81 comments/ 339693 views/ 36 favorites Cheater By: Goldeniangel author's note: in keeping with some of the requests and feedback that I've received for stories in this category, I've tried to write this story with a theme of anger/betrayal rather than the so called "wimp husband". I may continue this story as well if people would like... ----------------------- Bradley was confused when he found the unmarked tape among his wife's things in their closet... he'd finally gotten around to cleaning out their room and organizing everything, the way that she'd been nagging him to, and this was something he was sure he'd never seen before. They'd made some erotic tapes together of special nights of course, but those were all kept in the box under his bed... he'd even watched a couple of them for fun while he was organizing. Why would Suzie have an unmarked tape so carefully hidden behind her shoes? Suspicion warred with the trust that he put in his wife... the trust and love that made a marriage what it was. Still, he told himself that the reason he was going to watch it was for curiosity, not suspicion. As the tape came on he realized that suspicion would have been the better choice. It was Suzie, laid out on the bed with her legs high in the air... she was wearing garters, thigh-high stockings and a pair of stiletto heels. Between her legs bobbed the head of a man... a blonde man, with much lighter hair than his own. It wasn't possible that the man so energetically eating her out was him. Still, Bradley reminded himself to calm, to stop the initial spurt of rage that was going through his head as she began to play with her nipples, pinching them while she moaned outrageously and encouraged "Chuck" to suck on her clit. Perhaps this wasn't so bad... perhaps this was from a time before they were married... she did look a little younger in this after all. Not that much younger though, his reluctant mind told him... not young enough to have been from before their wedding. Still, every part of him wanted to deny it, except maybe his fists which were clenched in rage. Shockingly his dick seemed to be revolting against the rest of him too... he couldn't deny that she was beautiful, even though it was another man between her legs. She looked incredibly erotic as she twisted her nipples, wailing as she started to cum while her breasts jiggled and her flushed face thrashed from side to side. If he'd been there he'd have wanted to slam his dick so deep into her... but it wasn't him. It was "Chuck" who lifted his smug face from between her legs, kissing up her stomach to those gorgeous breasts... "Chuck" who murmured something in her ear that made her moan. Bradley watched with his stomach curdling while "Chuck" pressed his dick into Bradley's wife's pussy. Her eager, wet, recently orgasmic pussy... Bradley watched while Chuck began to move in and out, he knew just how much Chuck was enjoying that fantastic pussy. Not only did he have first hand experience, but he could see it on Chuck's face too... the pleasure as her pussy wrapped around his hard dick, caressing and squeezing it... Suzie had amazing control over her inner muscles. One time she'd tied Bradley up, sat on top of him and made him cum just from the way her pussy massaged his dick. It had been a long, aching, but also incredibly exquisite experience, both astounding torture and pleasure. Now it was some other man fucking that amazing pussy... that amazing MARRIED pussy, the pussy that was supposed to belong SOLELY to Bradley! Of course Bradley didn't begrudge Suzie previous lovers, he hadn't come to the marriage a virgin and she hadn't either. Although he would have been hurt that she'd kept a tape of another man, there was possibly even something understandable in that, especially if it had been a very special experience. Not that he would have ever wanted her to WATCH the tape again... but there was no way this was before their wedding. She didn't look THAT much younger... no this was more recent than that. Still, not something that had happened the other day... but she'd cheated on him. While they were MARRIED. He watched as she moaned and bucked underneath Chuck, encouraging him to fuck her harder... those same ecstatic moans that Bradley had heard just the night before. She writhed and humped, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusting dick... her orgasm was long and hard and still he was fucking in and out of her heated hole. Then, suddenly, it happened. Chuck pulled out of her pussy, his dick an angry red and very hard. Putting the lubricated member at her asshole, he began to push in, and Suzie's ecstatic cries abruptly changed. "NO! Chuck I don't do that!" she protested, trying to struggle against him, but it was useless when he was on top of her and one of her legs was thrown over his shoulder like that. He ignored her cries, pushing deeper and deeper into her ass, deflowering it... Bradley suddenly knew exactly when this happened, exactly what he was watching. Four years ago he'd gone on a business trip that had lasted five months. Five long excruciating months without his wife, without any sexual comforts other than his own hand... when he'd returned Suzie had been so excited to see him. They'd fucked like rabbits all weekend, and out of no where she'd asked him if he'd like to fuck her ass. Not only that, but she enjoyed it immensely, despite the fact that it was something she'd never wanted to do. He'd only asked a few times, being more curious than anything... and it had been fantastic and it was something that they'd continued. Right now, he was watching the reason for that. She'd cheated on him during those five long months, that time period that he'd been so faithful to her... and not only that, but she'd continued the new activities that she'd learned after he'd gotten back home. Rage filled him as her moans changed on screen, he could see that she was starting to get into the anal fucking, Chuck was reaming out her ass, buggering her like a pro. His hand slid down in between her legs, rubbing her pussy harder and harder as he fucked her ass... Bradley knew just how it felt, to be buried in that tight elastic ass, with the inner muscles rippling around him. What made it worse was that he'd been completely convinced that he was the first one in there, it had been something special that had been just between them because he knew it was something that she hadn't done with any previous boyfriends or lovers. Now that was sullied too... their marriage, their intimacy, their sex... she'd ruined everything! And he'd stayed so faithful to her over that time period, blew off so many gorgeous women who'd been hitting on him, masturbated every night as he thought longingly of his perfect wife! That BITCH! The tape ended as Suzie screamed in orgasm, her tight ass clamping down on Chuck's dick and sucking the cum from it. He was completely embedded in her ass, groaning loudly about what a slut she was, how hot she was, how tight her ass was. When the picture suddenly turned to blackness and grey lines, Bradley realized that he was incredibly hard, despite his anger and the intense hurt. Closing his eyes he wrapped his hand around his hard dick and pumped vigerously, although he tried to imagine himself with Suzie, or himself with another woman, or anything else... the picture of Chuck fucking his wife's pussy and then her ass kept invading his head. It didn't seem to matter, Bradley quickly reached orgasm, and although his dick deflated, his rage at his wife's betrayal certainly hadn't. ******************* The video was on when she got home, playing loudly with the volume turned up, just at the point when Chuck was entering her ass. Suzie let out a loud cry of despair, looking around desperately for her husband... she ran through the entire house calling his name but he was nowhere to be found. Her heart aching, dear God why had she kept that awful tape anyway? She'd been unfaithful to Bradley several times while he was gone on that awful trip, leaving her alone for so long with little to do and barely any time to talk to her... but Chuck hadn't been able to give her what she'd really wanted. About halfway through Bradley's trip she'd realized that she'd been trying to make Chuck into a replacement for her husband, and he just wasn't good enough. Or not that he wasn't good enough, but he wasn't Bradley and nothing else was actually going to satisfy her. She and Chuck had made the tape before she'd decided that, and she'd hidden the tape away, thinking that maybe she'd watch it again. Of course, she never had. After waiting three more long months before Bradley came home, during which time she'd gone back to being the faithful wife and hadn't even watched the tape, she'd been so happy to have her husband back... the tape had completely slipped her mind. Sure, she knew that she needed to get rid of it, but it just didn't seem important since it wasn't something that mattered to her anymore. She should have told him, possibly as soon as he'd returned... but if she had would he ever have looked at her with the same kind of love and trust? Would he still have seen her as perfect and beautiful? There was a note waiting for her in their bedroom, on their bed. Suzie, I've seen the tape. I know what you did... and I know that you did it while I was away on that trip. I don't know what to feel right now, I still love you but this is something that I might not be able to get over. I've gone to spend the night at the hotel... I just need to be away from you right now. -Bradley With tears sparking in her eyes, she sat down heavily on the bed, suddenly having trouble breathing. It had been wrong... she would deserve it if he left her, especially because she'd never told him... and why had she kept that DAMNED TAPE! Screaming insults at herself in her head, she shook with emotion as the tears welled up. She would deserve it if he left her... but she didn't want him to. The hotel... there was only one hotel near them, the Holiday Inn. Grabbing her coat she went out the door. He still loved her, it said so in the letter - maybe if she acted quickly enough she'd be able to salvage their marriage. At the very least, she had to try. Cheater He looked so sad as we sat across from each other. The kids were at school and he said we needed to talk. I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to tell me, I just wish he didn't look so sad about it. "So, how was London? Still love your new job, even the traveling?" I asked lightheartedly. "D, I have to tell you something. It isn't easy for me," he started. "K, what? Did you have sex with someone else?" I asked bluntly. He looked like a deer in headlights, "I....um...hell..." he stammered. "It's ok. Just tell me it wasn't love or that you are leaving me for her." "I was so drunk, and she reminded me of you. Big tits, nice smile. I was so fucking horny and she offered. I don't love her. It was just sex. Shit, are you going to leave me?" he looked at me with scared eyes. "Hell no. Why would I leave you? Would you leave me if I had sex with someone else because I was horny and you weren't around?" "I probably would. Shit, I would be pissed. Why the hell aren't you pissed? HAVE you been having sex with someone else?" his voice heated up. "Hold on a minute. You are turning this on me. I have begged you for sex almost every day, but you have been so stressed or upset about that old crappy job that you have pushed me aside many times. I have tried not to take it personally, but that does hurt. If I had sex with someone else, it wasn't for love or because I wanted to leave you, but because I wanted sex and needed it. You weren't willing to have sex with me so what was I to do?" "Shit," he said, "this isn't the way I wanted this conversation to go. I didn't want to argue with you. I fucked up, and I was willing to admit it and fix the problem." "What problem? As far as I see it, you had a need, she filled it because I wasn't there. Let me ask you this... if I had been there, would you have still fucked her?" I questioned him. "Hell no, I would have fucked you," he answered. "Well, then I don't see that there is a problem." I sighed. "Look, since this is a time of confessions, I might as well come clean. Remember me asking you to buy me a vibrator to keep me satisfied when you didn't want sex?" "Yeah," he thought, "I asked you why you would need one? You said to give you pleasure when I wouldn't, and then you asked me, if I wouldn't buy it, what the hell were you supposed to do." "Yeah, well, I bought it. God it feels great. I can cum over and over with it. I love it. I just wish you had bought it for me. That you had wanted me to be satisfied." "So you aren't pissed that I fucked someone else...." He questioned again. "Hell no, I am so fucking turned on thinking about you fucking her that I want you to tell me about it." "What?!" he said. "Look, when we started dating, you knew me as a friend. You knew practically everyone I fucked or messed around with in college. You knew about guys when I was living with Jo. You knew that I was one horny girl. There are things I have NEVER told you that I want or fantasize about or want to watch because I didn't know what you would say or do." "Yeah, I knew you liked to fuck. I just never thought it would be someone else. And what things haven't you told me?" "Well, if you promise to tell about her, then I will tell you all my little secrets. But one condition, we do this upstairs, in our bedroom, in case the kids come home..." We both jumped up and laughed. He chased me up the stairs, and we both started ripping our clothes off when we entered the room. He had a nice hard on, and my nipples were hard and puckered. "So start telling me about her..." I said as I crawled up on the bed with my ass wiggling at him. "She had nice big tits.. and a pretty smile. She bought me a drink and asked me why I was all alone and could she keep me company. I told her I was married, but she didn't care. After a few drinks, she rubbed my thigh and brushed my balls. And then she dipped her fingers up her skirt into her pussy. She offered them to me. I licked them and was thinking about how I wanted to bury my tongue in her. I got a raging hard on, and said I had to get out of there if I was going to be good." As he spoke he had moved to the edge of the bed, still standing. I had moved to him and placed him in my mouth and was sucking on him, getting wetter with his story. "Mmmmmmm, and..." I asked and then went back to my sucking. "Shit, you are going to make me cum..." he said. "Well, I won't continue unless you do. And I know that you want me to suck your cock so keep telling your story." I wrapped my lips around him again and he continued, "As soon as we entered my room, she ripped my pants down and got on her knees and started to suck me hard and fast. She had her fingers in her pussy, playing with herself. I've always wanted to watch you play with yourself, but you never would so I couldn't hold back as she sucked hard and fast and played with herself." As he spoke I had slowly eased my fingers into my soaking wet slit, rubbing my clit, moaning from myself, from his cock in my mouth, from the vision in my mind of some chick with my husband's dick in her mouth, playing with herself. He watched me rubbing my clit and grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. He had never been that forceful, never fucked my mouth like that before. I loved it, and moaned as I sucked harder and tried to deep throat him. I had rarely swallowed his cum before, so I latched on to his hard cock and wouldn't let go, sucking hard as he fucked my mouth, playing with myself. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, oh god, swallow it, oh god, yes, suck my cock, suck it hard while I fuck your mouth. Oh god, rub your clit hard, cum with meeeeee ........." he cried out. I had never heard him talk like that before while we were having sex and I was crazy with lust, letting him bang my tonsils with his hard cock, rubbing my hard clit faster and faster. He held my head in place and shoved his cock in one last time, and let go of his cum into my mouth, down my throat. I let go at that point and came with a loud groan, and dripping all over the bed and my hand. "Oh shit, that was incredible. Oh damn, I am still hard... fuck that was incredible." Was all he could say. I released his semi-hard on in my mouth and licked the cum that had oozed out of my mouth and on to my chin. That little gesture made him growl and he picked me up and drug me to the side of the bed. I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead he dropped to his knees and devoured my pussy. He tongue fucked me while rubbing my clit with his thumb, then he took my newly hard clit in his mouth and sucked while he shoved two fingers in me and reached up to rub my g-spot. He had never done that before to me. I had wanted so many times to beg him to do that, but had never had the guts to speak my desires. "Oh god, yes, suck my clit, rub my spot, make me cum again." He loved that I was telling him what I wanted and he began an all out assault on my pussy, finger fucking me, sucking my clit, licking me up and down. He eased his pinky finger in my ass with all the juices I had and kept the other two in my pussy, rubbing my g-spot, all the while sucking my hard clit. It was too much, and I cried out, "oh my god, oh shit, that is incredible, don't stop, oh god, please don't stop, oh yeah, suck my clit, harder, harder, oh,oh,oh, I'm gonnnnnnnnna cccccccccuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" and I exploded in his mouth and all over his hand. I had never squirted before and it was a first for me. I was too horny to be embarrassed. He licked me clean gently, letting my clit take a break from his assault. Then he stood up and flipped me over onto all fours. "You love it this way, don't you? Don't you? Fucking say it, tell me how much you love it this way." I was a little shocked to hear him talk like that to me, but loved it. "God yes, fuck me from behind. Bury your hard cock in my wet pussy, fucking slam it in me over and over." And slam he did. He was slamming so hard into me I could hear the slap of his balls on my pussy. "Play with yourself while I fuck the hell out of you. Rub that clit, rub my dick as it slams in and out of that wet pussy of yours. Get yourself off while I fuck you hard." Was all he said. I reached under me and rubbed his cock as it slammed in and out of me, and then played with my clit, and then his cock, then my clit. I grabbed at his sac, and felt it tighten so I knew he was close. I went back to rubbing my clit, and could feel my pussy tighten around him, getting close to cumming myself. "Oh shit, you're gonna cum. I can feel your pussy grip me, oh, it is twitching, getting ready to cum. Oh shit, there it is, cum with me, cum with me while I fuck you. I'm gonna unload in you, feel my cock twitch." I let go and my pussy contracted over and over around his cock. And I felt him twitch and unload in me, filling me with his cum while my pussy twitched over and over around him. We collapsed together on the bed still connected. "Holy shit, that was fucking incredible. I never knew it could be like that with us." Was all he said. I had cum so hard, there were tears leaking from my glazed eyes. "god yes, I never knew either. That was so intense." I responded. We lay like that for a long time until finally he spoke, "So is it ok that I fucked her or not?" I laughed, "God yes, you can fuck whoever whenever you want, as long as you tell me about it and fuck me like that afterwards. What about me?" "I'll have to think about that for now, but if we fuck like that afterwards, then probably..." Cheater The stillness of the sunset was startlingly surreal. It was as if I awoke in another place, another world separate from the real one, where the problems of my life melted and floated away on the lingering air. But even I knew, that this false reality would come to an end. All my problems and issues would reappear and everything would be as hard-if not harder-than it had been before. The orange streaks and purple clouds were painted across the horizon and I knew that the day was only beginning to dawn on our secrets. I ran my fingers though the glossy black strands of my hair and opened my icy blue eyes to see the world in front of me. I glanced over to my right, and stared at the sleeping form of my husband. He looked so peaceful, with his brown hair all tousled from his slumber. I hadn't wanted to wake him up. I carefully threw my long legs over the side of the bed and slowly slid up to my feet. I slipped on my subtle one inch heels and quickly adorned my sexy yet sophisticated dress. The indigo of the thigh high dress really brought out my eyes and figure. I walked out of the bedroom, allowing my husband to sleep soundly by himself. I would be back later. We always met at the usual place-Sassy's strip club. As the curvy women slid skillfully down the poles, I smiled. I wasn't going back to work here for another week. He caught my attention within a matter of seconds. He waved me over to the bar, and offered me a seat. "Hey Jenson." His short, dark brown spiky hair was flipped up in the front and his brown eyes glistened. "Well, Marilyn, pick your poison," he said happily. "None for me today, Jenson. Shall we get going though? David is at home sleeping still, so we have plenty of time." I smiled sheepishly and flushed. He handed a twenty to the bartender, who grinned a gracious smile and cleared the area of his drink. Jenson grabbed Marilyn's hand fervently and dragged her gently outside to his car. He hopped in beside me and slid the key into the ignition. As he pulled out of the strip club, I placed a hand on his thigh. Instantly, he tensed under my touch. I rubbed his leg through his jeans and he groaned. I slowly moved up to his rising bulge and kneaded the fabric that restricted it from extending out. He put his foot to the floor and we sped to the hotel, where he had reserved this entire week for us. I was supposed to be spending my honeymoon with my husband, but he was so conservative at times I wondered why I had ever said 'I do'. Jenson and I have known each other for a while. After high school graduation, we drifted apart. Three years later he finds me working in the strip club. Said he could never forget my smile and eyes. Unfortunately, he was married. And even more unfortunate, that I was too. I stopped teasing Jenson just as we reached the parking lot. We rushed up to our room and he immediately locked the door behind us. He cupped my face and kissed me passionately. I looked up at him as we paused for a single breath. His eyes were clearly filled up with lust. "Who gets pleasuring today?" I asked impatiently. "You do." I smiled wide. He laid me on the bed and slowly removed my dress. My perky breasts popped out from the top, and Jenson grabbed them and massaged them. His tongue flitted across my pink nipples pleasurably. I could feel myself growing more and more wet as he slid me out of the dress completely. The bottom brushed lightly against my pussy and the friction felt so nice. Jenson had an evil smile on his lips. He unbuttoned his pants, and they fell to the ground. He wiggled his ankles out of them and sighed. He moved his hands down my boobs to my slit and slowly spread my moisture around my clit. He moved carefully around the hood, prolonging the pleasure. His fingers slipped inside and moved around within my walls. He thumbed my clit even more and I writhed against every touch. He moved his mouth closer to my pussy and took the tip of his tongue to gently caress my lips. It was torture. His hands emerged from inside me, drenched with juice, and he licked every drop off his fingers. He kissed my clit, and then left a trail of kisses up to my face. I pushed him back down to my lower torso, impelled by lust. He stood back up, and he pulled his green boxers down. His hard dick came out to say hello. He straddled over my hips and slid inside. It felt so good, felt so right. With every thrust I moaned and with every touch I squealed with delight. Every orgasm made me buck against his hips and grind against his dick. An hour passed and I found myself completely exhausted. He rolled off of me and lay by my side. "My wife will be getting home soon," Jenson said quietly. "My husband will be waking up soon. Thanks for the good time again," I replied with a sincere smile. "No problem. Same time tomorrow?" "Same time tomorrow. Love you Jenson." I giggled. "I love you Marilyn. I always have, always will." "I know. But I just wish it would work out between us." "I do too. But we both know we'll never be more than friends." "With benefits," I reminded him. He laughed. "With benefits." Sadly, friends with benefits was all we would be. The only person I had come to really love, was someone who was out of my reach. Always beyond the length of my arm. "See you tomorrow, Jenson." "See you tomorrow." And without another word, we both dressed, fixed our hair, and left with a peck on the lips. Only to return to the same routine tomorrow. The routine, of a cheater. Cheater There were generally half a dozen of us who got together each week for a few beers and some poker. Four of us were regulars, at every game, and the settings for the games rotated amongst the four of them. It's the four regulars that story is really concerned with. The four of us were Mike, Freddy, Moose, and Paul. Paul was in his twenties, pretty average in all things except his temper. He tended to get angry easily. He was especially touchy if he felt someone was cheating him. Freddy, also in his twenties. Lovely wife, name of Betty. Freddy was average in all things but normally a bad poker player. This was offset by sudden streaks of luck, and that kept him turning up for another game. Moose was around thirty and he was big. Over six foot tall and heavily built at that. He was surprisingly light on his feet, and could move with deceptive speed. There were a couple of odd rumours about Moose, and people tended to be wary about him. The rumours, you're wondering. Well, the rumours were related. It was hinted that his personal equipment was more than a match for his formidable size. It was also said that he'd been known to swing both ways and that his personal equipment had sent his last partner to hospital with a ruptured sphincter. Finally, there was Mike. That's me. In my twenties and happily married. I'm good at poker. I know my odds and I'm really good at picking patterns. I know how people are reacting even if they do have good poker faces. I tend to get a feeling from their whole body language. It's that ability of mine to pick patterns that triggered the events that night. My job is an analyst and efficiency expert. I can see patterns where other people only see random events or piles of data. I can also see ways to shorten or change patterns to achieve desired results. Quite often I will find myself knowing something, and then I tend to review what I know to try to find out what were the patterns that let me have that information. That night we were playing at Freddy's place, and half way through the night I suddenly realised that Freddy was cheating. I mean, I just knew it. So I pulled out my old habit and started reviewing the data. I've already mentioned Freddy's lucky streaks. Now it came to my attention that they only ever happened when we played at his house. Considering what went on when we played at Freddy's another pattern emerged, and I knew just how he was doing it. Not wanting to let on while Freddy was in the room and in reach of a couple of irate players I didn't speak until Freddy left the room to go to attend to natures call. Then I spoke up. "Tell me, Betty," I said, "how long have you been checking out our hands and signalling them to Freddy?" There was this sudden silence over our little group as Moose and Paul turned to look at Betty. The pair of them were royally pissed, as that particular night they were both down fifty bucks apiece, and that money was sitting in front of Freddy's spot. If she had thought faster Betty might have pulled of a denial, but she just stood there in shock and wanted to know how I could tell. My intention had been for Paul and Moose to get accustomed to the idea before Freddy returned so that they wouldn't just reach out and beat him to death. I hadn't, unfortunately, made enough allowance for Paul's mercurial nature when he thought he was being shafted. And to be fair, in this instance, he was. Betty was standing just behind him, and he must have had a good hand, because he looked at it in fury, looked over his shoulder at Betty, swore, tossed the hand down and stood up. "I believe in getting something for my money," he said. "You and Freddy have my cash, so now I'm collecting my prize." Next thing I knew he was pushing Betty down onto the carpet and was hauling her panties off. I started to protest but Moose just put one hand on my shoulder and held me in place with an ease that I found rather disconcerting. I was just thankful that Freddy wasn't there feeling that hand around his throat. Paul, meanwhile, had Betty flat on her back, dress up around her waist, panties around one ankle and his cock already starting to take its pleasure. Geez, you should have heard her. Betty was wriggling and squealing, legs kicking the air, protesting and apologising all at the same time. It was sort of funny, because as far as I could see Paul didn't have a cock large enough to really trouble the woman. She probably thought he was wriggling his finger around inside her. Anyway, there was nothing I could do but sit back and watch (and listen to) the show. Paul was energetic and taking what he thought were his dues, while Betty was noisy, squealing and protesting the assault on her person, waving her arms and kicking her legs all over the place. In the middle of all this, Freddy comes rushing back. Before he could say a word Moose had reached out and snagged him and yanked him down into a chair. "Shut up and sit down," he snarled. "You've been cheating us and we don't like it. Betty admitted it and now she's paying her dues." Paul didn't take much longer, finishing fast and then taking his seat again, glaring at Freddy. Moose stood up. "Right," he said. "My turn." While he was speaking he was also dropping his trousers, and revealing his equipment. If Paul was under average (and he was), Moose more than made up for it. Rumour one was apparently true and rumour two also seemed to be true. "OK, Freddy, sweetheart," he growled. "Do you want to drop your trousers and bend over the table or do I entertain Betty a bit more." Freddy took one look at what was rearing up from the front of Moose, closed his eyes and grabbed hold of the chair with both hands. No way was he offering up his tender young arse to that monster. Laughing, Moose turned towards Betty who was looking at him in shock. Paul she could handle with fury and indignation. Moose was something else again. She started to protest but Moose was having none of it. Moose grabbed Betty and flipped her over onto her stomach and, lifting her by the hips, he positioned himself behind her. Betty had started squealing in protest as soon as he touched her and her squeals kept getting higher and louder as she felt him starting to actually take her. I was a bit surprised by Moose, and gave him full marks for forbearance. Instead of just jamming his cock into his victim, he moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust to what he was doing. Not that Betty seemed to appreciate this. She was squealing and wriggling in fine style, bitterly protesting and abusing Freddy for not doing something to stop it. A sense of self preservation and a nervous asshole prevented Fred from even speaking. He just watched, probably happy that it wasn't him. As Moose just kept edging in, Betty's screams held a sort of horrified trepidation. But as Moose slowly sank home, I could hear the screams changing slightly. Not in volume, she was as loud as ever, but in my opinion the screams went from horrified trepidation to a type of horrified anticipation to plain anticipation to finally she seemed to be squealing in excited anticipation. Her protests, edged out between screams, had also changed, though the change was so slight you had to be attentive to catch it. Betty had been screaming out "No, please, no" but by the time Moose was well inside her I'll swear that she was yelling "Oh, please, oh." Once he was settled comfortably within her, Moose reached around and just ripped her top down the front and then casually snapped Betty's bra in half. He really was quite a strong lad. And, for all her squealing and yelling, I noticed that Betty did absolutely nothing to try to stop Moose's hand from closing around her breasts. This was the stage where Moose finally got into action, banging into Betty in fine style, squeezing her breasts and totally ignoring the volume of sound coming out of her mouth. I suspect he'd heard similar sounds before from women he was taking. Moose continued to enjoy himself, Paul watched laughing, I watched with amusement and Freddy watched with what seemed to be steadily mounting fury. I suspect that he knew that Betty wasn't actually protesting in the right way, but there was nothing that he could do about it. Moose bonked Betty, Betty bounced her bottom of Moose's cock and the rest of us watched the show and waited for the finale. I have to give Moose marks for stamina, he went on for quite a while. Poor Betty was quite hoarse from squealing by the time he decided to finish her off. It seemed to me all she could do to manage her final squeak of delight as he came inside her. Standing up, Moose grabbed the money from in front of Freddy and calmly split it three ways. He also suggested to Freddy that he needn't turn up at any future games. As the three of us let ourselves out I could hear Betty tearing into Freddy. "Enjoy it?" she shrieked. "You sat there letting a gorilla with a dong like a donkey's absolutely ravish me and you have the nerve to ask if I enjoyed it?" As I closed the door, Moose calmly spoke. "If either of you ever refer to me as Donkey Dong, I will just naturally kill you." Paul and I didn't even smile. We just nodded and we all went our separate ways. You're probably wondering if I had a go at Betty. No way. I have a very nice wife who would kill me if I cheated on her. Actually, the real ending of this story came about three weeks later. I was having a cup of coffee at a local café, across the road from a motel, and I noticed Moose driving away. I didn't think too much of it, but ten minutes later I saw Betty leave the same motel. Patterns. You put things together and then you look to see what explains it. Cheater I had fallen in love with the girl of my dreams as a teen online, knew her for two years, then eventually we decided to go to the same college, she was good looking, blonde, smart (I know blonde and smart, crazy huh?) funny, and the joy in my life that brought me threw my depression...but during our second year together in college I learned something that has devastated me, and that I feared would happen. We had both made new friends at the college, some only she was friends with some only I was, but I stayed completely loyal to her, we were each others first. I found out when one night when we were together at her house (she lived at home, right by the college.) she had not answered any of my calls to her the day before, so I asked her what happened? "Babe, we have always been completely honest with each other right?" she asked "Yes." "Then if I tell you this you the truth, please don't be mad." "Just tell me, I have never been mad at you." "I just couldn't help myself, I had been so lonely I hadn't gotten to see you in a few days..." Then she started. "OK, so yesterday around noon I got a call from Issac, I hadn't seen him in years, and he wanted to catch up." " I say ok, is that it you just had conversation?" although something in my gut was telling me there was much more to this, because I knew from back when I talked to her online that she used to be in a relationship with him. "Well, no.. we went out...had something to eat, and he invited me back to his place, and well I said yes.. on the drive there, I felt so... just so happy with him.. we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, and the next thing I know I felt his arm go around me, and I turned, we were face to face, and I started to kiss him. His hands moved to my sides and pulled off my T-shirt, and I slid onto my back as we continued to kiss, my hands moved to his jeans and I felt his throbbing penis, god babe, when I unzipped his jeans and it popped out threw the boxers, my pussy just about exploded it was going wild, I was so wet for him.. I needed him. He broke the kiss, on his knees he slid off his jeans and boxers, along with his shirt. Then he moved to me, gently he pulled off my shorts and panties while I undid my bra.. then I saw it, babe he was huge, he started to lean back over me and I felt it rub against my pussy, I was already soaked with excitement and lust. He slid it in nice and easy as he leaned down and his hands moved to my body and started to move along me, and my hands did to him. He continued to move in, I felt him in parts of me that you have never reached, it felt amazing. He kept moving in me fucking my pussy, I felt myself throbbing , my heart was racing and I was screaming, it didn't take long for me to cum, it felt amazing, then he said that he was going to cum, I said "not yet, I want to taste it" he pulled it out and moved up over me and I had my mouth wide open and waiting for it, he crammed it in, and deep, I did all I could with my mouth to please him, I moved my hands to his balls and started playing with them, I felt a need to have him cum in my mouth, and when he did, oh boy he did, I didn't think I would be able to swallow all of it, it was so delicious. We stayed there for a while, him over me and me licking his penis clean, and not to long after that we moved up to the bed room where he filled up my pussy, ass, and mouth with his delicious cum all night." Her story ended, I was in shock, she was a virgin until our first time, and always been faithful but now this. I got up told her, I needed some time to think, and left. Cheater Hurt. Scared. Puzzled. Curious. Angry. Vengeful. Understanding. Vindictive. Ashamed. Nervous. When you discover that your wife of five years has an active account on a website focused on having discreet affairs, you have a few feelings to sort out. For two years she'd put herself out there and been up to God-knows-what. She needed something that I couldn't provide? She wanted something I wasn't giving her? I found out about her needs on a random vacation Tuesday when she asked me to check her email for our flight information home. After some shopping spam and before the French airline was the subject "Good Evening CurlFriend". The phrase Curlfriend annoyingly stuck in my head as I opened the airline email and read the details aloud while she was in the shower. As I closed the email and her phone I noticed the Curlfriend email was from a site named after Dolly Madison. Though I assumed the email to be about desserts at first, I remembered that it was a website built to connect not-so-single people for discreet encounters. My brain raced as I dropped the phone on the bed and assumed the worst. But when my beautiful wife exited the bathroom, she looked and smelled like an angel in heels. I was obviously furious, but I decided the right time to bring up my unhappiness was some time after she'd dimmed the lights, crawled onto the king sized bed and pulled down my underwear. My head needed clearing and I was not about to stop her from baptizing this Parisian suite with one of her patented blowjobs. Our dinner reservations were 2 hours away and I assumed she'd need all of that time to unwind me in the state I was in. I was dead wrong. Within ten minutes her tongue had worked me - taint to tip - into such a frenzy I couldn't hold out any longer. My anger wanted this moment forever because for all that I knew this would be the last time I'd be with this woman. Mind you, I'm not a prude. If she wanted to open up our marriage because our sex had waned I would have given it a try. Going behind my back was just crazy. I don't know if I could forgive her for that. I was so pissed and confused I almost forgot that my dick was in her mouth. Then I looked down and her big brown eyes pulled away long enough to whisper, "Dans ma bouche ou sur mon visage. Se il vous plaît." Then with one last stroke of her hand my cum was all over her face. Neither of us spoke French, so whatever she said must have been some voodoo that dug deep into my soul, because I damn near passed out. As she crawled from the bed and sashayed to the bathroom she looked over her shoulder to offer me one last look at the face I'd just sprayed. But somehow the victory felt like it was all hers. When she returned with a fresh face and bathrobe I'd regained my senses. I cut straight to the chase as she snuggled up beside me. "Curlfriend?" I asked. Her body tensed up and my heart sank. "I can explain," she jumped. "If I'm not enough, you could have told me," I pleaded, realizing at that moment that I would do anything to keep her. I was going to fight for her no matter what I had to do. "You are all that I need, swear-to-God!" she exclaimed as she pulled me closer to her. "I truly, truly, truly know that now!" We were both in fear as I mustered up the strength to settle the situation. "From the beginning," I begged. "We fucked like rabbits in the beginning," she laughed. "We didn't need much to get going or to finish. In fifteen minutes we'd go from zero to a hundred and back to zero while we watched the news on Saturday Night Live." I knew it was funny, but neither of us laughed. "But then life happened," she went on. "We got busy. Out of synch. We had to try harder and it just felt, yaknow, forced." As she nuzzled into me tighter I knew that the jokes were over. "I didn't orgasm with you for 3 months," she admitted. "We talked about it and everything, but nothing we were doing worked and I was afraid that maybe it was just us. So I panicked?" "I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you," she said softly, "but I couldn't imagine not wanting intimacy any more than not breathing. So I wanted to find out if the problem was just us." I nervously swallowed as I waited for her to continue. I could see the moon through the Eifel Tower and thought that this should have been the most romantic anniversary ever. "You know that I don't have patience to sit through three months of counseling, so I decided I'd see if the grass was greener on the other side," she said as she continued to pull me tighter. My body was obviously going limp and she was holding on for dear life. "I set up an account online with every intent of lining up a suitor to..." she started to say before I interrupted her. "To fuck," I said nonchalantly. I felt a tear roll onto my chest as my coldness began to distance us. "To fuck," she continued. "I was sort of hoping they'd all be jerks and assholes, but they were all very understanding and honest. I didn't know how to choose." She paused and started to loosen her grip on me. "So I started to ask them what they would do to satisfy my needs," she explained. "I wanted to know what they would...do to me. For me." I stared at the ceiling and began to wish I'd never looked at her phone. I seriously wanted her to stop. I wanted to go back to ignorant bliss. "Without missing a beat, every comment I received was a testament to how they lovingly treated their wife in their open marriage or what they wished their wives would let them do if things were better," she said with surprise. "They were all sweet and raunchy and hot. At first I caught myself touching myself with their collective words. No one guy in particular interested me enough to single out, but the combination of their yearning made me want to fuck. And then it happened." I braced myself and hoped it would just be once. Maybe I could handle once. "I got a long note from a new member that wanted nothing more than to fuck me against a patio window while we watched the sunset and wondered if the neighbors could see us," she laughed as another tear landed on my chest. I didn't get the joke but my nervousness begged her to explain. "I got that comment just as we both got home from work before Thanksgiving break," she said softly. I was still confused. "The Peterson's dog," she hinted. And then I remembered. It had been two weeks since we'd had sex and I was horny as fuck. We'd both gotten home from work and she was muttering on about what we should order for dinner when I simply and justly pulled down her pants. I was going to wet her pussy with my tongue until I realized she was already wet. So with little regard for what she was thinking, I pushed her panties to the side and fucked her against our patio window while the neighbor's dog barked nonstop. The lights were off in our house so we assumed no one could see inside, but the sunset was so bright that we knew that if the Peterson's were in their living room, they were getting a pretty good show. "I came so hard and quick you didn't even know until the third time," she laughed. I hadn't. "So I began to re-enact every letter with you," she admitted. "I imagined that every request and every comment came from you. Those horny guys were telling Curlfriend how to fuck you!" I began to understand but I was still a little foggy. "The driveway. The movie theater. Your sister's garage. Reverse cowgirl in Tokyo. The whip cream. The mink coat. The motorcycle bar," she rattled off. The last two years of our sex life sounded like entries in an escort's diary. "The three fingers?" I gasped. "The three fingers," she confirmed. I was in shock. "At some point I felt so guilty," she continued, "that I started asking these men what they wished their wives would do to them." "The ice. The camera. The chocolate. The football field. Sodemy in Alabama. The books. The tongue thing. The tuxedo?" I asked somewhat disgusted. "Yes. Yes. Yes. And double-yes," she laughed. "So you never fucked anyone else?" I laughed. My relief was immeasurable. I didn't know exactly where her infidelity ranked, but I was pretty sure that I could handle where she landed. "Well, no," she nervously replied, dampening my happiness. She then grabbed her phone and logged into her account where she pulled up her most recent suitor request. "Curlfriend, I'd fly you to Paris where we'd stay in a suite overlooking the Eifel Tower so you could suck my dick in the heels I just bought and nothing more - while you looked out of the window and asked me in French whether I'd like to be swallowed. Then, the night before we headed home to our boring lives, we'd go to visit a likeminded couple in their suite where we'd watch them, show them or join them," read the note. "Not yet?" she smiled. Nervously, I smiled, too. Cheater Ch. 02 author's note: I have enjoyed writing these two parts very much, I have tried to keep it from becoming a 'wimp husband' story, but I have also tried to keep it from becoming a 'cruel revenge' story. It's my own twist. There may be a third part if there's enough interest after this one. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! ------------------------------- Suzie's heart was pounding, her eyes filled with tears. She'd found the hotel that Bradley had checked in at and she was running towards his door now, knowing inside that it was too late, that she'd messed up too badly, but hoping against hope that maybe something would be salvaged. At least she would be able to apologize, even if there was no hope for redemption or reconciliation, at least she could apologize. A purging of her sin to the one she sinned against. Gasping for breath she pounded on the door, praying that he would open it, almost hoping that he wouldn't because now that she was actually here she realized that she had no idea what she was going to say. The door opened. His expression was closed and cold, nothing at all showing in his face or eyes; the face that she had loved so well had become a stranger's. Suzie's mouth was dry... she couldn't talk, her heart was in her stomach, knowing that she'd lost him forever. "What are you doing here?" Ice... his voice was full of ice. Not anger, not hatred, just almost as though he was talking to a stranger. Someone who had bumped into him at the mall. Her heart sank to hear him address her like that... but it was what she deserved really. Anger would have been easier to deal with, but why should she have it easy? At that moment, she almost welcomed the pain that was stabbing into her heart. "I just..." her voice was a mere whisper and her eyes filled with tears, pleading for him to open back up to her, "I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry..." "Sorry?..." his voice was a mere whisper and she sank to her knees in front of him, sobbing into the door frame as he glared down at her, feeling his hateful stare on the back of her neck, "Do you have any idea what that was like for me? Do you? Can you imagine? Seeing my wife, my WIFE cheating on me, letting another guy put his dick up her ass? Knowing that he got there first? Do you have ANY idea what that's like?! DO YOU?!" his voice ended on a shout, cracking, cracking like the exterior of him as tears sprang to his eyes at the remembered betrayal. Seeing it all in his head again as Chuck lunged into her asshole, filling it with his seed. Her first cum enema. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I don't know what else to say... I was so lonely, and it was once, just once. I'm so sorry Bradley, you're the world to me... I'd do anything for you and I'm so sorry that I messed it all up. I'm so sorry." He stood there, her husband, looking down at her with his heart breaking. It was so much harder with her here in front of him... and he couldn't help but believe her that she meant everything she said. The worst part was that she wasn't even asking for his understanding, for him to work with her and try to fix things... she'd obviously been defeated. She knew, she knew everything she'd done was wrong and she was admitting it... and she wasn't even asking to fix things. How could his heart not go out to her? Suzie was at the lowest of the low, and despite her betrayal of course he still loved her. Fool that he was... was he a fool? Was it a mistake to love? Maybe. But maybe it had been a mistake to go on that trip to. Never coming home on a weekend although he probably could have. Never inviting her out there. And he'd been tempted... God knows, he'd been tempted. They stood there, frozen for a moment in time as she sobbed into the door frame, weakly and pathetically now, thinking that he was going to slam the door on her any minute. And she would leave, not wanting to inconvenience him further... and she didn't know what she would do after that. But until then she could stay here, savoring the last bit of his presence that she would ever have. Bradley was conflicted... his eyes turning more pitying than angry, and he knew that he wanted her back. "Anything" she'd said. She'd do "anything" for him... if that was true... It was wrong to test her, he knew it was wrong to test her, but he had to. Maybe this was his human error, needing to test her, to have her prove to him that she really regretted what she'd done and was willing to do anything to be with him again. "Come in." he said, quietly, hoarsely. Suzie looked up at him through stunned and tear-filled eyes, the sad eyes of a puppy dog that expects to be kicked for its transgressions and suddenly sees its master reaching out to pat its head instead. Bradley pulled the door open and stepped back, "Come in." Scrambling to her feet, trying to smile through the tears even though she didn't really know what to expect when she went in there, she knew that she couldn't lose this opportunity. Walking in, she stopped as soon as she was able to see the entire room... there was a beautiful naked woman lounging on the bed looking at her. Stunning, naked... for the first time Suzie realized that Bradley was only wearing boxers when he opened the door. Shaking, she didn't know what to do, what was expected of her. Was she going to have to watch Bradley with another woman? Was this her punishment? Could she handle that? "'Anything' you said." he said quietly behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, "This is Amanda. Her brother works at my office. She's bisexual." he began sliding his hands down her back and under her shirt, Suzie gasped as she realized what he meant for her to do and she grabbed at his hands. Abruptly he turned her around, "You said, 'Anything'." Looking deeply into his eyes, Suzie's heart and head were in turmoil. But this was Bradley. She loved him. If this was what she had to do... then so be it. She'd said anything and she meant it... and at least she'd be here. This was something they would be able to share, that was theirs, together. And Amanda's of course, but Bradley was HER husband... and if she walked out now he might not be anymore. Looking at him, she swallowed and nodded, closing her eyes as he began pulling her shirt over her head. Suddenly there was hot flesh pressing up behind her too, softer than Bradley, smaller hands reaching around to touch her breasts. Suzie stiffened. "You're very beautiful," the other woman whispered softly, "And you have a very handsome husband." The hands moved away, but the woman's body pressed up against her even more and Suzie's eyes flew open, realizing that Amanda was touching her husband. Bradley had his eyes half closed in pleasure as the two women were pressed up against him, Suzie clutching him around the waist suddenly, his dick pressing into her, and Amanda's hands running up and down his sides. Suddenly Amanda had pulled away and was pulling both of them towards the bed. Suzie stumbled almost in a daze, Bradley's hands catching her before she fell on the floor, caressing her happily. He was almost glowing... of course. This was a fantasy that he had shared many years before, sex with two women, one of them being her of course... she'd always said she'd never share him. But she had shared herself, really it was only just. An eye for an eye. Part of her told herself that two wrongs don't make a right... but she wanted to make this right and if it would make it right for Bradley then she would find a way to deal with it. At least she was included, at least she was a part of it. At least she wasn't having to watch it, years later, on a tape. So when Bradley pushed her onto the bed and moved aside for Amanda, Suzie kissed the other woman back. It was strange... soft, gentle... very different from kissing Bradley. As Amanda moved away, her mouth traveling down Suzie's body, Suzie could see Bradley kissing Amanda's shoulders and back, slowly working his way down to the curve of her ass. She let out a slight moan as she realized what he was going to do, but the moan changed as Amanda chose that movment to suck Suzie's nipple into her mouth. Although Suzie had never been attracted to other women, what Amanda was doing felt very good, and she lifted her hips slightly as fingers trailed up her thighs and brushed over her pussy. She was wet. Amanda moaned around Suzie's nipple, and Suzie looked around the other woman to see Bradley down at her ass... what he was licking Suzie couldn't tell, but she had to quelch a sudden rush of jealousy. Fingers pressed into her pussy and she gasped, Amanda's teeth bit down gently on her nipple as she entered Suzie's body, her fingertips curving up to press gently against Suzie's g-spot. Moving even further down, Amanda's mouth ended up at Suzie's pussy, licking gently and making Suzie writhe with excitement. Although Suzie was being eaten out and fingered, she felt like a passive observer as Bradley suddenly reared up behind Amanda, pressing his dick to one of her holes. Amanda moaned into Suzie's pussy as her husband pressed forward... Suzie clutched at the other woman's head in sexual excitement even as jealousy and despair ran through her... what if Bradley liked Amanda's holes better? What this became something permanent that he wanted? She moaned as Amanda's tongue became more frantic and she actually sucked Suzie's clit into her mouth. Would it be so bad to do something like this more often? Oh dear... Suzie convulsed as she began to cum, Amanda moaning loudly into her swollen pussy. She hadn't meant to cum so soon... in fact she hadn't meant to cum at all. Certainly she hadn't thought she would. Amanda kept licking at her as Bradley fucked her from behind, Suzie moaned gently and shook, her hands twining in the other woman's hand as she watched her husband's expression. He was lustful, both when he was just concentrating on fucking Amanda and when he was watching the girl on girl action. There was something loving and forgiving in his eyes too though, when he looked at his wife... he really believed that she really was sorry and willing to do anything for him. Part of him wanted to stop this, but at the same time, he was getting his fantasy fulfilled. And Suzie was starting to look more and more passionate, more like she was enjoying this. He was shocked when she started cumming, but it just fueled his ardor even more. Watching, rubbing her pussy against Amanda's mouth, Suzie saw her husband suddenly pull out and shift upwards. Amanda started squealing into Suzie's pussy, making Suzie arch her hips at the new and pleasant vibrations, and she realized that Bradley was pushing into Amanda's asshole. He groaned, his eyes rolling upwards as he invaded Amanda's ass, it was so tight and slick with the juices on his dick. He tried to go slowly and carefully, although it was very hard not to just start slamming in and out of that fanastic hole. Her ass clenched down hard on him and he groaned, pushing all the way in until he was buried in her back door. Amanda bean to eat more frantically at Suzie's pussy, licking and sucking as Bradley began to move in and out of her tight ass. His hand slipped down around her hip and into her pussy, rubbing her clit and sliding one finger in and out of her pussy hole. Suzie was humping Amanda's face, her own passion rising because she knew what her husband was doing to the woman who was eating her out... and although she still felt jealous, it also turned her on. Brad's eyes were filled with his lustful wife as he pumped in and out of Amanda's pussy, abandoning his attempts to be gentle as she pushed back against him. The three of them raced across the finish line together, Amanda came first, her screams into Suzie's pussy set her off; the fanastic feeling of Amanda's rippling ass and the erotic display of his wife's orgasm kicked Bradley off. He gasped, thrusting wildly into Amanda's tight hole and filling her with his cum, his hand tight against her spasming pussy. Watching from below, Suzie sighed with completion as her second orgasm wound down and she could see her husband finishing his own orgasm in Amanda's ass. They looked at each other... and both of them knew that things might be ok. It wasn't right now, and there was still a lot of work ahead of them, but it might be ok. ************************* Later, after Amanda had left, and Suzie and Bradley had another round, they lay in bed talking and cuddling. "You know," Bradley caressed his wife's ass, "You've been very bad... I think I should get to punish you again." "What for?!" Suzie asked, genuinely surprised. He grinned at her, "Well, you've had sex with another man AND another woman." "Are you telling me you want to have sex with another man?" Suzie arched her brow at him and wiggled it suggestively. Bradley smacked her ass, making her jump and squeal, "No, but I can think of some other things. You did say 'Anything'." He grinned. "I have the feeling I'm going to regret that..." she complained as he rolled on top of her. It wasn't perfect... but at least they were joking around now. Things would be ok.