27 comments/ 53462 views/ 9 favorites Strange Days By: guitarman100 As Jim Morrison of The Doors had once sung, "Strange days have found us". The banks were over extended and started to fail. Huge corporations, once the bedrock of the economy, started to approach bankruptcy and laid off large numbers of employees. Before you knew it the country was in a fast slide to chaos and recession. Then it got worse! My name was Jim Mayfair and my job seemed secure. I had a high five figure job with the government and a nice but not huge inheritance from my father that I had invested in CD's and insured money market accounts as well as a couple of rental houses. It was just a bit of luck really that I had gotten disillusioned with the stock market six months before the entire world did. If you figure that made me a happy camper then you would be wrong. Money and financial security are nice but don't really mean that much if you don't have a happy personal life. I had married a woman I had loved deeply and she had betrayed me. That is if you considered not being satisfied with our sex life and screwing other men to be betrayal. Funny thing but I was one of those who saw it that way. I suppose in every other way she was a great wife and mother. The house was kept very clean and neat, she was an excellent cook who actually did cook no less than four or five times a week, and our two kids adored her. Sarah was eight and Mike was ten. My wife, Josie, would help them with homework and play games with them almost every night. Oh sure I would be called in to help with the hard school stuff like Math and Science and occasionally I was the fourth in a board game or card game. But Josie did most of the child rearing and did it well. As I said, I think the kids loved me, but they adored her. It might even be that she loved me in her own way. Certainly she was never less than pleasant to me and could even be affectionate on occasion. But she never loved me back the way that I loved her. I suppose it is hard for a woman to love or respect someone fully when she is sharing the intimacy of sex with other men. It stands to reason that she will look down on her husband at least a little bit if he can't satisfy her in that most manly of ways. I should have been prepared for this outcome. Prior to my marriage my sex life had never been anything to write home about either. Oh I hadn't been totally cursed by Mother Nature. I had a very cute face that women liked, great hair, and broad muscled shoulders and arms. There were three areas however that I came up a little short in what women liked physically. I was relatively short at five feet seven inches, my body type was stocky and I could put on ten or twenty pounds of fat if I wasn't careful, and last but least my cock was only four inches. When it came to a long term relationship I could maybe get past those first two but that last one seemed to be a deal breaker. In high school I only dated two girls and the first one never let me get past first base. But the second one was a lusty little thing and once you got your hand in her bra and started tweaking those nipples, she got turned on and ran like a well tuned engine. Once we got to the point in our dating relationship where she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, I could tell she was disappointed. We still went ahead and fucked that night and I lost my virginity but it was the only time. After that she always had an excuse why we couldn't go out and soon I noticed her walking around school with her arm around another guy. That sucked on many levels not the least of which was that I had really enjoyed the sex. My four incher hadn't stopped me from feeling pleasure and lots of sensation. I loved the foreplay as much as the fucking. Kissing, playing with tits and all the rest was just fun! Too bad she hadn't seen it that way. When I entered college I found an environment that I could thrive in. In high school, my grades had been good but not great. In college I found my courses much more interesting and my intelligence seemed to grow and my mind opened up to many new thoughts. I started off in business courses but sooned switched to computer science as I found I was a natural at working with them. My grade point was a 4.8 out of five in my major and a 4.5 overall. You would think I spent a lot of hours studying to get those grades but I really didn't. Somehow I could actually see the big picture right away and then only needed to learn a few specifics to round out my knowledge. Most kids were only memorizing things from the textbook and their notes so if they were thrown a curve on a test they didn't know which way to turn. Since I understood what we were trying to learn and the mechanics of how it all fit together, I did a pretty good job of answering those kind of questions and my grades reflected it. Another thing I learned about this time was that girls in college had a different mind set than those in high school. Oh sure the jocks and cool guys were still high up on the social scale but the smarter girls were looking for guys that would be good providers and husbands. I had gotten on an exercise program and was looking good as well as showing such great promise in the future jobs market. That along with my innate cuteness, funny personality and genuine sensitivity and niceness soon had my date card filled. Man was I having fun. So many girls to ask out. So many of them that actually would put out with the right moves and attitudes. Okay so not many of them lasted more than a couple of months. I wasn't looking for commitment or a long term relationship either. Pass the beer and the bong and boy didn't that redhead look hot over there. Eventually of course even a good thing can get a little old and I started looking for a more meaningful relationship. By my senior year I was getting a little desperate. For some reason I was having a harder time getting dates and the ones I got seemed to only last until we got to the sex part. Finally one girl got very drunk when she was giving me the kissoff and told me the truth that it was little Jim that was the problem. She even told me that word had gotten around campus about me. The only reason she had gone out with me was because everything else about me was so great and she just had to see for herself if we could make a go of it. Talk about embarrassed and shamed! My ego and confidence took a nose dive from the high board and I felt sorry for myself and angry at the same time. I never asked another girl out the rest of my time in college. My grades slipped a little too as I was depressed and didn't see the point of anything at that point. I put on five pounds, then ten and finally stopped at fifteen. My only exercise was lifting a beer can to my mouth as I watched tv. I guess my appearance and attitude had a lot to do with the way my job interviews went. Even though my grades were still good overall, I wasn't getting the offers from the big high tech companies that I thought would be my future. My best offer was from a Federal Government Agency. Even though the starting salary was a lot less than I had once anticipated, the long term advancement showed a lot of promise and the benefits were excellent. So I took the job, graduated from college and was off to Atlanta to start my new life. Soon I found that working on real systems and solving real problems was even more interesting and challenging than I had once found in my college studies. I was a success right from the start and had my bosses amazed at what a hot shot they had hired. I got promotions as fast as the rulebook said they could give them to me and I think they may have gotten an exception to the rules on a couple of them. Financially I was doing quite well in no time at all. All of this boosted my confidence to where I once again started dating. This time I was going to be much smarter however. Having determined my weakness, I decided that my only option was to find a virgin that would have no way to compare my size and abilities with other men. In this, of course, I was being terribly naive and foolish. Women, much more so than men, talk about their experiences in much greater detail. To think that I could marry a woman and isolate her forever from the issue of size and performance was just not logical thinking. But it was my thinking so I went ahead with my plan. If I saw a woman who interested me I would try to find out everything I could about her before I even asked her for a date. I even went so far as to hire a private investigation company when I couldn't get information any other way. Needless to say that, in this day and time, there weren't many who could meet my qualifications so that I only went out with three women in a year's time and only two the next year. There wasn't any spark of chemistry with any of them and so I was still alone and single. Then I met Josie and fell head over heels in love. She was five feet five and cute as a bug but not beautiful. She had a nice body but not a spectacular one. Her personality was laid back and mellow and always seemed to have a smile. She was smart and confident but not aggressive or arrogant. I had to know everything about her. The investigators were brought in. She was brought up in a small southern town by very traditional minded parents. There had been a period or rebellion in her high school days but apparently hadn't gotten too wild and still seemed to be a virgin. After high school she went to a community college near her town and graduated from a two year course and then had to go to work as her parents couldn't afford anymore college. We started dating and she seemed to like me as much as I liked her. Our make out sessions were spectacular but she refused to let anything go below the waist either on her part or mine. Far from being discouraged as most guys would be, I was overjoyed. I felt safe and secure with this woman and soon she was my wife. The first two years were the happiest days of my life! Everything was perfect and I was totally satisfied with her and she said the same about me. The birth of Mike at the end of the second year just solidified our love and we both were ecstatic at being parents. We decided that she should quit her job and be a stay at home Mom. She took to that lifestyle like a fish to water as her Mother had trained her well in the duties of a housewife. She exercised and got her figure back and I did too and lost ten pounds of fat. But our sex life did go down a little bit. We had made love four or five times a week in our first two years and now it slipped to three or four. This was due to her more than me. Oh sure my job could be demanding some times and I would be tired. But for every time when I wasn't in the mood there would be three or four times that she wouldn't be. Her breasts had gotten bigger after the pregnancy but it seemed her pussy had also. Whereas I thought we had been a pretty good fit before, she now seemed a little looser and the friction wasn't as great. Oral sex turned her on and I had gotten quite good at it since we had been married. But she didn't reciprocate like I thought she should. All of this had started to put little doubts in my head but then she was pregnant again and that took over our lives as it did the first time. Josie had a lot more problems with this pregnancy and our sex life went down accordingly. She had a great deal more morning sickness, tenderness and wild mood swings than the first time. We still were both excited and pleased when Sarah came out though. I loved babies and toddlers and so did Josie. Now we had one of each and we glowed with our pride in them. My work was still doing well but the promotions had slowed a little as I started getting toward the upper end of my pay scale. Josie once again exercised and got her figure back and she maybe even looked better than before. I had been 25 when we got married and Josie had been 21. We had now been married twelve years and Josie didn't look a day over 25. The same could be said of me as well I suppose. Well not the 25 but I had taken care of myself as well and still looked young. When we went to parties we were both very popular. I was a good dancer and so was Josie but we never seemed to dance with each other very much. Josie seemed to enjoy dancing with other men more than I enjoyed dancing with other women. As the years went by she started dancing closer also. And then about six years ago our sex life went down to maybe once a week and some weeks not at all. She would hug me and kiss me good night but rarely acted like she wanted any bedroom mambo. The kids were in school now, of course, and they would arrive on the school bus at about 3:30 every day. What she did with the rest of her day was a mystery. When asked she would always say cooking, cleaning or shopping which of course was true but that surely didn't take up all of her time. Being paranoid from my earlier experiences, I hired the same investigators that I had do her pre-dating check up to come in and do some surveillance. Unfortunately my suspicions were correct. She was seeing two men while I was at work and the kids were at school. One was a young, single guy of 24 who she saw on Tuesday's at his apartment from 10:00 to 2:00. The other was a married man of 35, only a year younger than me, who she met at a motel on Thursday's and sometimes Fridays from 11:30 to 2:00. They asked if I wanted audio and video to document the infidelity and I said god no as the pictures I had in my head were already bad enough. Divorce wasn't really in my thoughts but depression was. I guess I was thinking that it was hopeless. I had been with many women and could apparently satisfy none of them sexually. Not even when I had learned to be good at oral sex and had given Josie a couple of strong orgasms every time I went down on her. What good would divorce do? It just meant that Josie would get half of everything, custody of the kids and I would be paying a lot of child support and only getting to see them occasionally. I would have to move out and find a new place to live while still paying the mortgage on the old house so the kids would have a roof over their head. Then I would have to hire a maid and cook to take the place of the services that Josie did provide. After that would be loneliness and depression. Not that I wasn't depressed enough already. So I took the investigative report and filed it away in my office at home and things went on as always. Except I was a little sadder. I wonder if Josie even noticed? It didn't seem she did. There were two further precautions I felt I had to do at this point. One was that I got DNA samples of everyone when Josie wasn't looking. I carefully labeled those and sent them off to a testing facility. The second thing I did was go to a doctor and have a full battery of tests for STD's done. The DNA tests came back and everything was good. Josie and I were the kid's biological parents. Thank god she hadn't done that to me. I know I wouldn't have been able to handle that and would have gone off the deep end and we would have had a violent confrontation. Likewise the STD's came back negative and my overall physical said I was very healthy. I tried to take solace in my work and the kids. I had also looked into doing some work for myself outside of my job. I had a lawyer look at my contract and he concluded that as long as the work I did used no resources or information from work and didn't conflict with or compete with anything I did there then it was okay. At that time one of my rental houses became vacant and I decided to leave it so and use it as an office. I could still write off the expense against my new income and I estimated that I should be able to make a lot more than I had been getting in rent. I told Josie that the rental house was vacant and it needed a lot of repairs done before I could rent it again. With a bit of irony I told her I would be doing the repairs on Tuesday's, Thursday's and Friday's. I looked carefully at her face as I told her this to see if she made any connection to her infidelity and those days but she didn't seem to. My estimate of how much outside income I could make was low. There was a lot of work out there for someone with my experience and skills. I made a years worth of rent in three months. I incorporated myself and opened a new bank account in the business name where I deposited all earnings. Soon I had all the extra work I could handle and stopped looking for anymore after six months. I was averaging a couple of thousand a week when I cut off any new jobs. The balance in the business account was already over twenty thousand and growing fast. Josie never knew a thing about it. We had a joint household account and a joint savings account that she managed but she had nothing to do with the rest of my finances. All she knew was that I deposited $4,500 a month into the household account and if she didn't spend that much then she transferred it into the savings. We had over $120,000 in the savings account due to an initial large deposit when we first got married from money I had already saved when I was single. I had two money market accounts, some CD's and the rental houses in my name only. Everything except for one money market account was from my inheritance from my parents. The other money market was where I deposited the rest of my salary check, which was usually around $800.00. There was currently around $11,000.00 in that account. Hey, I was a frugal guy. I didn't spend much. I also bought each of the kid's a $500 savings bond every month through my payroll check for their college education. Josie got those in the mail and kept a record of them on her computer and filed them in fire proof safe box she kept under our bed. You can see that money wasn't a problem with us. Like I said previously, nothing was except for love, affection and sex. But that was only a problem for me. Josie was getting lots of it. So the economy crumbled around us but we were like an island in the middle of the ocean. Calm and serene with a gentle breeze blowing. There were massive layoffs and young people had a very hard time finding a job when they got out of high school or even college. The government tried to help but they were huge, bungling and inefficient. People were getting desperate. The crime rate rose significantly even as some cities had to lay off police as they didn't have enough money to pay them. So the emphasis went to violent, major crime instead of those good old social crimes of drugs, gambling and prostitution that politicians used to get elected on. A lot of women, unable to find work, started to turn to the oldest profession of them all. Suddenly Jim started to see a lot of hookers on the street. Not only on the street but in ads for escort agencies and "massage therapists", etc. They were everywhere you looked. Having been pretty much deprived of sex at home I started to be tempted by these ads. I wasn't the type to pick up hookers from a street corner but dealing with an up scale escort agency seemed to be something I could do without too much embarrassment. Hell, I had all this money, why not put it to good use? At least good use from my view point. I had no idea what Josie would think if she found out but so what? After her cheating I certainly owed her no fidelity. Besides it was her job as my wife to satisfy me sexually and if she didn't want the job anymore than I would just have to hire some contract labor to fill in the gap. I was nervous as a cat when I walked into the Gentlemen's Choice escort agency. They had been chosen because they had the most upscale address and seemed to be the most expensive. My thinking was that the more it cost, the prettier and more willing the women would be. Strange Days Cathy looked a little sheepish at that last part and looked down at the ground. "I will do whatever I need to do to keep this job Mr. Mayfair." Huh? Oh wow, she didn't mean what I think she meant did she? Well we were much too busy over the next month for me to even think about that again. She proved to be everything I had wanted and then some. Cathy was smart as a tack, full of energy, knew all the office programs on the PC and organized everything to perfection so we started to put a dent in the work load. After the two weeks were up I had so much confidence in her that I gave her a key to the house and let her set her own hours and keep her own time sheets. When I got there in the afternoons and evenings she had the most urgent jobs all laid out for me so I could get right to work reading code, finding bugs and suggesting fixes. Cathy would write a cover letter and mail the program back with my suggested changes documented. I was twice as productive with her there. Too much work and not enough play makes Jim a dull boy though. I gave into temptation and set up a date with Sandy once more. Cathy had said she wouldn't be working Friday night so I thought it would be safe to have Sandy come over then. But as fate would have it Cathy had left something she wanted in her desk and entered the office while Sandy and I were going at it hot and heavy in the back bedroom. I was later to find out that she had even peeked in on us but we were much too involved to notice. This had several affects on our situation. Number one Cathy had not had an active social life for quite a while and she was horny. This led to her masturbating and then sneaking out without our knowing she had even been there. The second affect I would learn about a couple of days later. By this time we were good friends and I let her call me Jim. "Uhh, Jim . . . I wanted to apologize to you. I left something in my desk and came back in Friday night and heard you and that woman in the back room. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help listening and spying on you a little." Talk about broadsided and run over with a truck! Shit, what do I do now? "Cathy I'm ok with it as long as you aren't upset. This isn't going to get in the way of us working together is it?" She didn't want to lose her job so of course she said it wasn't a problem and it didn't seem to be over the next week. But then she gradually started asking me questions about what she had seen and heard. Who was the woman? Did my wife know? How often did I meet her? I kept putting her off everytime she asked these questions and just gave non specific answers. But then one Friday night after a particularly hard and fruitful work week things changed. Cathy thought we should celebrate how much work we gotten done and went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of stiff bourbon and cokes. After a couple of those, both of our tongues got looser. She then just asked me if what she had heard was true and that the woman was a prostitute. I admitted she was and before I knew it my whole story was gushing out. From my cheating wife to the escort service, I told her everything including how much I paid. Cathy just sat there wide-eyed and with her mouth open. She was definitely on the innocent side when it came to these types of things. When she left that night she gave me a little kiss on the mouth. I wrote if off to the booze. Seems I was a little innocent too. I was completely shocked when she approached me days later and said she had thought about it and liked me a lot and if I wanted she would be happy to take care of my needs for a lot less than what the escort service charged. She said she would do it for free except for the fact that her parents had not been able to find jobs that paid anything like their old one and they were having a hard time meeting the mortgage payments and keeping the utilities turned on. Her sales pitch was that it was a win/win situation. She would be making more money and I would be saving money. All righty then! You betcha honey babe! What the hell? I had never really thought of Cathy in a sexual way before. Oh, okay, I was a man and I had checked her out but not seriously. She was such a great worker that I didn't want to lose her. Since she had been with me my revenue had doubled. I was even beginning to think about asking if I could go half time on my Federal job as I was making more as an independent consultant now for the same number of hours. Besides she was barely nineteen and I was 37. She could almost be my daughter. But you know how the rest of this goes right? Once the subject had been breached then Little Jim wanted to breach something else. It was almost like Little Jim took over my vocal chords at that point and before I knew it we were on for next Friday night. When we did get together I don't know who was more scared. It turned out that Cathy was not a virgin but had done it only a couple of times since, all with the same boyfriend who was no longer around. I was just having an anxiety attack because it just felt more illegal doing it with a young girl her age. It felt more like cheating also though I wasn't sure about that one. I also knew if this turned out bad I might be losing a wonderful employee. As we undressed, I was awestruck. Hidden under those baggy jeans and shirts that she wore to work, Cathy had a spectacular body. But then again aren't most nineteen year old bodies that way? She had wonderful firm tits that were a large B cup or maybe a C with super long nipples that stood out proud and just begged to be played with. Her hips had a delightful curve and her butt was to die for. Her legs were maybe a little short for her torso but still nice. Damn she was hot and I wanted to dive on her and get to work. My brain was still working though so I took it easy and started slow with some kisses that soon had both of us panting. Then I worked my way down to those great tits and had a feast day. Cathy really seemed to like that. She might even have had a small orgasm then. But man when I moved down and started eating her pussy, I thought she was going to flip out. Apparently her boyfriends had never done this for her. She moaned, she screamed, she called on god and the goddess. She begged me to stop and prayed I never would. Her body arched off the mattress and her stomach spasm repeatedly. When she came down from that I let her rest a little and then just sucked her clit into my mouth and swabbed it with my tongue. Before we were through with that I think she came three more times. Then I moved up and Little Jim got to join the fun. Oh but she was tight. I couldn't believe it. I had never felt a pussy grip me like this. It even took me a little while to get it all in. That had never happened before. Once I got into a rhythm she was right there with me. Fucking back with everything she had. What a treat to feel like there were two people involved in this fuck and not just me getting myself off. It was wonderful for both of us. There were lots of sweet kisses and hugs as we came down from our high. When I tried to pay Cathy, she broke down crying and said she couldn't take it. There was no way she could charge me when I had given her such pleasure. We argued for a while but I could see she wasn't going to change her mind. I felt guilty then because I knew her family needed the money. So then a light bulb went off. I told her that starting immediately I was going to raise her salary to $22/hr and she was my new office manager. When she protested this I pointed out how much money we were taking in now and how much of it was due to her. I had anticipated her next argument and when she asked how she could be a manger when she was the only employee, I told her that her first job as manager was to hire another employee and teach them her job. Then I could teach her some of what I did and we could process even more work as she would have them prepped even more and ready for me to finish quicker. She liked that idea and didn't argue anymore. Besides she had been exposed to some coding already in a high school computer course and then again in a Freshman course at college. And with the new raise she could help her folks with expenses and still have some left over for herself. There was even a girlfriend she knew who she thought would be perfect to come in and work with us. It was the start of the golden age of my sex life. For that matter my professional life also. Cathy and I were going at it everytime we worked together which was usually four days a week. Monday was still a full time day at my Fed job and the weekends were reserved for Josie and the kids. Josie and I were having sex every Saturday and sometimes Sunday too. Another ritual she started was always waking me up Monday morning with a blow job where she took me all the way and swallowed my cum. The girl Cathy brought in to work with us was also nineteen. A quiet, shy, skinny little blonde with short hair and long legs. Her name was Annie and Cathy was right. She was perfect for the job and fit in well. In a week she was up to full speed. It would take a while to get Cathy trained for her new job duties so for a while it was both of them doing office work when I wasn't there. As a result all the backlog was brought up to date and they just sat there bored with not a lot to do. I hadn't known it but Cathy's hobby was photography. With all the money she was making now and all of her folks bills caught up, she went out and bought herself a very nice digital camera that would do either movies or stills. She started bringing it to work and taking some pictures in her spare time. Eventually she and Annie cleaned out the last bedroom which had just been a junk storage room and set it up as a photo studio. Cathy took some nice portrait shots of Annie and then somehow talked her into bringing various outfits to pose in. Underneath her baggy shirts she had some very nice tits also. Soon there were swim suit shots, dressing like a Catholic school girl shots, glam high fashion shots, etc. Eventually it was topless shots and finally total nudity. The first I knew of this was after a strenuous sex session with Cathy on a Tuesday night. I had set up Annie's hours so that she always left by six o'clock. That left Cathy and I a couple of hours to get down and dirty before I went home for the night. On this particular night as we lay resting, Cathy pulled open the drawer to a bedside table and removed a stack of photos she had printed out. She handed them to me and I started looking through them with my eyes a bulging and my jaw dropped down. They were really professional looking and very erotic. Unknown to me they had brought in several backdrops to use, lighting and Cathy's laptop which she had Photoshop on. Before I could ask any questions, Little Jim decided there were more important things to discuss and Cathy and I were going at it as fast and as hard as we ever had. Damn that was good. Turns out there was a reason for Cathy showing me those photos besides turning me on to fuck her. Annie was her best friend and she wanted me to fuck her so that she could enjoy what she had been telling her about. So much for sending Annie home at six if Cathy had been telling her all about it. Of course after I got past the first wave of paranoia and anxiety, Little Jim was urging me to accept. Of course what Cathy had left out was that Annie was still a virgin. The very next afternoon I found out the hard way with all of us naked on the bed and Little Jim disposing of her hymen. Since I hadn't known she was a virgin I wasn't as gentle as I should have been. But with best friend Cathy there to hold her hand and play with her tits, Annie's pain soon turned to pleasure. A week later, after she had healed completely, I brought her to her first orgasms by going down on her. After that it was just fuck and suck all the time. It was amazing that we got any work done at all. Usually it was just one on one with one of them coming up to me and taking me by the hand and dragging me back to the bedroom. Friday nights were rum and coke nights though and both of them would join me on the bed in all of their naked splendor. I hadn't thought it was possible to have too much sex before those girls. But with Josie getting me off two or three times a week and those two draining me every chance they got, I was exhausted. My solution was an elegant one. I dropped to 50% time at my regular job and set up my work week as Monday and Tuesday full time and half a day on Wednesday. The first two days I went straight home to the family and some much needed rest. Wednesday I insisted on being a work day with the girls and no sex allowed. Thursday and Fridays were work days until five o'clock. I told them they would alternate Thursday nights and Friday would still be all of us together. The girls weren't happy with being restricted from playing with their new toy but they knew I was the boss and gave in with a pout. Then as they say the shit finally hit the fan. Josie had tried to call me at work and had been astonished to find that I was only half time now. She found out my new schedule and then it was easy for her to wait and follow me and see where I went on the days I wasn't at my Federal job. The confrontation was spectacular. She had seen me go into what she thought was still a rental house and then had seen the girls drive up a half an hour later. At that point instead of coming in and having a confrontation there she went home and spent the rest of her day thinking of how many different ways she could cut off my dick. When I walked in the door at eight thirty she was ready. "Jim, get your ass in here we need to talk." "Uh . . . sure honey. Where are the kids?" " I took them over to my mothers." "Ok sweetie, why did you do that?" "Because I didn't want them to see me cut your little dick off you asshole!", she screamed. Well there you go. Even with her jealousy, hurt and pain, it was still my "little dick". "Why would you want to do that?", I said with a puzzled look on my face. "Because you have been cheating on me and lying to me you son of a bitch! I know you are only working half time and are spending time with two young girls at your rental house." My being so calm in the face of her loud attack must have been killing her. "So which is it that has you so upset? Is it the fact that I'm only working half time or that you saw me meet two young girls at the rental house? If it is the working half time then you don't need to worry. I have more money than ever and the amount I deposit to the household account won't drop any. In fact I was thinking about increasing it another two or three hundred." "No you arrogant little dipshit. It is not the money I'm worried about. It is the lying and cheating that you have been doing." "Oh, okay, so let's assume that I have been cheating on you with those two girls. So cheating is wrong right?" "Yes of course it is." "So why then have you cheated repeatedly on me? How many men have you met over the last five or six years? That is when you started isn' it?" Oh my! Good counter punch. She went deathly pale and seemed to have stopped breathing. Tears started to run down her face and she looked at me like a wild animal with it's foot in a trap. Then she just turned and ran to our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Well damn! No need to get so huffy! After all she had been doing it for years and could have stopped at anytime. But I guess she just had that need for more right? Well I had needs also. She had a need for mo bigger cock and I had a need for more love, more affection, more cuddling, more respect, and most of all more feeling like a real man who could hold his head up in public and not wonder how many people she was dancing with had fucked her. Things had been a lot better this past year. Josie had met more of my needs than at anytime in the last six years. Cathy and Annie had of course helped my needs and my ego and self respect had gotten a big booster shot from them. But I still missed that golden little dream I had where two people loved each other unconditionally and were faithful and true. Short of being cast in a Disney movie, I guess I was just shit out of luck on that one. It looked like she wasn't coming out for a while so I went in the kitchen and made me a nice bourbon and coke and turned on the tv and tried to just zone out for awhile. It must have been thirty or forty minutes before she finally made an appearance. It looked like she had washed her face and the tears had stopped. "How long have you known?", she said. "Oh, two or three years", I casually remarked. "Okay now I get to ask one. How long ago did it start and how many men?" "Eight years ago", she said and that knocked me for a loop. Wow, eight years out of the twelve we had been married. Sounded like it had started right after our second child had been born. "I'm not sure how many men. I didn't want an affair. I just wanted sex so I would break it off with them after a month or so and find someone else." "You didn't just want sex, you wanted a bigger cock, right?" If possible she paled even more and got another shocked look on her face. She didn't respond verbally but she didn't have to. It was written all over her. The same old story. "And let's see. A different guy every month, eight years, wow, that's like a hundred guys? Damn, it's a good thing we don't live in a small town. I didn't know there were that many big cocks in this town." She got a weird look on her face then and said, "I didn't cheat on you every single month you know. There were periods of three or four months every year when I wasn't doing that. Usually never from Halloween through Christmas because I was involved so much with the kids and the holidays. The first four years I only did it twice a year." "Well that takes a load off of my mind. So there weren't a hundred but only fifty or so. Yeah, i can sleep easy now!" "No, not near that many. OK, so some of them lasted longer than a month. Some of them maybe as long as six months. What does it matter Jim? I cheated and you found out and now I guess you are cheating on me to get revenge. So what do we do now? Are we going to get a divorce?" Of course I had already thought that one out a long time ago. I walked over to her, put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "No Josie I don't want a divorce. You have hurt me bad and my ego and self esteem have suffered quite a bit but I still do love you. And even more I love our kids and the life we have together. It's not perfect obviously but I suppose it's a lot better than some. You aren't the first one to hurt me this way. It has been going on since high school. I guess I just gave up after I found out you were cheating on me and decided it would never change even if I did divorce you and remarry." Ah shit! I had been doing so good at being calm and unemotional up to this point but all of a sudden I just broke down in tears and started sobbing at an alarming rate. It seemed like I was letting all those years of hurt and pain just pour out of me. I staggered to the sofa and collapsed. I don't know how long it lasted. It was almost like I had a missing time period. One minute I was crying my guts out and the next thing I knew I was waking up on the sofa with Josie next to me with her arms around me, sleeping with her head on my shoulder. A look at the clock showed it to have been some three hours and night was upon us. I gently woke Josie up and we went upstairs and fell into bed. Both of us were emotionally exhausted and fell into bed and were soon asleep again. During the night I awoke to find Josie giving me a blow job. She took me all the way and swallowed, something she hadn't done very often during our years together.