74 comments/ 89194 views/ 8 favorites One More Project By: cageytee One More Project. Warning: The central male character in this story is cuckolded in this story. If you are among those who read "Loving Wives" stories and get angry and upset to find this is a part of the story, please stop now! It would be best for all if you just record your "0" vote and go on to another story. Explicit descriptions of sexual encounters are minimal in this piece. Ken: I could feel the excitement building inside of me just like it had on that very day we started the business. I had been dreaming of this day for literally years and it was finally happening! Not without sacrifices and not without a lot of long hours and hard work, but it was happening. John Sydenham, President and C.E.O. of Deston Corp. signed the last of several documents piled up in front of him and took from Al Beston, his "right hand man", a check for $ 8,421,622.35 which was ours after all costs and tax withholdings were taken out. He handed me the check and said, I believe with sincerity, "Thanks Ken. You have done a terrific job and I promise you my people will work hard to preserve what you have built." We had just sold the business Ronnie and I had started even before we were married and we are now past our 23rd anniversary. Ronnie is by far the best thing that ever happened to me. We met in college and I was dating Betty Johnston at the time, but we hung out with the same crowd so we saw each other often. Betty was the most sexually uninhibited person I had met up till then. Although I dated and had sexual partners in high school, it was Betty who fucked me in her dorm room right after our first date and Betty who gave me my first blowjob to orgasm, then swallowed the lot, something she loved to do. She was more than a bit of an exhibitionist and loved to wear sexy clothing and go braless and occasionally pantiless. She loved to talk during sex and was, in the final analysis, a major turn on. Me, I guess I was much the same then as now. When I took on a project, either school or business, or a relationship, I put everything I had in to it. I worked hard and gave up a lot but I found out, one evening, that Betty wasn't as dedicated as I. That night after working late at the library, then walking back to my apartment, I saw what I thought was Betty's car parked at the very back of the lot. I went back to check and found Betty, completely naked, flat on her back on the front seat, both legs in the air with some, as yet, unidentified guy with his ass hanging out one door and his face buried in her pussy. Like I said, she is very verbal and I remember her calling out directions. "A little higher. Yessss. Right there! Keep doing that. Yes! Yes! Yesss. I'm cumming." I remember thinking I should have been angry or at least annoyed, but I really felt relieved. I like sex as well as anyone but I like people and interacting with them too. I think Betty was more interested in sex than anything else. That perhaps was proven the next day when I suggested to her that we each go our separate ways and she persisted in wanting to know why. I tried to be nice about it and suggested we might each want to see other people and when she asked me who it was I was breaking off with her for, I told her what I had seen. She apologized and promised it wouldn't happen any more but I broke it off anyway and for a while after that she took to calling me on the phone while she was fucking or being eaten by someone. I suppose it was to make me jealous but I was really amused most of the time, annoyed at the interruption occasionally and once or twice, unbeknownst to her, I remember jacking off while she described in detail what was being done to her. Several days after it became known Betty and I were no longer a couple, Ronnie called me to ask if I was O.K.. I thought that was really nice of her and told her so, as well as assuring her I was fine. She told me if I needed anyone to talk to, just to call. I tried to remember if she was seeing anyone at the time and couldn't, so, giving myself a Saturday night away from projects and studying, I called her and asked her out for pizza and beer. She accepted immediately and we enjoyed a pleasant evening together, but it went no further than that. With Betty it had been easy! Being Betty, she decided on her own to have sex right away. With Ronnie, I wasn't really sure how to proceed and actually didn't "proceed" at all. She called me the following week and asked if I'd like to join her for dinner. Like me, she had an apartment of her own and like me, she did that to be able to avoid the all too many distractions of a college dorm. She made a simple meal of pasta and a homemade sauce with a salad and a bottle of red wine and I really enjoyed it. After dinner I noticed an assignment paper she had done and asked if I might read it. It was excellent and I remember excitedly talking about it with her for the rest of the evening. When we realized the time, it was almost 2:00 AM. We had been talking for almost 6 hours and so I decided to leave and kissed her goodnight for the first time. I called her the next day and asked if she was free to meet me at the library and review a paper I was doing. She said she'd be glad to and, after a three hour session with her that afternoon, I was sure my paper was better than I could ever have done on my own. The following weekend I took her to a football game, dinner and local party. The party was fun although Betty and, not one but two guys were with her and putting on quite a display. Betty was flashing tits and occasionally, a bare pussy. When one or the other of the guys was dancing with her they would lift the back of her skirt and put their hands on her bare ass. It was quite a show! I noticed Ronnie watching me as this transpired and when we left she asked me straight out how I felt about it. Truthfully, I said, "I was more amused than anything else. I guess Betty and I were never really that tight." Then I looked at Ronnie and for reasons I'll never understand, I told her just as truthfully. "I'm a straight, red blooded male who likes sex, but given a choice of sex with Betty or an afternoon with you, even if it's spent working on a paper, enjoying your cooking or whatever, I'd take you in a heartbeat!" Ronnie took my face in her hands and kissed me and said, "Could I interest this red blooded male, who likes sex, in coming back to my place to try some with me?" I think kissing, for Betty, was just a part of having sex and nothing else. Kissing Ronnie, I soon found was, for me, much, much better. Looking back on it all now, I think that Ronnie was just as uninhibited about sex as Betty. Once in the front door she turned and kissed me, her hands dropping down to cup my ass cheeks and pull my groin into hers. My erection was soon obvious to us both. "Ummm." She moaned, "That feels so good!" She dropped to her knees, undid my belt and zipper, pulled my jeans to my knees, yanked down my shorts and took me into her mouth. Betty, I recall, claimed to love sucking cock but I've never felt as good as I did with Ronnie! It felt so good that I was beginning to have difficulty keeping my balance so Ronnie let my cock pop out of her mouth and I waddled to the sofa where I sat and took off my shirt while she pulled my pants, boxers and socks off. This done, she stood and removed her own clothes. It wasn't really a striptease. She just slowly removed her clothing to reveal a magnificent body. I don't think I have ever been as excited as I was then. When she was done, she sank to her knees and resumed the blowjob, ignoring my warnings that I was about to burst and taking all I sent, into her mouth. She kept sucking until I was totally flaccid then took me by the hand to her bed where she lay on her back with her legs spread. I set myself between her legs but supported myself on my hands on each side of her. She was noticeably shocked when I kissed her, having just cum in her mouth, but she relaxed and I knew she was pleased. I then set about eating her pussy as well, or hopefully better, than she ever had, taking my time to lick all around the outside and pushing my tongue as far into her as I could before finally getting to her clit, which I sucked on relentlessly. When Ronnie came, her entire body shuddered and her moans of delight seemed to come from deep within her. I crawled up to lay beside her and took her in my arms and held her tightly. After a few minutes, I felt a hand snake down between us and begin to stroke my newly erect cock and, once I was fully hard again, she pulled me to her and I slid in easily. We fell into a pattern that would have suggested we had been doing it for years and I felt like I was on top of the world. I stayed in her apartment all night and we lost count of the number of times we made love. There was no doubt in my mind and, I thank God, hers neither, . . . we were in love! We became an item immediately. I gave up my apartment and moved into hers and we immediately began building our lives together. In fact, we actually started to build our brokerage business before we graduated and we were married 6 days after receiving our degrees. Years later, here we were selling the business we had built together. After the papers were signed and the check presented, Ronnie kissed me and congratulated me, but in all honesty, I could never have done it without her. She put up with my bad moods, my long absences and my lack of attention to family matters, while I worked to get this done. She followed up on the business details I so often missed and made sure all the right documentation was complete and directed appropriately. She made the confirmation calls I promised to clients and made sure they knew their financial affairs were being properly attended to. In spite of the long hours and stress and strain, in the beginning years at least, I was horny most of the time and no matter how late I arrived home from the office or one of my frequent business trips, I would often wake her, fuck like a mink until I came, then I snuggled up and had her hold me while I fell asleep. I doubt I could have managed the stress without her! She never turned me down. I remember that my first thought, on receiving the check, was making a list of all the things that Ronnie wanted and getting them all for her! Even without the list, I knew what was going to be first. In one of the rare times she accompanied me on a trip, we had recently been at a farm just outside Lexington where I was doing some investment work for the owner. While I was meeting with him, Ronnie was given a tour of the farm and had fallen in love with a horse they had indicated they would be selling. Ronnie and I used to ride before I got too busy and I knew we would be starting again soon, when this deal closed. To surprise her I had asked the owner to keep the horse for me until I was ready. Now I was ready! After a brief celebration, I told Ronnie that there was one more loose end to be tied up and that I would have to be away for just two more days. I was unprepared for her reaction. Once the business was sold and we would be free to do as we pleased, she was expecting me to stay home and to spend the time with her. She was upset that I was going away for two more days but her upset changed to anger as her real fears came to light. She began to claim that this was just the beginning of a whole new project and that there would be two more days and then two more and so on. I, of course, denied it and even considered telling her where I was really going but didn't, deciding that the surprise would be worth it. That next morning when I left, Ronnie was still very visibly upset and angry. I had initially planned to drive there and pick up the horse and drive back but after all these years of minding the nickels and dimes, I decided to splurge and hastily arranged for air transport which turned out to be easier than I had expected. As a result, I would be back with the horse by mid-afternoon the next day and not two days later as I had told Ronnie. That night I called Ronnie but, when she picked up, she immediately told me she was not in the mood. This was more upset and anger than I could remember seeing in her ever before and, for the third or fourth time, I considered telling her about the horse, but decided I had gone this far. A little more wouldn't hurt. Famous last words! Early the next afternoon, upon arrival back in Savannah, I called home on my cell but got no answer. I waited for the horse to be unloaded from the plane then did the 80 minute drive to our ranch. Ronnie was not home. I called our daughter who was living in Atlanta with her fiancé to say hello and to ask if she knew where her mother was. She said she had been talking with her Mom and that she said she was going into town to do some shopping then was going to dinner with an old friend who had just come in to town. I felt some relief that she probably hadn't taken off on me. She was very angry at me being away and, perhaps a bit late, I began to be really concerned. I told Mandy about the horse and she was as excited as me and wished she could be there to see me give it to her Mom. I suggested she and Wayne come for the weekend and I would put the horse in the field barn where her Mom was unlikely to see it. I could give it to her then in front of the kids. I had Sam, our ranch manager and "Jack of all Trades", take the horse to the field barn, then went in to the house to clean up. It was still early evening, so I drove into the city to our office where Peggy, my "girl Friday", was still clearing out the last of the files with her husband Don. Like Ronnie and I, Peggy and Don were ready to retire too and were working to clean up the last of the mess so they could get away on a weekend celebration. After they were done, I called the house on my cell phone to see if Ronnie was back and found the call forwarded to her cell. When I got her answering machine, I hung up, then called Sam, thinking Ronnie might be there and still be angry. Sam said she wasn't there so I ended up going to the Marriott for a drink with Peggy and Don. After a couple of beers, we said goodnight and I headed out of the hotel and, while passing through the lobby, got the shock of my life. A couple got off the elevator just down from me and the woman was Ronnie. She was dressed in one of my favorite outfits, a short black cocktail dress she wears with no bra and, when we were younger, sometimes no panties. Her hair was messed and her dress was rumpled as if put on in a hurry. She and Stan Caven didn't see me as they rushed out the door. The emotional hurt was physically painful. My chest felt like someone had wrapped something around it and was pulling it ever tighter. I felt momentarily faint and just then Peggy and Don caught up with me. The look on their faces made it obvious they had seen what I saw. Still in shock I went back to the bar where Peggy did her best to try to convince me it wasn't what it looked like, but without success. After fruitless attempts to convince me, Peggy who, years ago had made sure I knew she was available (that was long before Don), asked me to promise not to do anything rash. That was going to be hard because Stan Caven had tried this with Ronnie before and as far as I know never got anywhere. Maybe I was wrong! After being assured that I was O.K. and not too drunk to drive and that I would not do anything rash, Peggy and Don let me leave for home. My mind was a jumble of emotions. I couldn't stop the tears. I ranged from storming into the house and throwing Ronnie out, to apologizing for all the years of neglect and begging on my knees for her to stay and not leave me. In the final analysis I knew I couldn't live with someone who would carry on an affair. Depending on what this relationship with Stan Cavan was, my marriage may be over now! Ronnie's car was in the drive when I got there. If it was an affair it wasn't much of one. It was still only 9:00PM. I have relied on Peggy's advice before and decided to do it again and I made up my mind to say nothing for the time being but I knew I would be giving her a chance to tell me what was going on. If she didn't, our marriage would end. "What are you doing here?" were her first words, obviously startled when I walked in to our bedroom. She was shocked and had, what I knew to be guilt, written all over her face. I did my best to smile and said, "I know it hasn't looked like it for a while, but I live here." She had undressed and was wearing an old cotton nightgown and was obviously getting ready for bed. She said, "I'm sorry I said it like that. I'm glad you're home but I'm still pissed that you're into something again so soon. I'm tired and I have a bit of a headache. I'll see you in the morning." I wanted to ask if she fucked Stan while she had a headache but managed to keep control. Instead I said, "I'm going downstairs for a nightcap. By the way, I was talking with Mandy earlier. She and Wayne are going to come down for the weekend." Her eyes showed brief panic but she brought it quickly under control and asked, "When did you talk to Mandy?" I realized she had told Mandy she was dining with an old friend who happened to be in town and I guess she was hoping Mandy hadn't mentioned it. "Earlier today." I answered, not adding anything else. Over two glasses of brandy I managed to get some control. If she was going to leave me, she either would have done it by now or it would be doing it soon. I had neglected her a great deal thinking that closing this deal was the most important thing and missing what really was most important. I probably had this coming. I would grin and bear it and say nothing and, if things were that serious between them, we would go our separate ways. I would be seriously hurt but I would survive. Hell, I was seriously hurting now! If she trusted me enough to tell me she had made a bad decision, if that's what it was, I would try to work it out with her. If she didn't tell me by the end of the weekend, I'm afraid it would mean I would have to ask her to leave the ranch. Conversation over breakfast was strained. I assume Ronnie was counting on me thinking she was still pissed at me for going away so soon after we closed the deal. After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes I went out to see Sam and make further arrangements for the horse. I had decided that Ronnie would have to make up her own mind about staying or going, but I needed her to know I wanted her to stay and try to rebuild a relationship, so I said, "I'm sorry about going away Babe. I really am and I would not have done it if it wasn't important." For a moment she looked like she was going to cry but she stifled it, smiled and said, "I'm still annoyed but I'll get over it. I have to go into town later, do you need anything?" "I need my wife to stay with me and not go to town to fuck Stan." was what I was thinking, but I said "No. Thanks." and I left knowing that, if that was where she was going, it would be all over today. I decided that as soon as I finished with Sam I would drive into town myself and check at the Marriott where Stan seemed to be staying. Sam was telling me about changes to the stable that he was planning in order to accommodate the new horse, but I couldn't concentrate. We were in the barn when the phone rang. Sam was just walking out the door and thinking that Ronnie had gone into town, I picked up the phone just as Ronnie did. "Hello." I heard her say. "Hi Ronnie. I thought I would call before your husband gets home. I'm hoping you've changed your mind." the caller, Stan Caven, said. One More Project "Well Stan, for your information, my husband IS home and NO Stan, I HAVE NOT CHANGED MY MIND! Do not call me anymore. I told you last night, that was wrong and I want no more of that with you." "Come on Ronnie. That was my first time with you. I can do better than that. We've been flirting for years now. I'm sorry I was a little quick on the trigger but I'll do much better next time." He pleaded. "No one will ever know. I can keep a secret and so can you. What Ken doesn't know will never hurt him." "Stan, there is NOT going to be a next time! It has nothing to do with how well you did or didn't do! The flirting with you all this time was fun, and that is how it should have stayed. I am ashamed of what I did. I love Ken and I'm petrified that my foolish behavior will hurt him badly. I was angry and hurt and more than a little drunk and I did a very stupid thing. I'm NEVER going to do that again. I hope that when we are together with others around us, you will be discreet, otherwise I'll confess to Ken and hope to hell he'll forgive me, but I won't be responsible for what he does to you." "O.K., O.K.. I get the message but when Ken is away night after night like before and you're lonely, you may regret this." "Stan, I already regret what we did. I'm ashamed of what we did and I will not do it again. I have to go. Please respect my wishes. Don't tell anyone and don't call me anymore." I moved my face and the receiver close to the wall hook and as fast as I heard the click from Ronnie's phone, I hung up. There was still hurt and disappointment in me, but I was happier than I had been since this began. What I needed now was for Ronnie to trust me enough to tell me. I went back up to the house just as she drove out of the lane. For the next few hours I puttered around the house collecting old files and notes that had been left over these recent, very hectic months and disposed of them. While I was doing this, the phone rang. It was Peggy. "How are you doing Ken? Is everything O.K.?" "Yes, I'm fine. Please let's keep this quiet. It looks like Ronnie had ended it last night before I even found out about it. I'm hurting more than a little over what she did but I'm going to hang in to see if she trusts me enough to come clean. If not, I don't think I can go on in this marriage with her, but that remains to be seen. By the way, where are you? I thought you guys were going away." "We decided to stay in case you needed some support." I had to fight back the tears. "Thanks Peg but I'm O.K. and it may be a bit rough for a while but things look like they may be alright if Ronnie trusts me as much as I need her to. Say, if you guys are around, how about coming out on the weekend? Mandy and Wayne are coming down and I'm still going to give Ronnie the horse. A crowd will help prevent things from getting too weird." Veronica: I don't know if it was what Peggy said, as probably no more than a casual comment, that started me on that downward spiral, or, whether it has been in the back of my mind since the beginning. The beginning was Ken! I fell in love with him even before we had formally met. We hung out with the same crowd and I hoped and dreamed about getting a chance to date him while he went through a series of women until, once, when it became common knowledge that he and his most recent had broken up, I worked up the courage to call him and offer a shoulder to cry on if he needed it. He asked me out just after that and it became a serious relationship. I'm sure I knew he was the sort of guy who set goals then worked hard to achieve them, but it took me a while to get used to someone who, if circumstances needed it, would work around the clock two or three days in a row, a guy who would work to a point of exhaustion, to where he was so exhausted he couldn't fall sleep. Seems odd but it was true. Fortunately (for us both) we discovered what it took to get him past that point. SEX! I love him and I know he loves me and there were times when what we did would be called "making love" but what it sometimes took was down and out fucking and sucking. It didn't seem to matter too much who did what to whom, if it was frantic and exciting and got him off, it got him to sleep, finally. Truth told . . . . I loved it and I love him. Most often he would come home late from work or from a business trip and he would wake me, sometimes with gentle kisses, some times with soft caresses, and most often with his mouth on my pussy where he would patiently work his way all around before getting to the finale. I often came more than once while he would do this, then, once sated from that, I either blew him or rode him to orgasm before we would drift off to sleep. This sort of activity has declined significantly in recent years but we kept up a pretty hectic pace for more than 20 years before it slowed. Right up until this last project, we were still averaging 8 - 10 times a month. This LAST project! A while back Ken had announced that Deston Corp had indicated an interest in buying us out. (He always said "Us" but the Company was always Ken with me doing what I could to help out here and there.) We had been there before and nothing came of it and I initially thought, "here we go again", but after about 3 months of intense negotiating it was beginning to look like he was actually going to do it this time. I started to allow myself to dream that he might actually retire and we might take some time to enjoy all the things we had, not the least of which is our daughter Mandy who is far more like her father than like me. As I began. . . . Peggy's comment! Peggy is Ken's "girl Friday". I've come to like, even love, her and her husband Don, but it wasn't always that way. When Ken first hired her she seemed the answer to save the day. She's smart, confident and willing to work her ass off! She became an integral part of the growth of the Company in a very short time and was soon almost "indispensable" and I was shocked to hear Ken say one day that he may have to let her go. I was equally shocked when he told me why? Peggy had made it clear that he was welcome to share her bed or she would come to his, no strings attached, while they were on the road, something they often were. He made it clear he was not interested and told me about it right away and we agreed that she would be gone if she didn't back off. She never did push it. She simply made the offer, his to accept or turn down, and I was confident he would turn it down, but it took me a long time to get comfortable with her after that. I finally did when she met Don, who is now her husband, and that brings me to her comment. We were having a drink after dinner one night while Don and Ken had gone out to the barn, when Peggy said, "I can't imagine Ken not having another project of some kind! I'm not going to be surprised if he has something else in the works." I think that's what started it and somehow I bought into it. The two of us, Ken and I, were to be his next and final project but somehow Peggy wondered if that would be enough to keep him occupied and although that's what I wanted more than anything in the world, I began to worry if it would "be enough to keep him occupied" as well! As we got nearer the date set for the closing, I looked everywhere for signs of the next deal, the next project and frankly saw none. Had I been able to see it any sooner, I would have been prepared, but what hurt and angered me was that he didn't even break it to me until we were at the signing ceremony and he couldn't even wait a day or two. He said he had to go right then! He should have shared with me what he was going to do long before that, even knowing it would piss me off. To have him keep it from me like this upset me more than I could describe. Much more than I could rightly handle! All he would say was that he had to leave the next day and claimed he would be gone two days. I was hurt and angry and I let him know it and no sooner had he left than fate dealt me cards that I played all wrong. Stan Caven called for Ken and on hearing he was away for two days, he asked me to have dinner with him. Stan Caven and I have flirted with each other for years. Actually, I flirted with Stan. He worked like hell to get into my pants, but it was fun and, given Ken's fixation on closing this deal, there had been little or no attention from that direction for quite some time. It was at least a little "ego boosting" to have Stan work so hard to try to get me into a bed. Using the excuse that a little attention and flattery was deserved after being let down by my husband, I agreed to have dinner with him the day after Ken left. Given that he was buying dinner but wasn't, I was sure, going to get into my panties, I thought I'd treat him to a sexy date and dressed in my favorite cocktail dress with bikini panties and no bra. I even wore spike heels. I was just heading into town when our daughter called to wish her dad a happy retirement and was surprised he had gone off on another deal. She claimed she was sure he was planning to pack it in and work on enjoying all we had accumulated. She always took his side anyway and, given the mildly irrational state I was in, I found I was annoyed with her too and I abruptly told her I had to go have dinner with a friend who had just come in to town. I didn't mention who it was. Mandy knows Stan all too well. Stan is a nice looking man and he certainly goes way out to make a woman feel special. He bought me flowers and he had preordered a very special dinner. We began with cocktails and that's where I made my third mistake (Going in the first place and wearing that dress being the first two). I gulped down my first martini which smoothed the slide downward from there. We danced after dinner. I haven't danced for a very long time and it felt good. After that we went to Stan's room for a nightcap and I was steeling myself to let poor old Stan down one more time when my mobile rang with a forwarded call from the ranch. That son-of-a-bitch of a husband called me from his cell and not his hotel. He's trying to hide where he is and what ever in hell that new project was! That pissed me off and again, being angry and more than a little irrational, I neglected to put the brakes on with Stan. I had two more martinis and part way through the second one, Stan and I were on his bed. Although I was very uncomfortable as I had already let it go too far, given my impaired decision making, it seemed the best plan was to just try and get it over with. Stan didn't even take my dress off. He undid it at the back and pulled it down far enough to suck on my tits, then pulled my panties off and pulled his pants partly down. While he fumbled with the condom I almost ended it there and then, but he finally got it on and when he pushed in to me, he lasted about three strokes before he came. It was the best thing I could have hoped for given that I was fool enough to let it get that far in the first place. Given that I had virtually no lubrication, even the few strokes he got in were uncomfortable. I did what I could to reassure him (Isn't that what we women do for our men? . . . Yes, but he wasn't and never would be "my man!") I had screwed up royally and, although I didn't want to blame it all on Stan and for him to feel too badly, I needed to tell him there was never going to be an encore! I tried the "Sorry Stan. This is wrong. I love my husband. I made a very bad error in judgment. I was angry, I was drunk and I let it carry me too far. Stan, of course, was convinced that his over excitement about finally bedding me and cumming too soon was the problem and he would manage much better next time. "Stan! What part of, 'THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A NEXT TIME!' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?" When I finally came at least a little to my senses and realized Stan was convinced I'd be staying the night and that this was the start of an on-going affair, I decided the only way to handle it, given I had let it go too far already, was to leave then and there, in spite of the fact that I shouldn't have been driving even then. I pulled my dress up, put my panties in my purse and left. Stan dressed in a panic and caught up to me while I was waiting for the elevator and we rode down together, him apologizing for cumming too quickly and promising he could do better and me telling him I was wrong to have done it in the first place and it was something I was NOT going to repeat. The only thing that finally got his attention was when I threatened to tell Ken, hoping he would forgive me, but pointing out he was much bigger and tougher than Stan and that Stan's health might be in serious jeopardy if I did. When the elevator reached the bottom floor, rather than continue to argue in a public place, I let Stan walk me to my car then drove directly home. I realized that I was still somewhat drunk, so I was very careful to drive just at or very slightly above the limit. I didn't want to get nailed on a DUI. I got home, stripped and headed for the shower where I tried to wash away the guilt and I got the shock of my life when I came out of the shower to find Ken coming in the bedroom door. I don't remember exactly what I said but I bet I looked pretty guilty. Fortunately he seem a little cowed and I remembered that as far as he was concerned, I was still angry about him taking on a new project and leaving it until the last moment to say he had to be away to work on it. Hell, I still had no idea what or where the project was! I covered my guilt and fear with an attempt to continue to be angry but, as the night wore on and Ken didn't come to bed, I was afraid I might have over done the anger bit. I really wanted him to come to bed and hold me and finally, more out of exhaustion than anything else, I fell asleep. When I woke, there was evidence he had been in the bed, but again, as he had so many times before, he had got up and was gone. When I went downstairs, he was still there. We made breakfast and I could feel the tension in the air and I was looking for some way to let him know I wasn't angry any more but not hurt him with what I had foolishly done. I had to go into town to pick up some stuff I had bought and asked him if he wanted anything and then, God bless him, he gave me an opening. He said he was sorry for going away but that it was important. I told him I was annoyed but I would get over it. I thought things would be O.K. and I would not have to devastate him by telling him what a stupid, hurtful thing I had done. Then Stan called, hoping I had changed my mind. Fortunately Ken was out with Sam our ranch foreman. I believe I was very clear with Stan. I did something I had no intention of doing again etc., etc., etc.. I tried telling Stan all of it but I finally had to resort again to threatening to tell Ken before Stan would let it go. Although I tried to be friendly and act as though my anger had passed later that day, Ken was still acting as though we were still at odds and I couldn't see how to get around it. He was very late coming to bed again that night but I was unsure how to deal with it so I pretended to be asleep. As I lay there trying to figure out how to close this gap between us, I thought back to all the other times we had had our differences and all I could remember was that Ken apologized whenever we had been like this in the past. Well, he apologized already! Why weren't things O.K.? Because, in the final analysis, it wasn't Ken who screwed up, it was me! I had made this wonderful man a cuckold and worse, with a cowardly, underhanded, self centered wimp like Stan Caven and I have no idea how to make things right. Can they be made right? I could confess. Ken is and always has been a wonderful man. He would be hurt and he would be angry but I believe he loves me and I do know I love him and we would get past it! Wouldn't we? Does he deserve to be hurt like this? Probably not, but he did go away on another project of some kind only one day after supposedly retiring and without telling me anything about it. Not what or even where it was. No, he deserves to have a faithful wife who can get past the minor hurts in a marriage and who looks at the big picture and realizes that he is a kind and loving man who has been a good provider and although he hasn't done all the things I might have wanted just when I wanted, his track record may well be significantly above average, if the comments my women friends make about their husbands are even half true. What have I done? Late the following afternoon our daughter and her fiancé arrived and that is always a treat. Like her father, I adore her and both Ken and I are agreed that given the opportunity to try, we aren't likely to find a better man for her than Wayne. I was tense as I was concerned that Mandy may mention that I had had dinner with a friend that night and I would be asked who it was, but it didn't come out and after a while I started to relax. That night, Peggy and Don arrived and the house took on a sort of festive air and I relaxed even more. We had dinner from the barbeque and Sam outdid himself providing the best burgers and the most succulent ribs we had eaten in quite some time, washed down with Ken's favorite imported Canadian beer. I was beginning to think all would be O.K. At some point we all agreed to go riding in the morning and so later that night, Ken, Wayne, Don and Sam went out to our neighbors to borrow some horses so we could all go out together. We girls used the time to catch up and, in spite of all the issues there had ever been between us, I found Peggy to be especially warm and caring. I guess retirement can do that to some of us! While we were talking, the boys came back and, after a while, I realized that our guests were tired and ready for bed so I excused myself and said I was going to see if my husband was tired or had any other ideas. "Mom, you are naughty!" my daughter said, laughing. There was something about the way that Peggy said, "THAT is an excellent idea!" that I didn't really think much of until later. When I got back to our room with all kinds of "naughty" thoughts in my mind, Ken was nowhere to be seen. In fact for the third night in a row, even though I was anxious to hold him and had dressed in my most provocative nightgown, I fell asleep before he got to bed and again, he was gone when I woke in the morning. He couldn't have been there more than an hour or two, three at the most. Whatever this project was, he was right into it. I need to find some way to let him know it's O.K. to work at it during the day so he can come to our bed and let me hold him at night. Catrina was in the kitchen the next morning. She's a local woman whom Sam has been keeping company with and who is beginning to feel comfortable joining us at the ranch periodically. They had laid out a magnificent spread for our breakfast and although I was very concerned about Ken, and about Ken and I, it wasn't long before I got caught up in that kind of festive atmosphere that had arisen again. It was mid-morning before we finally finished and we dressed to ride. Ken seemed out of sorts and almost on edge and I knew I had to tell him to go ahead with whatever the project was and get some rest at night. He looked haggard and troubled, all because I was selfish enough to be angry that he did what comes naturally. Be busy! I remember heading out to the corral and I remember thinking everyone else was acting a little foolish. I noticed that one of the horses had a huge red ribbon tied in a bow on the saddle. A closer look at the horse started a chain of emotions that, in the end, had me in physical pain from the guilt I was carrying. I managed to thank Ken and, for the first time in all too long, hug and kiss him, but he quickly broke off the kiss and hug as it appeared like everyone wanted to kiss me as well. One More Project We finally mounted and began our ride but it was the hardest thing I have ever done. I finally put 2 and 2 together. I got 3! Not the whole answer, but closer! The "project" was getting me this horse as a "retirement" gift. It was the "really important thing" Ken had to do, the thing I went out and fucked another man over! At one point during the ride, it occurred to me that, even if Ken decided to leave me, I couldn't feel any worse than this. I have to confess! However, that would make Ken feel terrible too. Would I be confessing just to clear my own conscience, only to be hurting Ken in the process? Actually, no! Confessing was NOT going to clear my conscience over this. Not by a long shot! The ride was a blur of emotion for me and I hoped they all thought it was just excitement over this magnificent gift. When we got back to the ranch I dismounted and ran over to Ken. I hugged him and kissed him then whispered in his ear, "Thank you. I love the horse. I wish I knew how to tell you how very, very much I love you!" I knew then that I had to trust in his love for me. I had to tell him! I would, as soon as our guests left. Looking him straight in the eyes and with tears in mine, I added, "I don't deserve this Ken. As soon as our guests have gone, I need a chance to tell you why I don't deserve this!" For a moment I thought he was going to cry but then he hugged me back and I could feel the old excitement coming on, but all too soon he broke the hug and began helping Sam with the horses while we headed back to the house. While Sam and Catrina made a light lunch, we headed for the hot tub and were out, dry and part way through lunch by the time Ken got back. How odd! Here I am wishing he DID have a new project he was working on. He must still think I'm angry OR he's pissed because I was so angry. Shit! What will happen when he finds out how angry I actually was? As the day wore on I found myself more and more thankful for Peggy who continued to be warm and caring and seemed to know the right thing to say. It was nice having Mandy home, if only for a while, and as I've already told you, Wayne is one of our favorite people. Saturday night we all sat outside as the evening was warm and clear and the heat of the day had driven away most of the insects. Although my guilt crept up on me periodically, it was a nice night. This time I went and took Ken's arm and asked if he were coming to bed. He said he had promised Sam he would look in on the horses as he and Catrina had headed in to town. I don't know whose horses he was looking in on but it was after 2:30 before he finally crept in to our bed. I woke at about 7:15 and of course Ken was already up. We had decided on a mid morning brunch before our guests left so I went down for coffee and took it out on to the porch. Not long after I got there, I saw Mandy and Wayne coming back from a walk. Wayne went in for coffee while Mandy and I sat on the porch. My heart stopped beating when Mandy said, "Did Dad ever find you and your friend Wednesday night? He called to see if I knew where you were." "No. I was home by the time he got there." I answered all too quickly. A look of confusion crossed her face. "I thought he was home before 2:00 in the afternoon. He called me shortly after that." Just then Wayne came back with coffee and Peggy and Don came out and, fortunately, the conversation ended there. Not long after that, Ken came up from the barn and we decided that the non-drivers would have some champagne and orange juice with breakfast and soon we were back to the more festive atmosphere. After brunch we helped Mandy and Wayne and Peggy and Don pack their cars. Mandy and Wayne kissed and hugged me goodbye, Wayne shook hands with Ken, then hugged him. Mandy then had her Dad all to herself and the two of them hugged for the longest time, then kissed and off they went. Once their car was out of sight, Don kissed and hugged me, then Peggy, to whom I felt closer than ever before without really knowing why, hugged me tighter than ever before. I watched as Ken and Don shook hands then Peggy hugged Ken. After a very long hug she took his face in her hands and kissed him so gently. There was something about the way she did it that finally let me see what was going on! As they got in their car and drove out the lane, I put my arm around my husband as I realized that 2 and 2 make 4. I just figured out the whole answer! "How long have you known?" I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks as we waved goodbye. "Peggy, Don and I went to the Marriott for a drink Wednesday night. I was in the lobby when you and Stan got off the elevator." I couldn't stop the tears as they flowed freely down my face. "Ken I'm sorry. I was so stupid and I've wished from the moment I did it that I hadn't. Please forgive me and give me a chance to make this up to you." "I can't even begin to tell you how upset I am Ronnie. I love you! I do, but I'm hurting and I'm not sure how to deal with it right now. "Are we going to be O.K.?" "Ronnie, like I said, I'm somewhere between hurt and angry, but I've loved you too much and for too long to piss it away over this without at least trying to get past it. What I needed, I got. I needed you to trust me enough to tell me and I believe you were about to. If you understand that I won't get past something like this again, then give me some time to try to deal with it!" "I do understand! I do! I'm so sorry. I messed up but I want to tell you that I know now it was a stupid thing for me to do, but, I can't fault anyone else. It was MY stupid mistake. I can't even say "it was just sex" because it wasn't even that. I was angry and frightened that you had gone out and committed to another project without any notice to me and without even letting me know what or where it was. I thought that it was because you felt being retired with me wasn't enough to keep your interest and in my anger and self pity, I let Stan Cavan get much farther than I ever intended. I know you don't trust me right now and I don't blame you, but I'm telling you truthfully that I broke it off with Stan there in the hotel room that night and I repeated my position to him when he called the next day while you and Sam were out in the barn. I told him I was wrong and that it wasn't going to happen again, long before I knew that you were aware of what I had done. Give me half a chance and I'll spend the rest of our lives making up for the hurt and embarrassment I have caused you. I love you and I know you love me even though I don't deserve it, but I swear, I will deserve it again someday!" I waited for a response for a while then Ken looked me in the eyes and for the first time I noticed and recognized the hurt I saw there as he said, "I'm hurting and I suppose I'm pissed too but I want to get past it so I will, . . . or I'll die trying." "Let me know when you're not too pissed to let me start making it up to you." I said with as much lust as there was love, in my heart. In spite of my shame over what I had done to such a wonderful husband, I found myself becoming excited about some of the possibilities in store for us as I tried to make amends. My heart soared as an old familiar glint shone in Ken's eyes that was also somewhere between lust and love and he said, "It has been hard to avoid you these past few nights but I needed to know where you were over Stan. I just may let you start making it up to me now that I know." I reached down to rub his hardening cock through his jeans and said, in the most sultry voice I could manage, "There's no time like the present." I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees freeing his now steel hard cock and took him into my mouth. I put my heart and soul into giving him the best blow job ever. I licked him all over including his balls taking each one gently into my mouth until I could feel him begin to tense then I went full bore, sucking his cock as fast as I could and running my tongue across the bottom. He moaned and pushed me gently to let me know he was about to cum. I didn't let up. I looked up at him and was soon rewarded with the look of ecstasy on his face and as big a load as he's had in quite some time. When that was done I cleaned him up, still with my mouth and tongue, then stood and hugged him. Epilogue: Ken: It wasn't very difficult at all for me to get past Ronnie having fucked Stan Caven that night. It was wrong and it hurt me at the time, but during the very rare times when it comes to mind, I think back to the countless times that Ronnie has gone "above and beyond" with her brains, her imagination, her body and most of all, with her love, to care for and support me. It doesn't hurt to know, firsthand, that she had broke it off with him entirely on her own before she knew that I was aware of what she had done and, most of all, that she trusted me enough that she was ready and willing to tell me about it, only to discover that I already knew. I was concerned that in her quest to "make up for the embarrassment and hurt" she had caused me that it would cause an imbalance in our relationship. I want and need a strong wife who would challenge me when I'm out of line and I didn't want her to be submitting to whatever she felt I would want, regardless. I needn't have worried. Less that 3 weeks after that weekend at the ranch, I had promised Mandy I would pick up some items from our tack supplier. I got fooling around with Sam while we were renovating the barn for Ronnie's horse and forgot all about it. Ronnie was mad as hell and made sure I knew it. She cussed me up and down and pushed me to get my ass into town to see if I could still get what Mandy wanted. I was terrified and relaxed only when I managed to find what our daughter needed. I've loved Ronnie long enough to know when she is upset and embarrassed and there is no doubt in my mind she still is over what she did that night. Me, I still chuckle when I remember that he had so little control and that he came so fast. Much later when we were able to talk and even laugh about it, we decided that 3 strokes would only qualify as a "full fuck" for a weasel like Stan. We do much, much better, especially since Ronnie set out to "try to make up for some of the hurt she caused me." In spite of having had an active and abundant sex life in our marriage up till then, Ronnie since, has thrilled and even shocked me at the number of different ways she can turn me on and then bring me off to a glorious climax. Most of those events would be Literotica stories in themselves. I've heard the expression, "Once a cheater, always a cheater!" but I don't believe it. Do I think she will never, ever stray again? I don't think she will, but there is always the risk she might I suppose. I just know that both before, and particularly after that night, she has been well worth the risk and, what the heck, even if all hell breaks loose some day, and she does screw up again, I'll be hurt but I will definitely survive! Veronica: Even now, several years later, as I sit with our grandson, Kenneth Roger Branson (named after both his grandfathers) in my lap, I am momentarily embarrassed, even ashamed of what I did that night. I thank God every day that Ken is the wonderful forgiving man he is and that he had the courage to give me another chance. I marvel at his strength of character. He and I have even laughed at the notion that 3 strokes is probably a full fuck for Stan, but it is only my love for and my dedication to Ken, that will let me laugh at something that I am so ashamed of. I have used my imagination and even read stories from a website called Literotica, to search for ways to show Ken my love and appreciation for sticking with me and letting me try to make it up to him. To tell you the truth, I have loved every moment of it and I'm looking forward to continuing it far into our future together. Actually, my husband, our daughter and our son have just finished packing their car and putting our granddaughter into her car seat for the trip back to Atlanta where they live and, after a wonderful week of being grandparents, I'm ready to hand over our grandson (that's what's so "grand" about being a grandparent, you get to hand them back when you're done) to his mom and dad and get back to the wonderful task of seducing my husband again as soon as they're gone!