11 comments/ 27500 views/ 16 favorites The Incriminating Dots Pt. 01 By: Cuckoldjim Jill was performing her nightly ritual when she heard her husband getting out of the shower. He walked in on her as she was reclined on the bed to examine her vagina. The sense that his gaze was fixated upon her provoked intense embarrassment and guilt. Ordinarily; Jill would not have been uneasy about Jack catching her with her fingers inserted deep into her vagina to check the position and condition of her cervix. Sometimes he would volunteer to make the observations for her. Such incidents often became a prelude to lovemaking. The current circumstances were different. She had been too tired after youth night at church to perform her ritual on Wednesday night and Thursday night had been "Wives' Thursday Night Out." The knowledge that her husband was watching made it all the more dismaying to discover that her cervix was high and almost fully dilated. The lingering evidence of her most recent shame made any attempt to evaluate her cervical mucous futile. Jack was elated when he walked in on his wife as she was examining her vagina. He had noticed her pantyhose draped over his towel bar, perhaps to remind her to hand wash them in the sink in the morning. It had been impossible for him to ignore the incriminating stain in the fabric of the crotch. Jack had also noticed that Jill had left a pair of dark stockings, a black garter belt, and a matching quarter cup bra draped over her own towel bar last night. The most plausible conclusion was that she had once again selected some of her sexiest lingerie to wear under her office attire Thursday morning in anticipation of her weekly "Wives Night Out." She was in the habit of participating during the weeks when he was out of town. The sexier lingerie had still been damp from being hand washed in her sink. The implications had provoked his arousal as well as his jealousy. Jack had also noticed the dress with the rather daring neckline draped over the chair by her vanity. He had not been oblivious to the implications. The more conservative skirt and blouse that his wife had been wearing when she picked him up at the airport was also draped over the chair at her vanity as if to belatedly obscure her more alluring dress. In spite of his suspicions, or perhaps because of his suspicions, it pleased Jack to see Jill reclining on their bed wearing only a lacy, demicup bra. It was far more revealing and alluring than the cotton, full coverage sleep bras that had become her usual bedroom attire since their child bearing years began. Jill's contortions as she examined herself had caused her big breasts to shift so that one of her large, dark, aureolas was partially exposed. Her bra slipped again as he watched to completely expose the other nipple. The sight of Jill's naked aureolas and nipples evoked vivid memory of watching her nurse their youngest an hour earlier. Their youngest had become a toddler rather than a baby with teeth and diminishing respect for his mother's breasts. It would be time to wean him soon. Given the perhaps not so unusual evolution of their marital relationship in recent months, the implications of weaning the baby frightened Jack but also aroused him. Jill struggled to remain calm as she finished examining herself then entered her observations of the position and condition of her cervix. She then entered observations of her temperature, mood and libido as well. The app took only a few moments to process these observations to estimate when she might ovulate. Given the condition of her cervix she did not need the app to know that it might be soon. When she closed the app, the numeral "2" had replaced the numeral "1" in the center of the wheel shaped screen widget. She had not been expecting that she would enter the more fertile phase of her cycle on Wednesday rather than n Saturday as the app had previously predicted. Jill was ashamed to realize that she had not yet entered a record for her most recent indiscretion. She hesitated for a moment, but the memory of Jack's promise that there would be no questions or recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful compelled her to be honest. Their pillow talks and that one, "hypothetical" conversation had not addressed the possibility that the periodic updates from her OvuView app that she routinely texted to her husband at the beginning of each cycle would become the herald that quietly confessed her repeated infidelities to him. However; Jill was almost certain that he had been noticing the no longer infrequent, incriminating dots. Was he remaining silent to honor his promise? The once respectable wife made an entry for last night's sexual encounter then another for this morning to acknowledge that her latest tryst with her most recent paramour had once again not been a singular event. She had in fact spent the night with him. Jill had blushed when their second youngest child had innocently told her husband that she had not returned home until breakfast Friday morning, but he had not questioned her about it. Jill hesitated before using the custom symptom that she had programed into the app years earlier. She had hoped that keeping a record of the all to frequent occasions when she failed to climax during intercourse might inspire her husband to adjust the positions he used to better stimulate her and perhaps have more stamina. She had not succeeded. Her most recent paramour had been blessed with a penis that was longer as well as much thicker than Jack's. She had shamelessly climaxed during that most recent, illicit tryst, repeatedly. Her most intense orgasm had been that morning when he caught her as she emerged from the shower. When Jill switched the app back to calendar mode, she was tormented by the darkly shaded incriminating dot that coincided with her final, farewell fuck with her latest suitor. It seemed to stare at her so accusingly. What would Jack think when, or perhaps if, she texted him the next update from her app in a few weeks? Would her husband understand that it hadn't been her fault? Would he understand that her suitor had so arrogantly lifted her up to bend her over the back of his couch so that he could take her from behind? How could she explain that she had been so overwhelmed by the orgasms that she had experienced in response to the sensation of that big, black cock thrusting into her that she hadn't thought about reminding him to be careful until she felt that final, seemingly undiminished wave of semen flooding her vagina? Jill blushed as she struggled to justify her most recent tryst. She had been less than honest by encouraging their children to presume that she was merely enjoying another weekly, "Wives Thursday Night Out" with the other women at the office. She had actually been meeting a client to show him a property then treating him to dinner while they discussed the possibility of making an offer. When Jack called home while she was out, their children had confirmed his presumption that their mother was out clubbing with her friends. She rationalized that while her husband had been mislead, she had not been deceitful. It had seemed harmless to celebrate the client's decision to make an offer by going out dancing, but the dancing had escalated to more than just dancing. The prospect of collecting a lucrative commission on a sale had once again compromised her judgement. It had been past dawn when Jill got home that morning. Jill blushed as she remembered how the need to nurse the baby had denied her the time for even a quick shower before changing for work. All day while she was at the office she had felt the lingering evidence of her most recent tryst seeping from her vagina to soak her pantyhose and pubic hair. Jack's eagerness to take a shower after his long flight had denied her the opportunity to shower before bed. She could feel that her sex was damp and sticky with the remnants of her tryst. Jill had been afraid that Jack would notice the aroma of sex when she picked him up at the airport but he had said nothing. He had been understandably eager to shower after a long day of work followed by the flight home, so she had not had a chance to bathe yet. She had even neglected to rinse her sex while Jack was showering. She could feel the lingering, stickiness in her vagina and she was afraid that the still pungent aroma of sex would reveal her shame. As Jill glanced over at her husband, she was relieved to see that his penis was obviously but unspectacularly erect. It shamed her to find herself comparing her husband's puny, pale penis to her memories of her most recent paramour's much larger, dark member. However; it was once again impossible to resist the temptation. Jack remained silent as he watched his wife enter data into her ovulation tracking app before joining her on the bed. He exploited her preoccupation to glance at his own smartphone. He was relieved to see that the numeral "1" remained on display in the center of the wheel shaped screen widget for the copy of OvuView that Jill had insisted on downloading onto his smart phone. On the rare occasions when people had noticed the icon and questioned him about it, he had joked quite honestly that it had become the tyrant that ruled his sex life. The sight of the screen widget for Jill's ovulation tracking app inspired Jack to open the most recent update. The first sight of the half dozen, darkly shaded, incriminating dots that coincided with the week that she had been away from home to attend a trade show had been alarming but not entirely unexpected. In recent months Jack had become accustomed to the discovery of incriminating dots that coincided with Jill's infrequent business trips. The pair of darkly shaded, incriminating dots that coincided with the Saturday night and Sunday morning when he had once again been unable to accompany his wife for symphony Saturday night had also not been unprecedented. During the years since he had begun the tradition of giving his spouse season tickets to the symphony, that had noticed that it was neither unusual or socially unacceptable for obviously married women to be accompanied to concerts by men who obviously weren't their husbands. Jill had been surprised that he had encouraged her to emulate them, but she had eagerly exploited his explicit forbearance. He had not been surprised when he first took notice of the incriminating dots that had belatedly confirmed his suspicions that his wife was also exploiting his implicit indulgence by allowing these extramarital dates to culminate with extramarital sex. The discovery of two pairs of incriminating dots that coincided with Jill's weekly, Thursday, "Wives Night Out" and the following Friday morning had been unprecedented but not surprising. He really could not condemn her for exploiting yet another presumed penumbra to his implicit indulgence. It was over a year ago when circumstances had compelled Jill to confirm his suspicions that "Wives Night Out" occasionally escalated to one of the wives allowing herself to be seduced by some stud that she had met while out clubbing. As he had explained to his spouse during that "hypothetical" conversation over a year ago, he was not going to tell her friends' husbands that their wives were cheating on them because any man who allows his spouse to go out clubbing without him should understand that he was enabling their possible seduction. As Jack closed the most recent update and set aside his phone,he contemplated more recent events. When he phoned home on Thursday evening, their children had informed him that their mother had gone out for "Wives Night Out" with her friends, again. The incriminating dots that Jack had noticed in the most recent update from Jill's ovulation tracking app had made it impossible for him to remain sanguine. However; his anxiety and jealousy had been accompanied by arousal rather than anger. He had spent the long evening in his lonely hotel room masturbating as he visualized his loving wife wantonly spreading her thighs once again so yet another anonymous stud could plunge his penis into her married vagina nil he flooded her fecund womb with his potent sperm. Jill's fear that her husband would notice the incriminating bruises on her breasts had compelled her to dim the lights in their room. When he joined her on the bed, her seemingly eager welcome was motivated as much by guilt as genuine desire. Fortunately; his eagerness to kiss, lick and suck on her big breasts was reassuring as well as arousing. Jill panicked momentarily when Jack began kissing his way down her belly towards her unwashed sex. However; this was not the first time that she had allowed Jack to make love to her while traces of another man's semen still lingered in her vagina. He had always seemed to be just as oblivious to the lingering evidence as her friends' husbands seemed to be, but never before had she not at least rinsed herself before honoring her wifely obligation to him. Fortunately, he once again seemed to be reassuringly oblivious to the evidence. Jack had noticed the incriminating bruises on Jill's breasts. The repeated discovery of incriminating dots in the periodic updates from her ovulation tracking app had confirmed that he should be attentive to such clues. The incriminating dots had also taught Jack to be cognizant of any nuances of the aroma and flavor of her sex. As he eagerly pleasured her, he became convinced that the next update from her ovulation tracking app would reveal a pair of incriminating dots that coincided with this last Thursday night and this Friday morning to confirm that his wife had once again succumbed to temptation. The pungency of her aroma and flavor also convinced him that at least one of the incriminating dots would be darkly shaded. While it always shamed Jill to allow her husband to make love to her while traces of a paramour's semen remained in her vagina, it was also a deliciously wanton indulgence that never failed to bring her to an exceptionally intense climax. It was almost as wanton and sexually satisfying as the actual act of betrayal. As usual, her husband seemed to be exceptionally diligent in his efforts to pleasure her. It always seemed as if her aroma and flavor provoked a premonition that he was competing with her most recent paramour for her affections which motivated him to be an even more generous lover. The husband continued to pleasure his wife orally until he was confident that her lusts had been satiated by repeated climaxes before he finally, tentatively positioned himself between her thighs. As had became so normal since the birth of their youngest, his entreaty was greeted by the sensation of Jill's hand frantically fending off his penis. She glanced at her smartphone to draw his attention to the screen widget for her ovulation tracking app. He was surprised and dismayed by the sight of the numeral "2" displayed in the center of the wheel shaped icon. Obviously; Jill's copy of the app had reached a different conclusion based on recent data that had not yet been shared with the copy on his smartphone. His dismay quickly morphed to even more intense arousal. Jack was not entirely surprised to feel Jill's hand guiding his penis back to her sex as she admonished him, "just be extra careful". Jack could count on one hand the number of occasions when his wife had been willing to defy the decrees of her ovulation tracking app during the years since she began relying upon it. All of these occasions had occurred in the months since he had been noticing the incriminating dots. All of these occasions had coincided with the later discovery of incriminating dots. The implications only affirmed his suspicions. As Jack eased his penis into Jill's vagina, it once again seemed to be exceptionally easy to penetrate her. He found himself once again asking the same disturbing questions. Had her most recent paramour been better endowed than he was? Had he been longer or just thicker? Had he been longer and thicker? Jack had not been oblivious to the dots for the custom symptom that Jill had programed into OvuView soon after she began relying on the app. She had reluctantly explained that this custom symptom enabled her to keep a record of when she failed to climax during intercourse. Jack had noticed years ago that the dots for this custom symptom that confirmed that he seldom succeeded in bringing his wife to orgasm with his penis. This had inspired his determination to be a more considerate and generous lover but to no avail. He had also noticed in recent months that the incriminating dots almost always coincided with a dot that confirmed that Jill's paramours had brought her to climax with their presumably bigger penises. Had Jill's most recent paramour brought her to climax with his bigger penis? Jill was shamed to find herself once again comparing the disappointing sensation of Jack's penis thrusting into her to the far more exciting sensations that she had experienced with her most recent paramour. It was not her husband's fault that her paramour was better endowed. If anything, it was her fault that her husband was not well endowed. She had not allowed the fact that Jack was unimpressive compared to previous paramours to dissuade her from accepting his proposal of marriage. Had she accepted Jack's proposal because he was not well endowed? Jill had rejected one proposal from a previous paramour because it had been under duress. As exciting as the sex had been, she had known that marriage to that stud would have become an adulterous disaster because he was a stud. Had she been motivated by some primal intuition that Jack's understandable anxieties about his unspectacular endowment would dissuade him from being unfaithful and motivate him to be a more attentive husband and a more devoted father to their children? Had Jack's anxieties about his unspectacular endowment motivated him to grant her his explicit forbearance along with his implicit indulgence? Did these anxieties compel him to remain silent? Were these same anxieties what dissuaded him from at least asserting his husbandly prerogatives by inseminating his unfaithful wife? As Jack continued thrusting into his wife, her indifference convinced him that he would once again fail to fully satisfy her. Resigning himself to this reality, he abandoned his efforts to restrain himself. Should he withdraw as Jill was expecting or should he assert his husbandly prerogatives by inseminating his unfaithful wife? Could he cope with the uncertainty if she did become pregnant? Eventually, it was fear of Jill's knee that had upon occasion chastised his groin for recklessness that compelled him to withdraw barely in time to squirt his semen into her pubic hair then onto her belly and breasts. Jack did not resent Jill's gratitude for the lovemaking. While she had once again not climaxed during intercourse, he had succeeded in giving her an orgasm by pleasuring her orally. More importantly, their more frequent lovemakings had become a ritual that assured them that their marriage would survive her escalating promiscuity. Jack was attentive as his wife habitually entered a record of this most recent lovemaking into her ovulation tracking app. He noticed that she recorded their sex as "protected" in spite of his recklessness. The next update from her app would have a lightly shaded dot that coincided with this Friday night's, homecoming lovemaking. Jack also noticed that as usual, Jill did not enter a notation for the custom symptom to indicate that she had climaxed. Jack got out of bed to put on his pajamas while Jill retreated to their bathroom to rinse away his semen from her pubic hair in an attempt to ensure that none of his sperm would reach her womb. As she removed her semen soiled bra to hand wash it in the sink, his curiosity compelled him to check her nightstand drawer. The plastic case was where it belonged. As usual, the plastic case was not empty. Jack quickly closed the nightstand drawer as Jill was finishing rinsing his semen from her belly and breasts. He said nothing as she returned to their bedroom, retrieved an unalluring sleep bra from her dresser to put it on, then rejoined him in their bed. The Incriminating Dots Pt. 01 Although Jack's mind was in a turmoil inspired by the visions of the incriminating dots that he expected to discover in the next update from Jill's ovulation tracking app, he soon yielded to jet lag and fatigue. Like most wives, Jill resented her husband's habit of falling asleep so quickly after making love, but she had always accepted it. In recent months, her guilt about her increasingly frequent infidelities provoked even more guilt in response to her resentment. She could rationalize that she might never have succumbed to temptation if her husband was less prone to fatigue or more capable of fully pleasuring her. However; such thoughts only provoked even more guilt. Her guilt made her even more reluctant to disturb him. As she cuddled up to her sleeping spouse, she reminisced about her first, fateful, adulterous seduction... The Incriminating Dots Pt. 02: Seduction That one pillow talk and "hypothetical" conversation with her husband had not prepared Jill for the reality of her first seduction. As she watched her boss' dark hands slide the keycard into the lock on their hotel suite, she was tempted to flee. Jill had been dismayed when her boss informed her that he had changed their reservation from adjoining rooms to a suite. Her husband had not been as displeased as she had expected when she told him about the change in their accommodations. He had assured her that her boss' explanation was reasonable and persuasive. More importantly, sharing a suite with separate bedrooms would not provoke a scandal, and if "things" were going to happen, "things" could happen just as easily if they were in adjoining rooms with a connecting door or even on separate floors. For the first night of the seminar, their relationship had remained professionally platonic. However; their dinner together this evening followed by dancing in the hotel lounge had transformed their situation. The sensation of cool air on the upper curves of her breasts and her sex reminded Jill that her boss had taken the liberty of unzipping her dress while they were slow dancing together. Her failure to object had encouraged the hands that had been caressing her butt during the last few songs to drift inevitably upwards to fondle her big breasts. Jill had protested when she felt him lifting her big breasts from the lacy cups of her black bustier, but he had silenced her with a kiss. She had rationalized her acquiescence with the thought that she frequently allowed potential paramours to take similar liberties with her when she went clubbing with the other women at the office during their weekly "Wives' Thursday Night Out." Jill had recalled her husband's failure to object to his own bosses taking such liberties with her at a recent banquet for his company. His reaction that evening had validated her rationalization that a bit of flirting, petting and even kissing was just innocent fun as long as it didn't go to far. That evening had allowed her to rationalize that allowing the men she met during "Wives Night Out" to take similar liberties with her was just innocent fun as long as it didn't go to far. The sensation of an extremely prominent bulge rubbing against Jill's belly and pubic mound had encouraged her to part her lips. She had allowed her boss' tongue to probe her mouth while his hands fondled her tits. As his tongue invaded her mouth, she had found herself fantasizing about his big, black penis invading her married vagina. When the kiss had finally ended, Jill had pleaded with her boss to zip her dress up. He had claimed that the zipper was jammed. The allegedly jammed zipper had provided him with a pretext to suggest that they return to their suite. She had demurely tucked her breasts back into the lacy cups of her bustier then held the bodice of her dress against her breasts as he escorted her to the elevator. The privacy of the elevator had enabled a second kiss. The embrace had allowed him the opportunity to lower her zipper even further. When their embrace ended, her strapless dress had slipped down over her wide hips to settle on the floor. Her boss had effortlessly picked Jill up and set her to the side so he could pick up her dress for her, thus denying her the opportunity to regain her modesty. The late hour had allowed Jill to rationalize meekly allowing her boss to lead her down the hall to their suite while she was wearing only her lacy, black bustier and stockings. She had decided to be a bit daring as she so often did lately by going commando. The elderly couple who passed them in the hallway had not been as disapproving as she might have expected when they saw her naked sex and breasts that were barely concealed by black lace. The wrinkled, gray haired lady's knowing smile suggested that she was unwilling to cast the first stone because she too was not without sin. Had she succumbed to similar temptation in years past? Did her husband know? As Jill allowed her boss to usher her into their suite, she briefly contemplated fleeing from temptation. Unfortunately; her boss held her dress. If she fled now, she would have to flee through the hotel nearly naked. The spectacle would provoke a scandal. Jill's choice was to either sacrifice her reputation or sacrifice her virtue. Her own lust encouraged her to rationalize sacrificing her virtue to preserve her precious reputation. During the few years since she had resumed her career after devoting a dozen years to being stay-at-home mom, Jill had found herself appraising her boss and speculating about him. The fact that he was almost a decade younger than she was and seemed to have a harem had allowed her to rationalize that the occasional innuendos and playful flirtations were merely innocent fun. Such a stud could not be truly interested in a forty-two year old mother of four whose belly was no longer flat or firm. While her big breasts inevitably provoked male attention, nursing her babies had caused them to become flabby and saggy whenever she was not pregnant or nursing. Jill's confidence that nothing would ever happen between them had given her license to appraise the often prominent bulge in his trousers and contemplate the reality that he measured up to the reputation that black men have for being extraordinarily well endowed. She was shamed by her eagerness to be seduced. The obvious lust in her boss' eyes eased Jill's anxieties. Her black bustier and dark stockings flaunted her womanly charms while obscuring her flaws. She hadn't had an opportunity to use her breast pump that evening, so her breasts were becoming engorged. As her boss opened the door to their suit, she folded the lacy fabric of the bustier cups down to flaunt her naked nipples and large, dark aureolas while retaining some support. The door to their suite was still closing as Jill knelt before her boss to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, she comforted herself with the memory of Jack's final words when he dropped her off at the airport. "If 'things' happened, there would be no recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." While Jack had not really given her his blessing to have an affair, his final words assured her that her infidelity would not be the end of the world or the end of their marriage. Jill focused on this rationalization as her boss' penis sprang out to slap her in the face. He was not a disappointment. If anything, Jill had mis-underestimated the bulge that had been rubbing against her belly and sex as they danced. He definitely measured up to both the reputation and her fantasies. His penis was more than long enough to grasp with both hands and she could not encircle it with her fingers. Her boss reminded her of some of the actors in the interracial porn movies that Jack had occasionally coaxed her into watching. As Jill parted her lips for the ebony phallus, the glittering of the diamond in her engagement ring reminded her of her wedding vows. This would not be the first time that she had performed fellatio on a man other than her husband since her wedding two decades earlier, but she knew that this time it would go beyond fellatio. However; her husband had assured her, "If 'things' happened, there would be no recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." Jill took her boss' penis as deep into her mouth as she could, only to have the realization that more than a hand's breadth of shaft still protruded from her lips remind her of how he dwarfed her husband. Jill would have liked to have brought her boss to orgasm by performing fellacio on him, but he had other ideas. For a moment she almost protested. Although she had been intimate with a dozen or so guys back in college, she had never gone all of the way with a black man. The realization that her first adultery would be interracial seemed to be more shameful than the adultery. The respectable wife and devoted mother merely giggled rather than protest as her black, boss effortlessly lifted her up to to lay her back on the bed then positioned himself between her thighs. She should have been grateful that he was gallant enough to say, "I have condoms if you're not on the pill." Jill had only briefly contemplated her options. Only a few of the guys that she had dated during college had insisted on using condoms rather than accept her willingness to trust them to restrain themselves. Jack had eagerely accepted her explanation that the unnatural sensation made it impossible for her to orgasm. They had added a diaphragm to their contraceptive arsenal during the middle years of their marriage but had seldom used it since it failed them. Jill suddenly regretted her decision to not pack her seldom used diaphragm. For some reason, the prospect of confessing to this stud that she usually relied on the "pull and pray" method was more shameful than her adultery. Habit inspired Jill to glance at her smartphone. She was dismayed by the sight of the numeral "2". The unneeded reminder that she was in the more fertile phase of her cycle made her betrayal of her marriage vows even more shameful. She pleaded plaintively, "I didn't pack my diaphragm because I wasn't planning on cheating on my husband." Her pious explanation seemed plausible and arguably true. She continued, "I sometimes trust my husband to restrain himself." Fortunately; Jill's boss merely chuckled as he eased his unprotected penis into her vagina. Jill climaxed the as soon as she felt her boss' big, ebony penis pushing against her cervix. She climaxed again and again during what seemed like an hour of relentless, vigorous pummeling of her sex. Eventually; a change in her boss' movements and breathing heralded his impending orgasm. The prospect that her boss would either forget or refuse to restrain himself provoked panic. Her panic provoked another orgasm. She was relieved but dismayed to feel him withdrawing to spray his semen into her pubic hair and gaping vagina, then elated to feel his big penis invading her again. His willingness to restrain himself assuaged her guilt while his recklessness provoked a profound climax. Jill was content to just lay under her boss, savoring the sensation of his erection gradually waning inside her. The sudden realization that she should be responding to his recklessness by rushing off to rinse any traces of his semen from her vagina provoked pangs of guilt as well as orgasmic spasms in her pelvis. When her paramour finally arose to retreat to the bathroom, Jill was alone to contemplate her adultery. She consoled herself with the memory of her husband's final words to her. "If 'things' happened, there would be no recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." How could she confess her sin to her husband? Seeking a distraction from this quandary, Jill reached for her smartphone to perform her post coital ritual. She opened the symptoms menu to record her most recent, sexual activity. She vacillated for only a moment before clicking on "protected" rather than "unprotected". Her boss had been somewhat reckless, but he had restrained himself. She also made an entry on the custom symptom to record her orgasm. Jill was suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to erase these entries when she thought about what her husband would think if he noticed the incriminating dots when she texted him the next, periodic update. However; Jack seldom acknowledged the periodic updates that she texted to him beyond recording when she had began menstruating in the copy of the app on his own smartphone. Jill once again contemplated her husband's final words to her. "If 'things' happened, there would be no recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." The entries that she had made would be her gesture of quiet confession to honor her husband's expectation that she not be deceitful. If Jack failed to notice the incriminating dots when she sent him the next update, the fault would be his rather than hers. This solution to her quandary liberated Jill from her remorse. When her boss returned to the bed, she eagerly reached for his big, black penis. The Incriminating Dots Pt. 03: Discovery Jack had been sitting in yet another lonely hotel room on yet another lonely evening, lamenting the escalating demands of his career that compelled him to travel so often when the fateful text arrived. His most recent business trips had been even lonelier than usual because of his lingering anxieties about Jill's recent business trip. He could vividly recall his last words to her before she left for her own business trip three weeks earlier. "If 'things' happened, there would be no recriminations as long as she was discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." Jill had said nothing alarming whenever she phoned him during her trip. She had said nothing revealing during the few weeks since she had returned home. There had been nothing strange about her behavior or demeanor during their weekends home together. If anything, she had been more affectionate and amorous than usual. However; her inflamed libido had further inflamed Jack's anxieties. The text was the periodic update from Jill's ovulation tracking app. Given Jack's anxieties about her recent business trip, he was relieved to see that his wife had finally began menstruating. The copy of her ovulation tracking app that she had insisted on downloading onto his phone after their youngest was born had made it impossible for Jack to remain oblivious to the rhythms of her body. He had expected her to be menstruating during his most recent visit home. Her failure to begin menstruating when the app predicted that she should had inflamed His anxieties about her recent business trip. Jack felt his penis swelling as he reminisced about how eager for sex his wife had been in recent weeks, especially the previous weekend. Unfortunately; the swelling of his penis was soon accompanied by a painful tension in his gut and groin. His waning libido had asserted itself during his recent weekend home, repeatedly. Jack had generously employed his lips and tongue as a surrogate for his stubbornly flaccid penis. Jill had even allowed him to use a few of the toys that he had gotten for her. The ticking of Jill's biological clock as it counted down towards menopause had been evidenced by a surge in her libido. It was as if she was experiencing a nova of sexuality that they were both eager to exploit. They instinctively understood that while her sexual desire might linger, her fertility was waning. They had agreed that they didn't want anymore children even before their youngest was conceived, but the prospect of no longer being able to procreate was depressing. Jack often wondered if Jill's insistence on relying almost exclusively on various combinations and permutations of the "pull and prey" method and her ovulation tracking app might be a gesture of defiance to this biological reality. It was not unreasonable for her to distrust her diaphragm. The contraceptive device had failed them at a time when they had been exceptionally diligent about using it. They had always been acutely aware of the often ignored statistics that reveal that such failures were common. Throughout most of their marriage, those statistics had allowed Jill to rationalize relying on the allegedly riskier family planning methods that she had always favored. The fact that there only unintended pregnancy had occurred during a time when she had been exceptionally diligent had allowed her to justify her insistence on relying almost exclusively on her ovulation tracking app combined with the "pull and pray" method since the baby was born. She had even delayed weaning the baby because nursing mothers were somewhat less fertile. Jill had dutifully gotten refitted for a new diaphragm after she had recovered from her most recent pregnancy and birth. She had also assured her doctor that she would discuss the possibility of a vasectomy with her husband. However; Jill had not been persistent in her efforts to nag him into getting his balls cut. Given Jack's waning virility, she had understood why he perceived the procedure as a threat to his masculinity. Jill had been keeping her new diaphragm conveniently close at hand in her nightstand drawer. However; it had remained seldom used. It was merely a talisman that allowed her to assure her doctor, her mother, her sister and a few friends that they were being careful when in fact they were flirting with the risk of pregnancy. Only during the last few days of his business trip had Jack finally allowed himself to contemplate the implications of his wife being so late to start her period. He had sought solace from his anxiety by concentrating on the the possibility that she would still be flowing when he returned home in a few days. While most couples avoid having sex at such times, Jack and Jill had always cherished the opportunities to make love without reservation or restraint. As Jack began to enter the date that Jill had started menstruating in his copy of the app, he became confused. She had began menstruating on the Monday that he left but she had delayed sending him the update until Thursday. Dismissing the delay as an oversight, Jack finished entering the date Jill's period had started in his copy of her app. The wheel shaped screen widget reassured him that while Jill would no longer be menstruating when he returned home, she would still be in the first, safer phase of her cycle. Jack reopened the most recent, periodic update to peruse the chart. As always, his gaze was drawn to the graphical representation of Jill's observations of the position and condition of her cervix. The image always evoked memories of watching his spouse perform her nightly ritual or perhaps examining her cervix for her. However; the graphical reminder that his fecund spouse remained potentially fertile as she matured had become an erotic fixation for him. They had agreed that they didn't want more children which was why she had for a few years become exceptionally diligent, perhaps even obsessive about using her diaphragm. The conception of their youngest in spite of her precautions had been unexpected and not entirely welcome. However; the awareness that they might be creating new life had always enhanced the eroticism of their lovemakings. As Jack continued to gaze at the chart, he yielded to the temptation to open his robe, exposing his penis so he could masturbate. It was a guilty pleasure that perhaps was not so shameful because his own wife was the source of his erotic fixation. He had long since abandoned his efforts to coax her into posing for boudoir photos, so these periodic charts had become the focus of his fantasies. Jack's orgasm was becoming eminent when he finally noticed the incriminating dots. The OvuView app included a feature that enabled a woman to keep a record of when she had sex. The updated chart that Jill texted to Jack as well as her doctor at the beginning of each cycle included a row of normally innocuous and almost always ignored dots that attested to their normally mundane, marital lovemakings. The half dozen, incriminating dots were obviously suspicious because they coincided with the workweek when Jack was almost always out of town rather than their weekends home together. Jack perused the incriminating dots more carefully then checked his calendar to be certain of his recollection. The incrimination dots coincided with the week his wife had been away from home to attend a convention with her boss. The position of the dots revealed if the lovemaking on a particular day had been in the morning or the evening, or sometimes both. The first, incriminating dot coincided with the Tuesday evening of her trip. Jill had phoned home to tell Jack that her boss was taking her out for an evening of a nice dinner and then may be dancing which might keep her out late. She had nervously asked him if he thought her little, black dress that she had packed to wear at a formal reception might be too risqué. The image of how the strapless style dress accentuated her figure and flaunted upper curves of her big breasts made Jack reluctant to assure her that it would be appropriate. However; he had been relieved to see her packing that little, black dress along with the bustier that she always wore under it because the other, simpler, wrap around style dress revealed far more of her deep cleavage and was prone to have a wardrobe malfunction. Jack had assured his wife that it was okay to wear the dress for an evening of dinner and dancing with her boss. That first, incriminating dot that coincided with Tuesday evening was followed by a second, incriminating dot on Wednesday morning. Jill's first, extramarital, sexual encounter during her business trip had not even an isolated event that had immediately provoked her remorse and repentance. The incriminating dots that coincided with Wednesday evening, Thursday morning, Thursday evening and then Friday morning suggested that his wife had been eager to repeat her adultery. Jack was relieved to see that the first, four, incriminating dots were lightly shaded. A lightly shaded dot indicated that the sex had been protected. Jill encouraged her doctor to presume that a lightly shaded dots on the updates that she emailed to her indicated that she was diligently using her diaphragm. The shameful reality was that she was relying on her husband to restrain himself. Jack became alarmed when he realized that there last two incriminating dots which coincided with the Thursday night and Friday morning before Jill's return home from the convention were both darkly shaded. While some women might classify sex as unprotected if their partner failed to use a condom or they failed to use their diaphragm, Jack's wife was less stringent. She would not classify sex as "unprotected" unless Jack actually ejaculated inside her when she was not using her diaphragm. The implication of the darkly shaded, incriminating dots was that Jill's paramour had inseminated her at least twice. Jack briefly wondered if Jill had rationalized that she could risk allowing her paramour to inseminate her because she was in the safer first or third phases of her cycle. However; the chart confirmed that his wife had been in the second, most fertile phase of her cycle during her trip. She had still been fertile when she returned home to her children and husband that following weekend. Jack suddenly understood why his wife had been willing to defy the warnings of her ovulation tracking app by risking intercourse with him during their homecoming lovemaking. Jack speculated about the circumstances of those last, two, darkly shaded, incriminating dots. Had her paramour simply become so overwhelmed with lust that he had been unable to restrain himself? Had his wife became so aroused that she forgotten to ask him to be careful? Perhaps the prospect of inseminating another man's wife without her consent had motivated him to ejaculate inside her intentionally? Did that second, darkly shaded, incriminating dot confirm that her first insemination had been voluntary or had she simply resigned herself to repeated inseminations after paramour had ejaculated inside without her consent that first time? These last possibilities evoked Jack's sympathy for his unfaithful wife. The idea of her paramour inseminating her without her consent made her adultery seem more innocent and forgivable. As Jack contemplated the incriminating dots, his attention was drawn once again to the single, innocuous dot that coincided with Jill's return home from the convention that Friday night. She had seemed nervous but eager as they made love. The realization that at least traces of her paramour's semen must have remained inside her vagina as he pleasured her orally provoked his shame. In hind sight, he realized that perhaps he had noticed, at least subconsciously, subtle nuances in Jill's aroma and flavor. Those nuances had seemed to inflame his desire for his wife rather than dissuade him. Jack's shame inspired him to seek solace in the realization that he was neither the first or only husband to not take conscious notice of the lingering evidence of his wife's infidelity. He contemplated the statistics that had been cited in a program on The Science Channel that he and Jill had watched together. Somewhere between one-tenth to one-half of all wives would commit adultery at some time during their marriage. Hundreds of millions if not billions of husbands had no doubt made love to their unfaithful spouses without noticing the lingering traces of their rivals' semen. Jack was still struggling to contemplate the implications of the incriminating dots when his cell phone rang. "Do you know yet if you will be coming home this Friday evening or will your business trip be prolonged again?" "Unfortunately; the project is taking longer than it should, so I had to rebook for a redeye flight that will get me home on Sunday morning. Why?" "The symphony has a concert scheduled on Saturday evening that I want to attend. I need to know if I should recruit a client to be my escort again. Treating a client to an evening of dinner and the symphony and may be dancing is an excellent ploy to seal a deal, but having to cancel on them because my husband returns home earlier than expected isn't." Not for the first time Jack worried about his wife's evolving custom of recruiting clients to be her escort to the symphony. They had noticed that it was neither unusual or socially unacceptable for obviously married women to be escorted to the concerts by younger men who obviously were not their husbands. Since he had been convinced that there would be no scandal, Jack had reluctantly given his own wife his blessing to emulate this custom. However; he had never been sanguine about it. The sight of the incriminating dots inflamed Jack's anxiety. Perhaps the incriminating dots in the most recent update from Jill's ovulation tracking app were not the first incriminating dots? Had there been incriminating dots in earlier OvuView updates that Jack had failed to notice? Now that he had noticed the half dozen, incriminating dots, would it really change anything in their marriage if there were more incriminating dots in the next update? Jack considered the implications. The fact that two of the six incriminating dots were darkly shaded provoked his concern. However; when he glanced at his phone, the familiar wheel shaped, OvuView screen widget assured him that Jill would still be in the safer, first phase offer cycle the upcoming Saturday night. She was unlikely to get pregnant even if her symphony escort inseminated her, either with or without her consent. Jack made his decision. "You should go ahead and invite a client to be your escort." Jack continued, treating him to a concert and dinner, and may be dancing, might let you make another sale." "You will not be worried if I stay out late?" "Our oldest daughter is mature enough to watch over her younger siblings, and now that she hasher driver's license, she can be their chauffeur." Jack hesitated before continuing the knowledge that his spouse was home rather than away on a business trip reminded him that her diaphragm was available. If she wasn't in denial, she might think to take the precaution of putting her diaphragm in her purse or even inserting it before leaving for the concert. "If things happen, there will be no questions or recriminations as long as you are discrete but not deliberate or deceitful." "Thank you," Jill replied. "I love you." The Incriminating Dots Pt. 04: Resolution This ends this series, perhaps mercifully. ***** Jack stood with their children in the pew holding his toddler as the congregation sang the morning's hymns. His attention was focused on his wife who was on stage with the praise team that was leading the musically impaired through the songs. Jack had always understood that his spouse remained an attractive woman in spite of the effect that repeated pregnancies had wrought on her once petite figure. To be honest, her belly was no longer flat or firm. However; her hips had widened and her once "respectably large," Cee-breasts had swelled a couple of cup sizes to give her a classic, hourglass figure that was reminiscent of the actress Jayne Mansfield. The recent evolution of their marriage had only enhanced his appreciation of her feminine charms. Jack had no doubt that the attentions of at least some of the other men in the congregation were also focused on his wife. Would they be even more attentive if they were aware of her recent promiscuities? Would they presume that it was possible that Jill might now be willing to allow them to enjoy her feminine charms? Perhaps they would realize that she would be uninterested in another, mundane, middle class, married, Beta male like her husband? Watching Jill play her clarinet evoked memories of Saturday nights lovemaking. She had been unwilling to risk defying her ovulation tracking app again. However; she had been eager to kiss, lick and suck on his penis rather than simply offering him the soft, warm embrace of her deep cleavage as she normally does so he could pleasure himself. She hadn't complained when he aimed the first, most energetic spurt at her parted lips. He was almost certain that she had even swallowed part of his ejaculation. The sight of Jill with the clarinet in her mouth also evoked speculations about recent events that had been revealed by the incriminating dots. Jack wondered if, and perhaps preferred to believe, that his wife had relaxed her inhibitions enough to perform fellacio on the paramours that she had been having sex with in recent months. This speculation aroused Jack because he was aware that her former boss, who had been promoted and transferred to the head office soon after Jill attended the convention with him several months ago, was a black man. Given the mildly racist attitudes that had been instilled by her conservative upbringing, this represented a more profound violation of her marriage vows. Some of Jill's wealthier clients who were professional athletes were also black. The possibility that such studs who must have their choice of women might be interested in his maturing, maternal wife provoked a sense of possessive pride. The sight of his wife with a clarinet between her lips inspired images of her sucking on their big, black penises until they ejaculated in her mouth so she could then swallow their potent, Negro sperm. As Jill concentrated on playing her clarinet, a dampness in her groin was an unwelcome reminder of Friday morning's reckless indiscretion. She would always drip for most of a day after being inseminated by her husband, but to still have semen seeping from her vagina a day later was extraordinary. Jill blamed herself as much as her most recent paramour for that uninvited and involuntary insemination on Friday morning. The experience of being bent over his couch so helplessly with her feet not quite touching the floor while he pummeled her vagina with his massive member had been deliciously wanton. She had instinctively recognized his intention to inseminate her rather than withdraw as she had requested when they first had sex on Thursday evening. Jill had dutifully reminded her paramour that he needed to restrain himself. She had even pleaded that she was getting too late in her cycle to be safe. However; she had been giggling rather than angry. She had made no effort to suppress yet another climax even though she knew that the flexing of her pelvic muscles would send him over the edge. In spite of their previous couplings, his supply of semen had seemed to be undepleted. The sensation of his massive glans pressing against her cervix as the wet warmth of his semen flooded her vagina had prolonged her orgasm which had only prolonged his ejaculation. The intensity of Jill's climax had been accentuated by the knowledge that her position combined with the contractions of her pelvic muscles would draw the Negro's potent sperm deeper into her womb. She had rationalized her recklessness with the thought that she might still yet be early enough in her cycle that she could be safe, only to discover later that evening that she really wasn't. She was now clinging to the forlorn hope that she was getting old enough that she could not conceive as easily as in the early years of her marriage. When the choruses and hymns were over, Jack watched intently as Jill bent over to meticulously disassemble her clarinet and pack it in it's case. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her position allowed the neckline of her normally demure dress to gape open, revealing the upper curves of her big breasts and her deep cleavage. Even from the third row pew, Jack could see a hint of her nipples and large, dark aureolas through her lacy bra. The demicup bra failed to fully restrain her big breasts, allowing them to sway and jiggle enticingly in response to her movements. As Jack watched Jill walk down the steps off the stage, he noticed that the sunlight from the stained glass window showed briefly through the skirt of her Sunday dress to reveal a brief glimpse of her legs. Memories of her customary choice in lingerie provoked a stirring in his groin. The sermon was prolonged that morning. More tellingly, the sermon was inspired by the book of Hosea and focused on his unfaithful wife Gomer. Hosea had loved his wife enough to forgive and redeem her each time she strayed. Jack and Jill were so embarrassed by the allusion to their own recent experiences that they were unwilling to look at each other as they listened to the allegory about a people that were unfaithful to God. Jack was introspective as they walked out of church and helped herd their brood into their minivan. As he gallantly held the passenger door for Jill so she could climb up into the seat, his somber mood was disturbed by her coyly parted thighs that revealed her pantyhose covered sex to him. Not long after resuming her career, she had allowed the other women at the office to convince her that wearing a panty with pantyhose was redundant. The word "pantyhose" did include the word "panty.". At first Jill had favored the more demure style of pantyhose that had a cotton panel in the crotch. However; she had soon developed a preference for the sheer to-the-waist style. Jack had never found the courage to confess that the knowledge that her sex was so nearly naked and so vulnerable under her skirts and dresses was intensely arousing. However; his silence had been eloquent. Jack's desire to rush home for a once customary, Sunday afternoon lovemaking was frustrated by Jill's suggestion that she wanted to take him and their children out for a nice supper to celebrate Father's Day. Jack had been compelled to eagerly accept her generosity. The thought of the bill provoked a moment of unease when she suggested Stanfords, but given the increased commissions that she had earned in recent months they could afford it. As Jill savored the respite from cooking for her family, the sensation of her sex becoming wetter as lingering traces of semen and sperm continued to seep from her vagina provoked her guilt and alarm. Memories of the sermon provoked questions. What if her recklessness resulted in a pregnancy? Would her husband presume the child was his, at least until she gave birth? How could they explain the birth of a black baby to their family, friends, and congregation? Jill was not finished with dinner when the baby vociferously demanded to nurse. Evolving societal expectations and legislation had allowed her to gradually relax her inhibitions about breast feeding their children in public. Rather than retreat to the privacy of the ladies room, she had merely attempted to be at least somewhat discrete as she unbuttoned her dress and lifted a breast out of it's bra cup to so her hungry child could suckle noisily while she finished her meal. A quick glance at her husband confirmed that he did not disapprove of her exhibitionism. They had never discussed it, but it had always been obvious that watching his wife expose her breasts in public however briefly to nurse a child provoked his arousal. Jill was bemused by their waiter's suddenly increased attentiveness about ensuring that they got drink refills. When the embarrassed but obviously aroused young man asked them about desert, she eagerly cited the need to allow the baby to finish nursing to justify accepting. She even teased the waiter and her husband by leisurely shifting the baby from one breast to the other while she ordered her own desert then waited until he had left before she settled the depleted breasts back into it's bra cup. When they finally got home, Jill's guilt about her recklessness enhanced her desire for her husband. She was more than receptive to Jack's overtures. She noticed that he was watching her intently as she stripped out of her church dress to stand before him in just her lacy bra and sheer pantyhose. Jill was not surprised when Jack grabbed her to push her back on their bed. The precedent of their lovemaking on Friday night allowed her to thoroughly relax as he kissed and nibbled her sex through the semen stained fabric of her pantyhose. When her husband grabbed the waistband, she eagerly lifted her pelvis so that he could pull the garment down over her wide hips and well rounded butt. She waited with eager anticipation as he pulled her pantyhose down her thighs and calves then completely off. When his mouth returned to her semen tainted sex, she grabbed his hair to pull his head close as she savored the wantonness of serving him sloppy seconds again. After seeing so many incriminating dots in recent months that had belatedly confirmed his suspicions, Jack was acutely aware on a conscious as well as a subconscious level of the nuances of Jill's aroma and flavor. He had no doubt that when, or perhaps if, she texted him the next update from her ovulation tracking app, there would be incriminating dots that coincided with the most recent Thursday night and Friday morning. Would one or both of the incriminating dots be darkly shaded to confirm that his wife had been inseminated by another man? Had her insemination been intentional or the result of her becoming overwhelmed by lust? Had Jill's insemination been involuntary? Had her paramour restrained her as he ignored her pleas to restrain himself by forcibly flooding her womb with his sperm? Jack would not want his wife to be injured, but the idea that her paramour had forcibly inseminated her made her apparent recklessness more forgivable. Jill savored the sensation of Jack's lips and tongue pleasuring her adulterous sex. The knowledge that lingering traces of her paramour's semen had been seeping from her vagina all morning enhanced the eroticism. It was not long before she climaxed but Jack was determined to prolong her pleasure. When her orgasms finally subsided, she felt him kissing his way up her belly to suck on her breasts through her lacy bra. The sensation of his erection pressing between her thighs revealed his hopes. She was not surprised to feel Jack tentatively position himself between her thighs and his penis nuzzling her sex when he moved higher to kiss her. Jill giggled as she reached down to fend off Jack's probing penis then glanced at her cell phone on her nightstand to draw his attention to the wheel shaped screen widget for her ovulation tracking app. The app asserted that they shouldn't risk having sex because she was four days into the fertile phase of her cycle. "We shouldn't risk it again," she warned. "Please," her husband pleaded. "It's Father's Day. I promise that I'll be extra careful." Jill giggled coquettishly then said, "I'm still breastfeeding, so I guess we could risk it, but only if the idea of my may be becoming pregnant turns you on." Jack answered his wife by eagerly plunging his penis into her sex. After giving birth repeatedly, she was able to accept his entire, unimpressive length with a single stroke. Given his arousal, it was difficult to restrain himself. The knowledge that his wife had strayed once again provoked a primal desire to reclaim her love by bringing her to climax with his penis. Unfortunately; it was becoming obvious that he would fail once again. Sensing her husband's struggle and turmoil Jill whispered, "I love you and I know that you love me.. Don't worry about me. Just relax and enjoy yourself." Jack abandoned his efforts to restrain himself. For a moment, he contemplated remaining inside her rather than withdrawing his penis so he could ejaculate inside Jill. His certain knowledge of her most recent infidelity provoked a primal instinct to inseminate his unfaithful wife. Jack vacillated, but for reasons he could not fully comprehend he withdrew. However; he kept his penis poised at her sex so that his semen squirted into her pubic hair and gaping vaginal lips. The knee that had on occasion chastised Jack's groin for such recklessness did not assault him. Jill just giggled then said, "naughty husband." She then retreated to their bathroom to rinse her husband's semen from her sex in an effort to ensure that his sperm would not reach her womb. Hours later, Jill was packing for another business convention when she heard her husband emerge from the shower. She soon felt his eyes on her and wondered if he might finally confront her about the incriminating dots. She was not certain if she should be relieved or disappointed when he said nothing. As Jill continued to pack, she was acutely aware that her husband was watching her intently. Although she was now wearing her customary bed time attire of a sleep bra and only a sleep bra, his interest would have surprised her a few months earlier. After nearly two decades of marriage, her routine, near nudity had become uninspiring to him. That complacency had ceased in recent months. As Jack watched his wife pack, he was once again acutely aware of her feminine charms. She was no longer as petite as she had once been. Her hips were wider and her belly was no longer flat or firm. Repeated pregnancies had caused her breasts to swell by a couple of cup sizes. However; they sagged pendulously when deprived of the support of a bra so that her nipples and large dark aureolas were even with her elbows. Watching his wife carefully pack her breast pump reminded Jack of why her recent infidelities provoked his arousal as well as his jealousy. Her more voluptuous figure exuded a sense of maternal femininity that was intensely arousing in itself. However; it made it impossible to ignore the biological implications of her repeated adulteries. The incriminating dots left no doubt that Jill was subconsciously flirting with the risk of pregnancy. Her recklessness had convinced him that her cheating was a response to her primal, maternal instincts rather than dissatisfaction with their marriage. By failing to withhold from her paramours the one prerogative that society expects that a wife should reserve only for her husband, Jill had convinced him that her adulteries were not deliberate. The discovery of the incriminating dots had dispelled the complacency that had evolved during two decades of marriage, allowing him to fully appreciate how alluring his spouse was. Her alleged flaws gave her an aura of fecund femininity that now provoked his desire. The knowledge that other men not only lusted after his wife but had mated with her provoked his desire for her as well as his jealousy. The awareness that her husband was watching her so intently made Jill nervous. She tried to remain calm as she contemplated her wardrobe. The selection of her customary business attire of either dresses or skirts and blouses required little thought. However; she vacillated about packing one of her little, black dresses so that she would have something more alluring to wear for either evening banquets or perhaps an informal night out. Although the attentiveness of her husband made her nervous, she selected the simple, wrap around style dress that was secured only with a sash at her waist. The plunging neckline would flaunt her cleavage and the long slit up the skirt would display her legs. Jill vacillated again as she contemplated her selection of lingerie to wear under her little, black dress. She could get away with wearing her normal office lingerie of a lacy bra and pantyhose, but a black bra would be preferable. As she rummaged through her lingerie drawer, her hands were drawn reflexively to her quarter cup bra. It was Jack's favorite because it gave her breasts the support she felt she needed while leaving her nipples and aureolas completely exposed. Not only would they be more evident through the clinging fabric of the little, black dress that she had selected, the dress' plunging neckline that displayed her cleavage was accident prone. The knowledge that Jack always seemed to be aroused by the knowledge or suspicion that other men had seen her naked nipples gave Jill the courage to pack her sexist bra. Rather than make the objection that she feared, her husband remained silent. His silence inspired Jill to return to her lingerie drawer to retrieve the black garter belt that matched the quarter cup bra and a pair of dark stockings rather than a pair of dark pantyhose. As Jill appraised the wardrobe that she had packed, she was inspired to return to her lingerie drawer once again to retrieve a white garter belt and two pairs of tan stockings. After a moment of vacillation, she chose not to pack any panties. If someone got a look up her skirt or dress, going commando would not be much more revealing than just wearing the sheer pantyhose that she habitually favored. However; her participation in the weekly "Wives Night Out" with the other women at the office had taught her that the discovery that her sex was naked and vulnerable would encourage a man's attentions because they would assume that their efforts to seduce her might be successful. Jill suddenly realized that her wardrobe and lingerie selection was influenced by her surging libido. It was no longer possible for her to deny her new reality. She had selected more revealing clothes and sexier lingerie because of her surging libido. She was overcome by the undeniable conviction that she would be extremely vulnerable to seduction during her business trip. It was almost certain that she would succumb to temptation yet again. Jack was watching his wife so intently that when she glanced at her smartphone to check the time, he knew that her attention was drawn to the wheel shaped screen widget of her ovulation tracking app. He said nothing as she hesitated, apparently realizing finally that she would be in the fertile phase of her cycle while she was out of town. When her gaze shifted to her nightstand drawer where she kept her diaphragm, he found an excuse to look away. He listened as Jill furtively opened the drawer then walked to her still open suit case. He turned just as she was preparing to tuck the once familiar plastic case in a pouch. Jill finally realized that her husband was watching just at the worst possible time. The simple act of packing her diaphragm was an undeniably incriminating indication of her intentions. She responded by stammering, "better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it, again.". After so many months of relying on the incriminating dots to confess her adulteries, her verbal confession was intensely humiliating yet liberating. The Incriminating Dots Pt. 04: Resolution Jack's penis was reviving from their earlier lovemaking as he replied, "better that you need it and not have it again then have some anonymous paramour presume that you have it because you are in the habit of needing it when you are away from your husband." Jill plaintively asked, "doesn't the thought of me being so reckless bother you?" "No," Jack stammered. "I guess your recklessness reassures me that your trysts are not deliberate. Besides, your diaphragm has not been perfectly effective for us. You are probably just as safe or may be even safer if you just rely on a guy to restrain himself." Jack gently took the plastic case from Jill's trembling hands then tossed it aside before taking her in his arms. Their kiss was deep but inspired more by love rather than sexual desire. Within moments, Jack was eagerly pleasuring his wife orally once again. Although he lingered, he was not as determined to bring her to orgasm in an effort to win her affections. Her verbal confession had inspired his desire to reassure her that he still loved her and cherished her. This time, Jill made no effort to rebuff her husband's efforts to get his penis into her vagina. As he began to thrust into her with languid strokes she said, "you realize that other men are not as diligent about restraining themselves as you are." "If your paramours fail to pull out, the sin is theirs, not yours," Jack assured her. "May be you shouldn't restrain yourself. You're my husband. Your sperm should have at least a chance to fertilize me." Jack responded by withdrawing just as he was beginning to ejaculate. The simple, routine act of spilling his seed uselessly on Jill's belly and breasts in spite of her adultery was profoundly and humiliatingly erotic. He kissed his spouse deeply then said, "my opportunity to inseminate you will have to wait until you have been inseminated by another man."