27 comments/ 33447 views/ 10 favorites Impulsive Ingrid By: imhapless Both before Ingrid Jamison entered the workforce, and at several different points during her still emerging career, she took a number of personality tests. Some were supposedly to tell her what jobs that she was best suited for, others to determine what personality traits that she had that were desirable, or that she needed to improve. She constantly scored well when it came to decisiveness, sense of justice, and punctuality. She also unfailingly was counseled that she was too impetuous, stubborn, and emotional. She didn't agree with a number of the negative assessments - maybe indicating that in fact she was "stubborn" - and blew them off. While the results of these tests likely did prevent her from getting two or three jobs, she ended up in a profession that suited her just fine. One quality that Ingrid may have lacked was intuitiveness. This bit her in the ass during her first marriage. Her husband John turned out to be a philanderer, and apparently pulled the wool over her eyes for at least two years. Even though she initiated it, she was emotionally distraught by her subsequent divorce, and ended up pissed that she didn't receive any consideration for his cheating. She always regretted that she never ended up getting suitable revenge on that asshole. Ingrid was fortunate to meet someone who had a similar situation to hers, who was understanding, and who she also was greatly physically attracted to. His name is Ben. Ben is smart, energetic, kind, and a great lover. During their first sexual encounter about a month after they first met, with tit play, tongue and finger action, and a very energetic cock, he brought her to four orgasms - she had never had multiple orgasms in the same session before. Since he had every quality that Ingrid found desirable in a man, despite her bad first experience she wanted to marry him after knowing him for only about four months. Ben alleged that he been burned in his first marriage as badly as Ingrid had - although he no longer appeared to be preoccupied with a need for revenge on his ex - and had patience and contemplativeness as significant personality traits. Therefore he slowed her impetuousness down, and it was a full year after they had been dating before he asked her to marry him. He was twenty nine and she was thirty when they got married. He had intended to give her a thirtieth birthday party but wedding plans got in the way and it spoiled what was to be a surprise. Ingrid did throw a nice - though not surprise - bash for Ben when he turned thirty ten months after she did. Ben and Ingrid had two kids within four years after they tied the knot, a boy and a girl, and the kids are the apples of their eyes. Ingrid sees her personality reflected in her son - which sometimes bugs the hell out of her, but other times makes her laugh - while her daughter has much more of Ben's personality. Both kids look like a perfect blend of Ingrid's and Ben's appearances. Ingrid and Ben have a fair number of good friends in their suburban single family dwelling neighborhood, and their best friends, Bill and Pamela, were just one street down in. Bill is four days older than Ingrid is, and Pamela in a couple of months younger than Ben. Bill's and Pam's kids are almost the same age as Ingrid's and Ben's kids too, and the couples hit it off as soon as they met and became the best of friends about a year after Ingrid and Ben got married, and remained so for most of the nine years since then. The couples sometimes laughed that Bill should be married to Ingrid and Pamela to Ben because of their personalities. Bill is as impulsive, impatient, and rash as Ingrid is, while Pamela is as stabilizing a force in their marriage as Ben is in his. In actuality because of their respective personalities to rational outsiders it would appear that it probably would be a disaster if they switched spouses - something that there is no indication that at least Ben, Pamela and Ingrid have ever actually considered even in jest, although Bill sometimes does seem to be a little too "appreciative" of - or at least "conscious" of - Ingrid's D cup rack. It was getting close to Bill's and Ingrid's respective fortieth birthdays. At one point the four of them considered going on a cruise, or something like that, together to celebrate. Their schedules simply didn't work, however. Therefore Ben and Ingrid made tentative arrangements to take a four day trip, sans kids, about two weeks after her birthday, and Bill and Pam seemed to be set on taking a week-long trip - also without kids - about a month after Bill's actual birthday. ********************** Much to Ingrid's surprise, the normally punctual Ben didn't get home at his normal time after work one Wednesday evening. Ingrid called his iPhone with no answer, also unusual. Ingrid then called Bill and Pam's house to see if Ben's best buddy Bill might know where he was. Bill answered. "Hi, Bill - how's it hanging?" Ingrid chuckled when he answered. "Really low - I have to worry about getting it wet when I stand at a urinal," he snickered in return. "You're the biggest bull-shitter I've ever met; I don't know how Pam puts up with you," she replied, this time actually laughing. "You're not the only person with that question," he laughed back. "Listen, Bill, the reason for my call is that I can't get ahold of Ben and he's a half hour late. You haven't heard about any traffic jams, have you?" "No, as a matter of fact, as you know, I take almost the same route home that he does for three quarters of our commutes, and the traffic was unusually light and free flowing today. It's strange, but I was about to call you to see if Pam is there because she was supposed to be home forty five minutes ago." "Maybe they're having an illicit affair," Ingrid giggled. "There's one way to find out," he chortled. "All four of us have iPhones with locator apps so we can check where their phones are." Actually, he was right. It was a feature that Ingrid had only used once before about nine months earlier, and she had forgotten about it. "Are you so paranoid that you check up on Pam all the time?" Ingrid giggled. "Hell no - I've never actually used it, but I know that I can figure it out. Just for fun why don't we both do that and call each other once we do," Bill suggested. "Suits me," Ingrid replied, and then hung up. She was surprised at how easy it was to use the app - she had remembered it being more complicated. When using the app, Ingrid got a gray dot - indicating the last location that Ben's iPhone had been before being turned off - on the map illustrated on the screen of her iPhone. The gray dot was near the intersection of Grand and 55th, a location that Ingrid wasn't familiar with but knew was roughly about halfway between Ben's office and home. She called Bill back. "Hey dude," she greeted him as soon as he picked up on the second ring," I know where his phone was turned off." "How do you know that it's off?" he asked. "Because the location dot on the map is gray. If it was green it would be on," she replied, feeling like a real techie. "OK - let's see; I'm having a little trouble - let me put the land line phone down a second," he responded. About a minute later he came back on. "Eureka - I've got a gray dot too - around Grand and 54th, a location about a mile from Pam's office." That was an "Oh Shit" moment for Ingrid. She was silent long enough that Bill said "Are you still there Ingrid?" "Yes...yes I am Bill. Ben's phone was last turned off at 55th and Grand," she snarled as much as said. Now it was Bill's turn to be silent. "What the fuck?" were his first words. "If those bastards are cheating on us there will be hell to pay," Ingrid almost screamed into the phone. "You got that right," he roared back. "We can't let on to them about our suspicions until we investigate this further, though," he said with a rare display of patience - or was it just intelligence. "I'm afraid that we'll find out that it is what it seems, though," he continued. "Let's each do a little research. I'll try and find out what's near 54th and 55th on Grand, and check for any unusual expenditures. You look for unusual payouts too, and see if you can talk to some people at Pam's office - I know that they always work late there - and see if you can find out when she left work," Ingrid impulsively spat out. "Gotcha," Bill retorted then hung up. Ingrid immediately did a Google maps search to see if she could locate any interesting buildings near 55th and Grand. After about ten minutes of searching, she located one - a Hilton Hotel at 5459 Grand. Just then the kids came barging into the den with a minor crisis, so she made sure to turn off the computer and then tended to them. She would have been seething and unable to actual normal around Ben when he got home if she hadn't been distracted by the kids. After Ingrid dealt with the crisis she made dinner - even though it was Ben's night to cook - and tried the best that she could to calm down. She actually was more interested in killing Ben than talking to him when he finally arrived seventy minutes late, but suppressing her impulsiveness and exercising the best self-control in a decade, she was able to pass her obvious angst off as problems dealing with the kids. "Hey, Hon - I'm really sorry that I was late," were Ben's first words as he sheepishly came into the house through the garage. "Something smells good; I'll take over dinner for you the next three times you're up," he said, as he gave Ingrid a hug and peck on the cheek. "Why so late?" she asked, trying to sound non-confrontational. "The traffic was a bear - there was an accident, then I got a flat. My hands were greasy so I walked to a nearby fast food restaurant and washed them off so that I didn't track any grime into the car or house," he said. "Obviously a lie," shot through Ingrid's mind, but she continued to suppress the impulse to blast him. During dinner Ben could tell that Ingrid was upset, but when she explained to him the minor crisis with the kids, and lied that she was somewhat delayed and had to pick them up a little late, he bought it. Ingrid went to bed early, complaining of a migraine - and she wasn't fibbing. The locator app information, the Hilton Hotel location, and his lies had actually given her a mild one - which she fortunately took medication for to cut off before it became debilitating. The mediation also helped her sleep - and she needed help with that. Fortunately, Ingrid was able to act basically normally the next morning. After Ben left for work, while she was driving the kids to school, she called into work for half a day's vacation. Then she returned home after dropping the kids off. Ben took care of most of the finances, but Ingrid thought that she knew where he kept the bills, and information about financial web sites that he logged onto, and the passwords for them. She located what she needed without much trouble - it wasn't under lock and key. Ingrid didn't notice anything suspicious on their two main credit card statements or in their checkbook register. However, there was an American Express card that only Ben usually used. She checked the last few statements for that and did locate some unusual expenditures for wine and flowers, and one for - the Hilton Hotel. The one for the Hilton seemed high for a one night - or more likely afternoon - delight, but then again she didn't know what the rooms there cost. She went on-line and saw a charge posted yesterday also for a Hilton Hotel. She called the phone number on the on-line statement and was able to ultimately confirm that the charge was for the Hilton at 5459 Grand in their fair city. Ingrid then looked for Ben's personal cellphone bill. While the individual calls weren't listed on it, it gave the website where they could be found. She found Ben's password for that website, logged on, and found at least two dozen calls to Pam's cellphone over the last two months, a couple late at night or early in the morning. Ingrid was livid. She printed out or copied the information that she needed, then found Bill's cellphone number in Ben's papers, one that she didn't have programmed into her iPhone. Bill answered right away. "What did you find out?" Ingrid blurted out. "It looks suspicious. There is an old credit card charge for a Hilton Hotel that I didn't know anything about, and a couple of other ones that I don't recognize. When I called Pam's office yesterday, one of her co-workers was there and said that Pam had left about two p.m., and when she got home she lied about heavy traffic and an accident," he gruffly replied. Then Ingrid told him what she had found. "They're fucking us over, the cheating bastards," he yelled. "Let's figure out what we're going to do," Ingrid retorted in a low angry voice. "And I want to do a little more investigating." Ingrid and Bill left it that they would meet on Saturday morning while Ben and Pam had the kids at the indoor community swimming pool for lessons, and share any other information that they had. On a hunch, when at her office Ingrid called Ben's just before noon. "He's gone out to lunch - you just missed him," his secretary sing-songed. "Should I tell Mr. Jamison that you called?" she asked. "No, it's nothing important. I'll just see him tonight," Ingrid replied. She then called Pam's office and got the same information, and gave the same reply. "Too coincidental," she swore under her breath as she took off for the Hilton on Grand. The Hilton was quite a distance from her office so Ingrid didn't think that she would beat them there, but by driving around the outdoor parking lot she saw both of their cars with their personalized license plates. Ingrid parked on the street two blocks away in a direction that Pam and Ben would not go when leaving the hotel. Ingrid got her camera and waited in a coffee shop across from the main hotel entrance, the door that they would have to exit to easily get to their cars. A half hour later - must have been a "quickie" Ingrid thought - Ben and Pam walked out of the Hilton, bold as could be, laughing about something. Ingrid got some good pics, especially when Ben touched Pam's arm on several occasions as they sauntered toward their vehicles. They gave each other a peck on the lips as Ben opened the car door for Pam and waved at her as she drove away. Then he got in his car and went in the direction of his office, but stopped at a fast food drive-through while still within the range of Ingrid's sight. "Maybe Pam's pussy juice didn't fill him up" she grumbled to herself. Saturday morning, both Bill and Ingrid insisted that Ben and Pam take the kids to the pool. They didn't fight it. Then Bill and Ingrid met at a coffee shop on the opposite side of town from the pool. Both Bill and Ingrid were seething as they exchanged information. They were convinced that their spouses were cheating with each other - to Ingrid and Bill there was no other logical explanation. "I need revenge," Ingrid snarled. "I didn't get it during my last marriage, but I will this time." "Are you going to divorce him?" Bill asked her. "It depends on how good my revenge is, and how Ben reacts to it; I would dump his ass immediately but for the kids. I may get past it if he pays the price sufficiently, but I'm afraid that Pam and I are through as friends. How about you, Bill?" Instantly Bill impulsively boomed back "I feel exactly the same fucking way." "Then what do we do for revenge?" Ingrid asked. "Since I'm done with Ben as a friend and you with Pam, we're not going to be interacting as families again. What I recommend is that we have a sex session, tape it, and at the opportune time show it to them and demand further dispensation in addition to our revenge fuck." "Fuck yeah," Ingrid replied in her usual impetuous rage. "I have a good buddy who has a studio just a couple of miles away. I'm sure that he'll let me use it tomorrow, when he doesn't conduct any business," Bill grinned. Ingrid got the studio location information from him and they agreed to meet at 2:00 p. m. on Sunday. Ben would be watching football, and Pam had talked about bringing the kids over to her sister's house for a visit, so it was likely not to raise suspicions. Saturday night Ingrid developed another - this time completely fake - migraine. "Hon, I hope that you'll be OK next Saturday night," Ben said with concern. "Don't forget that we're going out to dinner with your parents, and we already have Mrs. Jensen down the street willing to let the kids stay overnight there." "I'll be fine by next weekend, no worries," Ingrid responded, with the appropriate amount of angst to indicate a headache. **************** When Sunday afternoon came around, Ingrid - though still angry - wasn't as sure about her revenge fuck as she had been the day before. However, upon checking Ben's cell phone call list again and seeing another call to Pam she belted down about six ounces of bourbon and stormed out of the house about 1:30 yelling to Ben that she had "Some shopping to do." When Ingrid arrived at the studio, Bill - excited as a little kid at Christmas - was already there setting up a digital video camera. "Hi, sexy," he chirped, giving Ingrid a quick kiss on the lips." I hope that you're as excited as I am." "Maybe 'excited' isn't the best word," Ingrid replied with an awkward look, "but it is going to happen. That bastard Ben will pay for his adultery," she sniped. She saw a bottle of liquid courage on a table. "Mind if I have a swig?" she asked. "That's what it's there for," Bill chuckled as he continued to play with the camera. Ingrid took three swigs of the booze before Bill was finished setting up, and that - combined with the six ounces that she had at home and her anger at Ben - had her ready for some big time revenge. To Bill this was almost a dream come true. "I wouldn't mind Pam fucking around if I could tap this keg regularly," he thought to himself as he enthusiastically removed Ingrid's blouse and bra, exposing a pair of knockers that to him were unparalleled for a soon-to-be forty year old woman. With the camera rolling, Bill sucked on her deliciously elongated and chubby nipples while she undid his pants. Although Ingrid still had some minor uneasiness, she was smiling and hamming it up for the camera. Once Bill pulled down Ingrid's shorts and panties and started finger fucking her pussy she started getting with the program for real, not just for show. When she pulled down Bill's shorts and boxers and exposed a nice looking and girthy cock she licked her lips. Dropping to her knees, Ingrid looked straight into the camera and between sucks of Bill's cock mumbled "I hope that Pam sucks your dick as well as Bill's getting his cock sucked." Shortly Ingrid had Bill groaning loudly and he made his own eye contact with the camera as he said "Thanks, Ben, for cheating and allowing me to get your lovely, smoking hot wife's pursed lips on my throbbing cock. Oh shit that feels good." Once Bill started feeling his balls bubbling he could no longer continue to fondle Ingrid's consummate tits and moaned "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum. Don't let me waste one in your mouth - I need your pussy!" Ingrid obliged by getting on her hands and knees on a pad on the studio floor and facing the camera. "I hope that you fucked Pam as well as Bill's going to fuck me, you shithead, Ben-AHHH," she mumbled, barely getting her words out before Bill's girthy cock penetrated her leaking pussy. Bill seemed to be in hog heaven - no act - as he doggy-fucked Ingrid's snug pussy while simultaneously milking one of her floppy tits and fingering her asshole. Ingrid had no need for acting any more either as she pulsated her pussy as Bill energized it. Bill's eyes suddenly went wild, he grunted, and obviously shot his wad into Ingrid's invigorated cunt. Ingrid was disappointed that she didn't climax at the same time, but it still felt very, very nice, and she gave a great climax imitation. Impulsive Ingrid After Bill removed his cock Ingrid saw an opportunity for some additional humiliation of her cheating bastard of a husband. She quickly turned and started sucking on Bill's glistening cock. Not to be outdone, Bill turned her ass around and started tonguing his own cum out of her leaking pussy. After some more groaning and expressions of mutual delight, Ingrid dragged her ass up and turned off the camera. "Ready for another round?" Bill asked with a grin as she turned back from the camera. "What we did is enough to get our message across," Ingrid sighed. "Yeah, but it was fun too," Bill retorted, his grin still plastered on his face. "Certainly was," Ingrid said, forcing a smile. "But I need to get back. Now how do we each get a copy of the digital video you made?" "My buddy has a DVD burner right here," Bill said, getting up to his feet sporting a still half-hard but now clean dick. As Ingrid dressed, Bill played around with the disc burner, and made a DVD for Ingrid and one for himself. "Make sure that you delete the original on the camera," Ingrid cautioned. "Oh, yeah," Bill replied. After ten minutes of fidgeting, Bill and Ingrid concurred that the original no longer existed. "So what's your plan for showing the DVD to Ben?" Bill asked as he dressed. "We're going out with my parents Saturday night, and the kids will be at the sitter's house starting about five thirty. I think that I'll show it to him just before we go out," Ingrid replied with a shit-eating grin. "Wow - that's weird," Bill remarked. "Well what do you intend to do, idea-man? I sure don't want you tipping your hand before I show Ben," Ingrid replied with crossed arms. As Bill fastened his belt his wheels were turning in his head. After a lengthy pause he said "Actually there is some evil genius to your plan. The kids are gone, he has to make an excuse if he bails on the evening, you have some place to go even if he cancels out on you...Maybe I'll do the same." "You and Pam going out Saturday night too?" "Yes...yes we are, with the kids also shipped out for the night. Now what about your planned birthday trip?" Bill asked. "I'm telling Ben, when I show him the video, that he's got to cancel it. He's going to have to break it off with Pam and do everything in his power to win back my trust otherwise I'm going off the reservation!" Bill grinned once again. "Sounds like a plan," he chuckled. **************** Ingrid got through the next week on just smugness and adrenaline. She was so smug and charged up that she even fucked Ben twice, using him like a human dildo for her own pleasure and not carrying about him. She was a little surprised about how pleased Ben seemed after the two encounters, however. As he cuddled her she smiled inwardly about how her revenge would play out. Saturday night arrived. Ben got dressed and took the kids over to the overnight sitter's house. When he returned surprisingly Ingrid was already dressed - a good thirty minutes before they had to leave. She had a look on her face that was hard to read. "Ready to go already?" Ben asked. "Kinda of," she replied. "What does that mean?" Ben inquired, quite perplexed. "Let's have a talk. Sit in the living room, near the TV," she snickered. Ben was now even more perplexed. As he sat Ingrid paced back and forth. "Funny how your iPhone app put you at the same hotel as Pam, at the same time, Bennie-boy; that's what put Bill and me on to your cheating ass," she started out. "What the hell are you talking about?" Ben sharply inquired. "Just shut the fuck up and listen," Ingrid screamed, with a look bordering on hysterical. Ben folded his arms and decided he needed to just listen for a while and suppress his feelings lest Ingrid go berserk. Ingrid railed at Ben for the next ten minutes providing almost a closing argument type of presentation about all of her evidence of Ben's and Pam's adultery. Suddenly her frenetic aggravation turned to near-quiet. "I always regretted not getting revenge on John when he cheated on me. That hasn't been and isn't going to be the case with you, asshole," she said with an eerie calm. She turned on the DVD player with the remote and her fuck fest with Bill played out in living color. Ben winced and groaned as he watched the video. After Ingrid's fake orgasm he too suddenly fell into a creepy serenity. When Ingrid turned off the DVD, mustering all the sarcasm that she could, she said "Let's go have dinner with my parents - Dar-Ling; you can think about how you're going to make it up to me so that I don't have a repeat of my time with Bill - or do you want me to have as many fucks with him as you had with Pam?" Ingrid picked up her purse and headed for the garage. To her surprise, Ben didn't bail on the dinner, but got into the driver's seat and took off. The trip was frosty. Ben didn't say two words, no matter what Ingrid said or asked, until she yelled "This isn't the way to Portifino." "No, it isn't," Ben softly replied. "Your father called his afternoon and changed the venue for dinner." Ingrid was pissed when Ben pulled into the parking lot for the Hilton on Grand. "What type of demented fuck are you, Ben?" she snarled. "Taking me to your little infidelity palace?" Ben opened the passenger's side door for her. "I guarantee you that your parents are in the hotel," he said, suppressing his emotions. "Here - here's the car keys. If they're not there just take off and leave me behind." "With your little fuck toy?" Ingrid snarled as she snapped the keys out of Ben's hand and stormed toward the hotel entrance. Ben locked the car and followed close behind as he took out his cellphone and made a quick call. When they got into the lobby he ushered Ingrid toward a ballroom in the wing to the right of the front desk, and hustled her along despite her protests of "Where the hell are you taking me?" When Ben opened the door to Ballroom C and virtually pushed Ingrid inside the dozens of people under the twenty foot long "Happy Fortieth Ingrid and Bill" banner yelled "Surprise" and then started singing "Happy Birthday." Ingrid was overwhelmed. With lighting speed the thoughts raced through her head "Is this why Ben and Pam were meeting in the hotel? Is this why the hotel charges on the credit cards seemed high for trysts? Is this why Ben was calling Pam so often - only in the last two months? Oh shit!" Ingrid's parents, siblings, cousins, co-workers, and friends mobbed her. She started crying. They thought it was out of joy. They were wrong - it was out of guilt; overbearing guilt. The situation was repeated when one of their neighbors got a cellphone call and hushed everyone. "Bill and Pam are coming now," she said. Bill looked as stunned by the crowd yelling "Surprise!" and their rendition of "Happy Birthday" as Ingrid had been. As the evening wore on and all of Ingrid's and relatives and friends told of the small parts that they had played in helping Pam and Ben get the joint birthday party organized, as the DJ played Bill and Ingrid's favorite dance songs, and as the short slide shows presenting Ingrid's and Bill's lives from their childhood through the births of their children played on a big screen at one end of the ballroom, everyone seemed to be having a good time. No one either noticed, or made a big deal out of, the failure of Pam and Ben to toast their spouses after the slide show ended. Ingrid's dad and Bill's mom each said a few words and the guests toasted and then got back to revelry. A few gag gifts were opened; lots of wine was consumed; some of the guests wore the flowers adorning the buffet tables in their hair; all in all it looked like a great time. Only some really astute person would have noticed the failure of Ingrid, Ben, Pam and Bill to interact with each other; not even one dance by either guest of honor with his or her spouse, although Pam and Ben did dance a couple of dances but with facial expressions that looked more like scowls than smiles. The ride back to the Jamison house was even frostier than the ride there had been. A number of times a sobbing Ingrid would start to say "I'm so, so sorry that I jumped to conclusions, darling." Her words were met by Ben's icy stare. Finally after about the tenth refrain he snapped "You couldn't have talked to me about your great sleuth work, could you? You had to be ole impulsive Ingrid and take rash action without thinking things out, and worst of all without communicating. Well screw you and your bastard fuck buddy!" Ben stormed into the guest room when they arrived home, leaving Ingrid crying in the living room. Sunday morning Ingrid called her parents to thank them for their part in the surprise party, and to ask them to pick the kids up at the sitter's "So that Ben and I can have a little more celebration time together." Of course what she really needed was some way to get Ben to talk to her, forgive her, tell her what she could do to make things right. After ignoring her initial entreaties, and after finding out that the kids would not be back until two p. m., Ben finally was willing to listen when Ingrid laid prone on the kitchen floor, hugging his legs and sobbing as he tried to eat some cold cereal for breakfast. "All right, bitch, talk," he finally ordered as he lifted her off the floor onto a chair and shook her. "Ben, I'm so sorry," she started out. "Yeah, you said that last night. However, that didn't make you un-fuck that asshole Bill, did it?" he snapped. After a few more tears Ingrid regained her composure. "What can I do to make it right?" she asked. "Anything!" "I don't think that you mean 'anything,'" he retorted. "Yes I do; I feel so shitty not trusting you, not communicating with you, assuming the worst when you were trying to do a wonderful, kind, loving thing for me. Please, Ben; tell me what I can do?" "The first thing is never, ever, see, call, or communicate in any way with my former best friend Bill." "Of course, darling; I promise I never will. Nor Pam; I can't possibly look her in the eye after this." "The second thing is don't try to even touch me until I have had time to process this. No hugs, kisses, anything; I'll sleep in the guest room until I can come to terms with it." "OK, darling, as hard as it will be because I love you so much," Ingrid sighed. "Yeah, right," Ben sarcastically replied, resulting in a wail from Ingrid. When she regained her poise Bill had one more thing. "As I lay in bed last night, unable to sleep at all thanks to you, I came up with one more thing. It will show you how much you hurt me." Ingrid looked on expectantly. "Call up Sally Danner and tell her there's an overnight event that you can't go to and ask if she can take my place." That cut Ingrid to the quick. Sally Danner was a single acquaintance - not really a friend - of hers that always seemed to be flirting with Ben whenever she came into contact with him. She constantly seemed to be on the make and had the reputation of having ruined more than one marriage. "Do you intend to have sex with her?" Ingrid apprehensively asked. "Whatever happens, happens," Ben shot back. "No, please darling, don't..." Ingrid started to say before she was interrupted by Ben. "So 'anything' doesn't really mean 'anything' after all, does it?" he spat as he rose from his chair and started to leave. "Yes, yes, it does," Ingrid pleaded, standing herself and blocking Ben's way - although she was afraid to touch him. "You just tell me when." "Next Friday night; call her before the kids get home," Ben demanded. After Ingrid composed herself she did call Sally Danner. Sally was a little mystified by the call, but readily agreed. The next week Ben and Ingrid were wary of each other. They tried to put on a good front for the kids, and since the kids were young they didn't seem to express any unusual angst. On Thursday night Ingrid got up the courage to say to Ben, "Ben, if you do have sex with Sally, I...I...uh, I hope that you'll use a condom." "Like you and Bill did?" he barked. "Well...uh...the reason I ask is because Bill did not sleep around but Sally does, and...well...Please don't get something from her." "Go buy me some, then," he responded. Ingrid went to the drug store and came back with a packet of six condoms. Ben and Sally left for their overnight at a lodge about thirty miles away, where there actually was an event for Friday night and early Saturday morning. Ben left with the six condoms in a bag. When he returned late Saturday morning he left the bag where Ingrid would be sure to find it - with only two condoms in it. In fact, Ben had not fucked Sally, but had just put the other four in his suitcase. Initially distraught when Ingrid looked into the bag, her mood brightened when she emptied Ben's suitcase and found the four missing condoms unused in a pocket in Ben's luggage. She broke into a big smile and suppressed sobs of joy. She resolved to make it up to Ben, and never be impulsive again, or fail to communicate. Just to confirm that she was reading the situation right, and that hopefully Ben had not fucked Sally bareback, Ingrid called Janice. Janice was one of Ingrid's good friends and someone who was also friendly with Sally. Ingrid asked Janice to inquire of Sally's whereabouts Friday and get her to talk. Janice reported back on Sunday. "Did you know that she was at some overnight event with your husband, Ingrid?" Janice asked when she called Ingrid Sunday. "Yes. I couldn't make it and asked Sally to go in my place," Ingrid sheepishly replied. "Not real smart, girl, considering her proclivities. However, you'll be happy and probably surprised to know that despite Sally's efforts, Ben did not have sex with her Friday night and even made her sleep in a different room. She bemoaned that fact to me for ten minutes. She asked me if I thought that she was losing her touch, but then I reminded her that Ben was married and a straight arrow," Janice reported. Ingrid was so relieved, and promised to redouble her efforts to make it up to Ben. Wednesday of the next week, Ingrid submissively entered the guest room after the kids were in bed. "Ben; I know that you said no touching until you're ready; but I just wanted you to know that I'm available to do anything you want to please you." Ben's eyes involuntarily got wide as Ingrid removed her top to put her bountiful tits on display. "Anything?" he gently inquired. "Anything," she replied, staring at him. "A tit fuck and before I shoot my wad, up your ass," he nonchalantly replied. Ingrid removed her bottoms exposing her recently shaved pussy, produced a tube of lube from somewhere, lay on the guest room queen sized bed, and moaned "I'm yours." Ben did fuck her tits - but he got so into it that he blew his wad on her chest and chin. Not missing out on an ass fuck, however, after a short rest he had Ingrid suck him hard again, lubed up her asshole, and fucked her gently until she got used to him, and then zealously. By the next night they were sleeping together again in the master bedroom, and fucking with alacrity. ************************ Thursday of the next week, at the Hilton as Ben slowly removed Pam's bra and started to suck on her puffy nipples she giggled "Don't you ever want to eat at lunch time?" "The only thing I want to eat now is your pussy," he chuckled. "I'll get a fast food hamburger or chicken sandwich on the way back to my office." "You know that you're a fricking genius," she cackled. "I know, generally," Ben replied between mouthfuls, "but why specifically." "Well your plan to set up a surprise party for Ingrid and Bill at the same hotel where I inadvertently used my credit card instead of cash a few months ago was brilliant," she cooed as she undid Ben's belt. "Yeah, that was clever, wasn't it," Ben laughed as he started stroking Pam's ass and removing her skirt. "Plus it put us on to how we could slip up, so that from now on we will always leave our iPhones at our offices when we have our little luncheon fuck fests, and will now only use burner phones to call each other," he chortled. "Tomorrow will be the two year anniversary of when you first laid the wood to me, you know," Pam giggled as she played with Ben's balls. "I never thought that we could pull this off twice a week without getting caught - but I need your cock so badly I had to take the chance." "We almost did get caught, but we sure won't even come close again. Ingrid is now so trusting and willing to please we could almost fuck in front of her and she wouldn't believe that I was cheating, especially since I didn't fuck that slut Sally when I had the chance to," Ben laughed. "It's going to be so much easier now that we no longer socialize with Bill and Ingrid around," Pam moaned as she stroked Ben's rock hard cock. "Yeah, I won't be frustrated by looking up your skirt with them around and wanting to throw you on a table and fuck your brains out," Ben snickered. "Oh shit!" Pam then moaned as Ben stuck two fingers into her slit. Twenty minutes later she was screaming in ecstasy as he rocketed a full load of cum into her sweet pussy as she squeezed her powerful thighs around his waist and clenched her tight cunt on his cock. "Oh fuck; even after two years it feels better every time," she moaned before she was hit by orgasmic aftershocks.