having sex with her in all sorts of possible positions. To make matters worst still, I imagined them laughing at me and making jokes while they were fucking. 

Deep inside I felt that there was a good chance that Sandy was his daughter. Was he still fucking my wife behind my back? Could she even be working on her second child with him? All those years, she had been fucking him probably more often than I had. I now couldn't think of her without feeling my anger coming to the surface, I knew that from now on, each time I would look at her, I was going to experience the same frustration until I got proof of the contrary. 

Saturday morning while she was still sleeping next to me, I quietly looked at her. She was a beautiful woman indeed. Her long brown hair was spread on the pillow and she looked so peaceful with her sensual plump lips, which were slightly opened at the moment. I even felt a strong urge to kiss them, but soon the thought of what she was probably doing behind my back was enough to discourage me. 

Beside, I told myself, each time we make love; her cunt most probably still contained millions upon millions of these tiny little swimmers from her lover. Swimmers that he deposited in her cunt while causing intense illicit pleasure to the both of them. After all, doctors do claimed that these little swimmers can remain in the vagina of a woman for up to three or four days after having been deposited there.

This implied that each time I went down on her -- this did happened almost every time we made love -- I must have been swallowing an uncountable number of them. Worse still, one of them probably succeeded in making her pregnant with Sandy. 

As these thoughts and pictures of the two of them fucking unrolled inside my over active mind, just like a triple X movie, I became impossibly hard. At the same time I got angry, the love I once had for her was melting away like snow under the rays of the hot summer sun. 

Gradually, as the anger kept building inside me, I couldn't stop myself and I suddenly climbed on top of her, and before I knew it, I was on my knees between her legs. I roughly lifted her gown until it was above her waist, -- by then she was wide awake and looking at me with wide, frightened eyes -- without bothering to say a single word to her, I next aimed my cock between the lips of her cunt. In a single shove I pushed it all the way, deep within her unprepared cheating hole. 

For the next fifteen minutes I fucked her. I don't know if she enjoyed it or whether she had an orgasm or not, but I didn't care. It was not my intention to make love to her since I didn't feel like loving her, I was just using the body of the whore I now believed her to be.

We didn't talk at all until noon that day, and when the three of us were sitting around the table, I mostly talked to my daughter. As soon as Rachel had done the dishes, -- Sandy was playing outside then -- I pulled my wife toward the couch and I fucked her again, from behind this time. 

I don't know why I was doing this, but all that I know is that I felt lot of anger toward her, and for some reasons that I couldn't even explain to myself, I would get very hard each time I went near her. 

I suppose that in my subconscious, it was my way to seek revenge on her for giving to another man what was rightfully mine only. It was as if my body was trying to even the score and working on getting more fucks out of her than her boss had. 

In bed that night, I woke her in the middle of the night to fuck her. There was no kissing and no soft words, just straight fucking.

For some reason, Rachel never complained about the way I was treating her. That fact all by itself was telling me more than anything else. She had something to hide and was trying to buy herself out of trouble by allowing me to have all the sex I wanted with her. In other word she had a skeleton in her closet. 

I know that she certainly wasn't enjoying any of my fucking, judging by the expressions on her face each time I would ram myself into her. I didn't see any love or pleasure there, but I certainly did detect fear. 

Of course, I had never acted that way before with her while making love. Each time we made love, it was always with our mutual consent and enjoyment, now I was just using her body like a man use a whore. Why was I treating her this way? After all I had no tangible proof yet that she had been cheating. I didn't even understand myself why I was acting this way, all I knew was that I had that strong urge to cause her pain. 

I suppose that her lack of protest from my treatment was mostly due to fear, but why should she fear me her husband, unless of course she had something to hide. She just wanted my raping her to be over with so that we could go on with our usual daily affairs at home. I could tell she was afraid of getting into a discussion with me, afraid to discover that I knew her dark secret. She was buying peace by being submissive to me and enduring all the humiliation I was imposing on her.

As the days went on, I became still more convinced that she was fucking around on me with her boss, I was now also convinced that her affair with her boss had been going on for years. The love that I always felt for her was just about gone now, it had gradually being replaced by a growing desire to seek vengeance on her and her lover. 

All my life I have always been a gentle and caring husband, I considered myself a good lover with my wife, now I was simply using her body to satisfy my needs without any consideration for hers. I didn't feel bad about what I was doing to her since I no longer considered her as my loving wife. I suppose it all boiled down to the fact that I was trying to get a little payback from her by being selfish and rough while fucking her.

The more this went on, the more I detected apprehension and fear in her expression. One evening, as she quietly sat in front of me around the kitchen table, I watched her as she quietly ate. I could tell that she suspected that I knew something about her affair with this Karl, she was now probably afraid to bring the matter into the open and have a frank discussion with me. Why was she afraid? I didn't know exactly since I have never been a violent man. Could it be that she wasn't ready to break up her marriage with me? She wanted to retain the security of being married to me as well as the excitement -- or was it the love -- of her affair with her boss.

Sunday afternoon I fucked her again twice on the couch while Sandy was playing outside with her friends. Later than afternoon, - while we were both pretending to watch television -- I thought of a plan to check up on her and finally try to get proofs of her cheating. 

I made up my mind then that I was going to take the day off on the following Tuesday and follow her to her place of work. I was pretty certain that she and her lover weren't fucking at the pharmacy, so they had to go somewhere else to cuckold me. I thus planned to ask Jim to lend me his truck on that day so that I could follow her without being observed. 

Tuesday morning, I dressed in my working cloths just like usual then I drove to pick Jim at his house. Once there, I gave him the key to my car and I took off in his truck. I drove back to my house parking the truck just a few houses away from home so that I could see my house easily. Half an hour later, I saw Rachel getting into her car with Sandy and I discretely followed her to Sandy's school where my daughter got off. She then drove directly to the pharmacy. I parked Jim's truck on the other side of the street and I waited patiently while listening to the radio. 

I don't know exactly what I was expecting would happen but I just knew that something would. From where I was, I could see her red Toyota and most of the parking spaces next to the pharmacy. I was determined to stay there all day if need be.

Barely half an hour after she had entered the pharmacy, I saw a black SUV driving into the parking lot and the driver parked in the space next to my wife's Toyota. A tall, well dressed, blond hair man of around thirty five, got out of the vehicle and entered the pharmacy using his key on a private door that opened next to the parking lot. 

The moment I saw him getting out of his car, I knew he was the father of the little girl I had seen in the framed picture. It suddenly hit me; this man was probably also the biological father of Sandy, this . . . asshole was my wife's lover. He was the one who had been cuckolding me for the last six years. 

I felt a strong urge to run after him and beat the hell out of him, then go inside and beat the shit out of my wife also, but the time for expressing my rage that way was pass and gone. I was at least six years too late. It would have been fine to do this after she had fuck him the first or second time even, then maybe, just maybe there could have been a chance my marriage could have survive her cheating, but not after six years of fucking him at a possible rate of two times each week. No, now was the time to get rid of her as well as to make both of them pay for what they had done to me. Payback was definitely on my mind now.




Cheaters Always Pay the Price



I waited patiently in Jim's truck until noon. All of a sudden, I saw the same door swing open and Rachel and the blond asshole got out of the building. They both had smiles on their face and to someone not knowing them, they looked like a happy couple. 

They both got into his SUV and they drove away. The black SUV was easy to follow since my wife's lover seamed in no hurry. Fifteen minutes later they were driving on a country road that led toward the lake. Another ten minutes and I watched them turning into the entrance of a nice logs cottage right on the shore of the lake.

I parked Jim's truck on the side of the road half a mile further, then I walked back toward the logs cottage. A tall, well trimmed, cedar hedge except for the side facing the lake surrounded it. I thus knew that I had nothing to fear from being observed by the neighbors since the tall hedge would give me plenty of privacy. 

I slowly walked around the house until I heard noises coming from an open widow on the left side of the cottage. After carefully approaching the half open window, which came to the height of my shoulders, I looked inside. 

It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the half darkness in the room, but after a while I could clearly see the shapes of a naked woman and that of a man on a bed. They were both naked and already enjoying themselves.

He was on his back and my wife was between his legs sucking his cock. The noises that I had heard previously, were his soft words of encouragement as well as the noises of suction and licking she was making. 

As he enjoyed her mouth around his cock, he had both of his hands on her heavy breasts, pressing and rolling them together. Then I watched him holding her boobs, one in each hand as if they were the cups of her bra. 

While my wife was pleasuring him with her mouth, I carefully examined his features. I could now understand why the bastard had been able to seduce her. He was about my age, tall and very handsome with a very athletic looking body. His cock was thick and while she performed her deed on him, he constantly whispered to her in a soft and deep voice, telling her words of encouragement as she eagerly sucked on his cock. 

His thick blond and slightly curly hair, was partially covering his eyes, it was evident at this moment that he was experiencing much pleasure from my wife's lips around his erection, judging from the rhythmically shoving of his trim body. Looking carefully into his face, I could now detect the resemblance with Sandy, my daughter. He had the same delicate nose that she had, and of course the same hair and eyes color.

There were no longer any doubts in my mind now, Karl Clarkson was the biological father of Sandy; he had conceived her with my supposedly faithful wife. All those years, she led me to believe that I was Sandy's father and thus making a fool out of me. My wife and her lover must have been laughing at me. In their eyes, I was the biggest cuckold there can be since I was unknowingly raising the child of another man. 

For all that I knew they were probably working on another child right now. But I loved my daughter. In my mind she was still my daughter and would always be, no one was going to take her away from me.

But it was still an enormous shock to watch my wife making love with another man. This is certainly not something that I would recommend to any husband. It made me extremely angry and sad even if it did turn me on somewhat, at the same time I was at a loss as to what to do next. 

I watched them on the bed for a long time as she pleased him with her mouth. Before he had time to cum, she got on her back and they began to fuck in the missionary position while exchanging spit. 

Soon she began writhing beneath him, then her back began to arch toward him so that he could reach deeper inside her cheating hole. After a while, I heard her making a guttural moan as she squeal in delight while they both came together amid his loud panting. They both experienced a simultaneous long orgasm, which ended amid his loud grunting, and her long sighs and moans. I had never heard her making such sounds before. 

They rested for long minutes after this first fuck. My wife was on her back, her legs still half opened while he remained, fast breathing, stretched next to her. They soon began talking in a low voice, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. 

After a couple of minutes he mounted her again. This time she had her thighs pressed to her chest. He held them there as he took position once again between her parted legs. 

As he fucked her that way, I observed her head moving from side-to-side while her eyes were pressed tightly shut in ecstasy. Soon she began to mumble incoherent words which gradually changed to moans of pleasure. 

The bastard fucking my wife was now half bent forward over her while her legs were pressed against the length of her body. He was partly supporting himself with his arms as he plunged his thick cock deep into her juicy and squishing pussy. 

After a couple of minutes, her legs gradually opened around the outside of his upper arms and her knees began to push against his shoulders. In that new position, I could now see her pussy being stretched and dripping with their combine juice and all the time he kept on fucking her hard and fast with his hard tool.

After long minutes of copulating that way, I observed all the signs that they were once again in the grip of an other intense orgasm. Even though I had an erection, I felt a strong urge to throw up. I had to move a couple of yards away from the window since I was afraid that the noise that I made while retching would reveal my presence. 

I got back to the window five or six minutes later, he was now on his knees between her legs and licking her cunt. Then, much to my horror I distinctly heard her asking him to fuck her in the ass. 

I became even more depressed and sad when I heard this. I had often tried to coax her into letting me take her rear hole when we made love, but she never would let me touch her there. It ripped my heart out when I heard her ask him to do exactly what she had always denied me. To hear her beg another man to fuck her ass was the final blow to my pride. 

She got on her hands and knees even before he could reply. Then I saw him take position on his knees behind her. Using his left hand, he took hold of his erection, which he rubbed again a couple of time between her cunt's lips, then he aimed it against her rear hole. 

At that moment, just before he got into position behind her, I experienced a strong urge to shout at him so as to make him stop. Instead, I had to watch him open her butt's cheeks with both hands and gradually moved his body forward while aiming the tip of his cock over her rear hole. 

He had no trouble at all pushing the thick head into her ass; it became evident to me that he had often fucked that hole before. 

I couldn't believe my ears and eyes when I observe her reaction to the presence of his cock in her rear hole. She kept pushing back against him while at the same time demanding that he shove it deeper. After a couple of seconds, she reached between her legs and griped his balls with her right hand, she proceeded to squeeze them while pulling as if trying to force him deeper within her rectum. 

After fucking her a long time that way, he finally came into her rear hole -- judging by the spasmodic tightening of his butt -- and as soon as he pulled out of her, they both felt on their back next to each other.

They rested thus for a long time, then I listen to them as they talked. They were both making fun of me, Rachel told him that I had often beg her to let me take her ass, but she has always refused her ass to me since it belonged to him only. 

As I listen to her telling her lover why she had always refused her ass to me, it took all of my will power to remain calm. I had to fight a strong urge to show myself, an urge to climb through the opened window and strangle her. She had happily and most willingly given to another man what should have been rightfully mine only. 

The only thing that prevented me from rushing into the bedroom and creating pain to both of them, was the promises that I made to myself at that moment. The very next time that I was going to be with Nancy, I was going to take her rear hole, with or without her consent. 

I had to pull away from the window for a while so that I could no longer hear what they were saying about me. By now I was crying and I felling sorry for myself, of course this further served to feed my anger toward both of them. 

At that moment, I regretted the fact that I hadn't brought a camera with me and thus have access to proofs of her cheating. 

By now I knew that I was going to file for divorce, I needed convincing arguments of her cheating in front of the judge and try and get custody of Sandy. Seeing your wife, the woman that you love, secretly having sex with another man is a devastating experience. I could no longer endure to watch them or listen to what they were saying, so I quietly walked back to the truck.

Rachel came home at her usual time after work that day. She immediately went upstairs to take a shower while I finished preparing supper for the family just like I usually did on those days she was working. We didn't talk much to one another but we both paid much attention to Sandy who was telling us all about her day at school.

That same night, while we were in bed I used her body again. She tried to protest and to prevent me from having sex with her but I simply climbed on top of her and didn't let her weak protest stop me. At first she tried to talk me out of it, claiming that she was sore from all the fucking I done with her recently, but when she realized she couldn't convince me, she gave up and let me have my way with her body. 

After fucking her in the missionary position, I made her place herself on her hand and knees on the bed and I proceeded to fuck her from behind. A few minutes later, I held her tight with my right arm around her waist, then pulling myself out of her cunt, I used my left hand to guide the head of my cock against her rear hole. 

The instant she realized what was my intention, she began to try to move away from me. But by now I had both hands around her hips while part of my body weight was pinning her down, thus she couldn't move away from me. 

With a single shove I felt the head of my cock entering her rectum. She was now begging me to stop, claiming that I was too big for her. But I knew otherwise. In my mind I still had the images of her lover taking her in the same hole I was trying to enter right now, and this barely five or six hours earlier. I figured that by now her rear hole was probably a main highway for his cheating cock, so why should I not use it also? 

Another shove then I was all the way inside her shit hole. 

It was a first for me and I must say that I found the experience very satisfying. It felt extremely tight and snug inside her bottom, I even felt sorry that I hadn't insist more strongly on fucking her there before today. 

When she realized that there was no use protesting, she gave up trying to prevent me from using her this way and she stopped struggling. 

I couldn't say if she was enjoying what I was doing to her, -- I didn't care one iota if she got some sort of pleasure out of it or not -- she simply remained still and let me have my way with her bottom. Therefore I kept pumping until I was able to release a huge load of cum in her. 

The following morning was a Wednesday and Rachel wasn't working that day. She was in her gown and sitting at the table eating breakfast with Sandy and me. Once in a while, I caught her looking at me when she thought I was busy eating. She had a strange expression on her face. I suppose that she now strongly suspected that I knew something about her affair with her boss. I could even detect a hit of fear in her look. 

That evening, while she was putting away the dishes in the kitchen, I told her about a fictitious worker at the plant. He had surprised his wife with another man the previous week. I told her that he has beaten her to within an inch of her life when he discovered her affair. I also added that his friends at the plant, were planning to give a lesson to her lover by beating the shit out of him. 

After quietly listening to what I said, she looked at me with wide eyes, then she asked me if I thought this was the right thing to do. I explained to her that the woman had no business cheating on her husband, it was only fair that they both, the wife and her lover, should pay for the disrespect that they had shown toward the husband marriage. 

Tuesday. Again I took the afternoon off and I borrow Jim's truck once more. After eating my lunch in the truck at noon, I drove to the cottage by the lake and sure enough Karl's black SUV was there parked in the driveway. This time I had my video camera with me and I was prepared to film the proof of their cheating. 

I needed that proof not only to help me get custody of Sandy but also to show to Karl's wife. Yes it was my intention to hurt him as much as I could; he was going to pay for the illicit excitement he got out of his affair with my wife.

For a while I had seriously thought about having a DNA test done on Sandy and myself then use it as proof of her infidelity. But then, I realized that even if I did prove that I was not Sandy's biological father, that fact would also give my wife ammunition in court so as to take Sandy away from me. Instead, I opted to pretend to be ignorant of that fact and hoped that the video of them having sex together would be enough.

They were on the bed fucking again just like I had seen them the previous time. But now I got everything they did on video. While filming them, I heard Karl tell my wife that he was making sure that his wife would never get her driving permit, that way she couldn't follow him. Later, Rachel told him that I had been acting strangely for the last few days, but she was careful not to mention the fact that I had been fucking her ass.

She also added that she now feared that I might be suspecting the truth about their affair. I could tell also that this revelation was making Karl very nervous.

When I figured that I had enough footage of the cheating bitch and her lover, I drove home to prepare supper just like I usually did each time she was working. She usually finishes work at 6 and arrives home fifteen minutes later. So I now knew that on those days she was suppose to be working, she and Karl must have been fucking from 2:30pm to 5:30pm. 

While I prepared supper for my soon to be broken up family that same evening, I made up my mind that I was going to make use of that fear they both seemed to have of me. 

I am not a violent man, but I suppose the story I made up about the man working at the plant who had beaten up his wife because of her cheating, did scare the shit out of her. This, and also the fact I was now using her body like the whore she was, probably had a lot to do to contribute to the projection of that image she was now getting of me.

I thus continued to be demanding of her at home, showing her little love and fucking her a lot. I even took much pleasure in fucking her ass and mouth every time I felt like it. She no longer protested when I did this and I knew that her fear of me was responsible for her acceptance to be treated this way. 

I figured she was now bidding for time, time for something to happen which was going to liberate her from me. She was probably looking forward to having me serve with divorce papers and thus be free to run to her lover permanently. 

On Wednesday of the same week that I had film her, while we were eating supper, I talked to her again about the cuckolded husband from work. I told her that he finally had had his revenge against the man that had been fucking his wife. I explained to her that the woman's lover was now in the hospital and in a very bad condition. Of course he only got what he deserved I told her. 

Then feeding even more the fire of her fear, I added that the cheated husband was filling for divorce as well as for custody of his children. 

I could tell that Rachel was shocked upon hearing this. As she quietly continued eating I could see her hands trembling. 

When she got home from her afternoon of fucking the following day, she seemed nervous, I could read fear in her eyes. Then, as we were eating supper I began to ask her questions about her work. Who exactly her boss was, how he looked like, how many children he had and so on. 

I had never shown any interest in him before this day, therefore my inquiring about her boss had the effect of making her feel bad and making me feels good. I even asked her what she did exactly at the pharmacy and how she liked working there. Then, so as to plant still more doubts and add more fuel to her fear, I added that I might stop by and visit her at her place of work one of these days. 

It was evident now that she was visibly shocked, but she didn't say anything, she just looked at me with a strange expression and slowly nodded.

That evening while fucking her, I asked her if she has ever cheated on me. Of course she immediately proclaimed her complete fidelity to me, but I did feel her body trembling as she cried softly while I fucked her. I pretended not to notice anything. 

She never dared to deny me anything in bed from then on. I fucked her when and how I felt like doing it and also as often as I wanted, I never had it so good with her body. By now I knew she could tell that I had lost all the respect I once had for her. 

Still, she never complained once about the way I was treating her, even though she must have realized that the love I once had for her had completely evaporated.

That weekend. I took her out to eat with Sandy. We were acting like a loving family, but even Sandy could tell that her mother had changed in the last couple of weeks. My daughter now always came to me with her questions and hugging and never to her mother.

That evening in the restaurant, we were just about done eating when Sandy went to the washroom. Since we were alone, I took the opportunity to ask Rachel if there was something bothering her and if she wanted to talk to me about it.

"You know what is the problem Roger. I don't know what has gotten into you in the last couple of weeks, but you are not making love to me any longer, you are rapping me."

"When was the last time that you made love to me Sandy? I don't mean for you to tell me when was the last time you gave your body to me, no tell me when you really made love to me the last?"

She was now looking at me with deep concern written all over her face. It was clear that in her cheating heart she now felt a spark of remorse, but at the same time it was evident that it was not in her plans to admit anything to me.

Even if she had confessed her cheating and begged forgiveness, I certainly wouldn't have forgiven her. It was way too late for that now. What she had done to our marriage, to me and yes to Sandy also, was impossible to forgive.

"You know that I love you Roger. But for the last couple of weeks I haven't seen love in your eyes when you are with me, you have been abusing me."

Then I threw a knock out punch at her.

"Tell me Rachel, are you cheating on me? If you are, then we, as a couple are over and you will never see our daughter again, I can guarantee you that."

I had finally said it, the cat was out of the bag now. She looked at me for long seconds, too stunned to say anything and even as we both stared at each other, I could see the tears forming in her eyes. All of a sudden she took her purse and ran out of the restaurant.

I paid the bill and waited for Sandy to come out of the washroom. When we got outside to the car, Rachel was standing there waiting for us. Her eyes were red but she was no longer crying.




Cheaters Always Pay the Price



As soon as Sandy was sleeping that same evening, I fucked my wife on the couch. While I was still deep within her, I told her that if she ever cheated on me I would get even with her and she was going to pay for it for the rest of her life. She cried as I fucked her but she never replied. In my mind I could still see the images of her fucking Karl and I got rough as I used her body. 

The next Monday I went to see my boss and I asked for two weeks off. He was reluctant at first to give them to me but when I explained that I had a family crisis, he finally agreed.

That same afternoon I drove to Karl's house. Once I was parked in front of his house, I remained seated for long minutes thinking about my next move. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do but I figured that it was time for me to meet his wife and tell her what the score was. 

I could see her in the backyard near the pool. She seemed taller than Rachel; she had light brown hair similar to that of my wife. 

I finally found the courage to get out of my car and after opening the door of the fence, I slowly walked into the backyard. As came closer to her, I noticed she was wearing beige shorts and an yellow tank top. She was an extremely good looking woman with long legs and a shape that any woman would be proud to have. She was busy moving the chairs around the pool. As soon as I stood in front of her I introduce myself.

" I am Roger Welden, my wife Rachel is working for your husband at the pharmacy."

She gave me a strange look for a few seconds then a smile appeared on her lips as she shook my hand.

"Yes of course, I have heard of Rachel. I have never met her, but my husband does mention her sometimes. I am Claudine Clarkson."

She was smiling at me as we shook hand and I could tell she had a pleasant personality. I then realized that she knew nothing about her husband's affair with my wife. Of course, what I was about to say to her was going to be devastating, but there was no way around it, she had to learn the truth. So I figured it would be better if I got to the point immediately. After all I wasn't there for a social visit.

"Mrs. Clarkson, what I have to tell you will causes you much pain, but you must be told about this. I am afraid that your husband and my wife have been cheating on us and this has been going on for many years."

She remained speechless with her mouth partly open for long seconds as she examined me intensely. Then I saw tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. 

As she stood there motionless in front of me, she suddenly brought both of her hands over her mouth in shock. But before I could continue with what I had to tell her, she finally asked me if I had proof of what I was saying.

"Yes I have proof of their affair. I have pictures of them together in your cottage by the lake and I am afraid there is much more. Their affair has been going on for over six years now and to make matters worse, I am pretty sure also that your husband is the biological father of my daughter."

All of a sudden she went into a fit of crying, I had to help her get inside the house. I made her sit on the couch and waited a few minutes until she calmed down a little. As I sat there in front of her, I took out a picture of my daughter from my wallet and I handled it to her.

"This is Sandy my daughter, can you see the remarkable resemblance to your husband? Look, she has the same blond hair, the same slim nose and high cheekbones. As a matter of fact she looks a lot like your own daughter."

There was a picture of her daughter on the mantel of the fireplace. I got up and took it and placed both pictures next to each other's in front of her on the coffee table.

"Look at the resemblance Mrs.Clarkson. They could almost pass for twins. We don't have to proceed with DNA tests to see that they are related. Anyone can tell they are sisters."

By now Claudine had stopped crying, she had both pictures in her hands and kept staring at them. Finally she lifted her eyes toward me and said in a desperate voice.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know about you, but I am divorcing my wife and I want custody of my daughter."

"Yes, I suppose this it the only fair solution for you. For a long time I have been having doubts that Karl was cheating on me, after all I am the one doing the laundry. I will make him pay for what he did."

"You should get a lawyer Mrs. Clarkson. If you want I will give you copies of the pictures I already have of them together. But we have to wait a couple of days before letting them know that we are aware of their affair. I will explain why."

I then went to my car to get the tape and we watched part of it together. My wife was having sex with her husband. Claudine cried some more then after a few minutes she begged me to stop the tape. 

Once she had calmed down a little, I went on to explain to her what I intended to do. On my request, she finally agreed to wait a few days before letting her husband know that she was leaving him.

On Tuesday I had a talk with my lawyer. He explained to me that even with the pictures of my cheating wife that I had, it would be very difficult for me to get custody of Sandy, especially if I wasn't her biological father. He explained that all that my wife had to do was to get a DNA test performed on Sandy and prove that I wasn't her biological father. He also added that if she did bring that argument in court, then I could sue Karl for all those years of child support. But I would still lose custody of Sandy in the process.

I certainly didn't want this to happen, therefore I told him to stop everything for now. I had to find a way to force her hand into running away from home and leaving Sandy with me. It was thus that I began to formulate a plan to do just that.

If I could get her to go away with her lover, even if it was only for a few days, then she would loose her right of obtaining custody of our daughter in the eventuality of our separation. After all, there hadn't been any DNA tests performed yet proving I was not Sandy's father, and a mother that went away on a fling with another man would look very bad in the eye of a judge. 

When Rachel came home from work, she looked like shit. My daughter was in the yard playing with friends and before Rachel had a chance to take a shower; I followed her to our bedroom. As soon as she was partly undressed, having only her bra and panties on, I grabbed her and tore both remaining garments from her.

Of course she looked scared and she begged me to let her take a shower first, but her pleas felt on deaf ears. By now she was used to my acting this way with her, she knew by my habit of the last week, that once I had set my mind on having sex with her, there was no use for her to protest. I no longer cared for her feeling and for the last week or so I had been treating her like the slut she was.

As soon as I placed my hand on her cunt I detected the proof of her cheating. Her lips were slippery and dripping. When she realized that I now knew her secret, she began to cry and she begged me to forgive her.

I didn't say a word, instead -- so as to appease my anger somewhat -- I fucked her cunt as well as her ass for the next half hour, then I made her suck my cock. She let me have my way with her body and she did everything I asked of her. 

As soon as I was done with her, she tried to talk to me. She kept saying how sorry she was, but I just looked at her without saying a word. 

When she realized that I wouldn't talk to her, she finally told me that she was going to stop her affair with Karl and leave her job. She even claimed that she loved only me and if I was willing to forgive her, she was going to make it up to me. 

It was easy to see she was lying. After having heard what she had said about me while in the cottage with her lover, I knew she had no intention of leaving him. No, she was only trying to gain time. It was clear that she had now made up her mind to leave me for Karl and the only thing stopping her from leaving immediately, was Sandy and her fear of my immediate reaction.

I knew that if I wanted force her to run away with her boss, I had to feed that fear. She had to fear for her safety as well as for that of her lover. Therefore, I told her in a very calm voice that I would never forgive her for cheating on me and that my vengeance on her and on Karl also was going to be very painful. 

Of course I didn't say anything about the fact that I was not Sandy's father.

The next day, while Sandy was in school, I fucked my wife for half the afternoon. There was no love involved and she knew my fucking her was not an act of reconciliation but one of punishment. 

Later that afternoon I drove to Claudine's house. On my recommendation she had retained the services of the same lawyer that I had. 

She told me he had already completed much of the paper work for both divorces. She also said her husband had been acting strangely during the last twenty-four hours. She saw him placing boxes in his SUV when he though she was in the yard. She felt pretty certain that he was secretly planning to leave her.

I made her understand that this was the best thing that could happen to her since she would then get automatic custody of her daughter if he did that. Abandoning his family met he was going to loose everything. He was going to look very bad in front of a judge if it should come to that.

Naturally Rachel didn't go to work that Tuesday, she said to me that she had quit her job and she had no intention of ever talking to Karl again. I didn't give a bird's feather for her promise, for one thing I knew she was lying and also I had no intention of staying married to her much longer. 

Later that day, I noticed that she had discretely pack things from her walk-in, therefore I knew that she was also planning on leaving me very soon. But I had no intention on letting her take Sandy with her.

So as to accelerate her already strong desire to run away with her lover, I decided to continue to feed still more fear into her sick mind. 

I fucked her for half the afternoon then I explained to her that I was going to take care of Karl the following week. When she asked me what was my intention about our marriage, I simply told her that as soon as I had taken care of her lover, I was going to decide what to do with her. 

I could see the fear in her eyes as she quietly looked at me for long seconds. I still can't understand why she took to the idea that I could be violent with her. In all the years we had been together -- before I discovered her affair with her boss -- not once had I ever threatened to be violent with her. 

Of course in the last couple of weeks I had been having sex with her in such a way that no tender and loving husband should. I no longer cared for her pleasure one bit and I wasn't bothering myself to ask her, if she was willing or not to have sex with me. I was just using her body like the cheating slut she was. Had she resisted me a little more each time I took her against her will, I would never have resort to force with her. 

I am not a violent man by nature and before these last two weeks I had always been very gentle with her, in bed and during our everyday relationship. But once I discovered she had broken her marriage vows over six years ago and was still doing it, the love I once had for her just evaporated and I became another man. Not a violent man but a sad and angry one.

The following day, I drove Sandy to school and I had a talk with the lady in charge of her school. I explained to her that my wife was planning to run away with another man and there was a good chance that she was going to try to kidnap my daughter. Under no circumstance was she allowed to let my daughter be removed from school by my wife or anyone else. I explained to her that each day, I was going to drive her to school and then later I was going to pick her inside the school where she was to wait for me.

As soon as I got back home after leaving Sandy in school, I had sex with my wife for a long time. I figured that she was just about ready to leave me and I knew that this was probably the last time I was fucking her cheating cunt. She didn't even try to protest when I pulled her jeans down. She even seemed to enjoy what I was doing to her. 

Later in the afternoon, I drove to Claudine's house. I knew that while I was away from home, my wife was going to use the phone and have a talk with Karl, but I was counting on this since I was hoping that they would execute their plan of running away together. I wanted her out of my life and I wanted him as far away from me as possible. 

Serving my cheating wife with divorce papers was no longer an option to me since there was a good chance that she would take Sandy from me in the process. Instead, it was my intention to force her to run away with Karl and thus leave her daughter behind, even if it was only for a few days.

I was my intention to move at the other end of the country with my daughter if she did that.

Claudine was crying when I got to her house. She said Karl had taken most of his clothing from the house and he took off without telling her where he was going. I now realized that he had been waiting for me to leave my house so that he could get Rachel. But I wanted to make sure that they didn't take Sandy with them, so I immediately drove to Sandy's school. 

As soon as I got there I saw Karl's car driving in front of the school. He was with my wife, they both saw me park my car in front of the school and as soon as they saw me they drove away very fast. My daughter was still inside the school and I took her home with me.

Later I explained to Sandy that her mother would be gone for a while since she had to go away to visit a sick relative.

The next day I changed all the locks of the doors and later I went to see my lawyer to tell him that Rachel had abandoned her family and ran away with her lover. After that, I drove to see a real estate agent so that he could put my house on the market. 

I explained that I wanted the house sold fast. Since it was in my name only I knew that there wouldn't be any problem with the paper work. 

That same evening I phoned Claudine, she was crying. She said her husband had left her a note on her bed, in it he explained that he was leaving her because he had fallen in love with someone else. He also explained that the previous week he had talked to his lawyer and the house and cottage were now in her name only, he had also left a small amount of cash in the bank for her. 

I felt very sorry for her and somehow I felt a little responsible for what was happening to her. Then I explained to her that my daughter Sandy, missed the presence of her mother in the house and since I was about to order a large pizza and salad, I begged her to bring Kathy and come eat with us. 

Less than fifteen minutes later, Claudine and Kathy were in my house. I think that asking them to come eat with us at our house was the best decision I ever made. You see my daughter and Kathy got along extremely well together and Kathy's presence did fill in part the void caused by the absence of her mother. As for me, I found the company of Claudine very revealing and comforting, we all had a very pleasant evening. 

From there, things developed very fast, Claudine and I soon became very good friends. She sold her cottage and her house and then she moved in with me after a couple of weeks. We were now a nice family and to anyone not knowing us, we were a married couple with two beautiful daughters.

As soon as I found a buyer for my house, I explained to Claudine that we should move away so that our respective spouse wouldn't be able to find us if they should try to do so.

Less than a month after Rachel had left me, I was living in Texas with Claudine and the two girls. Over the years, I built a nice house in a medium size town and I discovered that I could make a lot of money as a house contractor. I am now doing just that now, I even have five men working for me.

It now makes five years that Claudine and I moved in Texas, we had a baby boy last year and everyone here believe that we are a happy married couple and that Sandy and Kathy are our two daughters. 

As for Rachel and Karl, well we have never heard from them during all those years and we are both hoping we never will. I suppose that by now they must have realized that cheaters always pay the price. After all, they each lost all contact of their respective daughter because of their affair.

Life is very sweet for us now.