49 comments/ 75887 views/ 5 favorites Reality Check By: DG Hear I wrote this story as a promise to a friend. I want to thank 'LadyCibelle and 'Techsan' for editing this story. Their input and editing make it a much better read. Chapter 1: A Wife's Opinion For the writers out there, women read these stories also. When it comes to cheating, men cheat more on their spouses and girlfriends than do women. You would never know it when reading about the cheating that goes on in these stories. Also most women (not all, there are exceptions) are not sluts, whores, cunts, and cheating wives. We may have our own fantasies but we do not want to fuck our uncles, fathers, brothers, or sons. We aren't out there trying to find a interracial person with a twelve-inch cock and too damn thick to fit in our vaginas, nor are we looking for a man with a nine-inch tongue who breaths through his ears. We are not all lesbians or bi women looking for strange pussies to lick including our mothers, sister, aunts and grandmothers. We are on the other hand mothers, wives, sisters, daughters and nieces of men whom we respect and hope they respect us. Cheating is wrong no matter what sex you are. I may come over as very bitter but I don't mean to be. I am just trying to tell you how it is. I am a forty-four year old mother of three beautiful kids whom I love and respect. I was married for a number of years until my husband turned into one of the cheating husbands. Here is my story: My name is Marsha and my ex-husband's name is Roger. We were sweethearts in high school. We were both fairly good students and after graduation we both went to college. We played around and touched each other but never had sex - by the way, eating a pussy or sucking a cock is having sex no matter what your ex-president says. Roger was two years older than I was so he had two years of college under his belt before I even attended. We wanted to make love so we decided to get married even though we were both still in college. In my second year of college after we got married, I got pregnant with my first child. We were living with my parents at the time. After I had the baby I put my career on hold. I couldn't handle a baby, college and a part time cashier's job. It was just too much. Roger painted houses during the summers to help bring in some money. We pretty much lived off my parents and saved our money for a down payment on our own home. When I went to work, mom took care of the baby for me. Roger was in his last year and then he would find a job and we could get our own place. Until then I was the bread winner of the family (with my parents help). When Roger graduated, I was pregnant with our second child so it didn't look like I would be going back to college. Roger found a good job where he was the supervisor at the local manufacturing plant. We were finally on our way. We purchased our home and set up housekeeping. Life was good and we now had a daughter and a son. My mom would still come over for a few hours to watch the kids while I worked. We needed the added income. About a year later I became pregnant with number three. For those who wondered why, we didn't use birth control because we wanted a large family. Roger and I both came from no siblings households. We figured we wanted either three or four kids. Roger was promoted to a middle manager position which really helped out financially. I gained weight during my third pregnancy and didn't feel very good about myself. I found that Roger didn't come home as early and seemed to have an awful lot of evening meetings. He called one afternoon and said that he had an evening dinner meeting with some people from the second shift so he would be home late. He wouldn't get home till probably ten or eleven o'clock. I asked him where this meeting was taking place and he said at the Ramada Inn. I told him to be careful and I would see him in the morning. I was around seven months pregnant and probably looked like a beached whale. I hadn't been out anywhere for months other than to work. I called my mom and told her I wanted to surprise Roger for dinner and asked if she would watch the little ones for me. She said of course so I went and put on a dress that looked like a tent on me and dropped my little ones off at mom's house. I told her we would be home late so I would just come and get them the next day. As I waddled into the Ramada Inn I was trying to locate Roger and his group. I looked and looked but couldn't find them. I saw a couple in a booth. From behind, it looked like Roger. The couple was sitting on the same side in the booth. It sure didn't look like a business meeting to me. I walked away from them and a waiter asked if he could help me. I told him I was waiting for someone but would love to sit down at a table for two. Seeing my condition he guided me over to a table with a perfect view of Roger and his so-called associate. I asked for an iced tea and the waiter went to get it for me. All this time I watched Roger and the woman. She looked to be around nineteen, maybe a year or two older. I wasn't great in guessing ages. She had on a low cut white blouse that showed ample boobs and a mini skirt that showed what she had for breakfast. Her tiny little white panties were almost transparent. I think that was because she was wet from Roger's fingers being where they didn't belong. He had his hand on her mound rubbing her pussy and I could see his fingers had found the leg opening of her panties and were into her pussy. My God, my husband, the father of my two babies and one on the way was finger-fucking this girl. I saw Roger get up and head toward the restroom. I guess he got excited and had to take a piss. Why do they call it taking a piss? Shouldn't it be called leaving a piss? Isn't that what you are actually doing. The waiter came back to my table and I said my husband looked like a no show and I paid him for the iced tea and gave him a generous tip. I got up and waddled over to the young so-called lady. I asked her who the man was that she was with because I thought I knew him. She smiled at me and said, "Roger Marcum. He is my boyfriend that I've been seeing for a few months. Is he the man you thought he was?" she asked me. "Yes," I replied, "But not the man I thought he was. We've been married going on five years." She dropped her drink as Roger approached the table. When he saw me he said, "Marsha, what are you doing here?" I replied, "That's a question I should be asking you. Where's the rest of your group?" "I can explain, Marsha, just give me a moment." "I've given you five years, Roger, that's enough." The girl, Sally, looked at Roger and said, "You never told me you were married and have a family. My God, she looks like she's ready to have a baby right now." She looked at me and apologized. She told me she had no idea he was married and said she never wanted to see him again. I told him I didn't want to see him again either as I headed for the door. Sally got up, slapped him and began to walk out also. She apologized to me again as she walked me to my car. She actually turned out to be a nice lady. She mentioned that Roger didn't wear a ring so she didn't know. I explained that the factory were he worked didn't like men to wear jewelry when around machinery so we never bought him a wedding ring. I did show her mine. Roger had to stay back and wait for the waiter and pay the bill. I went home and Roger pulled up about ten minutes later. He told me how sorry he was, that the girl didn't mean anything to him, and how much he loved me along with the rest of the bullshit you hear. I told him I couldn't kick him out of his own house. I wasn't allowing him in my bed and he could sleep on the couch or on our daughter's little bed since she wasn't there. I told him I wouldn't put up with a cheating husband and if he didn't leave the next day I would. I would take the kids and move back to my parents' house. He called off work the next day and packed a couple of suitcases and left. He was going to a friend's house until he could decide what to do. He called almost every day and came to see the kids about every third day. Whenever he came over, I went into another other room. I still loved the man. That's the way a lot of us women are. He would constantly ask to come back. He would say he learned a lesson and missed me and the kids. I started blaming myself for his cheating on me. My hormones were so mixed up. I think I was trying to make excuses to let him move back in. I let myself go, I didn't give him enough sex during my pregnancy, I was a bad wife, I didn't treat him good enough. Anything I could think of to try and take the blame off of him. What a mistake. When I had to go in the hospital for the birth of our third child, he was there. He stayed with me during the whole delivery and was there with me afterwards. When it was time for me to be released a couple of days later, Roger moved back home with me. I kept him on a pretty tight rope after that. Life went back to normal for a woman with three kids under six years of age. It was a few weeks before Roger and I made love again. I remember the first time since he came back home. As he was rubbing my mound, all I could picture was him doing it to the other girl. From that day on I think I had lost some respect for Roger. I knew I couldn't totally trust him again. I wanted to but my heart wouldn't let me. We went on for about the next ten years as if we never had a problem. We did all the family things. Attended PTA meetings. Went to the kids' band concerts. Went on vacations. I guess we were like most families but my mind wouldn't forget. It wasn't that I didn't want to forget;.It was that my mind wouldn't let me. The cheating kind of stays in the recesses of your mind waiting to pop out at any time. I believe that's what happens during arguments when someone always delves into the past to bring up a point. Our love life started to get better. One evening as we went to bed, Roger started to caress my breasts. God, it felt so good. He used to grab and squeeze them. This was so much better. Here's a hint to guys: Women like their breasts caressed, not mauled or grabbed. Don't pretend to be a mammogram machine and grab and squeeze a woman's breast. Gently caress them and suck on her nipples. Once she gets worked up she'll probably let you do a little more squeezing and rubbing. Instead of just jumping on and humping me, he started by putting his hand on my tummy and gently rubbing it in a circular motion. I was really getting turned on. I asked him where he learned this all of a sudden and he said he found a couple of web sites with stories in them and was trying some of the things he read about. I told him it felt fantastic, to keep reading if it was all going to be this good. He made me feel good about myself by complimenting me and taking his time when we made love. I thought things might finally be changing. I wanted to look better for him so I started exercising regularly. He began to notice and asked me to buy sexier clothes. He began to tell me how much he loved my body. I saw little changes begin that I wasn't overly comfortable with but went along with him since he was paying so much attention to me. An example was when we were making love, he would ask me if I ever thought about making love with other men. I told him, "No" that he was the only man I ever wanted. Another time he asked if I would like for other men to watch us make love. I wasn't sure exactly how to answer that. You see, I didn't want anyone watching us making love but at the same time I knew he wanted me to say yes because I could feel his erection get harder with positive answers to his questions. So I began giving him the answers that I knew he wanted to hear because it turned him on which in turn gave me better orgasms. I explained to him the truth when we were not in the throes of passion, that I didn't want other men or being touched or felt up by anyone but him. I really didn't think about fucking some movie star, I really didn't. I explained that I said it all for him and for his fantasy talk. I needed for him to understand the truth. The next time we made love he talked to me so sensuously. He called me his lover, his baby, his sweetheart, all the endearing terms. He made me feel wanted and loved. Here's another hint to the guys: Don't call your woman your whore, slut, bitch or hooker unless she tells you it's okay. Most women like to be called endearing terms. You want her hot, not turned off. While I'm giving advice, think twice before jamming your tongue down her throat. The best advice is always ask her first. Frenching is alright if both sides want it. For me, I don't want somebody trying to jam their fat nasty smoker's tongue down my throat. Again, ask her before trying it. He didn't just try to jab his fingers in my love hole. He gently massaged the outside of my vagina till I was wet. It got me hot enough that I asked him to push his fingers in. My Roger was becoming quite the lover. Chapter 2: Everything goes to hell, We were having sex a lot more often then we used to. It really made me feel good to see that Roger was putting in the extra effort. I still had a problem with his fantasies of me and other men. I think he was starting to read the wrong kind of stories. I kept reminding him of the difference between fantasy and reality. Of course he said he knew that and would never ask me to do something I was against. I told him he does that every time he fantasizes. I only wanted one man in my life. I even told him that men always come on to women. That's when he asked me if men ever come on to me.? "Roger, every woman - and I mean every woman - has had men make advances to her. For a good looking lady it probably happens at least every couple of days depending on her work and social life. Of course if she is a waitress or works in a large office it's probably a daily thing. Women just learn to live with it." "What about cashiers?" "For Christ sakes, Roger, yes, I have gotten hit on my whole life. Generally once you tell a fellow 'No' they get the hint. Why do you want to know shit like that? I find it more degrading than a turn on. Why would men hit on married women they don't even know? That type of man has no respect for women." "I've always wondered, that's all. I know some of the guys at work would say what a nice looking wife I had and I was just wondering if they hit on you." "What? Roger, if I told you about every guy that has ever tried anything, you would be fighting with men forever. As I told you, most men seem to respect women but there are the few that don't and they usually get put in their place. That's enough of this talk. Besides we have to go shopping for something to wear to the New Year's eve bash that you want to go to." Roger and some of the people he worked with had a New Years Eve party every year. There were usually about fifteen to twenty couples. Most were really nice respectable people. There were always a couple that just wanted to get a feel of an ass or something. Roger didn't want to go so my oldest daughter and I went looking for a dress. Of course Roger asked me to get something sexy. Carol, my daughter and I found a beautiful sexy black dress. It was low cut in front with bra cups built in. It had no back to speak of and was about four inches above my knees. Carol said that I looked beautiful in it. "She said that when dad see's me in it, we might not even make it to the party." I asked her if she thought it looked a little too slutty. "No, mom, you look great. All you need is black panties and a black garter belt." I had to laugh. This outfit with a garter belt would definitely be over the top. I told Carol that it would be dark pantyhose. I wasn't trying to hitch a man, I already had one. We both laughed together. She convinced me to get thigh-high hosiery and little black garters instead of panty hose. When I had to go to the restroom, it would be a lot easier. All three of our kids were invited to a chaperoned New Year's party at one of their friend's house. I talked to the mother personally to make sure everything was okay. There wouldn't even be alcoholic beverages for the adults there. They didn't want to take any chances of any young people drinking. After the party the young people would spend the night, the girls upstairs and the boys in the decorated basement. I got dressed for the evening. I have to tell you I thought I looked sexy as hell. My kids even told me that. Roger was happy I didn't wear a bra. His action was starting to bother me. Something was wrong with his actions. It was like he was getting perverted or something. Maybe he read one too many stories. He asked me if I was going to wear panties. I looked at him perturbed for even asking. I told him I was ready so he took the kids over to their party, came back, got me and we headed to ours. I liked most of the people there. I'm not going through all the names of everyone but I might mention a name or two in the telling of the story. I will mention that the house we were at was owned by Lance and Carrie. Carrie was a beautiful young woman. She and Lance had been married for about three years. He was fresh out of college and was the newest member of the management team. I thought he was a little on the cocky side and wondered why he would hang around with Roger who was at least twelve years his senior. The party was well underway. The drinks flowed and the music blared out. There was lots of dancing, talking and drinking. I stopped drinking because I was really starting to feel it. I switched over to punch;, which later I found out was stronger then the mixed drinks. I danced with everyone. As usual a few guys tried to cop a feel. No real damage was done. I glanced over and saw Roger dancing with Carrie. She looked pretty drunk also. I didn't care to dance with Lance that much. He was one of the cop-a-feel sort of guys. At one point I told Lance to keep his hands to himself or I would tell Roger. He moved his hands but gave me a smirk. No one seemed terribly bad. Most guys were feeling up their own wives which was nice for a change. As I said, men in general were pretty decent. There are always a few bad apples. I kept drinking punch along with Carrie. At midnight we were about three sheets to the wind, pretty darn drunk. Everyone started kissing everyone. I was feeling kind of numb so if anyone did cop a feel while we were kissing for New Years I probably didn't even feel it. All in all the party was a lot of fun, seeing some of our old friends and even discussing life and families with them. It was nice to have good friends around. About 12:30 AM some of the couples were beginning to leave. I was inebriated and went to sit on the couch. Roger came over and sat down next to me and kissed me. He reached up and lowered the top of my dress so only he could see, or so I thought, and began to gently rub my nipples. He handed me another glass of punch and put his hand on my thigh as I finished the punch. I must have passed out. I felt I was dreaming as his hands gently still rubbed my nipples. I leaned over and laid my head against his chest. I felt the hand back on my thigh and spread my legs so he could move his hand up further. He had his hand on my mound. I remember saying, "It feels so good, Roger, so good," when he moved his hand inside my now wet black panties and his fingers moved inside my pussy. "God, Roger, I hope no one else can see what you are doing to me," I said in a very soft and distant voice. "It isn't Roger and everyone else is gone," the voice replied. I woke up startled and there was Lance with his fingers in my pussy and the top of my dress down exposing my tits. "Get your hands off of me, you fucking pervert. Where's Roger? Where is my husband? I hope he beats you to a fucking pulp." I pulled away from him and pushed him away from me. Reality Check I got up and yelled for Roger but didn't see anyone else. I glanced up at the grandfather clock and it said 3:30 AM. My God, I've been sleeping for three hours. I was quickly gaining my senses as I walked through the house. I saw light coming through the door of the furthest bedroom. I pulled my dress back over my breasts as I approached the door. There was Carrie passed out on the bed with her dress pulled up above her waist. She had her panties off and there was Roger without his pants on fucking her. He was holding her legs in the air and was fucking her for all he was worth. I screamed at him, "You fucking pervert. What in the hell are you doing? You're raping a nearly comatose woman. You fucking bastard. I'll kill you." I went over to the bed and started beating him on the back with my fists. Lance came in and pulled me away. I reached over and grabbed the table lamp and slammed it to the side of Lance's head. He went down with a thump. I grabbed Roger's jacket and ran for the front door. I had the car keys. I couldn't believe I sobered up so quick with the adrenalin flowing, I got in our car and headed for home. I wanted to cry out so bad but I needed my senses right then. I pulled in our drive and got out of the car and went into the house, locking the door. Then I sat down and cried. I was there in the living room and cried myself to sleep. I was awakened by a knock on the door. It was 10:00 AM and it was my kids coming home from the party. I opened the door and they all yelled, "Happy New Year, mom." Then they saw me and Carol asked, "Mom, what happened to you? Where's dad?" I started crying again when John said, "Talk to us, mom. Where's dad?" "I don't know where he's at. I caught him with another woman. I came home. He must have stayed since I have the car." John said, "That fucking bastard. I hate him." "John, please, it's your dad. Please don't swear now." "I can't help it, mom. We know that's at least the second time that bastard did this to you." Then John my son came to me and cried with me before going to his room. The girls were crying also but stayed there in the room with me. My youngest daughter was crying and asked, "What are we going to do, mom? What are we going to do?" "Rachel, I'm going to kick his ass out. I will never make the mistake of letting him back in my life." "As long as we get to live with you, mom," Carol replied. "You kids are all I have" ".... Of course you can stay with me." Then the three of us hugged. "Girls, go get our suitcases and anything that belongs to daddy throw in it. I don't know when he will show up." John came back into the room and I told him to help his sisters. He replied, "Gladly, mom, as long as you throw his ass out." "John, that will be enough swearing. We have enough problems without me having to spank your butt." John smiled, he knew I was kidding about the spanking. He was fifteen and probably seven inches taller than me. We had our four suitcases filled and started using garbage bags. We didn't realize he had so much stuff. About an hour later there were seven garbage bags and four suitcases sitting on the porch waiting for Roger to show up. About two in the afternoon we saw a car pull up in front of the house. Lance dropped Roger off and pulled away. Roger knocked on the door, I opened it and told him to get the fuck off our property. He tried the apology shit again with me, again saying he was drunk and made a mistake. I told him it was me that made a mistake when I took him back nearly twelve years before. I told him we would be contacting the attorneys and start the divorce proceedings. He asked to see the kids and I told him they didn't want to see him right then and that they were nice enough to pack his stuff. "What did you tell them, Martha?" "Are you afraid of the truth, Roger? Are you afraid I might have told them you raped a passed out friend of the family? That you brutally fucked her in front of me and while her husband watched. That you were going to let another man do it to me. Is that what you want to know, you fucking son of a bitch? No, I might yet but all I told them for now is that you had an affair. I did it to protect them, not you. They have to live the rest of the lives with your fucking actions. No one wants to talk or see you right now. I will get in touch with you after talking to the attorney." I opened the door and tossed him his car keys, then closed the door. To all the cheaters out there, remember when you cheat, you hurt more than just the spouse. It tears apart families, kids, relatives and friends. Is it worth it to ruin all these lives for a fuck. Think about it. My kids will never forget this. We watched him put his stuff in the car and leave. The phone rang and Carol said it was for me. It was Carrie. I could tell from her voice that she had been crying. She asked me what happened last night. I asked her what she remembered. She said that Roger kept coming on to her and she told him she was going to tell me. He just laughed and said I knew what was happening. Carrie then mentioned that she got drunk and came over to see me and I was passed out. She said she staggered into the bedroom and must have passed out herself. When she woke up in the morning, she was in bed with both Lance and Roger. Lance had told her that they had both had sex with her voluntarily on her part. She said she had sperm all over her and her body hurt terribly. She stated that the side of Lance's face was bruised. He said during their wild sex that she had accidently kicked him but he would forgive her. I said, "Carrie, I can only tell you what I saw and then what I did. I woke up on the couch and your husband was trying to have his way with me. I didn't let him and I ran to the bedroom to tell Roger. When I got there Roger was fucking your passed out body. I yelled and screamed at him and was beating on him for what he was doing. Lance came in and pulled me off of Roger and I hit him with your table lamp and then took Roger's car keys and ran out of the house. When I left, you were still passed out on the bed with Roger using you." Carrie was crying again. She said, "The mother fuckers, I want to kill them both. I told them I was going to call the police and they told me I didn't have a case and that I had agreed to the sex. It was my word against theirs." "Carrie, see a lawyer right away. If you want to file charges against both of them, I'll be a witness for you. They got you drunk and raped you, Carrie. It wasn't your fault. Just say the word and I'll back you up." She thanked me and told me she would call me in the next couple of days. I ended up calling Carrie first thing Monday morning and we decided to go see a lawyer together. We explained our cases and asked her opinion. We got a female lawyer because we knew she would understand what we went through. Sally Hawk was her name. She was known as the best ball breaking lawyer out there. Most other attorneys were afraid of her and her associates. When we were done talking with her she said we had two choices. One was Carrie could file rape and assault charges against both of them. I on the other hand could only charge Lance on molestation charges but would have a hard time proving it. There were no other witnesses. Even Carrie was passed out at the time. Choice number two was we could take them for everything they both had. Sally said we could get it all. We would use the rape charges as leverage, our reason to the attorneys as our case for the divorce. If they went to court and it got back to their employer they would probably lose their jobs and ruin their futures, even if they won. She told us it wouldn't be as gratifying as sending them to prison but it would be much easier to prove and was our husbands' best way out, especially for me since we had the kids and he would have to pay support for them. For Carrie it was strictly a money issue. Sally said she would see that she left Lance with nothing but his job. We asked Sally what our chances of winning would be. She smiled and said, "With me and my firm, I would say about 98%." We gave her the go ahead to get it started. She told us she would have all their accounts frozen as soon as we walked out of the office. Their husbands lawyers would probably try to do the same thing so she was going to get on it quick. If either of us needed money we were to contact her and she would get some accounts released. I found out Roger contacted his attorney on Monday also. I don't know what story he told him but he was told that he would get to keep about fifty per cent of everything. He called me Monday night and told me all this. I asked him if that was before or after his attorney talked to our lawyer, Sally Hawk. He said it was before, of course. I told him to call his lawyer again tomorrow and then I would talk to him and hung up. He called me back on Tuesday and started ranting, "You can't do that to me. I never hurt you. I earned everything, you just watched the kids and worked part time. It's my money, my home, not yours." When he got done ranting I said, "I see you talked to your attorney again. What did he say your chance of winning was? I'm going to make this very easy for you to understand. If you are charged with Rape there is about a 70% chance that you will be found guilty and go to prison. That's what I would like to see happen. But I have three great kids to finish raising, three kids that you didn't think about when you did what you did. I told them you had an affair. If you don't sign the divorce settlement that Sally drew up, then we are going to court and your children and parents can hear the real story about the pervert you really are." "Marsha, you're leaving me with nothing." "I'm leaving you with everything you deserve. By the way if the kids ever decide to see you again and I hear you make any type of inappropriate move on them, I will personally cut your fucking dick off and jam it down your throat. That is not a threat, that is a promise!" Our discussion took place about six months before the divorce became final. It was just as Sally Hawk wrote it up. I got the house and I got the remainder of the payments as well. I got all the savings except for his retirement. Sally said she negotiated and let him have that. He would have to take money from it to pay off any credit card bills that were outstanding. We each got a car and I get three hundred a week child support to start till each kid turns eighteen and another two hundred a week alimony till I turn sixty-two or remarry. Carrie did pretty good also. She got everything they owned including their savings. She will get three hundred a week alimony till she remarries. Lance has a restraining order not to come within a hundred feet of Carrie or he will be arrested. She was worried he might try and come after her. Chapter 3: The conclusion, Well, back to where we began. Here I am at forty-four years old. My youngest daughter is in college now. My two oldest are off on their own doing their thing. My life has been good these last few years since Roger has been out of the picture. I dated a few times but I guess I'm a little gun shy. I decided to go back to college and get my writing degree in English Literature. I go to the same college as Rachel only I go at nights. Rachel came home one night and asked me what I thought of Mr. Hinkle. I asked her, "Okay, Rachel, what is this all about?" Mr. Hinkle was the English Professor for both of us. "Why are you asking, Rachel?" "He likes you, mom. He called me in after class and asked me if I would mind if he asked you out to dinner. Mom, a teacher asked me if he could date my mother. How cool is that. Are you going to go out with him, mom? Are you?" "I don't know, Rachel. He hasn't even asked me out yet." "He's going to ask you tonight, mom, after class." "How do you know all this, Rachel?" "Because he told me, mom. The man really cares for you." I knew a little about Ed - that's what I call Mr. Hinkle. He's fifty years old and a widower. His wife died of cancer about three years ago. He is good looking, smart, well-mannered and believes in monogamy. How do I know all this? We have been out twice. He's also a gentle kisser. He felt funny about dating me with Rachel being one of his students. I told him to ask her about dating me. I knew she would love the idea. I told Ed about my past and he said I deserved much, much more. He was lonely and missed his wife. He hadn't dated since her death. He told me that he saw the same look in my eyes when I entered his classroom the first time. That's when we had a nice talk over a cup of coffee after class. We will be going out tonight. We might even make love for the first time. I'll have to wait and see. A little about what happened to Roger after the divorce. He stayed in the swinging life style. He got remarried and was divorced after two years. He wasn't feeling good and went to the doctor. He is HIV infected and now has aids. He might last another two years but that's about it. When the kids found out about it, they went and visited him. He was, after all, their dad and we did have many good years together as a family. I made myself a promise that I didn't want to see him in the failing condition. People ask me if I blame him reading stories for his failure in life. The answer is absolutely not. Roger was a weak man. He was always looking for something better instead of enjoying what he already had. He didn't stand up for what was right but only for what he thought felt good. Even after all that he did to me, I still have that little place in my heart for the good times we had. Our hearts never forget the good or the bad times. Which do you want your spouses, family and friends to remember the most? For those of you who are good spouses both men and women, God Bless You. For those of you who don't think there is a price to pay for cheating, you may want to read this story again. I have to write a term paper about real life and that is the story you are reading now. Hope I get an 'A'. Reading erotica can be enjoyable and lot of fun but every once in a while we all need a: REALITY CHECK! Thank you for reading my story. Sometimes you have to tell it like it is. Comments welcome DG Hear Reality Check We had just finished dinner and I was standing at the sink cleaning the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. She walked up behind me, gave me a hug and said. "We have to get your cum eating out of the way, I think it could be interfering with our normal sex life." I stopped in stunned silence. This was the first conversation we have had about my fantasy while not in bed and it was unexpected. My heart fluttered as the reality of what I had been asking for in a fit of passion, was now being openly discussed. I knew she was prepared to "force" the issue. I had been telling her I wanted her to make me do it, force me to do it, tell me to do it, talk about it, make fun of me for wanting it, whatever. After I orgasm I never want to eat my cum, but shortly after, I'm sorry I wasn't "made" to swallow it. Apparently now, I would be. "OK" was all I could say. My heart was in my throat and I was embarrassed. She was very matter of fact and obviously comfortable with her control and my embarrassment. She unbuckled my pants and pushed them down. She fondled my cock and then squeezed my balls. I turned around, as she pulled my trousers half way down my thighs exposing my nakedness and kissed me passionately on the lips. Breaking her kiss she said, "for the rest of tonight you will do whatever I ask, immediately, is that clear? You will be swallowing your cum very soon, then we'll come back downstairs and watch some TV, OK?" "Yea honey." I hugged her as she kneaded my hard penis. "Would you like that, you have told me you want to do it, so now is as good as any." I looked at her smiling face and said, "Sure." She caressed my cock, looking down at it and lightly pulled on my pubic hairs. "I wonder what you would look like shaved?" It was a rhetorical question, but my cock pulsed. It didn't go un-noticed. "You go upstairs, get undressed and wait for me. Don't touch yourself. I'll finish the dishes and come up shortly. You just wait for me and think about what you are going to do. Now go on, go upstairs." As I walked away pulling up my pants, she stopped me and asked. "What do you want me to do when I come upstairs?" To have me answer this question not in the throws of passion, not being hugged and fondled, but standing alone in the middle of a room, my pants unzipped and open, a reality check. "I want to cum and then I want you go make me swallow my cum." She smiled, "Spoken like a true slut you are, very good, go on now," she said dismissively. I was soon naked, lying face up on our bed waiting for her. She was taking her time so I would have to think about what I wanted. It had been at least 15 minutes. My stomach was flipping with embarrassment and the reality of what was about to happen. Was she really going to make me eat my cum and did I really want that. If I told her "no", then it would be no for ever. She walked into the bedroom and looked at me lying naked on the bed. Without saying a word she started to undress. Once naked, again without talking she crawled over my chest and put her pussy onto my mouth. "Get me ready," was all she said. My favorite thing in the world is to lick her pussy and my favorite way to do that is to have her face fuck me, so this was perfect. Her pussy tastes wonderful and within moments, I'm lost in her, face pushing into her trying to get inside her pussy. After a few minutes she rolls off to the side and says, "Put your cock in me". I do, it is warm and heavenly. She looks right at me saying, "This is not a marathon, cum in me as quickly as you can." I continue pumping into her. As I get closer, she reminds me I'm going to lick her clear of my sperm once I do cum. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I look right at her and say, "Yes, I am." With a deep thrust, I start shooting my sperm into her pussy. I hold her tight gasping for air as I finish my orgasm. She kisses me and hugs me softly and says, "Onto your back again". I slid out of her and roll onto my back. I'm tired and not really interested in what will happen next, but I have asked her repeatedly for this, and now she is going to follow through. I am not happy I have asked for this, and now I'm slightly turned off and scared. She again crawls up my chest bringing her pussy just inches from my face. She is holding her hand over her pussy, but then reaches down with both hands and opens herself and asks, "Do you see your cum in me?" She is soaked and yes, there is a glob of cum almost ready to drip from her. "Yes, you are soaked, and I can see my cum in you." I look up past her pussy, between her tits to her smiling face. "This is what you wanted, what are you waiting for, get that tongue busy and start eating your cum from me." I bring my mouth to her pussy and push my tongue into her as far as I can, and lick and suck until my mouth fills with my sperm. She sits up just a bit and looks down at me as I swallow my first load of cum. She smiles, but says nothing. The sperm tingles the back of my throat. She lowers herself back down and starts grinding herself onto my face. Within minutes, my face is covered in cum and her wetness, and within minutes after that she orgasms hard, pushing more cum into my mouth. I now swallow hungrily. She rolls to the side clamping my head between her legs as I continue licking her softly as her orgasm calms. This is my favorite place to be in the world, trapped between her legs after orgasm. Within moments, we crawl next to each other, I can tell my face is soaking wet. She looks at me and laughs, "Your face is a mess. Don't wash it and don't brush your teeth. I want you to "enjoy" the taste of your cum and look like a slut, for a while anyway. Let's get into PJ's and go back downstairs and watch the big TV" We hop out of bed and she slipped on her pajamas and head for the stairs. I quickly stopped her and said, "Thanks, I needed that". She looks at me, smiles and says, "I know you did...anytime." She lightly kisses me and licks my lips and a quick dart of her tongue into my mouth. Which taste is she searching for, the taste of my cum in my mouth, or her pussy. I'll have to ask later. "Did you like it, the taste of your cum, did you like it?" "Yes, yes I did, I actually like the taste but more importantly, I loved you telling me to do it." "You do realize you will be eating a lot of cum from now on." "Yes, I do. I want to." She pulled back and looks down at my nakedness. "We really need to talk about you shaving." I looked right at her and said, "Yes, yes we do." Something had changed between us, and I liked it. She headed for the stairs as I stood for a moment feeling very vulnerable, very naked and very happy. Yes, something had changed, but I think it is for the good.