41 comments/ 53528 views/ 32 favorites Cheating - A Love Story Ch. 01 By: dtiverson You think through the important decisions in life. What you DON'T think through are the thousands of day-to-day choices that can just as easily shunt you down 50 miles of bad road. This is about one of those. I awoke in the middle of the night to discover that my wife had rolled over on my hand. I sleep with my arms extended. I don't know why? Ask my mother. Maybe my crib was too wide. Anyhow, I awoke to find that my hand was completely trapped under my wife's belly, about a quarter inch above her slit. One option was to carefully slide it out. But it was completely underneath her and I was concerned that the movement would wake her up. The wife startles easily. And whenever she DOES, you get the dreaded "MOVE OVER". Most husbands recognize that tone. So instead I chose to slide my hand down the final quarter inch. Why did I decide to stimulate my wife in her sleep? It was probably, because I'm a well-known pervert. But I also thought that she might roll off my hand, if I got her dreaming about other things. PLUS, there was just the outside chance that she might wake up horny and I would get laid. In any case, my index finger WAS already bathed in all of that honey. So I began to ever so slowly move it around on her clit. It was hot down there and it was getting very humid. Her breathing accelerated into a loud wheeze. I listened to her panting for a few seconds then I thought "Hmmm?" So I increased the pressure. This was going to be fun. Maybe I would give her a sleeping orgasm. She was moaning rhythmically, but very quietly, and producing little "mmmm" noises. Her hips were making small involuntary humping motions on top of my hand. I was feeling pretty full of myself, downright diabolical. That is until she started to whisper, "Mmmm, fuck me Jack, fuck me!" I stopped in mid twiddle. The problem is that my name isn't Jack. I abruptly withdrew my hand. She made complaining noises, pulled the covers over her shoulders and said "MOVE OVER". See!! I told you!!! Then she rolled onto her side; facing away from me, and went back to regular sleeping sounds. I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, "Who the fuck is Jack! And why is he in my wife of 17 year's dreams?" I was more mystified than alarmed. After all, she was sleeping and as far as I knew "Jack" could be her pet name for Leonardo De Caprio. We have had a very good marriage and throughout all of those years I never had the slightest suspicion that she would as much as THINK about being with another man. Then the devil that sits on my other shoulder reminded me that she was still a very attractive 42 year old woman with a shapely body. And I was a fifty year old semi-geezer. We met at a party. She was trained as a teacher, but she was working as a development editor for a book publisher. I was already well established as a writer. I never would have been at that party if I hadn't been dragged there by my literary agent, Sid. He thought that I didn't, "Get out enough". He was right about that part. I had spent the early years working as a writing-whore for any odd job that paid more than a buck. Without the money to take a girl anywhere, the best that I could expect, social-lifewise, was a score with a drunken college chick at a Columbia frat party. However, between my book series and the articles for magazines I was comfortable at that point, if not exactly rich. I had had the usual short affairs throughout my twenties, but none of those women did anything for me. Instead I stayed home; A LOT. Beautiful is easy to find. But beautiful and possessing Dorothy Parker's combination of intelligence, wit and good humor, now THAT is a rare commodity. I spotted her right away. She is exceptionally well endowed in the boob department. And given my fascination with those captivating female appendages - I blame my mother again - I homed in on her like I was a cruise missile and she was downtown Baghdad. She had a pretty face, a downright wicked sense of humor and she was a writer too. I didn't take me more than six nanoseconds to realize that she was THE ONE. I won't bore you with the details of the pursuit and capture. Suffice it to say that I also discovered that she was exceptionally talented in areas that were not evident in her public persona. I have always equated high intelligence with extraordinary bedroom skills and if that assumption is true then this girl was Einstein. I proposed one bright fall day, down on one knee next to the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park. We were married that December. The first kid came along two years later and we added another two years after that. We had a perfect life together. We both worked in the writing business. So we never lacked for things to talk about. I was making really good money at that point and she was not doing badly herself. So we traveled a lot. She was my best friend. We moved out onto Long Island. She took up golf. I golfed with her, wrote and we also sailed our little 27 foot C&C. We spent a lot of summer nights anchored in Long Island Sound making the boat rock. In fact, our sex life was as perfect as the rest of the moments in our life. She would frequently and expertly fuck me. And she was totally uninhibited and perfectly skilled in the art of giving and taking maximum pleasure. With such a fulfilling existence, it is perfectly understandable that I wouldn't think twice about the strange happenings of that night. That is, until she walked into my home office five days later leading a tall, good-looking late 30s, early 40s fellow with a shy almost diffident air about him. I work at home and although she still has commitments in the City she is also mainly based there. So we have a quiet space in the house that is devoted to "contemplation and creative thinking". Of course the deep thought and inspiration that goes on in that room is impacted somewhat by having a 15 year old boy and a 13 year old girl as permanent houseguests. She said, "Tom, I want you to meet Jack." The little voice inside my head was gibbering incoherently. But I smiled and extended my hand and said," Pleased to meet you". Needless to say, I wasn't pleased. So there really IS a Jack? She said, "Jack is a new author who we have taken on as a development project and he is a big fan of your work. He has come all the way out here because he wanted to meet you". The little voice in my head was throwing things around and raging, "What you really mean to say is that the home wrecking mother-fucker wants to "MEAT" YOU!!" But instead I smiled affably and said, "Well that's very flattering, please sit down and tell me about yourself Jack?" He sat in one of the leather wing chairs next to the fireplace while my wife sat opposite him on the couch next to my desk. She crossed her gorgeous legs, without giving any hint of seduction, and settled down with one arm on the back of the couch. That move only served to emphasize her still formidable tits. Jack was indeed a good looking guy. I quickly learned that he was married with three kids and a wife living on Staten Island. He was 39. He worked as a high school English teacher But he had finished his first novel. It had been bounced around from publisher to publisher until it landed with my wife's people. They thought it had promise. However, it was still very rough. That was where I came-in. They felt that I could help Jack shape it into something that would sell. That is, IF I was willing to work with him. I looked over the traitorous son-of-a-bitch. He was not projecting, "I just fucked your wife". In fact, he seemed nervous, as a rookie might be who was being introduced to a veteran player. My wife was looking at HIM with some interest and in my mind's eye "hunger". I sat back in my chair, knitted my fingers together in front of me and said, "And what will I get out of this if I do it?" My little voice was muttering under its breath, "Besides a pair of cuckold's horns." My wife said, "We will pay you a standard editor's fee of course and I really think that Jack has talent." My little voice went back to beating on the table yelling,"You think he DOES do you?" I said to myself, "Well what the fuck... Keep your enemies closer". So I said, "I'll do it, but you two are going to have to be out here every day the rest of this week to work with me." My thinking was that I could get a better fix on exactly how screwed I was watching them together. Now normally I am not that crazy jealous. I know that Millie loves me – yes, her parents were deluded enough to name their daughter Millicent. And I know that she would have to be very tempted to throw away 17 years of marital bliss along with two kids. But, notwithstanding the incident a week ago, there was something between them. It was in the familiar way she looked at him and he looked at her. It was in the playful banter and in the way they leaned toward each other as they talked. And it was a vast understatement to say that the whole thing was giving me serious blood-pressure issues. Part of the problem was that it was so unfair. I have hot young women throwing themselves at me at book signings and other public events. And it has never crossed my mind to cheat. I mean, you would have to have joined the ranks of the undead to NOT notice a nubile young thing sitting on the edge of the desk in tight pants while you signed her book. And it is not hard to miss the adoring glances and the general flirtation from the author groupies at the parties. But throughout all of that it never occurred to me to do anything other than come home to my wife and family. In fact, Millie and I were rarely apart. I would schedule out-of-town appearances around whether she could join me. I worked at home and the only times she was not physically with me was when she went into the City for occasional meetings. I quickly learned that the meetings for the past month were only with Jack. How did I find that out? They BOTH told me. I remembered a late night or two. But, they were so honest and up-front about their relationship that it really appeared to be strictly, development editor to author. I kept telling myself that I had no reason to be concerned. He was properly respectful and she was as loving and attentive as ever. But I had to find out. Suspicion is an insidious disease. I didn't want any doubts and misgivings to impact our easy loving relationship. So I JUST needed to make certain. Accordingly, the next Monday when she went into the City I was on the train behind her. I know that anybody reading this will think that I am a paranoid weenie. But my wife and my marriage are THAT important to me. I told myself that it was preventative medicine. I figured that I would watch her in her typical day and be reassured. Then I could put the whole sordid thing behind me. So, I was sitting in the park across from her building, reading the Times when she walked out of the entrance around 11:30. She hailed a cab and drove off. I hailed the next cab and actually got to use the line, "Follow that taxi". She got out at the Plaza. I thought to myself, "At least she has class." I lurked in the shadows of the lobby while she checked in. Jack got up from the chair that he was sitting in across the lobby and joined her at the elevator. He put his arm around her waist and hugged her in a touchingly loving manner. Did she lean away? As the door, closed I could just see him turning her toward him to kiss her. I don't think it was possible that I could be more devastated. But the part of me that still didn't believe it was actually happening had to witness her infidelity. More important, if they were really doing it I wanted to let them know that they were SOOOOO busted. I realize that this is the point in the story where the aggrieved husband coolly schemes to sell the cheating slut into white slavery, or alternatively charges into the sweaty affair and shoots both of them. But this is the real world not fantasyland. And, unfortunately, I still loved my wife to an absolute fault. That was the problem. Standing there, I was in a state of semi-panic. I hadn't REALLY expected anything to occur, and so I didn't have a plan for what to do next. And let me assure you that nobody thinks rationally while all of the dominos are toppling around them. But my lizard brain knew what it wanted; solid evidence. Like most successful writers, I am a very good actor. After all, what is story telling but acting in the written word? And if I can put on a role I can hold it together no matter how I actually feel. Today's role was husband meeting wife at the Plaza for a little bit of afternoon delight. Hence, I walked up to the desk-clerk radiating the harried look of a guy who was caught in a meeting and hadn't gotten to the tryst in time. I chose the one who hadn't waited on her. My aim was to keep any casual chit-chat between her and the clerk from busting my story. I said, with unease in my voice, "My wife might have just checked in. I was supposed to join her, but I got caught by a client." He asked for my credentials, driver's license and credit card. I handed them to him while glancing nervously at my watch, clearly projecting "She's going to kill me". He gave me my wife's room number. I said hastily, like it was an afterthought, "Could you burn me a keycard, I'll bet she was so mad that she didn't get me one". He looked at the monitor, saw what I knew he would see, and gave me a card. I said, "Thank you, turned and walked to the elevators." I got off at the fourth floor and strolled down to the room. I was aware that life on this planet was about to come to a total and catastrophic end and I wanted to prolong the moment as long as possible. So I stood there for a couple of seconds just thinking about all of the good times. Then I steeled myself and swiped the card. The green light came on. I stepped furtively inside, with I-phone out and set to record. I needn't have bothered being subtle. They were fucking like Tarzan fucks Jane. Since he was between Millie's legs, Lover-boy wasn't looking in my direction. The only one who could have possibly seen me was Millie. But she was so lost in the fuck that Martians could have been invading lower Manhattan and she wouldn't have noticed. I could hear her heavy breathing, her moans, her cries of lust and the lurid slurping noises as he pounded into her. She had her fingers dug into his buns, pulling him in further. And her beautiful legs were up in the air and churning wildly. She was making the familiar "Ahhh-Ahhhh-Ohhhh-Ahhh-Ahhhh-Ohhhh" noises that she makes just before she comes. Her tight round hips were gyrating in a frenzy of need. Her big beautiful tits were squashed between them in gorgeous mounds. He was grunting loudly and plunging into her like he was trying to drive her through the headboard and she was thrusting back with her usual wild abandon. The smell of aroused female was everywhere. I honestly didn't react to that dreadful sight. I was suspended somewhere in the cold, rational space between total system shutdown and the direst kind of despair. I recorded them in glorious 1080p and digital sound; right down to the thunderous climax. It wasn't that long but it seemed like an eternity. The orgasm itself was just like the thousands of ones that she has shared with me. This one was particularly excruciating however, since this time all I was holding was a camera . She started just yelling "AHHHH AHHHHH YESSSS COMMMMING COMMMMING!!!" Her pussy elevated aggressively to take him to the hilt and her drawn up legs spread so wide that her knees almost touched the bed. He let out an unearthly "AAAAAUGH" and his buns began to twitch spasmodically as he pumped his seed into her. She was making little grunting noises, as her contractions milked him of every drop. They were just coming down from their post coital high, when I put the phone down on the nearby desk and began to clap slowly and loudly. That hastily jerked them back to reality. They simultaneously turned their heads in my direction looking bewildered. Rational thinking is difficult when you have just had your mind blown. I had the phone back in front of my face and was dispassionately filming their reactions. His had a look of total astonishment, which quickly faded to absolute horror. I said coldly, "Get out". He was a lot younger and in much better shape than me. But he could see what was behind my eyes and it wasn't pretty. So he grabbed his stuff and rushed out into the hall, choosing to don his whitey-tighties on the other side of a closed door. He was still sporting a hard-on. I filmed his exit. I turned to the "faithless slut formerly known as my wife" and said one word, "WHY?" She was frozen, with shock. Then she began to cry. I made a show of turning off the video recorder and sat down in a chair. I didn't think I could have stood up much longer anyhow, confronted as I was by the sight of those fluids draining out of her well fucked pussy. She wailed and cried. I said, "You had better get it together and answer me or this is going on YouTube right here from the room." She started to scream. It's amazing how similar that shriek was to her finishing cry. However, the pain behind this one sounded more like a gut shot hyena. I said, "I'm leaving!!!" and started for the door. She said, almost incoherently, "NO WAIT!!!" and seemed to make an effort to pull herself together. The emotion playing across her face was terrible to behold. I went back and sat down. She was naked, so she pulled the sheet up over her big meaty boobs and flopped back on the pillow. She was still sobbing and taking deep breaths, like she was in an environment with very little oxygen. I waited some more. Finally she seemed to get herself under control enough so that she could talk. She said, "Tom, I am SO, SO sorry!!!!" I said matter of fact, "THAT's what they ALL say, can't you do better than that? You HAVE just ruined both of our lives you know." She went back to wailing. I said, truly wondering, "Are you just crying because you got caught?" She came at me out of the bed, stark naked. She started flailing at me, totally pissed-off, her luscious boobs swaying back and forth with the effort. I put my arms up to defend myself and backed away from her onslaught. She collapsed on the floor crying. I said, "What was that for?" That might sound like a stupid thing to say. But in all of the stories this is the point where the guy is beating up his faithless wife, not the other way around. It was not an action I expected. And it led me to conclude that there was a bit more to her grief than the fact that I had just caught her fucking her lover? She wailed, "I love you, ONLY YOU!!!" I snickered and said, "Odd way of showing it". She was starting to get herself back together. She slowly levered herself up from the floor, huge tits dangling, nipples still swollen like acorns. She walked hesitantly to the bed and sat down, pulling the sheet over her nakedness with some dignity. I asked the classic husband question, "How long?" She sniffled and said, "Two weeks". I did the math. That was just before her sleepy revelation in the night. I said, "WHY, why would you do this to me and the kids?" She said, "I don't know what I was thinking. It was only twice and I thought you would never find out. This was going to be the last time." I said as sarcastically as I could muster, "Really??!!" "Seriously??!!" I hoped that my doubts about THAT pronouncement showed through in my voice. Cheating - A Love Story Ch. 01 Then I asked the obvious question, "Do you love him?" She said, "GOD NO!!" I said, "Then this was just a little entertainment on the side?" She looked like she didn't know how to answer that. I said, "Look at it from my point of view. My wife, who I love more than life, has chosen to be unfaithful with a guy, who she can best describe as a human vibrator. You have no idea how inadequate that makes me feel and more importantly how well you have communicated to me that our marriage is of no value to you." She began to wail again. I had had enough of the hysterics and I was barely holding it together myself. I knew that it was critical for me to get out of there; if nothing more than to preserve my OWN sanity. So I said, "I am not going to torture you with this. I think I have all of the information I need for the lawyer." At that, her wailing increased to fan-jet proportions. I said we need some space to cool down so I am going to take the kids on a vacation for a couple of weeks and when I get back we can talk about what's next. I added as gently as I could, "I want you to know that as far as I'm concerned nothing has changed. I still love your slutty ass. I will probably love it forever - forsaking all others. But I don't think I can trust you or live with you as husband and wife. Unfortunately we have kids, so we have to find a way-forward that will not hurt them. That's what I want both of us to think about while I am gone." I got up to leave. As I did I said, "Oh by the way, tell lover-boy that I will be mailing the video to his wife as soon as I get on the train. I hope she is more understanding than I am." I looked back and she was face down on the bed literally beating on the pillows. As I closed the door I had the totally inappropriate thought that, "She still has a delectable ass" I was really in a difficult position. She was a wonderful wife and the woman of my dreams. That was a fact. No matter what they say, seventeen years of feeling that way about somebody doesn't just evaporate; no matter what atrocities you catch her committing on any given Monday. And in the balance of life; the sum of what we had built together outweighed the sights of the past half hour in the same proportion that a super-black hole would outweigh a pea. So honestly, I probably would have reconciled with her on the spot, if it was possible for me to trust her. Judge me as you wish, but that's the way I felt about her and our marriage. And I defy anybody who has had the same life-experiences to feel differently. The deal breaker was that she had obviously LOVED every second of him fucking her. In my simple mind that was the Gordian knot. And I couldn't cut through it. I was pretty sure that if she had cheated on me once, just for the thrill of a different cock, she would do it again. Then another horrible thought struck me. I had no certain knowledge that THIS was her only affair!!! There were millions of ideas like that whirling around in my head. So please don't get the impression that I was sitting on the LIR looking and acting like a normal commuter. I was a physical and emotional wreck. And the people on the train were avoiding me like I was the Unabomber muttering about world destruction. I downloaded the clip to my I-pad for safe keeping. All of that Apple interoperability is a blessing. Then I looked up lover boy's cell phone and called. He had seen that I was videoing them. So he knew what kind of leverage I had. I wanted the honest story. He answered on the second ring. I said sarcastically, "Well-well-well." He said, "I'm SO, SO sorry." That incongruously struck me as funny. I snickered and said, "I hear that a lot these days." He said, "Before you ask, I was the one who started it. She is so beautiful and sensual that I just had to have her. It was an overwhelming compulsion. Neither of us meant to hurt you, she said that she had never done anything like that before and she said that the guilt was killing her. She wanted to end it after the first time. But I talked her into one more time, just so we would have closure." This was getting absurd. I said with absolute incredulity, "Are you trying to tell me that I saw you two doing some kind of psycho-babble jungle fuck so that you could get each other out of your systems? Treat me with some respect. I'm not THAT stupid." He said, "NO I swear it. I had to work hard to get her motor running the first time. We were just about done with the edits and it was late. So I suggested that I buy her dinner and we could come back and finish up. I got her to drink a bottle of wine with me, and then most of another. I actually didn't have editing in mind. We were alone on her floor when we got back, so I took my chance. I used every trick I knew to get her going. She resisted at first but I kept working on her until I finally had her so fired up she didn't know what she was doing". The devil on my other shoulder snorted and said, "Tres gallant for him to take all of the blame, but she didn't say no" He said, "She was distraught when we finished." I actually laughed out loud. I said, "And even though she let you spread her legs on her office couch, you believe she has never done this before?" He said, "I swear on my mother's grave. All she could talk about was how much she loved you and how afraid she was that you would be hurt. And I couldn't get her to do it again until I threatened to tell you." He finished with, "We picked the Plaza to end it because I told her I needed something special to break it off." That made up my mind in one respect. His wife was SOOOO going to get the whole movie. I said conversationally, "Did you ever have a single thought about your three kids while you were plowing MY wife? They are going to be VERY disappointed in daddy after YOUR wife sees this." He said "GOD! PLEASE! NO!" Then he actually began to cry. He said, "I'll do anything". I said, "Kind of know how my wife must have felt, huh?" That's when it struck me that I had all that I needed. I still wanted her. That was the sad part. And I could live with her infidelity, if it was only this one instance. I am a pragmatic and a very tough minded individual. And you would have to be a total fucking idiot to hit the delete button on the woman you were born to be with, over an affair this utterly pathetic. But I had to be absolutely certain that it was over and that nothing like it would happen again. So I said, "I just changed my mind. I am NOT going to ship this to your wife and Millie's boss, and the Principal at your school and anybody else I can think of. I know that that would totally fuck up both of your lives and although I would do it to you in a heartbeat, I just love my wife too much." "So I am going to hold onto this as a surety. And if I find out that you have been lying about any part of the story, including the part about Millie's so-called guilt, I am going to post the whole two minutes of high-definition video on every internet site that will accept it. Then I am going to contact my lawyer and sue YOU for alienation of affection. Is that clear?" He said, "Completely, and thank you." I said, "So is there any part of your story you want to change? The whole thing will eventually come out you know?" He said, "GOD HELP ME I SWEAR IT." He was sincere. I knew it. I said," I will not hear from you again and you will never speak to my wife." Then oddly, I added with some passing regret, "You could have been a decent writer." I was going to make sure that he was totally dead in this business. I had the big picture now. She had slipped. That was for certain. But it looked like it was a one-time thing and under heavy pressure for that matter. I was ready to forgive and forget. But I felt like we had to firewall the situation, in order to rebuild our fundamental bond as husband and wife. THAT bond was trashed the moment she stepped on that elevator in the Plaza. Accordingly, I knew that I couldn't just welcome her back without taking some kind of affirmative step to draw the boundary that said, "Our new life begins here". And I will also admit that I wanted a small piece of her hide for cheating on me. You don't have to tell me. I already know that part was petty and mean. But I needed it to move forward. I'm human. I knew what two weeks without seeing me or her kids would be an extremely painful lesson about the consequences of fucking around. So when the kids got home from school I was waiting for them. I said, "How about we three take a little family vacation to Ireland for a couple of weeks?" They were thrilled. Both Millie and I are of Irish extraction and the kids have wanted to go there since they were little. I told them to go pack and we would stay in a motel by JFK in order to be prepared for the flight. I mainly wanted to get all of us out of the house as fast as I could, in case she came home. THAT was something that I was not equipped to deal with. And I also wanted to avoid any emotional confrontations in front of the kids. They both said, "Is mom coming?" I said, "No she has to work but you will see her when we get back." Then I made a few stops on the internet setting up the tickets and the hotel and calling the school. We left the house two hours later. Both kids were excited and happy. Millie had not made an appearance. But I kind of expected that. I knew it would take some time for her to recover. And I was sure that she was as much afraid of confronting me, as I was of dealing with her. That night at the JFK Marriott I checked my e-mail. By the timestamp she must have composed it on her laptop right after I left the room. It said, "I love you. I know how much I have hurt you and I can't express how sorry I am. I wish I had been stronger. But I failed both of us. I know that I am not as young and pretty as I used to be. And when an attractive young man started pushing my buttons, he finally pushed enough of them that I gave in. I know that I can't un-ring that bell. What can I say in my defense, except that I was very drunk, pathetically naive and heartbreakingly weak? I was so upset afterward that I almost threw up. I made him swear it would never happen again. But he told me that the only way he could end it would be in a place where we could really make love. He said he would walk away if he got to experience the total unrestrained ME. I felt like I was trapped and the only way I could get out of that trap was to meet his demands. I knew that the fait-accompli of my already straying would hurt you and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. So in my arrogance I decided to do as he demanded rather than simply tell you. The whole ghastly affair was just too embarrassing to admit and I was praying that you would never find out. Let me add. I am nowhere near as naïve as I was a month ago. I am aware that he might have tried to blackmail me again. And I was resolved to finally tell you if he did. But I wanted to take one last chance to make it right. I am pledged to be brutally honest now. There will never be any secrets between us again. So I have to admit to you that I absolutely and unreservedly enjoyed the sex you witnessed. I love to fuck. You know that. But what you saw was no different than what I have felt with you thousands of times, for 17 wonderful years. However, NOW I know what it feels like to lose everything just by scratching a stupid human itch. And I will NEVER let myself wander close to THAT cliff again. I pledge my eternal fidelity to YOU because I DO know what the consequences are. I love you and I swear that I will spend the rest of my life making up for the scene you just witnessed. Please, please, please don't leave me. I can't bear to be without you." I composed a return e-mail. It said, "I love you and I already miss you. You are, and always will be my wife and best friend and I want us to be together as much as you want us to be. But your cheating destroyed the bond of trust between us. So if you want this marriage to work again, we are going to have to rebuild our fundamental faith in each other from the ground up. The kids and I will be gone for two weeks. That was the length of time of your affair. When we get back I would like us to start over again as total strangers. Then, hopefully we can remake our marriage one brick at a time. I absolutely commit myself to doing that. I fell in love with you once and I am going to learn to love you all over again. If you agree to those terms I will see you in two weeks. Needless to say, this is your one and only free pass." We had a wonderful time in the Old Country. We toured Dublin and Cork and went up to Galway, which is where the family was from. Then we flew back to JFK, with both kids looking like bad caricatures of the Notre Dame mascot. I had not talked to her in the entire two weeks. I think the kids called her but they never mentioned it. I DID tell her about our arrival time, in a text that I sent from Shannon Airport. I was not sure whether she would drive all the way down to JFK but as soon as we cleared customs I saw her standing there. She looked totally and unequivocally nervous. She had clearly lost weight and she was very pale. She was wearing a plain black skirt and four inch heels. It did wonderful things to her hips and legs. She was wearing a simple white frilly blouse with those wondrous tits pushing out the front. She was freshly scrubbed, made up and her hair was loose around her face. She was a truly beautiful woman. The kids cannoned into her like twin wrecking balls. I stood back while she hugged and kissed both of them. She used to have to squat down to do that. Now they are both almost her height. They headed off on their own to claim our bags. Fifteen year old Jason was in charge. He had become quite the man of the world during our adventure. She turned toward me. She looked tentative, shy and very frightened. I could see that she was barely holding it together. And that she was one mean word away from completely breaking down. She was my wife and I loved her. I wanted this to work as much as she did. So I took both of her hands, pulled her to me and hugged her. I whispered in her ear, "You look absolutely beautiful. I have missed you more than I can express and I'm the guy with all of the words." That DID get a sob, which she muffled against my shoulder. I waited until the shaking stopped and then pushed her back. I looked into that much adored face and said quizzically, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" She looked puzzled, then amused. She said, "You don't know me. I lost my husband. But I plan to find a new one who I will love with all of the passion my soul is capable of giving. Are you interested in applying for the job stranger?" I said, "That depends on whether you want a long-term exclusive relationship with just one man." She said, "I had some experience with cheating in the past. I am a lot older and wiser now and I have learned a very profound lesson. So I will devote the rest of my life to proving to the man I am married to that I am his and his only, until death do us part." I said, "Well you sound like somebody I could spend some time with and get to know better. How would you like to come to my place tonight? I have two wonderful kids who would love to tell you about their adventures on the Ould Sod. And maybe if we are feeling really romantic you might even stay over. We have to nurture this new relationship and the best way that two strangers can get to know each other is by spending a lot of time together." She grabbed me and squashed those magnificent tits on my chest. She said, "Well then let's get the nurturing started because this new relationship is definitely going to work." Then she kissed me with all of the sheer longing and despair she must have felt over the past two weeks. I know that some of you think that I should have beaten her at this point and then walked away, if only to assert my male dominance. But this story was NOT written for adolescent guys and their fragile egos. It is about deep mature love between a man and a woman. And it is about two people and the choices they make for better or worse. Who knows? If I had NOT heard the name "Jack" things might have worked out exactly as Millie had planned. And I would have not had to make the decision that I made. But instead I was forced to make a choice, which in retrospect was actually a very easy one. I chose to lead a happy and fulfilling life with the only woman who I have ever loved. And that decision was one that I KNEW I had gotten right. Cheating - A Love Story Ch. 02 NINJAS AND NIGHTS OUT The way of Shinobi demands the eye of the eagle, the stealth of the mongoose, the swiftness of the cheetah and the patience of the horse. Standing there in my black hooded keikogi and facemask, with my felt shoes and my crossed katana on my back, I was all of those things; as well as a little pissed off. Assuming an air of profound oriental serenity, I watched the party going on around me with my eagle eye, particularly my wife Millie. Millie had adopted the persona of the Catwoman for the evening. This was the brick shithouse version played by Halle Berry, not Julie Newmar's more sedate costume. Millie might be 42 years old. But she still had the body to totally rock a get-up like that. She was laughing and talking with the four people who surrounded her. There were a couple of pirates, Mighty Thor and whatever Han Solo would look like if he was 40ish and overweight. The pirates were Jim and his wife Sue, who had arranged the party. The Thor, who was anything but MIGHTY, was our next door neighbor Sam. Han was a local cockhound named Bill. Millie is hugely endowed in the boobs department and her skin-tight costume left very little to the imagination. Watching Bill devour her with his eyes made me wish that the nunchaku on my belt were real. I helped her pick out that costume. I was pushing for Little Red Riding Hood, or perhaps something in the way of chain mail. But she insisted on going in an outfit more suited to the spirit of the event and her voluptuous body. Simply put, Millie is stacked. As she has gotten into her 40s she has become a lot more liberated from her earlier body issues, when she was embarrassed by her big jugs. But her newer more secure self was a little unsettling to the likes of me. I really didn't think that she realized the effect that her body, in that get-up, had on men; or then again perhaps she did. As I watched she talked and danced and generally used her splendid curves to assemble an impressive array of male admirers. ~ I was not even supposed to be at the party. I had an event in Vegas for the weekend. I couldn't get out of it because I was one of the featured speakers. Millie offered to go with me, since we are seldom apart. But this costume party is a once a year event at our golf club. And our club is 300 yards up the street from our house. So we had both agreed that Millie should go to the party without me. I got into Vegas midafternoon that Friday. I was met at McCarran by the publisher's rep. He had a favor to ask. The guy who was supposed to keynote the entire event was held up in LA and couldn't make it until the next day. So would I be willing to switch to Friday night? He knew that asking me to step out in front of 500 people with no preparation whatsoever was a huge imposition. But he swore that they would make it up to me with a penthouse at the Bellagio for the two nights of the conference. And they were all sure that I could pull it off. I was delighted; since it meant that I could exchange my ticket for a return the following morning and still join Millie at the party. And spending one night living like a plutocrat was just icing on the cake. I told him to forget about the second night and I would see him at 7:00. There was still plenty of time before the show and so I stopped at Star Costumes and picked up a snazzy ninja outfit for tomorrow night. I have always seen myself as the stealthy assassin type, rather than the big man on campus Samurai anyhow. I was going to call Millie as soon as I got checked in and tell her that I would make it back in time for the party. But I got caught up prepping for the presentation and time got away from me. The presentation itself went off exactly the way I wanted it to. I am a closet stand-up comic and I don't think I have done a good job unless the audience is rolling in the aisles. I pegged the laugh-o-meter several times that night and so when I finished up I was feeling very full of myself. The next stop is always the publisher's party. I was leaning on a wall doing what I like to do, which is observing the interplay among the guests. I was sipping my second Johnny Walker Blue and watching numerous long-term affairs and one-night-stands getting off the ground when I heard a sultry voice say, "You should have been in comedy". I turned to see who this extremely perceptive individual was, and locked onto the most smoking hot pair of emerald eyes that I had ever beheld. And the face and figure attached to those eyes would have made Jessica Rabbit look dowdy. I choked on my drink but managed a "thank you" as I was wiping $95 a shot scotch off of my lapels. She looked amused. She was one of those women whose figure can best be described as two watermelons attached to a broomstick. And she knew what her assets were, since the expensive turquoise dress that matched the red hair was cut in a way that made me suspect she was using super-glue to preserve her modesty. I said just to make conversation, "I assume you were at the talk". She said that she was indeed and then proceeded to point out 10 fallacies in my logic, which rather than pissing me off intrigued me. I am a sucker for smart women. I said, "Perhaps you would like to argue about this someplace where the noise is a little less distracting." She gave me a look like it was about time I asked and said, "Lead the way." I strolled over to the Lilly bar with her sashaying along next to me, chattering about gambling mentalities. Once we got ourselves situated in a nice little corner booth I said, "You know who I am. So who are you?" It turned out that she was a 28 year old grad student at UNLV getting a PhD in English. I didn't editorialize about the cost-benefit of that choice, since I didn't want to discourage her. I also didn't ask the obvious question, which was, "How did you manage to get into the event?" because it was obvious that she was wearing her credentials. I marveled at the male mind and the women who take advantage of it. We talked for quite a while and she proceeded to get shitfaced drunk. I could see where that was heading, which was up to my suite, when she said rather conversationally, "Why don't you fuck me now." Notwithstanding the fact that I am totally committed to my wife and my marriage, I just don't find sleeping with women who are young enough to be my daughter a good idea. And I was not stupid enough to think that she wanted to fuck me because of any marked resemblance to George Clooney, NOT! She wanted to be able to go back and tell all of the gang at the campus malt shop about her evening of passion with the semi-famous author, who was the stand-in for the REALLY famous one. So I steered her out to the concierge and told him to make sure she got home safe and to charge the taxi or limo, or whatever he put her into, to my room. My publisher owed me. Then I proceeded to go upstairs to bed. I called Millie to let her know I would make the party after all. It went straight over to voicemail which was understandable since even though it was 11:00 in Vegas it was 2AM back home and she had probably turned off the phone for the night. I was going to leave a message and then I had a brilliant idea. I would surprise her. So I just told her how much I loved her. ~ The flight back was the usual bitch. Air travel used to have some class. But now all I can think of as I go through the shenanigans at the airport is the theme song from "Rawhide". And I hate eastbound coast-top-coast travel anyhow because it moves the clock up 3 hours. Vegas flights are the worst because they have a lot of first time travelers on them and you always get some guy in the seat next to you who has probably been drinking for 24 straight hours prior to boarding. So with the hour and a half ground stop in Denver and the fat drunken broad who slept with her head on my shoulder for six hours I didn't get into JFK until 7:00 that night. I was very close to committing homicide, just to make a statement about the airline industry. Millie was obviously not going to pick me up so I rented a car and drove the 40 minutes home. She had already gone to the party, which I could hear up the block, and the kids were at their grandparents. So I had plenty of time to get into my ninja gear. I added two fake crossed katana and a pair of plastic nunchucks that I had gotten out of 15 year old Jason's childhood toy chest. He had outgrown them long ago and Leonardo and Michelangelo could spare them for the evening. I was a vision of ninjitsu. I crept stealthily into the party. It was going full blast and since there are very few ninjas in the neighborhood at that time of night, everybody just assumed that I was a guest. I ran into Mike and his wife Jill as soon as I got up to the bar. He and I play golf a lot with our wives. He said, "Great costume buddy!" He didn't have a clue that it was me. I thought, "Hmmmm?" Millie has told everybody that I am in Vegas and this costume seems to be foolproof, maybe I should just sit back for a minute or two and see what REALLY goes on in my infrequent absences? Now, I hear you asking why I would do something that devious. Well, I have always wondered how my wife acts in social situations, when I am not around. And I had some cause to want to reassure myself. It was absolutely NOT like I thought she was fucking around on me. We had settled that question a year earlier. But, we all put on different personalities for different situations and I was curious what a Millie unfiltered by the presence of moi was really like. I admit it. I am perhaps a little over-fascinated by my own wife but if you knew that package of wit, creativity and sheer intelligence you would be willing to indulge me. And there is also the matter of that remarkable ass in a pair of skin tight leather pants with clearly no underwear When I first knew her she was a bit of a wallflower. In mixed groups now, she is friendly, clever and vivacious; but not particularly forthcoming. The Millie I was seeing out there was nothing like that. She was much flirtier than any of the Millies that I knew. And she had a gaggle of men following her around like they were dogs in heat. And she was clearly enjoying the attention. She is a beautiful woman in any situation. But clad in a cat suit at a drunken party at a golf club she was remarkable. None of the women came close to that package of sheer femininity. She has huge tits. Uplifted like they were in a leather halter they were mouthwatering. Her 40 year old tummy, which the suit exposed from her boobs down to just above her pussy, is still shapely. But her hips and ass are what will set off the male of the species. She has the roundest tightest ass and hips. They scream female "fertility". The effect of those hips and legs clad in skin tight leather was unfair to all of the men at the party and maybe one of the females; if what I had heard about Helen Morgan was true. Millie is an intelligent and wickedly humorous woman and that quality was on full display as she stood among her gang of admirers. They kept bringing her drinks. I didn't need to be a ninja master to figure out what they were up to. They were trying to get her drunk. And the drunker she got the freer they got with their hands. She danced with all of them, moving her body in a way that suggested the incredible sexual heat that I know she can muster. She danced the slow dances with her arms around the neck of her partner, her huge boobs squashed into their chests, head resting dreamily on their shoulder and playing with their hair. She allowed the occasional hand to slip down and cup her ass and she must have been very aware of the poking she was getting because her partners were all left with a serious woody when she finished having her way with them. Most of these guys were married and so I was not particularly worried. Their wives would keep them on their leash. But Han, Bill that is, was recently divorced and I could see that he would have to be watched. There was not a chance that I was going to let a horny weasel like Bill fuck the wife of a master of shinobi. Millie might have talked, danced and flirted with all of the men. But "Han" was always in the background. And his attentions were about to get his ass kicked. ~ The party petered out at around 1:00 and my now visibly hammered wife said her goodbyes and headed for the door. The guys had been relentlessly plying her with alcohol. I don't know what they thought they were going to get out of that since they all had chaperones. It was probably just the natural guy instinct to get the pretty girl drunk. She had ben slurring her speech for the past half hour and was lurching along. I wasn't going to let her walk home like that even if it was only a three minute walk. So I moved quickly to intercept her. I knew she would kill me if she thought I had been watching her socialize for two solid hours but I had a story warming up in the bullpen about how I had just gotten in and rushed to be with her. Unfortunately I was not quick enough. Han Solo appeared next to her taking her arm and making cooing solicitous noises. I backed off. I was concerned but I wanted to see how far she would let things go. I am not naturally jealous but every male on the planet has a "fidelity" gene that wonders about the wife. Nothing was going to happen of a permanent nature. I would guarantee that. But I wanted to see if she would handle that slime ball or let him make a more aggressive move. He had his arm around her naked waist supporting her as they meandered their way up the walk toward our house. I followed stealthily. The ferocious shadow warrior would have been hard to see, even if the light had been better. But in the dark of our exclusive neighborhood I was more-or-less invisible. They had gotten to our front porch when he turned her and smashed his mouth down on her. She moaned and put her hand behind his neck and responded with one of her hot open mouthed kisses. Millie burns hotter than any woman I have ever known. It is probably a fraction of a degree but her mouth and her pussy are literally hot. And when she kisses you she is totally open to you, and totally all-there, as if nobody else existed. I have had sex with women where the experience was not as intimate as one of her kisses. That went on for an uncomfortably long period of time, perhaps ten seconds. My jealousy meter was about to blow up from sheer stress and I was sharpening my katana for both of them. Then she broke the kiss and said, "Thank you Bill" turned and started toward the door. He had been rewarded for his gallantry in walking her home and now it was time for her to go to sleep. Bill was not having any of that by a long shot. He walked quickly past her, turned her toward him and began to try to kiss her again. She said, "Stop it! It was very pleasant tonight. Don't spoil it!" He said, "You cock teasing bitch. You have been giving me signals all night that you want me to fuck you." She said, "I'm sorry if you got that impression but I have no interest in fucking you, or anybody else but my husband, EVER!" Bill gave a low growl and literally ripped the bra part of the Catwoman costume off her. She was now standing on our front porch naked with those huge incredibly delectable boobs on full display. He grabbed her and dragged her back against him saying, "I'm going to fuck you right here on your living room floor and you're going to love it slut." He had one arm twisted behind her, holding her by her buns against his hard-on. He began to maul one gorgeous tit with the other hand as he lowered his face toward her. I could see that she was trying to knee him in the balls but he was too close. She was squirming as he pressed his lips to hers. Then he yelled, "Ahhh" and backed up holding his lip. She had bitten him. In response he slapped her hard and angry and she fell to the ground. That was when the full fury of the orient fell on him. I hit him from behind on the back of his shoulders with my arms straight out and with the weight of my angry run behind it. It was a violent push, which was designed to whiplash him and drive him face-first into the wall. He was considerably bigger than me, but he didn't know how to fight. He was thinking Marquess of Queensberry. I was thinking any handy way to inflict maximum pain. He turned angry in a boxing stance and before he could react I stepped into him and gave him a Glasgow kiss. The effect of that massive head butt must have broken his cheekbone along with his nose. His blood gushed all over my forehead and he dropped like he had been shot. I thought, "Geez I hope I didn't kill him." Millie was just getting her wits back and starting to rise as I dragged Han back off the porch and kicked him in the balls a couple of times just for good luck. The little voice in my head was growling, "Try to fuck my wife will you!" I was working on instinct. But as I thought about it, it seemed like a good idea that the mysterious ninja should quickly disappear back into the night. Millie was getting unsteadily to her feet as I threw the still unconscious Han Solo over my shoulder fireman style. The fact that Millie was dazed from his hitting her didn't make me handle him gently. I had not wanted to block our driveway with the rental so it was parked two houses down on the other side of the street. I dropped Han rather vigorously next to the car. Got in and drove stealthily off. Millie was watching my car as I drove away. Then I saw her turn, still naked from the waist up and head shakily into the house closing the door. I was on my cell calling 911 to report a person lying by the side of the road. I figured he was just far enough up the street that the police wouldn't connect the dots and I was pretty sure Bill would not enlightened them. Somehow "A mysterious ninja attacked me while I was trying to rape my neighbor's wife" just didn't sound like a good story to tell. It would probably be a faceless gang of muggers instead. I thought for a minute before I called Millie. She needed plausible deniability. Besides being terribly embarrassing the whole incident could have criminal prosecution overtones for me. And so the shadow warrior had to be nowhere near the scene of the crime. The beauty of the situation was that not one person knew that I was the ninja. Nobody had seen my face all evening and everybody thought I was in Las Vegas. So as I drove off down the Southern State Parkway back toward JFK, I called Millie. She answered just before it went over to voicemail. She sounded like she had been crying. I said as brightly as I could muster, "This is your goodnight call sleepy head. How was the party". She said rather meekly, "It was nothing much. It was very boring actually. When shall I pick you up?" I said, "11 AM, I'll wait outside the terminal so you don't have to park." I actually needed to meet her outside because I had already gone through airport security the day before. She said, "I'll be there. I missed you more than I can tell you." She sounded a little depressed and weepy. I said, "Well I miss you more and I love you more than that." The guy at the airport Marriott didn't even bat an eye when I checked in wearing black keikogi and felt shoes. I was carrying the hood and the mask and the plastic katana and nunchucks were in a trash can outside. They see a lot of things around an airport I slept that night dreaming of Millie and her sexuality. Every husband wants a wife who is a perfect lady in the living room and a wildcat in the bedroom and for as long as I have known her Millie has been one of those. Cheating - A Love Story Ch. 02 But she is very hot and there is always the nagging fear that she might get the locations mixed up. Tonight, she had proven to be totally faithful to me, even if it took the intervention of a mysterious ninja to keep her from being fucked on the floor of her living room. But she had also been undressed, knocked down and was totally sexually vulnerable at the point where I showed up. That must have scared her and I was wondering how it would affect her. ~ She was as beautiful as ever as she wheeled her Jag XF up to the curb. Freshly scrubbed, made up and with her hair pulled back off her face she was the absolute opposite of last night's persona. The farmer's daughter herself couldn't have looked purer and more wholesome. Before she arrived I had bought the clothes I was wearing and I was carrying a twin of my carry on. But all there was inside was a used ninja suit. She kissed me with special longing and passion, and with a lot of moaning on the side. I understood. This was the first kiss she had given anybody since Bill last night, and it had the feel of some kind of purging. We drove the 40 minutes back to the airport with me telling her about the presentation, absent any mentions of gorgeous star fuckers. On the other hand she omitted phrases like, "almost falling down drunk", "hands all over my ass", "dry humping on the dance floor" and "nearly got fucked in the living room" from the recounting of HER night. I asked her if anything untoward had happened while I was gone. She nonchalantly mentioned that one of our neighbors was mugged after the party. She said that he was in the hospital overnight with a concussion. She said that the rumor was that it was a roving gang, out to cause trouble in the suburbs. I asked her who it was. She said with studied casualness, "Bill Martin from the next street over, do you know him". I said, "Of course I know him, he's the biggest cockhound in 30 square miles. He probably got caught fucking somebody else's wife and got his ass kicked". She actually turned pale and quivered. It dawned on me that maybe she was afraid that Bill had been closer to spreading her legs than I thought. She said, "Well you're home now and I am never going to go to one of those things again without you. I got pretty drunk last night". I said with studied seriousness, "I hope you didn't do anything you aren't telling me about." I knew that was a cheap shot, and it got the expected reaction; stark raving anguish. She said with regret in her voice, "I might have been a little over-familiar with some of the men when we danced but it was nothing you haven't seen before." She was right about that. She is always being pawed on the dance floor. But I had never seen the plastering herself on people, playing with the back of their neck and occasionally sexually moaning Millie that I had observed last night. And of course her adventure with Bill and the shadow warrior was off the table for obvious reasons. I put THAT down to her being too embarrassed to tell me. We had lunch but we were both in too big a hurry. That is always the case when we have been apart for any length of time. I said, "I have to go upstairs and unpack. I mainly wanted to stash my new travel ensemble where she couldn't find it. She wandered into the bedroom a couple of minutes later looking hungry. ". I said, "I want to take a shower first" and recounted my six hour "tryst" with the drunken fat lady in seat 19 Echo. When I came out drying my hair she was propped up naked in bed with the curtains slightly drawn and the afternoon light accenting her enormous breasts. She was eyeing me with a speculative look. Both of her prominent nipples were extended to maximum length and she had her feet placed flat on the bed a couple of feet apart, knees bent. I did not have to be a mind reader to figure out what she was thinking. I walked slowly over to the bed shedding my clothes as I came. She turned her body slightly toward me, her heavy breasts swaying with her as she turned. Boobs like Millie's don't shake or jiggle when they move. They are too heavy for that. Instead they sway gently in graceful arcs with almost hypnotic momentum. I sat next to her and looked into her eyes. There was huge hunger there. I turned quietly and lay beside her on the bed. She scooted to accommodate me. She put one of those perfect legs over the back of my thighs, the same legs that I had admired for a couple of hours in their skin tight leather pants. Then she pulled me toward her. Millie is the most steadfast person I know; a companion who you can always count on in a tough situation. But she needs physical affirmation when we have been apart. It is like fear of separation drives her sexuality. She cheated on me once and I believe that she has been insecure about me from the moment that we reconciled. And the more insecure she has been, the more she needs to have me inside her; like the physical connection that we establish reinforces our bond. Her pulling me to her slid my cock easily into her tight, soaking and white hot pussy, without either of us doing anything to facilitate the connection. I glided up into her to the top. We both groaned with the sensation. I could feel the little flutters and nips that her passage always gives me when I am deep inside her. And the heat was tremendous. She had her hand at the back of my neck looking intently into my eyes, like she needed to find something there. My eyes sent her a message of my undying love and trust in her. What I got back from her was impatience. Then the heat, the smell of arousal and the sensation of being enfolded in that perfectly silky wetness, combined with what I had witnessed last night and I kind of went berserk. Maybe the fear that I might lose her again had built up something in me too; because, last night's situation let the animal out. I had to fuck her like Bill had WANTED to. She was no longer my lifelong friend and companion. I needed to breed her and mark her as mine, screw her brains out! It was like I was staking my claim by pounding her like she was a red hot horseshoe and I was the blacksmith. I heard a voice that must have been mine give a low animalistic growl and then I threw myself on top of her. My last rational observation was the smirk of sheer satisfaction that came over her face as I set about categorically ravaging her. I put my hands under her thighs, lifted them and spread her wide. She actually moved her legs a little bit further apart and rotated her hips up aggressively to meet me, like she was saying, "Is that your best shot!!??" I was beating directly down on our pubic bone, with her clit right underneath me, grunting like a wild boar. I was just humping my entire lower body forward, as if I was trying to crawl through her. I was hammering her at a rate and with a power that was making her gasp for air. She had a faraway look in her eyes and I was smashing into her so hard that we kept moving closer to the headboard. She was taking me to the hilt with total abandon. Fortunately she had extended her arms over her head and was holding both of us away from the headboard. Otherwise I was driving into her with such force I probably would have broken her neck. Her huge gorgeous tits, the ones I had last seen naked on our front porch, were quivering like the Atlantic in a force five hurricane. Boobs that weighty don't jiggle, they actually seem to ripple with the impact. I heard her hissing, "Ahhhh Yesss fuck me! Fuck me harder!!" Then she abruptly changed to a strangled cry of, "What are you doing to me??!!" I could sense an orgasm building in her that was coming from somewhere around the tip of South America, or maybe even Antarctica. Then her contractions started and there was total chaos inside her lady parts. Her quivering and shaking wouldn't stop and as soon as the intense contractions of one orgasm washed out of her another more intense one started up. I just kept pounding her through all of that making a low animal growl. I normally know what she is doing as we fuck but all I could see was a lustful red haze. Every conscious thought had long since left the building. But I could feel things stirring in my balls that indicated that great forces were about to be unleashed. As an earth-shattering eruption started, whose force would have rivaled two large planets colliding, I added stars to the red firmament that surrounded me. She must have orgasmed spectacularly six, or seven distinct times during the time I am recounting here. I don't really know how many because I was never so out of control in my life and when I fired off inside her the coming actually hurt it was so violent. I was having a hard time catching my breath so I lunged out of her body to lie gasping next to her on the bed, not knowing what had happened to her; and not really caring at that point. There was something in her behavior last night that made me more selfish than I have ever been with her. And she seemed to want me to take her as roughly as possible in order to wipe Bill's specter from her memory. I lay there only slightly removed from a heart attack with my sanity slowly coming back to me. I finally got enough of my mind gathered back together to roll on my side and look at her. She was lying there with her huge breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples extraordinarily extended; with her legs spread as wide as they were when I bailed out of her and my sperm leaking out. I kissed her cheek. She popped one eye open and looked at me with smug kitty-like satisfaction. I said, with sincerity, "I'm sorry if I hurt you". She looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "Hurt me!!! You just set a new orgasm record for me!!! It's nice to feel YOU lose control once in a while!!" We showered together. That led to me pounding her luscious ass for another half hour as we ran all the hot water out of the tank. We went downstairs and I had to tell her what I had done. I got us both a cup of coffee and we sat out on the deck. It was the middle of a beautiful fall day in Suffolk County. The kids were due home soon and I wanted to get the whole thing out as simply and honestly as I could. Before I could open my mouth however, she said, "Honey, I have done something terrible and I need to tell you about it." That shot my anxiety level to def-con 5 and the pressures suddenly building in my chest had only previously been experienced at the bottom of the Marianna's Trench. She had cheated again! I sat there looking at her with total numb horror written on my face. There was no way I could survive this AGAIN. She said, "You know I love you and that I promised you that there would be no secrets between us." I nodded glumly. She said, "We have a new intern at the office", Millie works for one of my publishers. I said, "Who is he?" without adding "this time". She laughed and said, "No silly it's a woman." I thought, "Oh my God, she's cheated with another woman!!!" I didn't know what to think about that. She said, "Her name is Emma and she is working on a doctorate at the University of Nevada in Las Vegas." That began to sound vaguely familiar. She said, "Emma is a spectacular looking young woman and she was meeting with her advisor in Las Vegas the same time you were there." That was beginning to sound VERY familiar. Millie took both of my hands in hers and said, "God forgive me but I asked her to try to seduce you at the conference, just to see if you would be faithful to me. I know how much I hurt you with my past failure and I just had to find out whether that had changed our marriage." She said, "I talked with her yesterday before the party and she said that she got very drunk and propositioned you but and you put her in a limo and sent her home." I laughed out loud with relief. So THAT was it? She looked shamefaced and said, "I should have trusted you and I am ashamed of myself. I would have forgiven you. But you just mean that much to me" I took her hand, stood her up and kissed her with all of the tenderness and love that I could muster for a wife and best friend. Then I said, "Well then, I have an embarrassing admission for you." She looked totally shaken. I knew what she was thinking, because I had just had THAT thought myself. I said, "Wait here" and disappeared upstairs to don my secret identity as Shinobi master of ninjitsu and the shadow warrior. She was staring morosely off into the distance as I reappeared behind her on the deck, my glittering eyes of death being the only thing peeking out of the front of the costume. She shrieked in terror, got a look of total astonished puzzlement and then I could see her processing it. I said, "Shinobi master of ninjitsu at your service madam". For several seconds, Shinobi needed all of his ninja arts to avoid the beating she was trying to administer. Then she looked horrified. She said, "Did you see EVERYTHING?" I said, "EVERYTHING". She said, "And you were the person who saved me from that creep?" I said, "Hai Gosujin-sama!!!" Then she began to laugh. She was still laughing when the kids got back. I think they thought that their mother had lost her mind. What their mother had actually lost were any lingering doubts that the bond between husband and wife would ever be broken, even if that recognition DID require the deep mysteries of the Land of the Rising Sun to facilitate it.