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How Wonderful Ch. 01

By: BlBones



This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. The story is divided into seven chapters and the follow-on chapters will appear over the next several days. This is a story of an unfaithful wife and the results. There is not a lot of explicit sex, if that is what you are looking for. I hope you enjoy.

My name is Gerri and I am 25. My husband, Sam (26), and I live in a modest three bedroom house in a middle class neighborhood in a small mid-western city. We have been married seven years and have two girls, Marci (3) and Anna (5). Sam is a line supervisor for the telephone company. His normal work hours are 6 a.m. to 2 p.m. and he is usually home about three. I work at home for an insurance company 4-5 hours per day. 

Ever since the children have been able to walk and enjoy playing outdoors, I have taken them, almost every day, to Sharon's house. Sharon is my best friend from high school and we ended up living a block and a half from each other. Sharon has two girls also and their ages are almost the same as mine. Her husband was killed in an auto accident over eighteen months ago, but he left a good insurance policy so that Sharon could, if she is thrifty, get along without working. 

Our normal routine is for me to take the kids to her house about ten. Weather permitting we pack a lunch and walk to a nearby park. Shortly after lunch we return to one of our houses, usually Sharon's, and put the kids down for a nap. During nap time one of us stays with the kids while other runs errands when needed. After the naps we let the kids play for a while, sometimes returning to the park, and then I return home with my kids by three in the afternoon. If we aren't at the house when Sam comes home, he comes to Sharon's or the park and gets us. 

The embryo to my problem was set in place about eight months ago. Sharon decided to take in a renter to supplement her income. She rented one bedroom and bath to a middle-aged (38) black man who works as a bartender. He works from 4 p.m. until 2 a.m. and usually comes home about 3 a.m. He sleeps until around 10 a.m. and on work days he showers, dresses, and leaves for work about 2 p.m. 

I had met Mark, her roomer, and would see him from time-to-time as he was leaving for work. He seemed to be very nice. Anyway, about six months ago, I had to enroll Anna for kindergarten and were late getting to Sharon's that morning. I had let Sharon know the night before. 

Sharon was acting strangely and seemed to be in a cloud. She was anxious to get to the park. Once at the park, she just sat with a sort of silly grin on her face. I didn't know whether to talk to her or just pretend that I didn't notice anything. After a while I couldn't stand it any more and said, "Sharon, what's gotten in to you? You're acting strange." 

She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Gerri, I thought you would never ask and what I'm going to tell you stays between us. OK?"

I affirmed that I would keep a secret and she continued. "It's funny that you asked what had gotten in to me because that's exactly what it's all about."

I looked at her questioningly. Her reply didn't make any sense. Then she went on in a twitter, "Mark got into me this morning. Gerri, it was pure heaven. I haven't been with a man since my husband's death, and I can tell you this was worth waiting for. He's very well endowed and he knows how to use it."

Sharon then revealed the whole story. She and Mark had been innocently playing around for several weeks. A few days ago she passed Mark's room and the door was not fully shut. She saw him dropping his towel as he prepared to dress after a shower and she saw his cock. She said it was enormous. (As it turns out, he is hung with eleven inches of meat.). Anyway, she couldn't get her mind off of what she had seen. The next few days she shied away from the playful games.

This morning, they had started to mess around again. He was holding her from behind and she backed up into his semi-erect cock. She couldn't pass off the feeling she had and turning around she told Mark that she had seen him dressing. He was a little embarrassed and said he would be sure to keep the door shut. They sat down and talked a little. Then she said she didn't know what made her do it, but she asked Mark if she could see it up close. Mark was reluctant saying he didn't think it was the right thing to do.

She persisted and he relented and unzipped his trousers. He then pulled his semi-erect cock out for her to see. She just couldn't resist it and she reached over and gently stroked it. Then she began to gently stroke it. She said she didn't know why she did this but she seemed to be mesmerized by the largest cock that she had ever seen. Without a word between them, and knowing I would be late, she let him lead her to his bedroom.

I don't have to say what happened next. Simply stated, Sharon enjoyed one of the best fucks she had ever had. I asked her if she was going to do it again and she didn't hesitate to say she definitely would. 

She leaned over, took my hand and said, "Oh Gerri, you have no idea what it is like to have a monster cock completely filling your pussy. Until you have had the experience, you just can't imagine what it is like to be so completely fucked."

Over the next few weeks I could see Sharon blossom again into a completely fulfilled and happy woman. I know she was sleeping with him some nights and was also enjoying some early morning encounters, because she would call and bring the kids to my house before time to go to the park on some mornings. I was very happy for her and was very relieved to learn she was on the pill again.

My happiness for Sharon prompted me to let Sam in on what was happening. Sam was amazed and couldn't get over Sharon being with a black man. He even joked that this man must be delivering quite a package for Sharon. I told him that it was not funny and to stop being so crude. He then asked if I had met him and I told him that I had, on a couple of occasions, and that from what I could see, he seemed to be very nice.

Sam quipped back, "How big, I mean how nice is he?"

I slugged him on the shoulder and told him he was awful.

Our routines stayed pretty much the same for several weeks. One day, by the time we returned from the park, it had become very hot outside. After lunch and the children were put down, Sharon made some vodka gimlets. We both had several and were becoming giddy; when Mark came into the kitchen before going to work. 

She called him over to her and whispered something in his ear with a giggle. Then she said in a tipsy voice, "Gerri, I don't think you believed me when I told you about Mark. Would you like to see for yourself what he has?" 

Feeling light headed, and not giving it a thought, I just giggled, "Sure, Why not?"

Mark looked at me and asked if I was sure. I told him to go ahead. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. I was taking a sip of my gimlet and I almost swallowed the glass. 

Sharon asked if I would like to touch it.

Although I was feeling a small buzz from the drinks, I knew that things were starting to head in the wrong direction and that I should leave and come back for the children after their naps. But I couldn't take my eyes off of that mammoth piece of manhood. I protested and made a feeble excuse, but I didn't move or take my eyes off his cock. 

After a moment, Sharon took Mark's hand and led him over to me. She then took my hand and placed Mark's, now beginning to stiffen, cock in the palm of my hand and said, "Gerri, don't be a prude, enjoy it for a minute."

My fingers could not go all the way around his cock, but I began to gently stroke it. I had made about three or four strokes when I heard one of the children in the bedroom. I popped out of my stupor, dropped Mark's cock, and started for the door.   Sharon was a step ahead of me and pushed my shoulders back and said, "I'll take the kids to the park, go ahead, enjoy yourself with Mark."

The shock of what I had been doing, and hearing one of the children, had snapped me back to reality. Almost in panic, I pushed by Sharon and went to the children. I was shaking like a leaf. I got the kids, told Sharon I would see her tomorrow, and headed home. The kids protested and wanted to go back to the park but I told them that I was tired and that it was too hot.

At home the children quickly went to play. I sat, still shaking, as I recalled what had happened and what I had seen and felt. I was also wondering how far things would have gone if the children hadn't awakened. By the time Sam came home I had pretty well settled down, but I was still a little in awe and very unnerved.

When we went to bed, Sam was horny and we started to make love. When I took his cock in my hand I was amazed at how small it felt compared to Mark's. But when he entered me it didn't feel small and it was completely satisfying, as usual. I love Sam with all my heart but I must admit that while making love I couldn't help but wonder: If Sam felt so good and fulfilling, what would a cock the size of Mark's feel like? The thoughts didn't linger very long as Sam carried me to a perfect climax with him. 

Over the next few weeks, nothing out of the ordinary occurred but I knew Sharon had begun to sleep with Mark several nights a week. She didn't make a big deal out of it but every so often she would indicate how satisfying Mark was, and I could tell by her actions that she was really enjoying what she was getting.

It was at this time that Sam began working extremely long hours repairing phone lines and equipment destroyed in a recent range fire and I was missing some of the wonderful sex that Sam and I enjoyed. On one afternoon Sharon was a little more descriptive of her activities with Mark. Not having made love with Sam in over a week, I began to fantasize about having a big cock – Hell, any cock.

Although these fantasies would come into my mind from time-to-time, I would always dismiss them immediately as though they had been a dream. I knew deep inside that I would never know any cock but Sam's. Thinking such thoughts were like thinking about owning and living on a large estate with a staff of servants. Something that I knew was never going to happen. 

One day, without thinking, the children and I went to Sharon's much earlier than usual. Her kids were playing in the yard and mine joined them. I asked where mommy was and they told me she was in the house talking to Uncle Mark. I didn't think twice about it and went into the house. Then I heard them. Mark and Sharon were in her bedroom and there was no question about what was happening. I knew that I should turn and leave, but my curiosity took over and I slipped down the hall. Before getting to her bedroom door, I spotted them in the vanity mirror. I was shocked that they would be engaged in sex with the bedroom door open and the kids up and about.

But the shock quickly went away as I watched and determined Mark was near climax. I began to feel a dampness between my legs as Mark thrust his enormous cock into Sharon and then withdraw only to lunge again. I could then see his buttocks start to quiver as he pumped his seed into her. By this time I had two fingers fully inserted in my sopping wet pussy and in a moment I came to a climax and leaned against the wall with an un-muffled moan.

Sharon heard me and before I could gather myself together and get out, she came to the door. I don't know which emotion had the greatest hold on me, embarrassment or arousal. On the one hand I felt like a school girl who had been caught masturbating in school by the school master. On the other hand, my pussy was on fire and soaking wet. I had never seen anything that had turned me on so much as what I had just witnessed. My legs were like butter and I just slumped to the floor. 

Sharon came to me and took me in her arms. She told me she was sorry but I had come much earlier than I usually do. Then she let me know that she was sorry if they had shocked me, but she wasn't sorry for enjoying Mark. About that time Mark came out. He had put on a pair of boxer shorts but his cock was very apparent beneath the thin material. They helped me up and guided me in to Sharon's bedroom where they set me on the edge of the bed.

Mark started to apologize and I told him that there was nothing he needed to apologize for. I should have known better than to come so early. We talked for a little while and my weak knees began to regain their strength. I finally started to get up and just as I did, Mark got up also. 

As he stood up, his now limp, giant cock fell out of the fly in his shorts. I stopped and stared. I couldn't pull my eyes away. 

Sharon saw me and she asked me if I would like to touch it again. 

I couldn't say anything for a moment and before I could speak, Mark stepped over to me and guided my right hand to his cock. When I touched it, it jumped slightly as if to say, 'I'm alive and waiting for you.' I couldn't stop myself and I began to stroke him. Mark pulled me to him and began to massage my breasts through my light summer sun dress and bra. My stroking was bringing the monster back to life and I was getting very wet again.

Sharon smiled at me, "I'll go look after the children. I can see that you two need to get better get acquainted."

She slipped her dress on and left the room.

My head was screaming. I knew what I should do but the feel of the big, hard, and growing cock in my hand was overpowering. I was weak mentally but I physically tried to pull away. My physical attempt was moving me away no farther than my deep breathing was moving me. 

Mark moved his lips to mine and his tongue sought entrance to my mouth. After a moment I allowed it to enter. Our mouths were now wide open and our tongues were exploring each other to the maximum. By now his cock was hard as a rock and standing straight out.

We moved back to the bed and I lay down on my back still holding Mark's cock. He began to unbutton my dress and then he began kissing my neck and working his way down to the top of my breasts inside my bra. I was beginning to burn with passion and I began to pull his cock toward me. Mark had all of my buttons undone and I felt his hand slip under the waist band of my panties and one of his big fingers was seeking the entrance of my pussy.

I spread my legs to give him access and quickly his finger was inside me. I let out a little gasp as his finger found its mark and it was quickly followed by a second finger. I was over the edge and I knew it. I don't know what it would have taken to stop me from doing what I knew I was going to do next. I turned myself around on the bed until his cock was in my face and then I opened my mouth and slowly closed my lips around it. I had to stretch my mouth as far as it would go to accept his wonderful tool. 

As I accepted his cock, Mark removed my panties and pushed his tongue into my wet clit. Although Sam and I had practiced oral sex to some degree, it was nothing compared to what I was experiencing right now. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. The feel of his enormous cock in my mouth and his broad tongue caressing my pussy was incredible. As I continued to suck his cock I reached around and unhooked my bra and since my dress was unbuttoned, I just shrugged out of the dress and bra.

Mark brought me to a climax with his mouth and then he pulled his cock from my mouth and positioned himself above me.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and reached for his cock. Then I guided his love tool into me. I felt the walls of my pussy expand to accept him and for a moment I felt like he was going to tear me open. It hurt some but quickly waves of ecstasy engulfed me as his huge member penetrated deeper and deeper. Never in my life had I felt anything so arousing. Fireworks were popping in my head and shortly I was experiencing one of the biggest and strongest climaxes ever.    

As the climax subsided I turned my head to the side and there in the bureau mirror I could see Mark pounding his cock into me. I can't explain the waves of pure lust that were now driving me. I grabbed his smooth buttocks and helped him drive his cock into me. Oh, it was beyond belief. Suddenly I felt his cock start to convulse and then big wads of his seed filled my cunt. As Mark filled me, I had another thundering climax. When he finished, he lay on top of me as his manhood softened.

We both lay there still breathing hard and Mark rolled off and began to massage and kiss my breasts again. I could feel a couple of globs of his cum run down between the cheeks of my ass and drop to the sheet. The afterglow was fabulous and I made no attempt to move away. Very quickly I began to feel new wetness developing and I couldn't resist reaching down and taking hold of his cock again. To my surprise he was starting to harden again. This man must be made of steel; he was now getting hard for the third time in no more than an hour or so. 

He lifted his head and our mouths and tongues met again. Soon we were breathing hard and I was handling his manhood with finesse. He started to get up to get on top again but I pushed his shoulders away. I got on my knees and then straddled him. His beautiful cock was pointing straight up and I slowly impaled myself on the glorious shaft. It was fantastic, lowering myself a little at a time, and enjoying the feel as his cock contacted every nerve in my pussy. I actually had a small orgasm before I completely enveloped his entire cock. And this time his organ was touching me further in my love canal than it had the first time.

I bounced up and down with abandon and was completely lost in the sensations of feeling a cock as I had never felt one before. I almost wanted to pass out as the feeling was so intense. Then Mark pulled me towards him and sucked a nipple and I couldn't help but cry out in passion. I wanted the sensations to go on forever but another crashing climax hit and soon after Mark pumped a second load of his sperm into me.

I lay there, on top of him, for a few minutes reveling in the afterglow. Then I heard Sharon and the children enter the back yard. I panicked for fear the children would see me. My watch told me we had been fucking for almost two hours. Hearing their voices snapped me back to reality and what I had just done crashed down on me. I grabbed my clothes and dashed for the bathroom. I sat on the toilet crying and trying to empty Mark's cum from my pussy. 

I now fully realized what I had done. Even if Sam never finds out, I will always have to live knowing that I cheated on him. I didn't mean to; I just got carried away under the circumstances and I was a fool for not having stopped when I knew I could have.

Sharon knocked on the bathroom door and asked if I was OK. I know she could hear me crying and I told her I just needed to be left alone for a while. She was insistent that I let her come in and talk with me and I finally relented. I asked where the kids were and she told me they were playing outside. She was quick to tell me that I shouldn't worry about having sex with a black man and that I had to agree that he was wonderful. I told her it wasn't Mark that was the problem, it was me. I had cheated on my husband and I felt sick about it. 

Then a second terrifying realization hit me and I gasped. I screamed at Sharon that I had had unprotected sex with Mark. Sharon tried to comfort me by telling me that Mark was clean and that I had nothing to worry about. I told her that was not what I was talking about. Sam had been 'fixed' after our last child and Mark hadn't used a condom. I could get pregnant. Sharon helped me do the calculations and I was somewhat relieved to find that I should be safe. But, I was still worried. 

Sharon tried to convince me that Sam would never know and that my indiscretion wasn't all that bad. As she kept talking, and trying to justify my actions, I started to get angry with her. A married woman, having sex with Mark, was not the same as Sharon, an unmarried woman, having sex with him. Sharon wasn't fully comprehending the difference and I finally told her to get out. I don't think I ever felt worse in my whole life.


How Wonderful Ch. 01



A short time later Anna, my daughter, knocked on the door and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her I wasn't feeling well and that we would be going home in a few minutes. I cleaned my face up as best I could and took the children home.

On the way home Marci asked me, "Is your sick making you cry mommy?"

I told her it was.

The children were disappointed that we were not going to have lunch with Sharon and I told them I was sorry but that I needed to get home. They played for a while and lunch and nap time didn't come soon enough for me. I needed to shower and to clean up. Mark's cum was dribbling down my leg at times. After I put the girls down for their naps I went to the bathroom, douched, and took a long hot bath but I couldn't make myself feel clean. 

By the time I was through with the bath, I was crying uncontrollably again. I couldn't put the mirrored vision of Mark's big cock in me, out of my mind. What really hurt was that I couldn't say the experience was disgusting and horrible. The fact was that I had enjoyed it. It had been exhilarating, naughty, and sexually very gratifying. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous knowing Sharon was getting that beautiful cock whenever she wanted it.

I lay down on the bed and tried to take a nap but the mixture of my infidelity on the one hand, and the sheer ecstasy of the experience on the other hand, kept looming in my mind and I couldn't sleep. The children woke up from their naps and I helped them get ready to go back out and play. They wanted to know why Mommy was still crying. I simply told them that my tummy hurt and it would go away and not to worry. I knew that my crying would be reported to daddy when he came home, if they were still awake. I needed to get control of myself. 

As bad luck would have it, Sam came home only a couple of hours late (5:30) instead of ten, or later. When he came into the house, as I knew, he had already been told that mommy was sick. When I saw him gigantic waves of guilt and remorse swept over me and I almost fainted. I stopped Sam from calling 911 or taking me to a doctor. I explained things away as severe cramps before my period. I hoped he was not keeping track of my period, and apparently he wasn't.

The next two days were terrible. I didn't want to go to Sharon's but I couldn't deny the children their outing. Fortunately, I didn't see Mark. Sharon wanted to know how I felt and whether I had enjoyed it. I told her, honestly, that 'Yes' I had enjoyed it but that I felt rotten for having cheated on Sam and that she needed to drop the matter. Sharon knew enough to let it drop. However, I couldn't clear my conscience and both nights the sight of Sam would cause me to break into tears. God, how I hoped he didn't pick up on the real cause of my tears. I have now learned that guilt is a terrible customer to deal with. 

With Sam's late hours and my fears, our sex life ended until after my next period some three weeks later. I know it is silly, but I was afraid that somehow Sam would detect something different about me if we had sex. 

(To be continued) 



How Wonderful Ch. 02



* * * Sam's perspective * * *

I'm Sam and until recently I thought I had the perfect life – wonderful job with working hours that generally allow quality time with my family, a truly loving wife and an ideal mother, great sex, a very adequate income, and a home in a good neighborhood. What else could one ask for? 

My life began to unravel about five months ago. However, I did not become aware of it until about a month ago, though I now remember incidents that were a little out of place or unusual. At the time I was working most nights until 10 P.M. to repair equipment damaged in a range fire. The overtime pay was great, but it sure didn't pay the price of what it cost me.

During that period I came home early one afternoon (about 5:30). Since our garage is detached, I usually go out the back door of the garage, through the back yard, and enter the house through the kitchen door. If the kids are in the back yard I stop to hug and play with them on the way into the house. They were delighted to have me home for supper and Anna, our older daughter, told me that mommy was not feeling good. She said she was feeling so bad that she cried a lot. I went into the house immediately and found Gerri trying to get dinner together. It was obvious that she had been crying. She looked like hell, with red, puffy eyes.

I asked what was troubling her and she literally just collapsed in my arms crying. I helped her to a chair and then reached for the phone to call 911.

She told me she'd be alright and not to call. 

I asked her to tell me what was wrong. She was able to stop crying enough to tell me that the 'time of the month' was approaching and she was just having very severe cramps. 

I don't know why I let it pass since her 'cramps' lasted two more days and besides, it seemed to me that she had just gotten over her period. But I just dismissed the timing thinking maybe it had been longer than I thought. Each time I would mention going to the doctor she flatly refused saying she would be OK. 

Our sex life was out of order because of my late nights and Gerri seemed to have after effects following the cramps. We didn't have sex until after her next period which came about two weeks later. Again, I didn't do the math or start to put any of the pieces together. But why should I? I had no reason to suspect anything.  

* * * Gerri continues * * * 

After my period was over, I felt better about having sex again and lost my fear that something wouldn't be right. We had wonderful sex two or three times a week as Sam had returned to his normal hours.

A few weeks later, as I had gotten myself back in order and was putting my indiscretion behind me, the kids and I made our usual trip to Sharon's. When I saw her that morning, Sharon had that radiant face of a woman who has just had some great sex. Until this day, Sharon had been good about keeping her relationship with Mark out of our conversations. But today at the park Sharon was quick to tell me what a fantastic time she had with Mark last night. I asked her to please change the subject and she did. But the damage had been done. My memories of the romp in the sack with Mark came flooding back. I could even feel wetness start to build.

I can't deny that the fucking Mark gave me was one of the best I ever had, but it was wrong. I wrestled with the recurring thoughts and after a while I was able to dismiss them. When I got home I showered and changed my underwear. The children were late getting down for their naps and I was hot as a firecracker. I knew Sam would be home soon so, after the shower, I put on my short nylon robe and nothing else. When Sam got home, I almost raped him before he could get through the kitchen.

When we went to the bedroom, I didn't even allow him to take a shower before I was on him. We made wild love. I explained that I had been thinking about him all day and that we could shower together when we finished. I did something new. I performed oral sex on him and swallowed his sperm. The oral sex wasn't new but swallowing his load was. Swallowing made me feel good because I was giving him something I had never given anyone else. I discovered swallowing was not all that bad and being the first time it was kind of exciting. Oh, how I love this man and how great he is in the sack. His loving is powerful yet always tender and I always feel so loved and completely sexually fulfilled when we finish. It's not the same as with Mark where it is just pure lust and sexual gratification.

Later when we went to bed for the night, we played with each other for a while before Sam fell asleep. I couldn't sleep right away because of my mental turmoil. I was extremely satisfied and content with our love-making. So why was I getting excited whenever I recalled my time with Mark? 

Was it the forbidden fruit aspect? Was it his large cock? Was it the fact that he was black? Was sex with Mark more satisfying? The answers didn't come except to the last question. The answer there was that it definitely wasn't better. However, it was different. I had to admit that the experience had been exciting. Then I shocked myself into tears with an admission to myself that given the right opportunity I would probably do it again. I quietly cried myself to sleep hating that part of me that said I would do it again.

* * * Sam's perspective * * * 

A few weeks after the cramps episode Gerri saw me drive in and met me at the kitchen door wearing her thin nylon robe. She told me the kids were asleep and had started their naps late. She almost dragged me into the bedroom and could hardly wait for me to get my clothed off. I tried to stop her telling her I needed to shower first. She said she had been thinking about me all day, that she was red hot, and that she didn't want to wait. I asked her what this was all about and she told me again that she had just been thinking about me all day and when the kids were late for their naps she thought it would be fun to have a late-afternooner. I couldn't turn down an offer like that.  

She shrugged of her robe and I saw there was nothing under the robe but skin. I don't remember her acting like this except during the first few months of our marriage. She was absolutely wild and we hadn't had sex like that for a long time. In fact I couldn't remember when we had had such intense sex. I also remember thinking how unusual our sex had been. She had sucked me off and swallowed my cum. She had never swallowed before and I didn't call her on it. Why should I? It was fantastic and I hoped we could do it again. The shower afterwards was as good as a shower can get. 

* * * Gerri continues * * *

The next day Sam was called out of town to help with a system installation in a city over 200 miles away. He expected to be gone two weeks and likely wouldn't be home over the weekend. 

On Tuesday morning of the second week of his assignment, Sharon called me and told me she was feeling very ill and asked if I could bring the kids and spend the day and maybe the night and look after her kids. She could only offer the sofa for me and air beds for the children. I told her I would be happy to help. I packed a few essentials for an over night stay and the three of us spent the day and the night. I called Sam and told him what had happened and that until I told him otherwise, to call me there or use the cell phone.

As it turned out, Sharon was not feeling better the next day so I agreed to stay on. Again and I let Sam know the situation. That night, or I should say the next morning, Mark came home from work about 2:30 a.m. He went to his room and, apparently while he was preparing for bed, he decided he wanted a glass of milk. 

The previous night I had slept like a log and never heard Mark come in. Tonight I was having a fretful sleep and was awake at the slightest noise. Mark passed by me on the way to the kitchen and I could see from the refrigerator light that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

As he headed back to his room I made a big mistake and said, "Goodnight Mark."

He stopped and turned in my direction and told me he was sorry to have awakened me. I told him it was not his fault, that I was having a restless night. He asked if it was OK if he sat on the edge of the couch and talked while he drank his milk. I told him I didn't mind. He wanted to know how Sharon was doing and then we exchanged pleasantries and talked for a few minutes. He finally got around to telling me that he hoped I wasn't too upset with what had happened but that, seriously, he had really enjoyed it. 

I don't know why, but I told him that I had enjoyed it too and that I didn't hold it against him (poor choice of words).

He said, in a joking manner, "I wouldn't mind it if you did hold it against me."  

It had been two weeks since Sam and I made love and I was feeling a little horny. Though there wasn't much light except what came in from the street light across the street, I could see Mark's cock starting to rise slightly in his shorts. It gave me a little thrill to know that I was causing 'junior' to get active. His back was to the street light and I could not see his eyes but he could see mine and that I was looking at his shorts. He reached over and gently took my hand and placed it on top of the tent that was forming in his shorts and with a big smile, said, "Do you mind if I hold you against it?" 

When my hand rested on his shorts, his cock reacted as it had before and then started to rise some more. I started to withdraw my hand but instead, I found myself wrapping my fingers around it. Again, I knew I should stop but I also knew what was coming if I let things continue. The memories of our first encounter flooded my head and I found myself in turmoil. My logic finally gave in to the thinking that infidelity is not based on the number of times it happens. It is based on the fact that it happened at all. Added to the fact that I was feeling horny, I let lust take control.

I reached through the fly of his shorts and pulled his love tool free. With just a slight twist, I was able to get my mouth positioned in front of his cock and without a second thought I let my lips engulf almost half of his cock. The move was perfect because Mark was able to lift my nightgown and shove his tongue into my waiting pussy. I wanted to scream out, but I controlled the impulse lest I wake the whole house. 

We gave each other oral pleasure for a few minutes and then Mark started to position himself to enter me. Just then it hit me that Mark was about to enter without protection and I spoke up. 

Mark told me that since Sharon was on the pill he didn't have any more condoms. 

I told him we could continue only if he promised to pull out before he deposited his seed. 

Mark agreed to pull out and I was quickly rewarded with that beautiful cock entering me and completely filling my pussy. I don't know if it was the naughtiness of my actions or the fantastic feeling of being completely fucked again, but I lay back and utterly enjoyed our sex. 

I'm glad that Mark was good to his word and he pulled out as he was ready to cum. By the time he shot, I was so hot that I would have allowed him to deposit his load in me and then I would most likely have ended up pregnant and divorced. I was feeling so hot that I took his cock into my mouth just before he erupted. I swallowed most of his cum and then cleaned his cock completely. 

Mark pulled me up and swabbed my mouth with his tongue. He said he had never tasted his cum before. I had to admit that this was only the second time I had swallowed cum. This had been one of the most erotic adventures I had ever experienced. I wish I could say I felt guilty, but I didn't. I had enjoyed every moment of it. I had soared to a sexual height I had never known before. I knew for sure that I wanted it to happen again and I now realized that I would probably fuck Mark any time it was possible. This mental acknowledgement scared the hell out of me. I wanted more of Mark and I didn't want to hurt or lose Sam. One thing was for sure, if I was going to play with Mark, I needed to go back on the pill. 

Sharon was up and about on Thursday so I didn't need to spend the night. When I talked with her before going home, she asked if I had fucked Mark last night, that she had thought she heard activity. I blushed and admitted that I had but asked her not to use that nasty four-letter word. While Sharon looked after the kids I went grocery shopping and I stopped at a pharmacy and bought birth control pills. 

At home there is a compartment in the laundry room where plumbing fixtures had been installed at one time. It is now covered by a small hinged door and I use it for storing some of my small laundry supplies. Because of an offset in the garage, the wall at that point is about 8" thick. In the back of the compartment there is a piece of plywood that covers the back. However, the plywood is loose and behind it there is a space about 3" deep that opens into the garage. The garage side of the opening had never been properly covered over but is presently covered by a pegboard that Sam had installed for his garden tools. I hid my card of pills there; between the plywood and the pegboard. I went into the garage and was happy to see that the opening was well hidden by the pegboard and the pills could not be seen. I was able to start the pills the following week.  

I had some deep pangs of guilt as I started the pills the day after Sam returned from his two-week assignment. Mentally I battled with the deceit I was preparing to carry on and with the sexual spike I would get when I thought of fucking Mark again. It was unfortunate that Sam's return coincided with the beginning of my period so we were unable to make love upon his return.

During this time I had serious conversations with Sharon. She knew I wanted to have more of Mark and she was more than willing to share. It seems that Mark was turning out to be more than she could handle. We agreed that on one or two days a week she would take the kids to the park and I could have the house and Mark to myself. It so happened my period ended on the same day that we made our final arrangements. 

I went home that afternoon with a mixture of emotions and feelings again. I was excited about having more of Mark's cock and knowing it would be on a relatively frequent basis. The other side of me was about to cry as I mentally acknowledged that I was going to continue to deceive and be unfaithful to Sam. I vowed that I would be very careful and would end the affair soon. Sam would never know and would not be hurt. 

That night I had wonderful, tender, passionate sex with Sam. When we were through, my conscience got the better of me as I remembered what Sharon and I had arranged earlier. I began to cry and Sam wanted to know what he had done to upset or hurt me. I told him he was wonderful and had done nothing wrong. Then I told him I was just overcome with the joy of having him home and making love gain.

Two days later I told the kids that I had some extra errands to run and that Sharon would take them to the park. After they left I went into Sharon's room and got out of my shirt and slacks and slipped into a very daring baby doll set that I had brought with me. Sam had given it to me for my birthday and I had only modeled it once for him. While I was changing, I heard Mark come in and go to his room. When I had finished my transformation from 'wife and mommy' to 'unfaithful wife looking for sex,' I went to his door and knocked. He opened the door and his jaw dropped when he saw me.

I asked, "You receiving visitors?"

He smiled and said, "Hell-l-l yes," and pulled me into his arms.

He guided me to the bed, removed my thong, and sank his tongue into my pussy. I immediately squirmed around until I could get his cock in my mouth. We were playing the sixty-nine game and we continued until we both came. We rested a few minutes and thankfully, Mark recovers fast. Shortly, we were in the missionary position while he pumped in and out of my pussy and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. He now knew I was on the pill and he pumped a huge load of warm sperm into my convulsing cunt. It was fantastic and I was on cloud nine. 

Afterwards I went into Sharon's bathroom, douched, and showered and while in the shower I couldn't help but rub my still tingling pussy. I left the baby doll outfit on the bed to take home. I would need to get a new something sexy for use with Mark. 

When Sharon and the children came home we had lunch and put the children down for naps. Sharon took me to the kitchen to hear how things had gone. Mark had already left to meet a friend before work.

I was just starting to fill her in when someone at the front door called in, "Is anyone home?" It was Sam. He had gotten off very early and I almost fainted.

Sam wasn't with us long before he suggested that since the kids were asleep, that Sharon could look after them for a while and that we could go home and plan the weekend. We all knew what he meant and I saw Sharon suppress a gasp as she looked over at me. I had to think fast. I knew that if I let Sam near my pussy right now, my affair, and probably my marriage, would be over. You talk about stark terror setting in...

I quickly said, "Honey, I'd love to but I have already promised Sharon to look after the kids since she has an appointment at two-thirty and a couple of important errands to run."

Sharon played the game and acted like she would like to accommodate him but it was important that she run the errands today.

Sam then smiled and with a sheepish grin said, "Well that's OK, we could just plan here on the couch."

Sharon laughed and told him that it would be ok with her but that we might have some children helping with the planning. Sam's smile faded and he finally agreed to just stay with me until Sharon came back. 

About an hour later, the kids were awake and I found out that Sam had gone in to Sharon's bathroom to use the toilet. When he came back he whispered in my ear, "Sharon sure has some pretty sexy night wear."

I gasped and asked how he knew. He said he saw the sexy outfit on the bed. I scolded him for spying on Sharon. Then he told me Sharon's boarder was sure a lucky boarder. I acted shocked and scolded him and then needled him about wanting to see Sharon in her nightgown. I was extremely glad that he had not given the size of the baby doll any consideration and even more grateful that he had not recognized it as the one he gave me for my birthday. Sharon is much larger than I am and there is no way she could wear any of my clothing. 

Sharon came back at about four and we went home. I knew that I still had a problem. It was more than obvious that Sam had come home early with a single purpose in mind and he wasn't going to let it drop. I originally had planned to use the "too tired" routine to avoid sex tonight. But, as I considered it further I could see that the too tired excuse would not fly. I had to do something creative because I did not want him in me after having sex with Mark earlier. 

I finally came up with an ingenuous idea. While Sam was telling the children good night, I created a racket in the kitchen. When Sam came rushing in he found me on the floor holding myself between my legs lying next to an overturned counter stool. The stool has a square seat rather than a round seat. I acted like I was in pain and when Sam asked what had happened, I told him I had slipped and caught the corner of the stool on the way down. 

As always he wanted to know if we needed a doctor or ER services. I told him I didn't think so and asked him to help me to my feet and to the bathroom. All the way to the bathroom I stayed bent over and groaned slightly. I told him to leave me and let me use the bathroom. I pretended to use the toilet, flushed it, spent several minutes moving around and continuing to groan rather quietly. When I came out Sam was standing by the door and I didn't let him ask. I simply told him that I was OK but that I had bruised myself and it hurt, but that the pain was slowly going away. I could see the mixture of relief and disappointment on his face and I felt bad, but I had saved the day. 




How Wonderful Ch. 02



The next day Sharon remarked on my baby doll outfit and told me it was in a drawer in the hallway and that I could have the drawer for my use. I told her that Sam had seen it and thought it was hers. We both had a good laugh as we remarked how men would never notice or consider the size of the outfit, that all they would do is try to image what it looked like when it was worn. This thought bothered me a little. I didn't want Sam fantasizing over Sharon. What really cracked us up was that Sam had not recognized it as his birthday present to me. 

The next night Sam and I had wonderful sex again. Sam was satisfied and I felt good too. There was one problem. While Sam was in me, and although it was wonderful and completely satisfying, I would think of Mark's cock from time-to-time and wish I were being filled like he did. As soon as these thoughts would occur, waves of guilt would flood over me and on one occasion I almost broke into tears; tears of remorse, not tears for what I wasn't getting.

I did a small internal panic when Sam remarked that Sharon's baby doll outfit had reminded him and he asked me when I was going to wear the baby doll he gave me. I quickly replied that I had forgotten about it and that I would surprise him some night soon. The next day I went out and bought a new baby doll outfit. It was different enough from the birthday outfit that they wouldn't be confused with one another. I prayed that Sam would not recall exactly what his present looked like. Since there was too much of a chance now that Sam would recognize the one he gave me as being the same one he saw at Sharon's, I decided I would just make a permanent swap. 

(To be continued)



How Wonderful Ch. 03



* * * Sam's perspective * * *

One afternoon things were very slow and I decided to go home early, and since it was so early the kids would probably be down for their naps. I thought I could have a romp with their mother. When I got home no one was there so I went to Sharon's. I found Sharon and Gerri in the kitchen, obviously engaged in girl talk. I suggested that Sharon care for the children while Gerri and I went home to do some 'weekend planning.' I got shot down by Sharon having to run some errands that could not be put off. I ended up staying at Sharon's with Gerri for the afternoon. I had thought that maybe Gerri and I could have our romp there but was shot down again by Sharon who noted that we could end up having some children helping with the planning. I knew I would just have to wait until after the children were in bed tonight. 

When the children started to wake from their naps, I headed to the bedroom. On the way I had the urge to take a piss and I went into the bathroom in Sharon's room. Her bedroom was immaculate and I spied her very sexy baby doll outfit on the bed. I paused to admire it and couldn't help but wonder what she looked like in it. She is very tall and has a full figure. The outfit seemed awfully small. Of course this kind of outfit wasn't designed to hide much. 

I did my job and went to the kids. When I came back out I whispered to Gerri that Sharon sure had some pretty sexy night wear. Gerri wanted to know how I knew that and I told her. I noted an unusual tremor to her voice when she asked, but I didn't think anything of it. Then I told her that Sharon's boarder was a lucky boarder. Gerri told me she didn't know and that it was none of our business. Sure, I said to myself. You gals don't talk about these things amongst yourselves.

That reminded me to ask Gerri tonight, when she was going to wear the baby doll I had given her for her birthday. She had only modeled it for me briefly after I gave it to her. As it turned out, with what happened later in the evening I completely forgot about the baby doll. 

That night I was ready for action. While I was telling the kids goodnight I heard a bang and a heavy thud from the kitchen. I rushed in to find Gerri lying on the floor and one of the counter stools lying next to her. She explained that she had slipped and hit the corner of the stool right between her legs. At her request, I helped to the bathroom and she went in and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out and said that she was bruised but that the pain was going away. Well, that ended my hopes for the night.

I was surprised to have terrific sex the next night. I was really surprised since I was sure Gerri would probably still be sore. I was amazed that there was no discoloration or raw spot in the area she had described and she certainly wasn't feeling any pain from it.

I still couldn't get out of my mind how small Sharon's baby doll was. I just couldn't mentally get Sharon into it. I didn't have any trouble getting Gerri into it, and, mentally I did. I liked what I imagined and it reminded me again to ask Gerri when she was going to wear the baby doll outfit I gave her for her birthday. She exclaimed that she was sorry but that she had forgotten all about it and that she would surprise me some night soon. 

* * * Gerri continues * * *

During the next six weeks I generally had Mark's cock twice a week. Mondays and Fridays were Sam's busy days and seldom did he get home at the normal time, it was generally supper time or later. Those were the days I would meet Mark. It worked well having my affairs on those days since there was little likelihood of having sex with Sam those nights. 

Things were going well and I was enjoying the best of two worlds. I would make an excuse to the kids for not going to the park and having lunch with them on the days I was with Mark. My absence didn't seem to bother them and they were always happy to see me when they got back.

The sessions with Mark continued to be fantastic. Mark was a gentleman and always made sure I reached climax. He was not as tender as Sam, but he was good. At the end of six weeks I wasn't ready to end the affair and I reviewed my actions and activities to make sure I wasn't getting too cocky (no pun intended) or overconfident. 

The only possible openings that I could uncover were making excuses for not having sex with Sam on the nights after I had been with Mark. But really, there was nothing unusual about the situations. It was not uncommon for me to beg off from having sex, for various reasons. Besides, having sex more than two, and sometimes three, times a week was unusual for us and in addition, one of our times was almost always on Saturday. As I thought back, I really had only had to beg off twice in the last few months because of Mark. 

As I completed the review I felt very guilty and started to wonder how I was going to end the affair. I was smart enough to know that I could not deceive Sam forever. In addition, the feelings of guilt were becoming harder to put down even though the sex was still terrific.



* * * Sam's perspective * * *

Things seemed very normal and the only thing I was aware of was that recently our sex seemed to be much more passionate and intense than it had been and that it was Gerri who was driving it, but who's to complain?

One Friday afternoon when I came home I stopped, as usual, to play with the children before going into the house. While playing they asked me why Mommy was running so many errands and why she didn't always eat lunch with them like she used to. I told them that I didn't know but I was sure mommy was doing things she needed to do to keep us fed and clothed and happy. They accepted that explanation and went back to play.

As I walked into the house I was wondering what was happening that would make the kids ask such a question. I first thought I would simply ask Gerri about it and then something in the back of my head said not to mention it. With the recent changes in our sex life, I had been having uneasy feelings for a while. Now and the kid's question just added to my uneasiness. Obviously something had changed so that the kids were aware of it.

By the time supper was over, I had dismissed my thoughts and after the children were in bed I told Gerri that I would be in the garage for a while. I had bought new electric shears to use in the yard and wanted to examine them and find a place to keep them.

Once I was satisfied with my purchase, I decided that I would hang it on the peg board. I quickly discovered that hanging the shears was going to require me to either relocate everything on the board (each item had a painted silhouette) or move the board about a foot to the left to avoid the shears resting against the air handler where they would probably vibrate and make noise. I decided moving the board was the easiest and best, and I put the chore on my to-do list for the next day.

We had a number of things on the agenda for Saturday and among them Gerri had promised to take the kids to the new cartoon film at the theater. I had begged off the show since I wasn't really interested in the cartoon and I still had the lawn to mow. 

Once I finished the lawn I went to the garage and set about moving the peg board. It was easy to move since it was held by six fasteners screwed into wall anchors. I could get by with just installing two new anchors. I drilled the holes, set the anchors, and then I removed the screws holding the board. As I pulled the board free something dropped to the floor behind the lawn mower.

I set the board down and reached behind the mower. My hand touched some kind of plastic sealed cardboard. I thought it was a card from the electronic store that had contained some electronic fixtures. But, to my surprise, when I pulled it out into the daylight it was a card of birth control pills.

I smiled with my first thought, 'My, these are certainly dinosaurs from our past.' They have been stuck away since my vasectomy over three years ago. But my smile faded as I realized they were not dusty or dirty. When I stood up I could see the cavity in the wall from which they must have fallen, but if they were old, they would still have been dusty. I reached into the cavity and pushed the piece of plywood that I could see. When I pushed the plywood gave way, I heard some noise, and something fell into the laundry room. I went into the laundry room and spotted the plywood panel and a box of soda that had fallen.

By now I was beginning to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The question immediately came to mind, why would Gerri need to have hidden them? Obviously she didn't need to hide them from the children. If she were using them, I'm the only one she would need to hide them from. I made note of the pills on the card and by coincidence, not surprisingly, the number of pills happened to match Gerri's current cycle, as best I could calculate. Coincidence? I was having a hard time selling myself on the coincidence theory especially since the card wasn't discolored and it was clean. The notion that Gerri was back on the pill could only mean she was engaging in sex, and not with me. I dashed for the garage door and lost my breakfast and lunch in the flower bed. Then I sat a cried and asked myself, 'Why?' 

I had some thinking to do and I knew that a confrontation would not solve anything right now. Although not very likely, there may be some reasonable explanation. 

I had just enough time to regain my composure, remount the peg board, clean up the spill in the laundry room, and replace the pills before Gerri and the kids got back home. Of course, she and the kids were happy and excited, and this clashed with my feelings.

During supper I did my best to enter the kid's conversation, but I was really preoccupied and of course Gerri picked up on it. After dinner she came around the table, put her arms around my neck, and asked what was wrong. I simply told the truth, that I didn't feel very well. She started to probe and I told her I just needed to get to bed. We tucked the children in and then she tucked me in and told me that she would come to bed in a little while. 

She leaned over to kiss me. I started to meet her when, at that moment, I wondered who else was sharing her lips these days and turned my face away from her. I believe if I had kissed her right then, I would have slapped her across the room. She got up off the bed, said, "Goodnight honey," and left. I was restless all night as various horrible visions floated through my head.

The next morning after breakfast, Gerri came around to me and tried to sit on my lap, but I didn't pull back from the table to make room for her. She stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulder.

She said, "You were very restless last night. Did you get any sleep?"

I told her that I had not gotten much. 

She came around to the side of the table and looked me in the eye. "There's something serious bothering you, isn't there?"

I looked her squarely in the eye and said, "Yes, there certainly is."

Then she asked if I wanted to talk about it and I told her no, not now. She asked if there was anything she could do.

I answered her, "I really wish there were."

She wanted to continue but I told her that I would work it out and that there was nothing she could do now.

As I pondered the various anomalies of the past month or so, pieces started to come together. But still there were too many holes. Lots of circumstantial things, but nothing solid I could lay my hands on. I would be out of town until Wednesday so I could not check the pills again until then. That would provide the first tangible answer pro or con.

* * * Gerri continues * * *

Mark was out of town the first of the week and so I had time to do some soul searching. The lust that consumed me when I was with Mark had not diminished, and I really didn't want to call it off, but I knew I was going to have to.

I was very concerned about last weekend. Something happened that had greatly upset Sam. I took the kids to a movie and when we came home he was very preoccupied and I ascertained that there was something troubling him. After breakfast the next morning, he confirmed that he was very troubled. He would not tell me what it was and this was very unusual. The end of the week is coming and still 'something' is not right with him. His outward appearances and actions seem to be normal, especially when he is with the kids. But, away from the kids, he is preoccupied and it is obvious that something is very wrong. We have had no intimacy since last Saturday.

Of course, I immediately considered the possibility that he had found out about my affair. Again, I reviewed my past activities and at the end concluded that there was no way he could have found out, and especially to have learned about it so quickly that he was transformed while the kids and I were at the show. Still, his disposition right now has me concerned. I also concluded that if he was aware of my infidelity, he would surely have said or done something by now. Sam is an action person and he doesn't sit on things when there is action that he can take.

I hoped that there was no serious problem at work. There had been a lot of layoffs and I prayed that Sam was not caught in one. I reasoned that if he were, he probably wouldn't say anything until it was announced.

Finally I put the problem behind me and began to look forward to Friday, knowing that Mark and his big tool would be back on Thursday night and I could enjoy sex with him the following morning. 

Friday with Mark was all I had expected it to be. I guess part of it was the naughtiness, some the forbidden fruit, some the danger, and mostly the lust fulfillment part that made our sessions so exciting. However, my conscience kept battling with the knowledge that I was cheating and that if I was caught it would devastate Sam and most likely end our marriage. I was very troubled because I couldn't answer the question, 'If I love Sam as much as I say I do, why am I doing this?'

Sam was out of town the end of the next week and I pretty much forgot about his state of mind. I knew he would get on top of what ever was bothering him and I just kind of pushed it out of my mind. I was looking forward to his return on Saturday.

On Saturday night when Sam returned, I surprised him. Before he came to bed I slipped into the baby doll I had recently purchased. When he came into the bedroom, I could see from the sparkle in his eyes that I met his approval. Then he suddenly scowled, apparently took a closer look at me and/or my baby doll, and then informing me that he was too tired, almost pushed me out of the way, and went to bed. 

I was devastated and worse yet, I was really upset over his sudden change from seeming excitement to go to bed with me to one of not wanting to be with me. What had caused the sudden, drastic change to come over him? It was kind of like the change that occurred while I was at the theater with the kids the weekend this all started.

When I got in bed I was pretty sure he was not asleep. I lay there not knowing what to do. I finally drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, he had already left the house, without a word.

Now I was becoming panicky. When Sam came home I asked him what was wrong and immediately asked why he had left so early without even telling or kissing me goodbye. He always kisses me when he leaves, even if I am still in bed and not ready to get up.

His answer wasn't all I hoped for but it made sense that if he had troubles at work he might be going in early to work things out. 

(To be continued)



How Wonderful Ch. 04



* * * Sam's perspective * * *

On Saturday night when I returned home, Gerri wore the baby doll, as she had promised. Damn but she looked beautiful and very sexy and my discovery had left my mind. Then I did a second take. 

That WAS NOT the baby doll that I had purchased for her. The one I bought was split up each side almost to the arm pit. What she was wearing had no splits. Now I remembered that the one I saw at Sharon's house had the splits. It finally sunk in! The baby doll night gown that I had seen at Sharon's was Gerri's and that's why I couldn't mentally get Sharon into it.

I wanted to walk over to her, rip the damned thing off, put her over my knee, and turn her bottom bright red with some of the red being her blood. Of course, I didn't. In a very unloving voice I told her I was tired, pushed by her, and went to bed. I was so sick that I couldn't sleep. At four in the morning I gave up, got dressed and left the house. I went to a local pancake house ordered breakfast and ate little while I tried to put my thoughts in order. 

When I got home that night I could tell she was upset and she asked me again, "What's wrong?" and without waiting for a reply she wanted to know why I had left so early and why I hadn't kissed her goodbye?

I simply informed her that I had problems to work out. I didn't answer her when she wanted to know what kind of problems. 

The family was at home the first couple of days when I came home from work. But, on Wednesday they had remained at Sharon's. I immediately went to the laundry room and retrieved the card of pills. Sure enough, more pills were missing. So, now I knew for sure she was on the pill. Things started to fall in place, like the kids wondering about her absence from lunch. There had to be something more than her missing lunch on infrequent occasions that brought their queries. It was right under my nose and I hadn't seen it. She was fucking that SOB rooming at Sharon's. 

Now I knew what I had to do to obtain positive proof. If I accused her with no proof, she would simply deny it and that bitch Sharon would back her up. Gerri was definitely having an affair and I rationalized that it wasn't necessarily with Sharon's boarder; what's his name? Oh yeah, Mike or Mark or something like that. But the probabilities were high that he was the one. 

At this time my emotions went from a feeling of being sick to that of outright rage. If I were a violent person, someone would have been getting hurt in a very short time. This infidelity wasn't going to go on and I was going to get to the truth of the situation. If my suspicions proved to be true, Gerri would be needing to find a new life. We would be through.

Well, whoever she is doing it with she is almost certainly doing it at Sharon's house because there is not enough time for her to travel very far. Then the sickening thought hit me that she might be doing it in our house. I knew that if I were correct, the liaison is taking place at my house or at Sharon's and it won't be hard to get what I need.

I now had proof, though it wouldn't hold up in court. But I sure had enough to start planning how I was going to handle the situation. I knew that I was going to start planting seeds of fear and that, to the degree I was able; I was going to make her life unpleasant. I wanted her to start guessing what, if anything, I knew. In short I would do whatever I could to make her uncomfortable. 

I have a very good friend who has access to surveillance equipment. In addition, Sharon had asked me to install extension phones in her garage and on the new sun porch. I had told her I would be happy to install them for the cost of the materials. 'Well Sharon, the extensions are about to be installed.'

Thursday I contacted my friend and made arrangements to rent six cameras, a central recorder, a remote transmitter/receiver, and six motion detector controls. 

Mondays and Fridays are generally my busiest days and very often I am late getting home and I'm usually tired by the time I do get home. It occurred to me that Gerri's liaisons might well be on Mondays and/or Fridays since there would be the least chance of my coming home early and that there would be the least chance of detection. That also would explain why the children asked about mom's errands on Fridays. 

I knew that the installation would have to wait until Monday since I didn't want anyone around to see what I was doing. I took a half day vacation, picked up the video equipment and got instructions for proper installation, and went home.

After leaving the house on Monday (supposedly to go to work), I called the house and received no answer so I was sure Gerri and the kids were at Sharon's. I drove by Sharon's about ten but didn't see anything. I drove by the park, and sure enough, Sharon and the kids were there. However, I didn't see Gerri. I was immediately tempted to go to Sharon's and maybe see what was happening in the chicken coop. Then I thought, no, even if I did catch them it would still be my word against hers. 

I decided that this really would be the opportune time to install the video cameras and the central recording equipment at our house. Also, by doing it now I would have something to shake Gerri up with later. While I was at it I installed a phone tap that fed into a recorder. I was surprised that even though the surveillance system was quite sophisticated, since it was wireless, the installation went very quickly and I was done a little after 2:00 p.m.

I then went to Sharon's house. The kids had just gone down for their naps, and the ladies were in the kitchen. I caught them by surprise when I knocked on the back door and let myself in. Gerri was flustered seeing me home so early on a Friday again.

She wanted to know what I was doing home at this hour.

I told her this was just one of those unusual days where things allowed me to come home early. Then I tossed out a light jab at Gerri and said, "Hello, I'm glad to see you too. Your welcome home makes me wonder what's going on. Have I interrupted something?" She turned pale and I made note of the fact that she was wearing make up which she rarely does except for special occasions. I also noted that the makeup was smudged. I had to resist the urge to walk over and, not gently, rub the makeup off with the dish towel lying on the counter.

I had definitely caught her by surprise and shaken her. While talking I was making detailed mental notes of the house and I even wandered back to the bedrooms to check them out for the installations. Then I went back to the kitchen. I was ready to toss a grenade in her lap.

I said, "Oh, by the way Sharon, you know the extensions I promised to install?"

She lit up and said, "Oh, yes. I was wondering about them."

I told her that I would be in the area sometime on Monday and that I would stop by then and install them.

Gerri gasped lightly and said, "Sam, why don't you do that over the weekend? You don't want to take time off from work do you?"

I told her that we were installing lightning protection equipment and that my boss was letting me do my own house and Sharon's and I would add the phone extensions at Sharon's while I was doing the lightning protection. 

Gerri stepped right into my plan and asked me if I was going to do our house on Monday too. She had just pulled the pin on the grenade and I was about to toss it. I was looking forward to her reaction when it exploded in her face as I told her: 'no,' that I had gotten home early enough to do ours before coming here. For a moment I thought she was going to faint. She turned pale and could hardly squeak out, "Oh, that's nice." Then she excused herself and almost ran to the bathroom. I could see that she was really shaken and I was certain now that she had had sex earlier, but not much earlier. If I had come here before doing the installation at home, I would have walked right in on them.

She was in the bathroom for five or ten minutes and when she returned I could tell she had been crying. The mascara had run and she didn't want to look at me. It pleased me that I had put her 'on the ropes' and that she was so extremely uncomfortable. Even though I was pleased with my performance, I wanted to puke. 

Sharon went to her and whispered something in her ear. She turned completely away from me (I'm sure she was trying to hide her face) and then she asked Sharon if she could take a shower before she went home. 

With her on the ropes, I decided to take another jab. I said, in an attempted joking manner, "Why not wait until we get home and we can have a shower together." I wanted to see her squirm over the idea that I wanted to have sex tonight.

She almost came unglued. She tried to hide it by acting embarrassed. She made some weak excuses and finally went and got her shower before we left. 

Walking home she asked me if I couldn't call and let her know when I was coming home so early, that my appearance had scared her to death thinking something had happened. I told her it didn't happen very often so don't worry about it; but she pushed on. She noted that this was the second Friday that I had come home early recently. I struck home again when I asked in a joking manner, "What's wrong, are you afraid I will catch you doing something you shouldn't be doing?"

I saw her stiffen and she let the issue drop. 

A moment later she asked me to go on home with the kids. She had left something at Sharon's and needed to go back and get it. She would be home in a few minutes.

While fixing dinner I gave her another jab. I walked up behind her at the sink, rubbed her ass, and said, "I can't wait to get the kids to bed." She shook her butt at me but didn't say anything.

* * * Gerri continues * * *

Beginning about two o'clock on Friday afternoon I got several bone-jarring shocks. I had been with Mark until almost one, the time when Sharon and the kids come back from the park and Mark has to get ready for work. Fortunately I was dressed, but I hadn't cleaned up when there was a knock on Sharon's kitchen door and Sam came in. I almost died. On Fridays he does well to get home in time for supper. I gasped when I realized 'thirty minutes earlier and he would have caught us.' I hope I didn't show my fear in the surprise.

That was the first shock. The second came when he said he would install Sharon's extensions next Monday. This created a major problem. Mark was out of town, standing in for a friend this weekend, and would not be home again until 3 or 4 Monday morning. We were to get together before lunch. I had no way to contact him until early Monday morning and I couldn't have Sam around when I made the call.

But the real shock almost buckled my knees. I learned Sam had come home before noon and had taken time to install some kind of protective device at our house. He would have walked right in on Mark and me had he come right over to Sharon's. 

I couldn't control myself and started shuddering. I had to run to the bathroom to regain my composure. I couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't installed the equipment before he came over. As my mind raced, the tears started to flow. I was panicked and on the verge of collapsing. I finally got myself together and knew that I must get back to them before Sam started to wonder what was wrong with me.

I grabbed a Kleenex, quickly wiped my eyes and went back to the kitchen. I couldn't look at Sam and sat as far away from him as possible. I had only been back for a minute when Sharon came to me and whispered that my mascara has run. This almost sent me down for the count. I wondered, and almost knew, whether Sam had seen the mascara. Now I was in a state of panic again. I had to put an end to all this sudden chaos and get home where I could try to recuperate. I asked Sharon to let me take a shower before going home and Sam hit me again by suggesting we have one together at home. I couldn't take the chance. I had to get the makeup off and pray that he hadn't already noticed it. I went ahead and got my shower after making a bunch of lame excuses.

While in the shower I realized that this was the second Friday that Sam had come home early recently and that he had nearly caught me on both occasions. Then I wondered if his schedule was changing and whether this was going to continue to happen. I had to develop some sort of safety net to prevent his coming home early without my knowing it.

On the way home I asked him if he would call when he was coming home so early, that he had really scared me. I used the excuse that I was afraid something serious had happened. He simply told me not to worry about it; it only happens on rare occasions. I pressed the issue and asked if he couldn't do it anyway? His answer, questioning whether I was doing something I shouldn't stifled me and I shut up. 

He had repeatedly hit my panic button this afternoon and now I started to wonder and to think again that somehow he was suspicious or aware of my affair. I knew that I couldn't take chances with Monday and I told Sam that I left something at Sharon's. I would go back and get it and be home in a few minutes.

At Sharon's I told her what Sam had said and what I had noted and that I was getting scared. I asked her if she knew how to reach Mark. 

She said she thought she could and she was sure that he would be calling her sometime on Sunday. I asked her to please tell Mark what had happened and explain that we were to be strictly acquaintances on Monday. She said she would do that and that she would let me know when she had spoken to him.

Walking back home my mind was racing. I couldn't get over the fact that I had come so extremely close to being caught. And Sam's comments, does he know something or is my guilty conscience playing games with me? Again, I retraced my activities and could find no holes in my cover. I also told myself that if he were suspicious, he would certainly have come directly to Sharon's to check things out. Once more I concluded that my secret was safe, but I knew that I was going to have to be much more careful and that I must get serious about ending the affair. I knew that I couldn't survive another set of blows like those delivered today.

I wasn't out of danger yet. While we were fixing dinner, Sam indicated that he was looking forward to getting me in the sack tonight. I didn't respond to his implied suggestion. I had to think fast. I didn't want him in me this soon. 

While Sam was with the kids, I called Sharon, explained the situation, and asked if she would call and ask me to baby sit; using the excuse that an unexpected date had called. She was glad to help. 

Sam came back from putting the kids to bed and later, as we were watching TV, the phone rang. Sam answered and Sharon played her role well. She told him why she was calling so late. He asked how late and then came to me with the phone, told me what Sharon wanted, and said she thinks she'll be home by one. I asked if he would mind and he reluctantly said, no. I asked what time she needed me and he told me 'as soon as I could get there,' that she was being picked up at nine. I gathered my purse and house key from the table and walked to Sharon's. 

As I went out the door, he called after me, "Don't be too late. I'll be waiting in bed for you."

God, what was I going to do now? He's just not giving up. Why is he doing this today? It's so unlike him. 

* * * Sam's perspective * * * 

After Gerri left for Sarah's house, I sat with the TV on without paying any attention to it. My stomach hurt and I felt miserable as I tried to comprehend what had happened. What started all this deceit? I still needed proof and I affirmed in my mind that I was going try to make life as miserable for Gerri and her lover as she had made mine. Deep down I knew that I couldn't make them as miserable as I was.

I remembered my wire tap and decided to verify that it was working properly. I rewound the tape and immediately found a message from Gerri to Sharon asking Sharon to be sure to let Mark know that Monday was off. Now I knew who her lover was for sure. The call continued with Gerri asking her to call about baby sitting with a story about a last minute date. Then there was the call I took from Sharon asking Gerri to come and baby sit. 

By the time I had listened to the tape, my feelings of hurt and betrayal had changed to pure anger. 'Gerri, I'm going to make your life very uncomfortable and Sharon, you'll get yours too.' Then I wondered whether the girls were so smug that they would just spend the evening yakking, or whether they would be smart enough to get Sharon out of the picture. 

I waited until 9:45 P.M. and called Sharon's. Obviously they hadn't thought things through because Sharon answered the phone and I acted surprised.

"Sharon, I thought you had a date."

I could hear her try to stifle a gasp and then she was silent for a moment.

She said in a rather quiet tentative voice, "Sa...Sam? Yes, yes, I do. My date has been delayed and I expect him any moment. Thanks for letting Gerri come over." 

I told her, to knock off the bull shit; that I didn't know what they were up to, but I was getting pissed. Then I said in a loud and firm voice, "You tell Gerri to pack her ass back home right now. I mean right now! If she's not home in ten minutes, I'm coming after her."

She replied, "But Sam, I need someone to be with the kids."

I told her that her kids were not my problem and that she and her date could watch TV at her place. I reiterated, "Ten minutes," and slammed down the phone.

Gerri came in the door in less than ten minutes. I don't know if she was actually mad or just putting on an act as she started to speak quite loudly. I cut her off and told her to lower her voice before she woke the children. Before she could say anything more, I told her, if Sharon hadn't already told her, that I didn't know what kind of game she was playing but I was certainly going to find out.

Gerri, sounding exasperated told me that she wasn't playing any game and that if I hadn't been so impatient, Sharon could have kept her date because he showed up just as she was leaving. I pretended to be sorry and then I picked up the phone as I told Gerri I needed to call and apologize. Gerri tried to get the phone from me and protested that I shouldn't interrupt them now. As I completed the dialing, I said to Gerri, "Why? Do you think they are in the sack this fast?"

In a huff she retorted, "Sam, that wasn't called for." 

Sharon answered the phone and I sarcastically said I sure hoped I wasn't interrupting anything. I could tell by Sharon's voice that she didn't appreciate my tone. Then I apologized to her for messing up her evening. She wasn't sure where this conversation was going and she responded that she understood and it was alright. Then I asked if I could speak to her date that I would like to apologize to him too. She was silent for a few moments and then told me he had left already, that he wanted to go dancing and not sit and watch TV. I couldn't pass up the chance, I said to her, "Gee Sharon, it sounds like you should be thanking me for breaking up the evening. He sounds like a complete ass. See ya."

Then, playing along with Gerri's plan, I growled at her, "I've had a rough week and I'm tired. I don't want to play anymore games and I'm going to bed." She sat down and told me she would be ready shortly, that I had upset her and could we talk. I growled that whatever we needed to talk about could wait until morning. She didn't know at that time that we weren't going to have sex again for a long time, if ever.

She came to bed about an hour later; I wasn't asleep. I'm sure she called Sharon and I could find out about that from the tape. I also know she had been crying because she was still sniffling and her breathing was not regular when she came in.




How Wonderful Ch. 04



When I checked the wire tap later I confirmed that she had called Sharon and they had discussed my strange actions. Before she hung up, Gerri confirmed that Mark had been contacted.

* * * Gerri continues * * *

I was at Sharon's to 'baby sit' before 8:30 P.M. and we engaged in girl talk. Of course, Mark was in the conversation often. Sharon made a couple of remarks about how well I was handling Sam. 

I must admit that I was feeling somewhat smug in the way I was keeping my affair from Sam. But, as we talked about it I began to reflect on Sam's recent behavior and began to get an uneasy feeling that somehow he had gotten a clue. I confided that Sam was still planning on sex tonight and I didn't know what I was going to do.

We were sipping coffee and enjoying our chit-chat when, sometime before ten, the phone rang, and Sharon answered it. I heard her gasp and then stammer Sam's name. 

Oh God, we weren't thinking. I should have answered the phone. I heard her tell Sam her date had been delayed and was late and thanking him for letting me come. I don't know what Sam said, but I know it was not the continuation of a pleasant exchange. 

Sharon hung up and looked at me and said, "We screwed up girl. I should never have answered the phone."

I asked her why Sam had called.

Sharon looked at me with concern and told me she didn't know why he called but that he wasn't buying the baby sitting story. He didn't tell her anything else except that he didn't know what we were up to and for me to get my ass home right now. He definitely was not buying the idea that her date was late. She finished by telling me that if I wasn't home in ten minutes, he was coming after me.

I knew I had better get home immediately and I worried over what had Sam so worked up as I walked home. I also tried to anticipate what I was going to run in to when I got home. I finally decided the best defense was to go on the offense when I walked in the door. Still, I was worried because Sam's actions today were so unlike him. Then I got really worried thinking that he knew he was going to be laid off and was trying to shield me from it.

As I walked in, I started to tell Sam in a loud voice that he should have waited. But he shut me off telling me to get my voice down and then telling me that he didn't know what kind of game I was playing but he was certainly going to find out.

Sounding exasperated I told him that if he hadn't been so impatient, Sharon could have kept her date because he showed up just as I was leaving (big mistake). He seemed to be sorry and then he picked up the phone and told me he needed to call and apologize. I tried to get the phone from him telling him that he shouldn't interrupt them now. As he continued dialing he asked me, in an unloving tone, if I thought they were in the sack this fast.

I was starting to get mad and I told him that last remark was uncalled for. Sam was acting like an ass. I don't know why, but he was. 

When Sharon answered he apologized and then asked to speak to her date. He wanted to apologize to him too. I don't know what she told him, but Sam suggested that Sharon should thank him (Sam) because her date sounded like a complete ass.

Any plans I had to try to chastise Sam went away when he announced he was going to bed. I could see that if I tried to take him on as a misunderstood and irate wife, things could get ugly. I was relieved that he was going to bed, but I didn't want to leave things on an ugly note. I told him I wanted to talk and he told me it could wait until tomorrow.

I waited until I was sure Sam was asleep and then I went to the kitchen and called Sharon. She filled me in on the conversations and then in all seriousness she told me that Sam was certainly acting peculiar and that I needed to watch carefully. She was positive that he knew the baby sitting scheme was something we had cooked up. She confirmed my suspicions when she noted again that Sam was not acting in a manner that she had ever seen before. Then she asked if there was any possibility that he was caught up in the layoffs at work. That comforted me some knowing that she had been drawn to the same conclusions that I had reached. Still, I needed to be very careful.

I hung up, and then it hit me. My wonderful Sam was dealing with worries related to being laid off and here I was, cheating on him rather than being at his side and supporting him. I broke out in tears. I pondered the situation for quite a while. 

It occurred to me that as far as Mark was concerned, if Sam got laid off, we would probably have to move for a job, and that would automatically take care of the affair. I concluded that if that were the case, I might as well enjoy Mark while I could. 

(To be continued)



How Wonderful Ch. 05



* * * Sam's perspective * * *

On Monday I left the house telling Gerri I would see her later and went out the door without kissing her. I decided that I would not allow Gerri to have time to even talk to Mark also I wanted to get the work in the attic done before the temperature had a chance to rise much. So I scheduled my activities to be at Sharon's by nine o'clock. Sharon's kids were playing in the yard when I got there, and Sharon greeted me at the door. I gave her a grin and said, "Hi Sharon, sorry about Friday night." She didn't know how to respond and before she could say anything, I asked her to show me where she wanted the new jacks. As we passed Mark's room I could hear the shower running, so I knew he was there and awake. 

I told Sharon that I would have to get into the attic to install the lightning equipment and not to worry if she heard me crawling around up there. I went into the attic and started the installation of the small amount of wiring needed for the surveillance equipment. I had worked about a half hour when Gerri yelled up to the attic, "Hi Hon. When do I get to see you?" I yelled back that I would be down in about 15-20 minutes. The kids called up too and naturally wanted to know if they could come up. I told them that they couldn't.

I heard Mark come out of his room and apparently he wanted to avoid any possible contact with me because he drove off almost immediately. I completed the work in the attic and went down to install the phone jacks. Gerri came into the garage where I was working and told me they were headed for the park and wanted to know if I could join them for their picnic lunch. I told her I would be happy to. She came to give me a hug and/or kiss and I just turned back to my work and said, "See you there." 

As soon as she left, I went to Sharon's bedroom and installed the cameras and then into Mark's bedroom. After finishing all the installations, I drove back to our house to verify everything was working properly. I went back, made final adjustments and then turned to a piece of dirty work to make life less comfortable at Sharon's 

Earlier I had confirmed that the house had an electric water heater. I hooked a garden hose to the water heater, turned off the cold water inlet to the water heater, and opened the drain valve to drain the tank. After a few minutes I opened the valve to let water fill the tank again. I put the garden hose away and went to the park having burned out the heating elements in the water heater. 

I ate, played with the kids for a few minutes, and then called over to the picnic table, "Gotta go, see ya later," and left. I didn't go near Gerri because every time I thought of her and what she was doing I either got mad or I felt sick. Usually it was a combination of both. I was having a very hard time trying to be friendly to her. I think I could have found some relief if I were able to just slap her across the face hard enough to knock her to the ground. After supper I puttered in my shop until almost 1 a.m. The facts were there, Gerri was fucking Mark. I now needed the absolute proof. The question I was wrestling with was: What do I do? Or what should I do now? If it weren't for the kids, there would be no question. Then I would lapse into depression and hurt as I would ask: Why? What was wrong with our marriage that made her do this? How much is that bitch Sharon involved in this? How long has this been going on? Why hadn't I picked up on the earlier clues?

The answer to the last question was easy; I loved Gerri; I trusted her, and until now I had no reason to suspect she was fooling around.

By the time I went to bed I had cried my eyes out and concluded that: One, there were no extenuating circumstances that could excuse Gerri's betrayal. Two, I could never trust her again. Three, and most importantly, I didn't see anything that could be used as a starting point for repairing our marriage. And, finally, the gut wrenching decision, a divorce was the only viable solution. Underlying it all I kept asking myself: How can she profess to love me and yet be doing this? And: What had I done to drive her to this?

Gerri was asleep and I lay down quietly with a very heavy heart. I knew that our life together and sharing a bed was about over. I now needed the verifying proof of her infidelity and we were done.

* * * Gerri's story * * *

When we got to Sharon's house on Monday, Sam was up in the attic and Mark was just leaving. I was relieved that Mark would be gone but I was frustrated because I needed to talk to him.

Sharon and the kids and I went to the park while Sam was working. When we left I went into the garage to ask Sam to join us for lunch and he told me he would. As I started across the garage to give him a hug and a kiss he just turned his back on me, said see you later, and went back to his work.

At the park I told Sharon that I was getting worried, that Sam definitely was not himself. Sam joined us for lunch, but he sat with the kids between us. After lunch he played with the kids a few minutes and then without coming back to the table he headed for his tuck calling out that he had to go. I pointed out to Sharon his cold departure without any hug or anything. In fact, as I thought about it more, I couldn't remember when I had heard, 'I love you' last.

That night Sam was still distant. He still played with the kids and I know that they could see no difference because there was no difference when he was with them. This should have been a red flag to me but I was still wrapped up in the layoff scenario.

When I tried to talk with him after supper, he brushed me off and said he had things on his mind. When I tried to press with more questions, he simply told me to back off. He would get things worked out. I finally point plank asked him, whether he was about to be laid off. His surprised reaction and the manner in which he answered told me I had been barking up the wrong tree.

Now I was really baffled and scared. Sam was definitely troubled and he wasn't being laid off. Shortly after dinner Sam said he was going to his shop. He has an enlarged closet off the garage where he has a bunch of electronic equipment. He is always puttering around with the stuff and a year ago he received a two-thousand dollar award from the company for developing something that they needed. Whatever it was he developed, he did it in his shop.

At 10:30. I went out and knocked on the door to the shop. There is no door knob and you have to use a key to open the door. He answered and opened the door. I told him I was going to bed. He said, "Ok, I'll be along in a while," and closed the door. This time it was like he had slammed the door in my face. I was hurt and now I was beginning to understand that I was involved in whatever was bothering him. I called in, "I love you," but after waiting a minute, and hearing nothing, I left. 

In bed I lay there sorting things through my mind again. Of course I reconsidered my affair and could find absolutely nothing that would give it away. Surely the Friday night 'baby sitting' subterfuge would not elicit this kind of reaction. So, I was back to my affair, but I dismissed it thinking that if Sam knew anything he wouldn't just sit on it. He doesn't operate that way. He takes action. Try as I might, I could not find a reasonable answer. It had to be after midnight when I fell asleep and Sam had not come to bed yet.

* * * Sam's perspective * * *

Tuesday morning I took a half day vacation and visited an attorney that I knew. I explained what was happening. He told me he didn't do divorce work and referred me to a colleague. The attorney told me that if everything I told him could be verified, there would be no problem in getting a restraining order and that he was sure there would be no alimony provided. He would start the papers and would wait to complete them until I had the tapes. He hastened to remind me that the telephone taps were illegal and that they could not be used as evidence and suggested that I should destroy the tapes after they had served my purpose. However, there would be no problem with the videos.

Beginning that afternoon, I made it a point to ask the children, when I got home, if mommy had lunch with them. I wasn't expecting a 'no' answer until Friday. To my surprise, I got a 'no' answer on Wednesday afternoon. They picked up on the fact that there was something unusual happening and asked me what it was. I sat on the bench told them a story that was truthful yet not accurate. This seemed to satisfy them

I was sure that I was going to have a productive and sickening session with my tapes on Wednesday

* * * Gerri continues * * *

Sam seemed to stay in a sour mood and I just kind of left him alone. I knew he would come out of it and tell me what happened when he felt the time was right. He had done something similar to this on a couple of occasions before. In both cases the situation was very upsetting to him, but nothing of epic proportions. This also would soon pass. However, I still could not account for his coldness toward me that was showing up this time.

When I went to Sharon's on Wednesday, she and Mark were in the kitchen. The kids ran on to the back yard. I got my cup of coffee, and he came over and said we had missed our date on Monday and wanted to know if I would like to make it up right now. I thought for a moment and then said, "Why not," thinking I could use a good fuck with a big cock right now since Sam was not in the mood. Sharon said she would take the kids and see us after lunch.

I excused myself and went to Sharon's bedroom. From the drawer that she had given me, I got the sexy black baby doll and spiked heels that Mark really loved. I undressed,  put on the baby doll outfit, and went into the bathroom. There I did my hair up, put on some make-up (some lipstick and some eye shadow and liner). I looked in the mirror and was very pleased with what I saw, sexy but not smutty. I then crossed the hall to Mark's room

Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a pair of shorts as usual. I could see a little bit of an erection from the door where I stopped and posed for a minute. As I crossed to the bed, I could see the erection climbing to new heights.

When I got to him he remained sitting and pulled me to him and lightly kissed my mound. Not having sex in almost a week, his kiss sent tingles through my pussy and I didn't know if I could wait for much foreplay before he buried his love tool in me. Then he stood up cupping my breast and sinking his tongue into my mouth. As he did this, I reached down and grabbed his cock through the shorts. I was thrilled to find it was rock hard and ready.

I pulled back and told him I was very hot and I needed him now. With that he pulled my thong off, dropped his shorts, and pushed me onto the bed. He rubbed the tip of his cock across my clit a couple of times and then I experienced that gratifying feeling as his big cock sank slowly to the hilt. There he stopped for a moment and I muscle fucked him. Then he started pumping me, slowly at first and then picking up speed. One thing I like about Mark is that he picks up a tempo that feels fantastic and he doesn't get to the frantic level of pumping. It didn't take long before I felt him starting to tense up and that drove me over the edge. As my climax reached its peak, he dumped a huge load of sperm into me. This was one of the really good fucks. He lay of top for a few minutes, rolled off, and went to the bathroom.

He came out after a minute and lay down next to me. He helped me get my baby doll off and then began to lick and suck on my nipples. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock and I could feel it starting to come back to life. This was pure heaven. Sam was good, but he couldn't match the pure sexual satisfaction that Mark dispensed. Soon Mark was hard again and I stretched my mouth around his cock. After sucking for a short while, I straddled him and impaled myself over that beautiful tower of sex.

I felt sure that I was not going to have to do anything to keep Sam from having sex with me tonight and it made going back home a little easier.

I was cleaning up in the kitchen when I saw Sam come home and stop to play with the kids for a while. The next time I looked out, the three of them were sitting on the bench, involved in, what appeared to be, a serious conversation. When he came in I asked him what the serious talk was about. He said nothing really; the kids had some questions about when they were going to school. I couldn't help but smile and acknowledge what a wonderful father he was; they looked up to him so much.

With that thought, a wave of guilt and remorse swept over me. How could I so blatantly be cheating on this wonderful husband and father? I hoped that whatever was bothering him would pass soon. He's such a wonderful father but he hasn't been much of a husband lately. 

Then another thought hit me. I had figured that we would move because Sam was being laid off and that would take care of my affair. But now that the layoff was out of the picture, how was I going to end the affair? Could I bring myself to ending my pleasant excursion? I knew that I must, because if I didn't, there would be a slip and Sam would find out. Next, I tried to calculate how long I could safely continue before I had to end it. Also, I was wondering if I only met with Mark say once a month or every six weeks, would that reduce the risk? I had a lot to ponder.  * * * Sam's perspective * * *

I was dreading having to look at the tapes. I was only able to get a couple of bites of food down. Any more, and everything in my stomach would come back up. After dinner Gerri came around to my chair and put her arms around me. She asked if there was anything she could do to make me happy. Knowing she would be avoiding sex with me, I decided to throw her a hot potato. I smiled as best I could and looked at her.

"Yeah, why don't we put the kids to bed and then let's put some 'together' time in the sack."

She almost choked and made the excuse that her period was almost there (and it was) and she was feeling some cramps (bull shit).

I said, somewhat angrily, "You asked, I told you, and you won't. So let's just forget it."

With that I got up and went to my shop. As I was leaving she asked if I wasn't going to tell the children goodnight. I told her to call me when they were ready.

The tapes were even worse than I had expected. She was wearing that sexy baby doll that I had given her and she was wearing it to fuck another man. Also, she had made up her eyes and face. Only on very rare occasions did she get herself especially ready for me and sex. Here she is getting all made up for this SOB that does nothing but fuck her. The action was awful to watch especially when she mounted and rode him.

Luckily I hadn't looked at the tapes until after I tucked the kids in. I don't ever remember being as sick as I got when I looked at them. I had to get out of the shop and go to the wash tub in the corner of the garage. I was so pissed off by the time I finished viewing the tapes that if it weren't for my upbringing, the police would be hauling me off for wife beating and attempted murder before the night was over.

After I had seen the tapes I decided that I was not going to simply serve her with divorce papers. She was going to feel the humiliation of being caught in the act. Gerri was gong to experience at least some of the suffering I was dealing with. I couldn't do anything to Mark since it was obvious that Gerri had entered in to this adulterous activity of her own free will.

Thursday I took the tapes to my attorney and we completed the papers. He took the tapes to a judge to get a restraining order that would give me custody of the children until a custody hearing could be held, probably three to six months from now. She would have no visitation rights until the hearing.

I knew that Gerri had no idea that I was on to her and I decided that I would shake her up by making her wonder if I knew, and how much I knew. In talking with the kids I knew that when Gerri didn't have lunch with them, she also didn't even go to the park. I decided to make Anna a big girl. I set up and gave her a small cell phone, showed her how to use it, and told her it was a secret and she was not to let anyone know she had it. It was so secret that even her sister, and Sharon, and her mother couldn't know about it. She was delighted to have such a secret responsibility. She was to find a secret place and call me every time they went to the park and mommy wasn't with them.

I was pretty sure things would start tomorrow, Friday. And, sure enough, before noon, I had a call from Anna. I immediately called Sharon's, not expecting an answer, when the answering machine came on I left a message that I doubted Gerri would hear back in the bedroom. Then I called Sharon's cell phone.

When she answered I told her I was coming over right away. There was a connection that I needed to check on one of her extension jacks. She was silent a moment and then told me it would be alright for me to do it when I came home. There was no reason for me to make a special trip and she wouldn't be using the extensions until then. I told her I was in the area and would just as soon do it now. I told her I'd be there in about 10 minutes.

She started to sputter and I told her she didn't need to be there, I knew the back door was open. Then, to add to the fun I asked to speak Gerri, to tell her that her cell phone was turned off. Again she sputtered and then told me she had gone to the rest room and she would tell Gerri to turn her phone on. I smiled, said "thanks," and hung up. I was beginning to enjoy the chaos that I knew I had now set in motion. My only regret was that I wasn't there to personally watch it. 

I waited fifteen minutes and called Sharon's cell. She sounded out of breath and asked if I had been to the house yet. I told her that I hadn't, that's why I was calling. I had an emergency call and wasn't going to make it now and that I would try later. I then asked if I could speak to Gerri. 

She answered in a sort of worried voice. She too was out of breath and asked if I had been to Sharon's yet (as though she didn't know). I could tell from the background that she was at the park. I told her the same thing as I told Sharon. I also told her that her cell phone was not on and she told me that Sharon had told her. Then, just to see how she would respond, I asked her why she sounded so out of breath. She hesitated a moment and then told me she had just gotten back to the park. That they had left the drinks in the refrigerator and she had gone back to get them.

My heart sank another level. She was becoming very proficient at lying to me. Has she been lying to me all our married life when it suited her? What had I done to bring this on? 

A little while later I had a call from Anna and she happily told me that Sharon had to go home for a minute and when she came back mommy had come with her and had lunch with them. I asked who stayed with her while Sharon was gone. She told me Miss Mary was there. (Miss Mary is a sixty-five year old widow who is at the park a lot. The kids love her). I truly would have loved to have seen the activity at the park. I knew I would see the activity at Sharon's when I looked at the tape.

When I came home that afternoon I gathered the kids and sat on the bench again acting like we were having a serious talk. Again, when I went in, Gerri wanted to know what the serious discussion was this time. Acting like I was surprised. I said, "They were telling me that they were so happy that you had lunch with them today and that you don't have lunch with them most of the time on Fridays. What's that all about?"

She turned so white that a white sheet would have looked grey beside her. She looked out the window at the children and not turning to look at me she told me that Friday was the day she usually ran her errands.




How Wonderful Ch. 05



I said, "Well, you ought to tell the children what you are doing."

Immediately after supper I went to my shop to view the tape. Except for the fact that Gerri again made herself up for that bastard, the rest was a sight to see. Gerri had hardly gotten in to Mark's room when Sharon burst in with the news. I heard Mark say, 'Aw Shit!' as he got up and started to dress. Gerri screamed, 'Oh my God' as she dashed into Sharon's room and changed. I heard Sharon tell her not to forget the make-up. She dashed into the bathroom and when she came out the make-up had been cleaned off. She called out the door to Mark that she was sorry and he would have to take a rain check. In a matter of minutes Gerri and Sharon were out the door (headed for the park). I couldn't get over how perfect the timing had been.

I went back in and tucked the children in bed feeling very satisfied with my work but still feeling sick all over. It was obvious that Gerri was horny and she was still trying to deal with the kid's revelation to me. I know she was trying to put pieces together, but none of them were fitting. 

When I sat down in front of the TV she came over and tried to mess around with me. I finally pushed her away and told her it was Friday and I was tired. What I wanted to say was, "Lady you'll never feel my prick in your cheating pussy again."

(To be continued)



How Wonderful Ch. 06



* * * Gerri continues * * *

On Friday as we walked to Sharon's house I was thinking how nice it was to have Mark in reserve when Sam was out of sorts. Once Sharon and the kids left, I went in to Sharon's bedroom and made myself ready for Mark. While I was getting ready another one of the guilt/remorse waves rolled over me. I wondered why I was making myself up for Mark when I never did it for my own husband anymore.

I had barely entered Mark's room and was enjoying a deep throat passionate kiss when Sharon burst in.

She said, "Oh God Gerri, Sam's on his way over here right now to make some sort of an adjustment. He called the house and your cell before he called my cell. Do you know that your cell phone is off?"

I screamed back at her, "I don't care about the damned cell phone. What did you say about Sam?" 

She told me again and added that we needed to get out of here and get to the park. I dashed into Sharon's room to change. I told Mark that he would have to take a rain check. I was ready to rush out when Sharon reminded me of the make-up. I dashed back into the bathroom and cleaned my face.

We both hurried to the park and the kids were delighted to see me. We had just gotten to the park when Sam called Sharon to tell her he wasn't going to make it right now; he had an emergency call to take. 

He asked to speak to me and he told me the same thing and that my cell phone was off. I told him that Sharon had informed me and that when I got to my purse I would turn it on.

As I was about to hang up, he asked me why I was out of breath? My mind raced for a minute. He knew I wasn't there when he called a little while ago. What had Sharon told him, if anything? Hoping that she hadn't told him anything or that he wouldn't remember, I told him that we had left the drinks in the refrigerator and that I had hurried back to get them.

He said, "Ok, see you latter and hung up," after telling me about my cell phone again. Still no 'I love you' or any other endearing comment. What had I done to bring this on? I was relieved, horny, and pissed. My stomach was in turmoil. This was twice now that my affair could have been exposed. I must put an end to it soon; this is just too gut wrenching. Maybe tonight I would be able to arouse Sam and relieve some of my tension.

As I closed the phone and handed it back to Sharon, she told me she couldn't help but overhear and that she had told Sam that I was in the restroom. Why has everything recently just gone to hell? I pondered the situation and decided not to say anything unless Sam brought it up when he came home. Maybe he wouldn't connect the differences. If he did I would simply tell him I went to the restroom before going back for the drinks; that Sharon just hadn't seen me leave. I then took a minute to get the story straight with Sharon.

I went to my purse and got my cell phone out. As I prepared to turn it on, I found it was already on. He must have misdialed. No, he has my cell phone number on speed dial both on his cell and on his work phone. Why did he think my cell was off?

Sam dropped a bomb shell on me when he came home. As usual he played with the kids as he came in and again he seemed to have a serious talk with them before he came in to the kitchen. I almost fainted when I found out the conversation was about my missing lunch on Fridays. When he asked me what it was all about, I had to think for a moment before I told him Fridays were the times I usually ran my errands. He seemed to accept the answer and told me I needed to let the children know what I was doing.

I breathed a sigh of relief and then caught my breath. Why was nothing said about Mondays? Did the children just not mention it, or was Sam only telling me part of the story? Was he on to my affair? After pondering the event for a while I decided the kids just hadn't mentioned Mondays. I talked to the kids later, and sure enough, today, being Friday; they hadn't been thinking about Monday and had only talked about Fridays. 

Sam certainly didn't seem upset, as he would have been if he had known; yet he still wasn't acting like his normal self. With no positive answer I decided that the evidence did not indicate Sam was aware of anything. I also knew that I had better fix this little flaw. On Monday I would ask Mark if we couldn't meet on random days, not just Mondays and/or Fridays. No, I wouldn't wait until Monday. I would call Mark sometime tomorrow when Sam wasn't around.

While I thought I had been betrayed by comments from the children, I realized that I had actually been shown a flaw in my operation that needed correcting. And, of course, I needed to get serious about ending the affair. The problem was that I didn't know how and I really didn't want to give it up. The kid's remarks could set Sam sniffing around. And still, I was hosting very uneasy feelings. 

Something was wrong. Sam had always confided in me in the past, yet now he was holding something back. When I quizzed him about the cell phone, he simply responded that he must have hit the wrong button. The way he answered sounded a little smug, as though he was expecting me to ask and he had the answer ready. Is he playing with me? Am I becoming paranoid? All of a sudden my extremely gratifying affair was starting to become an ordeal. 

When I went to bed, I went to sleep totally frustrated. I didn't know what to do about ending my affair. I was beginning to wonder if Sam somehow had suspicions about my activities. And, worse yet, Sam had begged off sex as being too tired. I was horny as hell. I wanted to jump on Sam and rape him. 

On Saturday while Sam took the kids to get ice cream, I called Mark and told him what had happened. I let him know that unless we could change our pattern, we were going to have to end our relationship. I also told him I would like to continue but I was not going to jeopardize my marriage. Mark was happy with the random schedule idea and suggested that for the time being perhaps we should limit ourselves to once a week. We settled on Tuesday for our next meeting.

* * * Sam's perspective * * *

By Sunday evening, I had had about all I could stand. Gerri had called Mark the previous day and told him about the kid's remarks. They had agreed that they should meet on random days of the week. Their next romp would be on Tuesday. I didn't find anything in the conversation that would lead me to believe that she was in love with him. It only sounded like two people who wanted sex with each other. But her actions certainly indicated that she didn't love me or her family very much to be able to do what she was doing.

I decided that I would give her an opening. Maybe, just maybe, she might confess and there might be a way to save our marriage. After supper and the children were in bed I provided the opening.

I looked Gerri straight in the eye and proceeded. "Honey, I have had the strange feeling for the past couple of weeks that something has happened that has or is affecting our marriage. I also have the feeling that I am being excluded from part of your life. Is it just my imagination, or is there something that perhaps you would like to talk about with me? I'm very concerned and want to get rid of this feeling."

Once again, the color drained from her face. She averted her eyes from mine and looked toward the floor. She surprised me when she came back with an immediate response.

"Darling, is this what has been making you act so strange lately?"

I hesitated not knowing how much I wanted to tip my hand. Then after a moment I gave her a truthful answer and told her it was. 

She paused and I knew she was thinking it over. 

Then she replied, "I don't know what I've been doing to make you feel this way. Can you give me a clue or example of what is giving you this feeling? If you could, maybe I could respond or give you a reasonable answer. Right now I haven't a clue as to what to talk about." 

I told her there was nothing I could put my finger on but things just didn't feel right. 

With that she told me she was sorry she couldn't give me a better answer but that her recent attitude had been mostly in response to my bad mood.

Then I told her that part of it was our recent more intense sexual activity. That she was a wonderful sex partner but she had never taken the lead before and this was new. 

Her response almost made me gag. She told me that she just loved me so much and she was trying new ways to express that love.

Then she dumped it all back in my lap by asking if perhaps there was something I needed or wanted to tell her.

Well there it was, I had opened the door and she slammed it in my face by lying and throwing the problem back at me. I was tempted to press the issue further but I knew she would only continue to lie if I pressed on. I simply replied to never mind, that my problem would be settled on Tuesday. 

She said, "Oh honey, that's wonderful. I'll be glad to have my Sam back. What's happening on Tuesday?"

I told her I was not at liberty to discuss it, that I was sorry to have bothered her, and that I was going to bed.

She jumped up and said, "Please wait, and let me get ready before you."

I agreed and decided check my e-mail while she got ready. I knew she was horny and probably wanted to get something going when we got to bed.

I went to my shop and checked the e-mail. I didn't bother with the videos or the telephone tap. I already had more than I needed and I sure didn't need to subject myself to any more hurtful revelations. Before I finished, I took the wire tap tapes smashed the cassettes, chopped up the tapes and threw them in the trash. Just for insurance, I put another tape into the recorder.

I had just finished when she called and I went to the bedroom. She was standing there wearing the baby doll, not the one I gave her. She was all made up; wearing a wonderful smile, holding her arms opened to me, and under all that external beauty was the unfaithful slut I used to call my wife. I had to really work to control my temper. I wanted to walk over to her, rip the outfit off and knock her over the bed and into the hallway. 

Instead, I walked past her to the bathroom. As I passed her I said, in a very unloving voice, "You look like a whore and the last thing I want right now is sex."

I went into the bathroom and slammed the door so hard that it's a wonder the hinges didn't pop. If that didn't give her cause for thinking about her infidelity, nothing would.

She burst out in tears and moments later she knocked on the door. Through the tears she asked, "Sam, what's wrong? Please talk to me."

I told her that if after all these years she couldn't figure out what was wrong, then I certainly wasn't going to spell it out for her now. Then I said, "Gerri, I don't think you really care what's bothering me. You know what's wrong with us but you obviously don't want to talk about it." 

She said, "Sam, I don't understand, you're not making sense. What ARE you talking about?"

I told her to just go away and leave me alone.

When I slammed the door, it woke the children and she left to tend to them. When I came out I could hear her in tearful conversation with, who I believed to be, Sharon. I really didn't care who she was talking to or why. I went to bed and I had no idea when she came to bed.  * * * Gerri continues * * *

I felt like I had been hit in the stomach with a sledge hammer when Sam made a comment to me about having a strange feeling; that for the past couple of weeks something was affecting our marriage. He felt he was being left out of my life and then he asked if I had something I wanted to tell him or talk about. 

I didn't know what was driving him. Of course I could only think of my infidelity. I couldn't look him in face and tried to push it aside. Then I stopped short. Here was the perfect opportunity to come clean. But as I reasoned, I quickly passed it over thinking that if he did know, he would have done something by now. I further reasoned how much it would hurt him if he doesn't know and that if he doesn't know, why take the chance? What was really bothering me now was that I knew if he found out and knew it had been going on a while, he would leave me. No, I just couldn't take a chance. 

I got a really bad feeling when I asked if this concern of his was what has been making him act so strangely and he answered that it was.

It is times like these when the brain doesn't seem to function as it should. I thought for a moment. Then told him I didn't know what I had been doing to make him feel this way.

I asked him to give me a clue or example or an explanation of what was making him feel this way, that maybe it would help me to know what to talk about.

He told me there was nothing he could put his finger on but that things just didn't feel right. Then he added that our recent sexual activities had made him wonder, that it was unusual for me to take the lead.

I answered him that I was just trying to find new ways to let him know just how much I loved him.

After a moment, I told him I was sorry but that my attitude lately was mostly a reaction to his attitude. I finished by telling him that these past days hadn't been pleasant for me either. 

His reply told me this problem would be resolved on Tuesday. I thought maybe I could get a clue and so I asked him what was going to happen on Tuesday. He replied that he was not a liberty to discuss it.

He announced that he was going to bed. My guilty conscience was working overtime and I felt like I needed to reaffirm my love to him and maybe help make him happier. Also, this was a way to trim my horns. I asked to get ready first and he agreed and went to check his e-mail.

I got a quick shower and put on the baby doll outfit that I had bought. I didn't have anything to equal it and I really felt guilty knowing that this outfit was not as nice as the one that Sam had given me. I did my hair up, used eye shadow and applied make-up. When I looked in the mirror I almost lost it all. I was looking at the same woman who last had sex with Mark. The waves of guilt and what Sam had just said was about to undo me again.

I finally got a grip on myself and called Sam. What happened next destroyed me. I was standing in a glamorous pose with my arms outstretched for him. He came in the bedroom, took a quick look and then brushed right by me telling me that I looked like a whore and that the last thing he wanted right now was sex. Then he went into the bathroom and really slammed the door. I couldn't have been more shocked or hurt if he had doubled up his fist and slugged me.

The tears poured out immediately as I went to the door and knocked and asked him what was wrong, to please talk to me. He told me to just leave him alone, that I really didn't care what was wrong and that I knew what was wrong. 

As I said before, in these situations the brain is not always functioning properly. My thoughts immediately jumped into a jumble. He practically said he knew about my affair and yet I was convinced that he couldn't. I thought, the children had told him more than he said? No, they didn't really know anything. I don't know why but I just couldn't accept the fact that he could know. I was absolutely sure he couldn't.

Had the brain been functioning, I should have put the obvious facts together: •He has not been himself lately. •Whatever the cause is, I'm involved. •We have not had sex recently. •I don't know when the last time was that we kissed. •I have not heard "I love you" recently. •Just now he called me a whore. •He told me that I knew what was wrong and we had nothing to talk about. •And the final fact: Sunday night was almost an automatic night for sex.

If the brain had been engaged, it would have seen the red flag that was waving. Yet my brain was not willing to interpret the facts as: "HE KNOWS." I just kept overriding my brain by fretting and trying to figure out what it was that was bothering him.

I wanted to talk but he woke the children when he slammed the door and I needed to go to them. As I left, I heard the shower turn on and I knew he probably wasn't going to be out soon. The thought kept coming: He knows. But I KNEW that he couldn't know.

After the children settled down, I went to the kitchen and called Sharon. I told her what had happened. She couldn't think of anything she had seen that would cause his outburst and she helped me calm down. She asked me in all seriousness, if there was any possible way that he could know. Neither of us could imagine what there could have been that would have revealed my affair unless the children had said more than he told me. But no, I had talked with them and they obviously had no knowledge that would suggest an affair. 

We concluded that we would just have to wait until Tuesday. She was shocked that Sam had called me a whore but she reminded me that he was not used to my wearing makeup for sex. She also reminded me that Mark would help get things off to a good start for me on Tuesday. 

During our conversation I was careful not to specifically talk about Mark and our affair and Sharon understood why. I knew Sam couldn't hear me but I just wanted to be safe. However, no matter how I looked at it or what Sharon said, I was beginning to get a horrible sinking feeling that somehow Sam had discovered my infidelity, or at least he was very suspicious about my activities because of missing lunch with the kids. Something was terribly wrong. Sam has never acted like this in our entire marriage.

I finally got myself straightened out enough to go to bed about 2 a.m. During the night I wrestled with my feelings. I knew that I needed to put a stop to things. But I wasn't ready to give up the pleasure I was getting from Mark. Then a thought hit me that put an end to my sleep about four o'clock. My unwillingness to get rid of Mark brought the question: Am I falling in love with Mark?

I fought the horrible battle that perhaps sex with Mark was replacing Sam, that maybe I was falling in love with him. Every time this thought came forward I would affirm that I loved my sex with Mark but that I didn't love him. I didn't want him for a husband or father of my children. What I shared with Sam I would not share with Mark. Oh God, what have I gotten myself in to?

During the entire night I would get so worked up that I would break into tears and made several trips to the bathroom so Sam wouldn't hear.

Sam got up at 5:30 and I lay in bed for just a few minutes after he got up. I went to the kitchen hoping we could have a definitive talk, but he was less than loving towards me as he ate a little breakfast and headed to work. As he left I told him that I hoped he would have a good day and that I was looking forward to having things worked out tomorrow. He mumbled, "Don't," as he went out the door and again without a hug or a kiss. Still, most troubling was the fact that I hadn't heard "I love you" for many days now. Surely things would start getting better tomorrow night.

* * * Sam's perspective * * *

Monday morning as I was preparing to go to work, it was obvious that I had gotten to Gerri. I know she didn't sleep much and I know she went to the bathroom crying several times. I left the house without a kiss and without telling her I loved her.

At work I signed out for vacation for the rest of the week. Before I left I went to Helen, our dispatcher, my boss, and two other co-workers and told them that I had a very serious problem at home. I asked them to tell Gerri, if she were to call for me that I was at the salvage yard (30 miles out of town) taking inventory. If she needed me, to call my cell phone. 

I left work and went home and reviewed the video and telephone tap tapes. There was nothing really new; there was just additional proof of her infidelity. I did confirm from the telephone conversation that Gerri still hadn't a clue that I was on to her. I also did a quick inspection so that the next day I could move swiftly with the things I would have to do. 




How Wonderful Ch. 06



I went into town and picked up the divorce papers and the restraining order. My next stop was at a locksmith shop to arrange to have the locks changed tomorrow while Gerri would be with Mark. Finally I went to a hardware store to pick up a package of heavy duty trash bags and a large water cooler.

If I were a drinking man I probably would have spent the remainder of the afternoon getting drunk. I had never known this level of despair and helplessness in my life. No matter how I tried, I could not bring myself to see any way to repair what Gerri had so knowingly and purposely ripped apart. I thought about counseling, but again, I couldn't find anything as a foundation for rebuilding our marriage. It was now obvious that Gerri had been lying to me quite a bit lately and lies don't provide what's necessary for building or repairing a foundation. Put very succinctly, I could not imagine anything that she could do that would restore my faith in her. I would always be asking myself if she were lying.

I was brought up believing that if one loves another, one does not purposely and knowingly do things that will hurt the other. Gerri, through her infidelity, has made it clear that her love for me, if there is or was any, was unimportant. I think the one thing that hurt the most was that she was having an affair while she was supposedly loving and caring for our children.

What would happen if somehow the children had walked in on them? The most bothersome hurt was that of wondering how I had failed her. What had I failed to provide that sent her to another man for satisfaction? I had no answers for any of the questions that were rattling around in my consciousness.

It was hard going home and knowing that this was the last time I would go home to a wife waiting for me in the kitchen. After dinner I went to my shop and composed my farewell letter to Gerri.

Tuesday morning during breakfast Gerri was discretely trying to ascertain where I would be during the day. I knew she just wanted to be sure that I wouldn't accidentally walk in on them. I told her that I would be at the salvage yard all morning and probably into the afternoon. I assured her that I would be home no later than three.

When I left, I went to the market and bought three bags of ice and dumped them in the cooler. Then I went back and parked down the street and waited for Gerri and the kids to leave. I gave them five minutes to get to Sharon's and then I went home. I took the trash bags I purchased yesterday and dumped, and I mean 'dumped' all of Gerri's clothes, cosmetics, and other personal items into them. Next I packed clothing for the children to last for a week.

While I was busy, the locksmith arrived to change the locks. As he was getting started, my cell phone rang. As I guessed, it was Gerri. She asked if my problem had been resolved yet (her excuse for calling to see where I was). I told her it would be resolved before three this afternoon. About then, the locksmith called to me asking if I wanted them all changed. 

I started to cover the mouthpiece and then decided not. I yelled, "Yes. There should be four of them, two in front and two in back. Please key them all the same." I knew Gerri would have no idea what I was talking about and it gave my location (salvage yard) some added realism.

Gerri was still on the phone and she was gushing over with the fact that my problem would be resolved and how happy it was going to make her. Then she hit me with one that almost made me burst out laughing. She told me that Sharon would keep the kids tonight and that we could go out for dinner and then that I had better be prepared for a very active night.

I wanted to say, "Gerri, if only you knew what I had set up for you today." But I didn't. Instead I said, "Sounds great but don't count on me for much tonight."

I pulled Gerri's car out of the garage and crammed the trash bags into it. I placed her keys in the large manila envelope that contained the divorce and restraining order papers, and placed it on the front seat of my van. The last thing I did before leaving was to fill the cooler containing the ice with water and put it in the back of my van along with the suitcases for me and the kids.

As I got into the van, my cell phone rang again. This time it was Anna informing me that mommy wasn't going to lunch with them today. I thanked her and told her that I knew and that I would see her after a while. I drove to Sharon's house and there I took the envelope and the cooler and quietly entered through the kitchen. I placed the envelope on the kitchen table and proceeded to Mark's bedroom door with the cooler. Moving down the hall I could hear sounds that didn't need any explanation. 

At the bedroom door I took the top off of the cooler and quietly pushed the door all the way open. Gerri was on top of Mark with her back to the door so she couldn't see me. Mark couldn't see me either since Gerri's body was blocking his view of the door. I picked up the cooler and stepped over to the bed. Mark then saw me and made a head gesture to Gerri. Just as she turned her head and saw me I dumped the ice water on them. 

They both screamed and Gerri fell to the floor. I waited until Mark started to get up, and then, holding one handle of the cooler I swung it as hard as I could and hit him in the rib cage. This sent him rolling and sprawling to the floor where he lay moaning. It felt good to know that his moans were not from pleasure. By this time Gerri was on her feet trying to cover herself and exclaiming through tears, "Oh Sam, Oh Sam." 

I stood there a moment savoring in the satisfaction that I had probably put Mark out of commission for a while.

I looked at Gerri, dropped the cooler, and said, "Goodbye you cheating bitch. There's an envelope for you on the kitchen table," and I turned and walked out.

She almost caught up to me as I started out the kitchen door. I don't really know what she was saying. It was a blabber about loving me, and not leaving her, and so sorry, and can't we talk. I walked on to the van leaving her standing in the kitchen door wrapped in a sheet.

I turned and said, "Goodbye you slut and sorry excuse for a wife and mother. Have a good rest of your life." I then drove to the park. 

Sharon about wet her panties when she saw me. I saw her reach for her cell phone and I called out as I went to the kids that she didn't need to call, that Gerri already knew I was here. She seemed to relax probably thinking that I hadn't walked in on anything at the house.

She asked, "Is everything ok?"

I told her it would be as soon as I got the children out of here. The children saw me and came running. I hugged them and told them we were going on a little trip and for them to get in the van.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, I looked at Sharon and told her that Gerri now had her divorce papers and that she (Sharon) may find herself named as an accessory. She started to say something and I just looked at her and said, "Goodbye you worthless slut," and walked off. As I got in the van and started, I saw her gather her two kids and head for her house.

As we drove off, the kids wanted to know where we were going and where mommy was. I told them we were going to see Uncle George, my brother, and Aunt Sally. I had talked to George earlier and made arrangements for the kids to stay with them for a while. I explained to the kids that mommy had done something very bad and that we wouldn't see her much any more. Anna wanted to know if she was bad because she didn't go to lunch with them. I told her, no, it was what mommy was doing bad that made her not go to lunch. I was surprised that she let it go at that. 

(To be continued)   



How Wonderful Ch. 07



* * * Gerri continues * * *

Tuesday dawned bright and sunny and for the first time in weeks, my spirits were high. I was looking forward to my couple of hours with Mark and the resolution to Sam's problem, whatever it was, brightened my outlook. As I thought about what the day would bring, I seriously considered canceling my time with Mark. With Sam's problem taken care of, Sam and I could have a very exciting night. But after thinking about it, I decided that it would probably disappoint Mark and wouldn't be fair to cancel at this late date. 

Damn it, there I have done it again. Consideration for Mark is taking precedence over what should do with Sam. Oh, damn, damn, damn, why can't I break away from Mark? I knew the answer before I asked: sex with Mark was just pure sexual satisfaction. I am like a child left with a cookie jar knowing that if I eat them all I will get sick and then after eating a cookie and finding that it was so good, I'll try just one more. And, after that, just one more, etc, etc, etc.  

During breakfast I carefully inquired of Sam what was happening today and where he would be. At first he was rather unresponsive. Finally, before he left, he told me that he would be at the salvage yard this morning and probably into the afternoon. I was relieved to know that whatever was going to happen today didn't include the possibility of him coming home early. I was let down again when he left without a kiss or an 'I love you.' In addition when I expressed my happiness about his problem being resolved today he mumbled "don't." I wondered: don't what?

At the usual time, the kids and I walked to Sharon's house. I helped Sharon prepare the picnic basket and soon she and the kids were off to the park. As I was helping fix the lunches, it occurred to me again that if whatever was bothering Sam was resolved today, we probably would be ready for some serious love making tonight. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided I would capitalize on it. I would ask Mark to use a condom to prevent any residual sperm accidentally leaking out. Suddenly, the thought of having Mark and Sam both in the same day cheered, I should say fired, me up.

Before Sharon and the children left, I asked her if she could keep the kids tonight. She was happy to. After they left, I went to Sharon's room and prepared myself for Mark. I was really starting to get excited with the anticipation of what the day might bring. But first, I wanted to double check on Sam.

I called the dispatcher and was told he had gone to the salvage yard and to call on his cell phone if I needed him. Things were good. The salvage yard is way out on the other side of town. If he were there now it would take him well over an hour to get home.

Just to be sure, I called him on his cell phone. While we were talking he was interrupted by a fellow worker and Sam gave him instructions to change them all. Now I was getting excited. I told him that the girls were staying with Sharon tonight and suggested that we go out for dinner. Then with growing excitement I told him to be ready for some serious action tonight. His response was not as enthusiastic as I had hoped. He told me not to count on him too much. That explained his 'don't' comment when he left. Whatever he was doing, and probably centered on resolving his problem, would leave him tired. Never-the-less, I was going to see to it that he had a special night tonight; I was getting my Sam back. 

After hanging up I got ready and went to Mark's room. He was lying on the bed, stark naked, and a monstrous erection standing straight up. I crawled on the bed, straddled his face, bent over, and took his manhood in my mouth. As I went down on him I had one of the worst pangs of guilt I had ever felt. But, when his tongue started to explore my pussy the guilt attack quickly disappeared. 

After a few moments, I stopped and told Mark what was happening and that I needed him to wear a condom. He agreed and told me he had gotten more and that they were in the top drawer of the night stand. I got one, ripped open the package and proceeded to roll the condom onto his cock. Once it was on, I straddled him and slowly, and with a wonderful fulfilling sensation, impaled myself on him.

I was on the top of the world and on top of his cock. Spasms of complete sexual satisfaction were running through me again, and then I saw Mark's face change to an expression of surprise, or fear, and his eyes darted to my left side two or three times. I turned to look. 

It was Sam. It couldn't be. I just verified that he was at the salvage yard. He had lied to me. It IS Sam. In the fraction of a second that it took me to process the information in front of me, he dumped a load of ice and ice water on us. The physical shock was terrible and Mark and I both screamed as the ice and water hit us. I jumped, lost my balance and fell to the floor. I raised my head just in time to see Mark struggling to get up as Sam slammed the cooler into him. Mark collapsed, groaning and holding his side. I could only think to scream, "Oh Sam! Oh Sam!"

I grabbed the sheet, which had not been soaked, off the floor and wrapped myself in it as Sam started to the door. He said, "Goodbye" and called me a cheating bitch. I was so shocked and chilled that I really couldn't put anything into proper perspective. After a moment the shock started to fade away and I fully realized that Sam had caught me and that "the fat lady had sung." The game's over.

I ran after him crying I was sorry, that I loved him, please don't leave, and please talk to me. I stopped at the door, not wanting to go out wrapped only in a sheet. When he reached his van, he said goodbye "Goodbye slut. Have a good rest of your life." He also called me a sorry excuse for a wife and mother. 

I collapsed in the doorway where Mark, hurting, came and helped me back inside. He helped me to Sharon's room where I collapsed, wracked in tears and hurt. Mark was hurt too, although his hurt was strictly physical (Sam had fractured three of his ribs).

In a few minutes Sharon came running into the room. She was close to hysterical as she exclaimed that Sam had picked up the kids at the park, called her a worthless slut and driven off. Her words were like a knife in my heart. Sam had left and he had taken the children too. I was too numb to think rationally. I told Sharon that I had to get my car and go after them. Then I realized that I had no idea where to go. I collapsed again screaming: "What have I done? How stupid can I be? What's the matter with me?'

Mark tried to comfort me and I screamed at him to get out of my sight. He and Sharon left the room.

Sharon returned shortly carrying a large manila envelope with my name on it. When I saw it I cried out, "Oh my God, No! No!" I knew what it had to be. I asked Sharon to tell me what was in it, even though I really knew. It was even worse than I imagined. Not only were there divorce papers and a letter from Sam, but there was also a restraining order preventing me from having anything to do with the children until a custody hearing could be held and that would probably be some three to six months away.

From Sam's letter I knew I would not be able to get back in our house. He had left half of our savings and he included a check for $2,800 representing half the equity in the house. He informed me that he had no intention of paying alimony to an unfaithful wife and that I should start looking for a job right away. At least I knew where the children were and that they would be well cared for. 

From the letter I knew that the onset of Sam's change went back to the weekend I took the kids to the movie. He had discovered my birth control pills. Why was I so smug that I kept denying to myself that he had discovered my affair? Sharon invited me to stay with her until I could get things in order. I gratefully accepted her invitation.

As though things weren't bad enough, I cried another round of bitter tears when I went to get my car. Everything I owned was thoughtlessly crammed into plastic bags and then into the car. All of my clothing would have to be pressed before I could wear it again. Loose lids on jars/bottles of cosmetics had allowed fluids and creams to run out over a number of items. I later found my high school year books along with one of my favorite dresses had been totally ruined in the mess. A favorite photo of our family was torn and wrinkled. In general, my personal item took a devastating blow from being crammed into plastic bags. 

At first I was furious at Sam for his calloused thoughtlessness but then I realized if it had been the other way around, I probably would have thrown his stuff into the garbage can. I really couldn't blame him especially when I considered it would never have happened if I had been the faithful wife I should have been.

For the first time in my life I felt that I knew how people who commit suicide feel. I have driven everything that I love out of my life. What is there to live for?

* * * Sam's ending * * *

During work days over the next three months, my brother and sister cared for the children. For the first months, I missed Gerri very much. I even pondered whether I should complete the divorce. After about a month I finally agreed to meet Gerri. I at least owed her a chance to tell her story and explain. Scrapping seven years of our lives deserved some consideration.

We met at one of our favorite restaurant on Tuesday, four weeks after I threw her out. After dinner we talked. Most of it was interjected with Gerri's tears. She told me, and I already knew she had moved in with Sharon. She repeatedly told me how much she loved me and how sorry she was for what she had done. And, of course, she wanted to know about the children. However, with all that she said, she never indicated that she regretted having sex with him. Finally, as we were ready to leave, I looked her in the eye and asked, "Gerri, have you been fucking him since I caught you together?"

She looked shocked and said, "Sam, how could you ask such a question? No! I certainly have not and please don't use that word." 

I looked at her and said, "Gerri, this is your last chance, tell me the truth. Have you fucked Mark since we parted? And what word should I use to describe what you were doing?"

She couldn't look me in the eye, and repeated that she was shocked that I would ask such a question.

I answered angrily, "Gerri, you keep telling me that you want another chance. What do you want, another chance at cheating?"

She crumpled to the table crying when I told her she had sex with him last night. I finished by telling her that I had hoped we might find something to build on but instead she had just shown me that all she had to offer was a proficiency in lying to me. I ended by telling her that a marriage cannot exist when it is built on lies. Without lifting her head she asked me how I knew. I asked her if she would like to come to the house and see the videos.

As she got in her car to leave I told her to tell Sharon that I would be over after work tomorrow to remove the cameras. I allowed the divorce proceedings to continue and found a housekeeper to care for the children.

Two years have passed since the divorce became final. After about a year the pain mostly went away. I can now only deduce that I had just made a mistake in marrying Gerri. I have not yet remarried and don't know if I really want to; but I must consider the kids. A year ago I got a transfer to a facility about 100 miles away. Gerri makes the drive and picks the kids up one weekend a month and they go off together. We are civil towards each other but I always keep her at arms length. At this point I can truthfully say that any love that I had for Gerri has mostly disappeared and I wonder if I can ever love again.

* * * Gerri's ending * * *

The first few weeks were pure hell. But, after many failed attempts to see Sam, he finally agreed to meet me. This was about a month after our split. We met at a restaurant we used to enjoy very much.

The blow to Marks ribs had taken him out of service until a day or two before I was to meet Sam. Even knowing I was going to see Sam the next night, when Mark made it known that he was available again, I slept with him. 

The sex was wonderful, but the love that I had known before was totally missing. At that point I was able to clearly see the difference between sex as an expression of love and just plain old sex. Mark and I enjoyed just plain old sex which was physically very satisfying, but it lacked the completeness of love.

When I met Sam for dinner, try as I might, I couldn't help but break down almost every time I tried to approach our marriage and the divorce. I had a thousand questions about the kids whom I had not seen for a month. It hurt even more when I remembered that the custody hearing was at least six weeks away. After we had eaten, we talked about things in general; like old times. I was beginning to get my hopes up that Sam was willing to give me another chance.

As we were getting ready to leave, Sam burst my balloon by asking if I had fucked Mark since our split. The way he said it made it sound so revolting and I asked him not to use that word. I had to think quickly and decided that if I told him I had, it would undo all the ground I thought I had just gained during supper. I acted offended and answered him that I certainly had not. I dodn't know why I couldn't see that Sam knew I was lying and when he asked me again about Mark saying this is the last chance, I got angry and told him I was shocked that he should ask.

I knew I had blown my last hope when he asked if what I really wanted was another chance at cheating. Then he told me that he had tapes showing that I was lying again. My knees buckled and I collapsed on the table.

Mark was able to get me hired as a cocktail waitress where he worked. I was happy to have the job. However, when the custody hearings were held I found that my job didn't do me any favors. In fact, I believe it hurt and I was granted only one weekend per month with the children. My visitation became more complicated about a year later, when Sam got a transfer and moved, with the children, to a town 112 miles away. 

We have been divorced over two years now. I miss our family life terribly and it hurts worse when I realize that I was stupid to start with and then really stupid when I continued to lie to Sam. I still have sex with Mark from time-to-time but it has lost its luster. It's physically gratifying, but that's all.

I see the kids every month and I usually see Sam when I pick them up. When I see him I get nothing more than a polite greeting and that's all. It hurts so deeply as I detect that Sam's love for me is all but gone. I don't know if I will find another love. Working at the bar I meet lots of men, but most of them are not the kind I need; they sure don't compare to Sam.

Tell me. What was so wonderful about it?

THE END