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A Cheater Caught, Chapter 1 free porn video
I suppose I should start my story with a little introduction and some background. Well, my name is Robert Johnson and my wife, Debbie, and I have been married now for 15 years. We met in college, both of us attending Texas A&M. I was going for my BS degree in Computer Information Systems, while she was getting her Bachelors degree in Nursing. Actually, we met at a Spring Break party in Galveston (neither of us had the money to take the typical Florida or Mexico trips). We were considered by all our friends to be "the perfect couple" and I think a few of them were even a little bit jealous how we got so close so quickly!
Debbie is a knockout, standing five foot five inches tall with long brown hair, soft brown doe eyes, and a very sexy 36-24-34 body. She has well-rounded and firm C cup breasts with thick, sensitive nipples that get hard as diamonds with the least little stimulation. She has long, lean legs and a tight firm ass that begs to be grabbed.
With a hottie like Debbie as my girl, it only stood to reason our sex life was amazing. She was playful and adventurous, and we enjoyed many wild sexual exploits. I say enjoyed because later on things cooled down for us some. During our senior year of college, we decided to live together and after we graduated we moved to San Antonio to be closer to her family. I landed a good job with a growing IT company, and she went to work for one of the hospitals in San Antonio. We got married shortly after, and for the next 14 years we had a wonderful life together.
It was last March when our happy home was shaken up. I was at a conference in Dallas when, after my company's presentation, I decided to forgo the rest of the conference and come home a day early to my wife. I had decided for convenience sake to fly rather than drive - it would save several hours of driving and I wouldn't have the hassle of driving and parking in downtown Dallas!
I left my car in the garage where it would be safe so when I flew back to San Antonio, I just took a cab back home. I got there about 4:30 in the afternoon that Saturday. I knew Debbie wasn't working that day, so I was a bit surprised when I walked in and no one was home. But her car was gone so I figured that she had gone to the store or something. No problem, I thought I would just wait for her to come home. It would be a nice surprise when she came home and I was waiting for her.
I went to the refrigerator and got out a beer. I noticed that I was running low - I only had two beers left. At first I didn't think anything of it, but as I sat there in the living room drinking my beer and watching the news, I started thinking that I was sure I had most of a six-pack still in the fridge when I left. And I knew Debbie wouldn't drink them; she wasn't the beer drinking type. She liked wine coolers when she drank, which wasn't that often anyway. The fact that I was so low puzzled me, but I finished my beer and tried not to worry about it too much. I'd just pick up more the next time we went to the store.
I polished off my beer and went to throw the empty bottle in the trash and that's when my world came crashing in on me. There sitting in the kitchen trash can was an empty box of Trojans!
I couldn't believe it! I didn't want to believe it. I stood there staring at the evidence, hoping that my eyes were tricking me and it was just a box of something else - anything else. But as I stared at it, it didn't change. Finally I regained my wits and went into the bathroom. I looked in the trash there and sure enough, I found a used condom in the bathroom trash can.
I felt my heart jump into my throat. Who was he? Was she with him right now? Immediately, I felt a rage, and if I had any idea who she may be fucking around on me with, I would have run out the door to confirm my instinct and beat the hell out of this asshole. Had my beautiful wife of 14 years been unfaithful to me? I was almost sure of it.
Emotions ran wild as I tried to stay composed. That cheating bitch! How dare she! I got out my last beer and sat down on the sofa to try to sort through this. I began thinking... sure our sex life hadn't been as wild and free-spirited as it was when we first met. But we were just a couple horny kids back then. We had jobs now and responsibilities. And with us both working, we didn't have the time that we did back then either. And yes, I will grant you, that I had been putting in a lot of hours at the office, but she worked as well. And it's not like we never did it - I thought our sex life was better than a lot of people that we knew. Hell, half our married friends were either divorced or headed that way! And our single friends weren't faring much better.
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I had to do something. I wanted to catch this sonofabitch dead to rights so I could justify beating him to a pulp. I could claim "temporary insanity" or some such thing when it went to court. So I devised a plan. I picked up my suitcase and stashed it deep in the closet where it wouldn't be easily seen. Then I picked up my beer bottles and tossed them in the trash can outdoors so she wouldn't see them inside.
I put everything back in the house just the way I had found it, and left in a cab I had called. I went to a car rental place and picked up some old beater car - something that would blend in easily - and grabbed a bite to eat. I wanted to make sure I caught them right in the middle of the act, so I stayed away for a bit. When I thought she should be home, I drove by the house in the rental car and sure enough, I saw the house lights on! I went around the corner and parked the car where it wouldn't be seen from the house, then walked back, taking the alley behind our house.
I quietly unlocked the back door and slipped inside. I made my way cautiously to the bedroom where I could see light coming from under the door. I had to be careful - the old house had a few creaks in the floor, but I knew where they were and was able to avoid them. As I got closer to the door, I could hear the distinct sound of my wife... and I couldn't believe my ears!
"Oh fuck yes! Yes! Give me that fucking cock! Shove that big fat cock into my cunt hard, baby! Fuck me... fuck me hard!" she was moaning.
Now in all the time Debbie and I had been together, I had never heard her talk like that when we made love. I tried to get her to talk dirty, but she thought it was silly and considered it overacting and something only pornstars did to make their movies sell. But here she was, crying out like a two-dollar whore! I listened for a couple moments until I heard her again.
"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum, please! Please make me cum on your big cock!" she cried loudly. As her cries turned into the wail of her orgasm, I busted into the room to confront them and received yet another shocker.
Debbie was with another woman!
"What the fuck is going on in here?" I hollered as I opened the door. Both women screamed and Debbie sat bolt upright, covering herself with the sheet. The other woman nearly fell out of bed trying to hide herself and I stood there in the doorway with my jaw on the floor, unable to believe what I was witnessing. My wife was cheating on me... with another woman?
"ROBERT!!" she screamed, "What? How? When did you get back?"
"Never mind me, explain all this! What the hell is going on Debbie?" I demanded.
I stood there for a moment looking at the two of them... Debbie, sitting upright, covering herself pathetically with the sheet, while her partner in crime stood next to the bed with her back to the wall and the blanket around her naked form. Both of them had a look of sheer terror on their faces, as if I was holding a gun on them both.
I didn't wait for her excuse. I turned and walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, my mind reeling from what I had seen. I was sitting there, staring at the blank screen of our TV, when Debbie came in and sat next to me.
“Baby,” she said, “I’m so sorry… I don’t know… no, never mind. Fuck it. Nothing I can say will ever change what I did or make it better. But I love you, I really do. Whatever I can do to try and make it up to you… I will.”
"How long?" was all I said. I didn't even look at her, I just kept staring at the turned off television.
"About six months. It started back in August. I met Jenny at the gym and we just hit it off so well..." she said.
I had noticed the wonderful changes in her. I was pleased when she joined a health club and lost a few pounds. I was glad to see the new happy disposition and to help her celebrate losing the weight, I let her go out and buy a bunch of new clothes. She looked more beautiful at age 34 than she did in college.
"Jenny, huh? So is Jenny the only one?" I asked.
Debbie didn't answer right away. She sat there, biting her lip until I looked at her. "Well?" I said demanding an answer.
"No. There were others," she said softly, hanging her head and looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"Oh? How many others?" I asked.
"Robert I'm sorry, I never meant..." she started to say.
"HOW MANY?" I repeated, yelling at her and pounding my fist on the sofa arm. This startled her - I never yell at her so when I did, it frightened her and she started to cry.
"Two... two others," she said.
"And who are they? These other two that you cheated on me with?" I asked.
"Matthew Hendricks from the gym... and Billy," she said.
"Billy? Billy Donaldson... the guy I work with?" I asked.
"Yeah. But he was only the one time!" she said.
"When was this one time?"
"That time you went to the convention in Chicago. My car broke down and Billy was kind enough to come get me and bring me home. Then he took me to the store the next day so I could get some groceries," she explained. I remembered that incident, but I didn't know that her and Billy had hooked up.
"I have to leave," I said, and I got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom. I took out the suitcase that I had used for my trip and stashed in the closet. I got out a smaller one and put a few things in it as well. Then I took them both into the living room. Debbie watched as I gathered my things.
"Where are you going to go?" she asked through her tears.
"I don't know. All I know is that I can't be here right now," I said. I took the suitcases to my car still in the garage. After loading them up and pulling out of the garage, I went back inside once more to get my cell phone and coat. After I had them, I turned to leave.
"Please Robert! Please don't leave me!" she cried, throwing her arms around my neck. I was numb by then and just peeled her off me and walked out the door, leaving her sobbing.
Fortunately for me, March in San Antonio is not really tourist season. Although we have tourists here year round, the biggest influx wasn't to happen for a couple months yet, so hotel rates were low. I still wasn't ready to get an apartment, I just knew I couldn't sleep at home right then. I found a decent place - nothing too fancy, but it was clean and quiet. After I put my suitcases on the bed, I decided to go get something to eat.
The next few days were awful. I went to work and when I wasn't working, I was in my temporary home at the hotel. Neither place gave me much respite - I couldn't think about anything except Debbie and her affairs. I still hadn't decided what to do.
My mind was swirling with thoughts: should I divorce her or forgive her. After so many years together, I couldn't give her up just yet - I still loved her. Our families would be hurt if we broke up. My family had met her and loved her. And her family, living a lot closer to us, had taken me as their son. What should I do? Let me tell you, there was more than a few sleepless nights back then.
My decision was made for me when after a couple weeks, I received a panicked phone call on my cell phone voicemail. I had gotten a call or two from Debbie over the past few days - both of them begging me to come home and promising me that it will never happen again. I wasn't ready at that point to come back and face her.
But this phone call wasn't from Debbie, it was from her mother, Diane. "Robert, I know you and Debbie are having problems right now, but she needs you. My mother, her grandmother, died a couple days ago and Debbie is in a bad way about it. She could really use you right now. That's all I'm going to say about it." was the message on my voicemail.
Well, I was hurt by what Debbie had done to me, but I wasn't a heartless bastard. As soon as I got the message from her mother, I called Debbie up.
"Hello?" she said, answering the phone. I could hear in her voice that she had been crying.
"It's me. Your mom called and told me what happened. I'm sorry about your grandmother," I said.
"Oh Robert!" she broke down crying, "What am I going to do? First I lose you, and now my grandmother! My world is crashing down around me, and I don't know what to do!"
"Just stay there, I'll be right over," I told her.
"Okay... thank you Robert," she said.
I went over to the house and I felt strange knocking on my own front door. Debbie answered the door and then stepped aside, inviting me in without words. As soon as the door closed though, she broke down, throwing her arms around my neck and sobbing uncontrollably. I held her for a few moments until she was done, and then helped her into the living room and sat her on the sofa.
"Do you want a drink or something? I asked her.
"No, but if you want I put some beer in the fridge," she said. I went and got a beer and brought her a glass of water, even though she didn't ask for it.
I sat there for a bit not knowing really what to say and not wanting to be cliche' with some "It'll be all right" or "At least she isn't in pain anymore." statements. You never really know what to say at moments like this, and saying the wrong thing can do more harm than good. I just held her hand and was there for her... I let her decide what she needed.
Finally after a couple minutes of uncomfortable silence, she turned to me and put her hand on top of mine.
"Robert, can we... talk about us?" she asked softly, looking down as she spoke.
"Yeah I suppose we should," I said.
"Robert, I am so, so sorry about all of this. It was awful when you left me in the house alone. I cried all that night and all the next day. In fact I've been crying ever since. Please come home... I really need you and now more than ever."
"Well Debbie, I would be lying if I told you I haven't thought about this too, and before I decide what to do, I have some questions I want answers to and I want the truth," I said.
"Of course, Robert. I don't want to lie to you. I just want us to get past this," she said.
"Okay, my first question, obviously, would be why did you do it? And who was the first person?" I asked.
"The first one was Billy. I told you when that was - when you went to Chicago. As for why, I don't know. You were gone and I was lonely. Billy was very nice and we just..." her voice trailed off.
"That must be why he put in for a transfer to another office. He told me it was a promotion, but I found out later it was his doing. I never knew why. He must have felt so guilty that he couldn't face me anymore, so he left," I reasoned.
"Probably. Anyway it was only the one time," she said.
"And what about this guy from the gym... Matthew Somethingorother, what about him?"
"Matthew Hendricks. Well I've seen him a few times since I started going to the club."
"A few times? How many is a few times?" I asked.
"I don't know, five or six maybe," she said. "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
"No, I don't want to hear about any of it. But I have to if I am going to figure out how to deal with it," I said. "So when was the last time you saw him. Recently I suppose, judging from the condom box in the trash and the used rubber in the bathroom trash."
"Oh you saw those? Well actually it's been a couple weeks since I last saw Matthew. I just hadn't thrown the box away yet. And the used rubber was one of the ones we used on Jenny's dildo. I didn't want to get anything. Jenny is a sweet girl and a good friend, but she has other lovers as well, and I didn't want to get anything from her dildo."
"I see. Since when have you played for the other team anyway? I never knew you were into girls," I asked.
"Well Robert, we met as juniors in college - I did have other experiences before you. My first time with a girl was in high school. And I found I liked it too. I hadn't done it with a girl since high school, and then I met Jenny and it just kind of came natural."
"So I'm assuming here that you and Jenny have... more than once?" I asked.
"Yeah, we have been together a few times," she said.
"Okay, so let me see if I know the score here... you were with Billy once, with Matthew five or six times, and with Jenny a few times, right? So is it safe to assume that on average, you cheated on me once a month or more often than that?" I asked, trying to pin down the frequency of her indiscretions.
"Yeah, something like that. If you averaged them out, I suppose. But sometimes I would go awhile without, and then I would do it a couple times. It varied."
There was another long, uncomfortable silence as I tried to assimilate what she had told me. This had caught me completely off guard, and I was trying to make some kind of sense out of it all. Debbie and I had a pretty good sex life - at least I thought we had - and even though we both worked, we still tried to make time whenever we could to enjoy each other. The idea that she had to look elsewhere for her satisfaction was strange and a little bewildering to me. I mean, she had never complained about a lack of intimacy or being unhappy with the sex we had. I really didn't see this one coming.
"Okay, so my next question then is why? Why did you feel you needed someone else? Weren't you happy with the way we were in bed? Was I doing something wrong? Or not doing something I should have?" I asked.
"No Robert, you are fine! You are great in bed, it's just that... well, I needed something more."
"Something more? What the hell is that supposed to mean Debbie?" I asked.
"Robert, first and foremost, know that I love you - I always have and I always will. But I think I have a problem... Oh God, I feel so ashamed in admitting this! Honey, I'm so sorry but there's something you need to know about me. I-I'm a sex addict," she said.
"A WHAT?" I said. "Bullshit! I catch her in the act, and her defense is some made up sickness!" I first thought. Still, I wanted to hear what this phony addiction was.
Her tone changed slightly, and it was like a different person started to speak. She said, "It's true, Sweetheart. Before I met you, I was a real slut. I would do it with just about anyone, anytime. I talked to a few counselors and even went to a shrink for awhile to try to control my addiction. I thought I had overcome it, and for a long time I was able to keep it in check. But when I got this job and the pressures of being a wife and working and... oh I don't know, I just started having those feelings again. Then that day, the car broke down and Billy came to my rescue. He was so nice and so helpful, I just fell into it again."
She sat there on the sofa sobbing into her hands. I didn't know what to do. Debbie had never lied to me before, so I had no reason to think she was lying about this now.
"Please forgive me, Robert. I know I'm so perverted, but I get so turned on sometimes I can't help myself. Please, I don't want to lose you... I don't want a divorce. This is just innocent lust, that's all, I don't love any of these other people."
"So when you are with these others, do you...? I asked.
"Do I cum? Oh yes and it's incredible! I don't know what it is, maybe it's the danger or maybe it's the naughtiness of it, but when I am with someone else, my orgasms are unbelievable!" she said, excitedly.
"Oh?" I said, getting a bit angry at her obvious enjoyment of this situation.
"No, Robert, it's not like that. I love you and nothing is ever going to change that. And I don't mean that these others are better than you. It's the situation, not the individual, that makes it so great - can you understand that?"
I was trying to. This was a lot to take in all of a sudden though. I mean, it was only a couple days ago I was on my way home and happy to be coming home to my wife and surprising her. But it turns out the surprise was on me!
As she talked, my anger waned; replaced by lust. I really don't know why, even to this day, but as she told me of her exploits, my cock began getting harder and more excited!
Debbie noticed the change in my demeanor, and seemed to genuinely enjoy telling me about her "addiction". I was still mad, no doubt about it, but I had to ask her the nagging questions that burned inside of me.
She noticed my apparent erection growing and threatening to break out of my pants.
"Do you want me to show you my new talent?" she asked, smiling sweetly. The bitch! She was trying to soften me up by using sex! I was about to say something, but before I could formulate an answer, she dropped to her knees on the floor. She rubbed my hard bulge and then gripped it, squeezing it in her hand a bit. "I see somebody wants to come out and play... shall I keep going?" she asked.
"Damn," I thought, "she owes me a lot more than a quick apology fuck, but shit, this is something I always dreamed about." And as turned on as I was at the time I would have taken just about any kind of sex!
"Yeah. Let's see this addiction," I told her sarcastically. I still didn't believe a word of what she was telling me, but I wanted to see how far she would go with this charade. She sighed and worked at my zipper. She peeled my pants down to my ankles as she knelt in front of me - eye level to my now tenting boxers.
"Mmm, it seems someone is anxious to come out to play!" she smiled. She pulled down my boxers just enough for the tip to peek out over the elastic. "Well hello there! Would you like to play with my wet pussy?" she cooed.
Was this my wife? She never spoke so lustfully. The Debbie I knew never even said the word pussy before... it was "down there" when she referred to her sexual area. She pulled my boxers down just enough so the mushroom cap was sticking out, then she leaned forward and gave it a soft kiss. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! My Debbie never put her mouth on my cock, saying that she would never put her mouth on something I pissed with!
I was totally dumbstruck. She continued, taking off my pants and shorts carefully and setting them on the floor. I stood there in front of her, naked from the waist down with my nervous, yet eager, cock fully hard and bobbing in the air. I was afraid that she would return to her old self, act disgusted, and stop - she had pulled that one on me more than once. She liked to get me all hot and bothered and then "change her mind" and leave me with a raging hard-on that I had to go take care of myself. It was a power thing with her I guess, so she could show me who was in charge or something.
"Honey, I've wanted to taste you for a long time..." she moaned as her tongue snaked out to caress my throbbing cock. It felt incredible! "But I was afraid you might think I was some kind of slut or something and lose respect for me." She ran her soft warm tongue up and down my shaft, circling the mushroom head and diving down to bathe my cum-heavy balls in sheer delight. "Mmm, you taste so sweet, I can't believe I waited so long for this! All that wasted time!" she said before engulfing me in her warm soft mouth.
All I knew was that I wasn't going to be able to handle her slow bobbing for very long, and started to fuck her mouth more powerfully. I told her I was going to cum soon (not really sure why I announced it, maybe I didn't want the surprise to ruin the moment or spoil it for future fun). She slowly withdrew her mouth from my cock, and with a naughty little smirk said "I want you to cum in my mouth! I want to taste your hot sticky cum!"
That was all it would take to push me over the edge, I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her face until I blasted out the best orgasm I'd had in years. It felt like the I unloaded years of pent up frustration along with the huge load I emptied into her mouth. Debbie moaned like she did back when we first got together as teenagers. It was mind-blowing... she sucked and moaned for two more minutes, and didn't release my cock until it was completely drained and soft.
"That was fucking amazing, honey!" she said, "You must have really had to cum - you pumped me full of one hell of a load, stud!"
I was in heaven. Debbie never said "fuck" or talked nasty before, even though I had tried to get her to for a long time. And a blowjob? That was completely out of the question - let alone swallowing! How could things go from so bad, to so good, in just a few hours. Still unsettled about what to do, we went to sleep still in each other's arms. I loved her even more, if that was possible. I didn't want to lose her.
After a sound sleep, she woke me with another blowjob in the morning. "Got any left?" she asked before taking me in her throat. What was I gonna say - I sure as hell wasn't going to refuse the invitation! We fucked and I gave her breakfast in bed. After we got cleaned up, we went into the living room and sat on the sofa cuddled up while we drank our morning coffee.
Debbie is a knockout, standing five foot five inches tall with long brown hair, soft brown doe eyes, and a very sexy 36-24-34 body. She has well-rounded and firm C cup breasts with thick, sensitive nipples that get hard as diamonds with the least little stimulation. She has long, lean legs and a tight firm ass that begs to be grabbed.
With a hottie like Debbie as my girl, it only stood to reason our sex life was amazing. She was playful and adventurous, and we enjoyed many wild sexual exploits. I say enjoyed because later on things cooled down for us some. During our senior year of college, we decided to live together and after we graduated we moved to San Antonio to be closer to her family. I landed a good job with a growing IT company, and she went to work for one of the hospitals in San Antonio. We got married shortly after, and for the next 14 years we had a wonderful life together.
It was last March when our happy home was shaken up. I was at a conference in Dallas when, after my company's presentation, I decided to forgo the rest of the conference and come home a day early to my wife. I had decided for convenience sake to fly rather than drive - it would save several hours of driving and I wouldn't have the hassle of driving and parking in downtown Dallas!
I left my car in the garage where it would be safe so when I flew back to San Antonio, I just took a cab back home. I got there about 4:30 in the afternoon that Saturday. I knew Debbie wasn't working that day, so I was a bit surprised when I walked in and no one was home. But her car was gone so I figured that she had gone to the store or something. No problem, I thought I would just wait for her to come home. It would be a nice surprise when she came home and I was waiting for her.
I went to the refrigerator and got out a beer. I noticed that I was running low - I only had two beers left. At first I didn't think anything of it, but as I sat there in the living room drinking my beer and watching the news, I started thinking that I was sure I had most of a six-pack still in the fridge when I left. And I knew Debbie wouldn't drink them; she wasn't the beer drinking type. She liked wine coolers when she drank, which wasn't that often anyway. The fact that I was so low puzzled me, but I finished my beer and tried not to worry about it too much. I'd just pick up more the next time we went to the store.
I polished off my beer and went to throw the empty bottle in the trash and that's when my world came crashing in on me. There sitting in the kitchen trash can was an empty box of Trojans!
I couldn't believe it! I didn't want to believe it. I stood there staring at the evidence, hoping that my eyes were tricking me and it was just a box of something else - anything else. But as I stared at it, it didn't change. Finally I regained my wits and went into the bathroom. I looked in the trash there and sure enough, I found a used condom in the bathroom trash can.
I felt my heart jump into my throat. Who was he? Was she with him right now? Immediately, I felt a rage, and if I had any idea who she may be fucking around on me with, I would have run out the door to confirm my instinct and beat the hell out of this asshole. Had my beautiful wife of 14 years been unfaithful to me? I was almost sure of it.
Emotions ran wild as I tried to stay composed. That cheating bitch! How dare she! I got out my last beer and sat down on the sofa to try to sort through this. I began thinking... sure our sex life hadn't been as wild and free-spirited as it was when we first met. But we were just a couple horny kids back then. We had jobs now and responsibilities. And with us both working, we didn't have the time that we did back then either. And yes, I will grant you, that I had been putting in a lot of hours at the office, but she worked as well. And it's not like we never did it - I thought our sex life was better than a lot of people that we knew. Hell, half our married friends were either divorced or headed that way! And our single friends weren't faring much better.
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I had to do something. I wanted to catch this sonofabitch dead to rights so I could justify beating him to a pulp. I could claim "temporary insanity" or some such thing when it went to court. So I devised a plan. I picked up my suitcase and stashed it deep in the closet where it wouldn't be easily seen. Then I picked up my beer bottles and tossed them in the trash can outdoors so she wouldn't see them inside.
I put everything back in the house just the way I had found it, and left in a cab I had called. I went to a car rental place and picked up some old beater car - something that would blend in easily - and grabbed a bite to eat. I wanted to make sure I caught them right in the middle of the act, so I stayed away for a bit. When I thought she should be home, I drove by the house in the rental car and sure enough, I saw the house lights on! I went around the corner and parked the car where it wouldn't be seen from the house, then walked back, taking the alley behind our house.
I quietly unlocked the back door and slipped inside. I made my way cautiously to the bedroom where I could see light coming from under the door. I had to be careful - the old house had a few creaks in the floor, but I knew where they were and was able to avoid them. As I got closer to the door, I could hear the distinct sound of my wife... and I couldn't believe my ears!
"Oh fuck yes! Yes! Give me that fucking cock! Shove that big fat cock into my cunt hard, baby! Fuck me... fuck me hard!" she was moaning.
Now in all the time Debbie and I had been together, I had never heard her talk like that when we made love. I tried to get her to talk dirty, but she thought it was silly and considered it overacting and something only pornstars did to make their movies sell. But here she was, crying out like a two-dollar whore! I listened for a couple moments until I heard her again.
"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum, please! Please make me cum on your big cock!" she cried loudly. As her cries turned into the wail of her orgasm, I busted into the room to confront them and received yet another shocker.
Debbie was with another woman!
"What the fuck is going on in here?" I hollered as I opened the door. Both women screamed and Debbie sat bolt upright, covering herself with the sheet. The other woman nearly fell out of bed trying to hide herself and I stood there in the doorway with my jaw on the floor, unable to believe what I was witnessing. My wife was cheating on me... with another woman?
"ROBERT!!" she screamed, "What? How? When did you get back?"
"Never mind me, explain all this! What the hell is going on Debbie?" I demanded.
I stood there for a moment looking at the two of them... Debbie, sitting upright, covering herself pathetically with the sheet, while her partner in crime stood next to the bed with her back to the wall and the blanket around her naked form. Both of them had a look of sheer terror on their faces, as if I was holding a gun on them both.
I didn't wait for her excuse. I turned and walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, my mind reeling from what I had seen. I was sitting there, staring at the blank screen of our TV, when Debbie came in and sat next to me.
“Baby,” she said, “I’m so sorry… I don’t know… no, never mind. Fuck it. Nothing I can say will ever change what I did or make it better. But I love you, I really do. Whatever I can do to try and make it up to you… I will.”
"How long?" was all I said. I didn't even look at her, I just kept staring at the turned off television.
"About six months. It started back in August. I met Jenny at the gym and we just hit it off so well..." she said.
I had noticed the wonderful changes in her. I was pleased when she joined a health club and lost a few pounds. I was glad to see the new happy disposition and to help her celebrate losing the weight, I let her go out and buy a bunch of new clothes. She looked more beautiful at age 34 than she did in college.
"Jenny, huh? So is Jenny the only one?" I asked.
Debbie didn't answer right away. She sat there, biting her lip until I looked at her. "Well?" I said demanding an answer.
"No. There were others," she said softly, hanging her head and looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"Oh? How many others?" I asked.
"Robert I'm sorry, I never meant..." she started to say.
"HOW MANY?" I repeated, yelling at her and pounding my fist on the sofa arm. This startled her - I never yell at her so when I did, it frightened her and she started to cry.
"Two... two others," she said.
"And who are they? These other two that you cheated on me with?" I asked.
"Matthew Hendricks from the gym... and Billy," she said.
"Billy? Billy Donaldson... the guy I work with?" I asked.
"Yeah. But he was only the one time!" she said.
"When was this one time?"
"That time you went to the convention in Chicago. My car broke down and Billy was kind enough to come get me and bring me home. Then he took me to the store the next day so I could get some groceries," she explained. I remembered that incident, but I didn't know that her and Billy had hooked up.
"I have to leave," I said, and I got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom. I took out the suitcase that I had used for my trip and stashed in the closet. I got out a smaller one and put a few things in it as well. Then I took them both into the living room. Debbie watched as I gathered my things.
"Where are you going to go?" she asked through her tears.
"I don't know. All I know is that I can't be here right now," I said. I took the suitcases to my car still in the garage. After loading them up and pulling out of the garage, I went back inside once more to get my cell phone and coat. After I had them, I turned to leave.
"Please Robert! Please don't leave me!" she cried, throwing her arms around my neck. I was numb by then and just peeled her off me and walked out the door, leaving her sobbing.
Fortunately for me, March in San Antonio is not really tourist season. Although we have tourists here year round, the biggest influx wasn't to happen for a couple months yet, so hotel rates were low. I still wasn't ready to get an apartment, I just knew I couldn't sleep at home right then. I found a decent place - nothing too fancy, but it was clean and quiet. After I put my suitcases on the bed, I decided to go get something to eat.
The next few days were awful. I went to work and when I wasn't working, I was in my temporary home at the hotel. Neither place gave me much respite - I couldn't think about anything except Debbie and her affairs. I still hadn't decided what to do.
My mind was swirling with thoughts: should I divorce her or forgive her. After so many years together, I couldn't give her up just yet - I still loved her. Our families would be hurt if we broke up. My family had met her and loved her. And her family, living a lot closer to us, had taken me as their son. What should I do? Let me tell you, there was more than a few sleepless nights back then.
My decision was made for me when after a couple weeks, I received a panicked phone call on my cell phone voicemail. I had gotten a call or two from Debbie over the past few days - both of them begging me to come home and promising me that it will never happen again. I wasn't ready at that point to come back and face her.
But this phone call wasn't from Debbie, it was from her mother, Diane. "Robert, I know you and Debbie are having problems right now, but she needs you. My mother, her grandmother, died a couple days ago and Debbie is in a bad way about it. She could really use you right now. That's all I'm going to say about it." was the message on my voicemail.
Well, I was hurt by what Debbie had done to me, but I wasn't a heartless bastard. As soon as I got the message from her mother, I called Debbie up.
"Hello?" she said, answering the phone. I could hear in her voice that she had been crying.
"It's me. Your mom called and told me what happened. I'm sorry about your grandmother," I said.
"Oh Robert!" she broke down crying, "What am I going to do? First I lose you, and now my grandmother! My world is crashing down around me, and I don't know what to do!"
"Just stay there, I'll be right over," I told her.
"Okay... thank you Robert," she said.
I went over to the house and I felt strange knocking on my own front door. Debbie answered the door and then stepped aside, inviting me in without words. As soon as the door closed though, she broke down, throwing her arms around my neck and sobbing uncontrollably. I held her for a few moments until she was done, and then helped her into the living room and sat her on the sofa.
"Do you want a drink or something? I asked her.
"No, but if you want I put some beer in the fridge," she said. I went and got a beer and brought her a glass of water, even though she didn't ask for it.
I sat there for a bit not knowing really what to say and not wanting to be cliche' with some "It'll be all right" or "At least she isn't in pain anymore." statements. You never really know what to say at moments like this, and saying the wrong thing can do more harm than good. I just held her hand and was there for her... I let her decide what she needed.
Finally after a couple minutes of uncomfortable silence, she turned to me and put her hand on top of mine.
"Robert, can we... talk about us?" she asked softly, looking down as she spoke.
"Yeah I suppose we should," I said.
"Robert, I am so, so sorry about all of this. It was awful when you left me in the house alone. I cried all that night and all the next day. In fact I've been crying ever since. Please come home... I really need you and now more than ever."
"Well Debbie, I would be lying if I told you I haven't thought about this too, and before I decide what to do, I have some questions I want answers to and I want the truth," I said.
"Of course, Robert. I don't want to lie to you. I just want us to get past this," she said.
"Okay, my first question, obviously, would be why did you do it? And who was the first person?" I asked.
"The first one was Billy. I told you when that was - when you went to Chicago. As for why, I don't know. You were gone and I was lonely. Billy was very nice and we just..." her voice trailed off.
"That must be why he put in for a transfer to another office. He told me it was a promotion, but I found out later it was his doing. I never knew why. He must have felt so guilty that he couldn't face me anymore, so he left," I reasoned.
"Probably. Anyway it was only the one time," she said.
"And what about this guy from the gym... Matthew Somethingorother, what about him?"
"Matthew Hendricks. Well I've seen him a few times since I started going to the club."
"A few times? How many is a few times?" I asked.
"I don't know, five or six maybe," she said. "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
"No, I don't want to hear about any of it. But I have to if I am going to figure out how to deal with it," I said. "So when was the last time you saw him. Recently I suppose, judging from the condom box in the trash and the used rubber in the bathroom trash."
"Oh you saw those? Well actually it's been a couple weeks since I last saw Matthew. I just hadn't thrown the box away yet. And the used rubber was one of the ones we used on Jenny's dildo. I didn't want to get anything. Jenny is a sweet girl and a good friend, but she has other lovers as well, and I didn't want to get anything from her dildo."
"I see. Since when have you played for the other team anyway? I never knew you were into girls," I asked.
"Well Robert, we met as juniors in college - I did have other experiences before you. My first time with a girl was in high school. And I found I liked it too. I hadn't done it with a girl since high school, and then I met Jenny and it just kind of came natural."
"So I'm assuming here that you and Jenny have... more than once?" I asked.
"Yeah, we have been together a few times," she said.
"Okay, so let me see if I know the score here... you were with Billy once, with Matthew five or six times, and with Jenny a few times, right? So is it safe to assume that on average, you cheated on me once a month or more often than that?" I asked, trying to pin down the frequency of her indiscretions.
"Yeah, something like that. If you averaged them out, I suppose. But sometimes I would go awhile without, and then I would do it a couple times. It varied."
There was another long, uncomfortable silence as I tried to assimilate what she had told me. This had caught me completely off guard, and I was trying to make some kind of sense out of it all. Debbie and I had a pretty good sex life - at least I thought we had - and even though we both worked, we still tried to make time whenever we could to enjoy each other. The idea that she had to look elsewhere for her satisfaction was strange and a little bewildering to me. I mean, she had never complained about a lack of intimacy or being unhappy with the sex we had. I really didn't see this one coming.
"Okay, so my next question then is why? Why did you feel you needed someone else? Weren't you happy with the way we were in bed? Was I doing something wrong? Or not doing something I should have?" I asked.
"No Robert, you are fine! You are great in bed, it's just that... well, I needed something more."
"Something more? What the hell is that supposed to mean Debbie?" I asked.
"Robert, first and foremost, know that I love you - I always have and I always will. But I think I have a problem... Oh God, I feel so ashamed in admitting this! Honey, I'm so sorry but there's something you need to know about me. I-I'm a sex addict," she said.
"A WHAT?" I said. "Bullshit! I catch her in the act, and her defense is some made up sickness!" I first thought. Still, I wanted to hear what this phony addiction was.
Her tone changed slightly, and it was like a different person started to speak. She said, "It's true, Sweetheart. Before I met you, I was a real slut. I would do it with just about anyone, anytime. I talked to a few counselors and even went to a shrink for awhile to try to control my addiction. I thought I had overcome it, and for a long time I was able to keep it in check. But when I got this job and the pressures of being a wife and working and... oh I don't know, I just started having those feelings again. Then that day, the car broke down and Billy came to my rescue. He was so nice and so helpful, I just fell into it again."
She sat there on the sofa sobbing into her hands. I didn't know what to do. Debbie had never lied to me before, so I had no reason to think she was lying about this now.
"Please forgive me, Robert. I know I'm so perverted, but I get so turned on sometimes I can't help myself. Please, I don't want to lose you... I don't want a divorce. This is just innocent lust, that's all, I don't love any of these other people."
"So when you are with these others, do you...? I asked.
"Do I cum? Oh yes and it's incredible! I don't know what it is, maybe it's the danger or maybe it's the naughtiness of it, but when I am with someone else, my orgasms are unbelievable!" she said, excitedly.
"Oh?" I said, getting a bit angry at her obvious enjoyment of this situation.
"No, Robert, it's not like that. I love you and nothing is ever going to change that. And I don't mean that these others are better than you. It's the situation, not the individual, that makes it so great - can you understand that?"
I was trying to. This was a lot to take in all of a sudden though. I mean, it was only a couple days ago I was on my way home and happy to be coming home to my wife and surprising her. But it turns out the surprise was on me!
As she talked, my anger waned; replaced by lust. I really don't know why, even to this day, but as she told me of her exploits, my cock began getting harder and more excited!
Debbie noticed the change in my demeanor, and seemed to genuinely enjoy telling me about her "addiction". I was still mad, no doubt about it, but I had to ask her the nagging questions that burned inside of me.
She noticed my apparent erection growing and threatening to break out of my pants.
"Do you want me to show you my new talent?" she asked, smiling sweetly. The bitch! She was trying to soften me up by using sex! I was about to say something, but before I could formulate an answer, she dropped to her knees on the floor. She rubbed my hard bulge and then gripped it, squeezing it in her hand a bit. "I see somebody wants to come out and play... shall I keep going?" she asked.
"Damn," I thought, "she owes me a lot more than a quick apology fuck, but shit, this is something I always dreamed about." And as turned on as I was at the time I would have taken just about any kind of sex!
"Yeah. Let's see this addiction," I told her sarcastically. I still didn't believe a word of what she was telling me, but I wanted to see how far she would go with this charade. She sighed and worked at my zipper. She peeled my pants down to my ankles as she knelt in front of me - eye level to my now tenting boxers.
"Mmm, it seems someone is anxious to come out to play!" she smiled. She pulled down my boxers just enough for the tip to peek out over the elastic. "Well hello there! Would you like to play with my wet pussy?" she cooed.
Was this my wife? She never spoke so lustfully. The Debbie I knew never even said the word pussy before... it was "down there" when she referred to her sexual area. She pulled my boxers down just enough so the mushroom cap was sticking out, then she leaned forward and gave it a soft kiss. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! My Debbie never put her mouth on my cock, saying that she would never put her mouth on something I pissed with!
I was totally dumbstruck. She continued, taking off my pants and shorts carefully and setting them on the floor. I stood there in front of her, naked from the waist down with my nervous, yet eager, cock fully hard and bobbing in the air. I was afraid that she would return to her old self, act disgusted, and stop - she had pulled that one on me more than once. She liked to get me all hot and bothered and then "change her mind" and leave me with a raging hard-on that I had to go take care of myself. It was a power thing with her I guess, so she could show me who was in charge or something.
"Honey, I've wanted to taste you for a long time..." she moaned as her tongue snaked out to caress my throbbing cock. It felt incredible! "But I was afraid you might think I was some kind of slut or something and lose respect for me." She ran her soft warm tongue up and down my shaft, circling the mushroom head and diving down to bathe my cum-heavy balls in sheer delight. "Mmm, you taste so sweet, I can't believe I waited so long for this! All that wasted time!" she said before engulfing me in her warm soft mouth.
All I knew was that I wasn't going to be able to handle her slow bobbing for very long, and started to fuck her mouth more powerfully. I told her I was going to cum soon (not really sure why I announced it, maybe I didn't want the surprise to ruin the moment or spoil it for future fun). She slowly withdrew her mouth from my cock, and with a naughty little smirk said "I want you to cum in my mouth! I want to taste your hot sticky cum!"
That was all it would take to push me over the edge, I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her face until I blasted out the best orgasm I'd had in years. It felt like the I unloaded years of pent up frustration along with the huge load I emptied into her mouth. Debbie moaned like she did back when we first got together as teenagers. It was mind-blowing... she sucked and moaned for two more minutes, and didn't release my cock until it was completely drained and soft.
"That was fucking amazing, honey!" she said, "You must have really had to cum - you pumped me full of one hell of a load, stud!"
I was in heaven. Debbie never said "fuck" or talked nasty before, even though I had tried to get her to for a long time. And a blowjob? That was completely out of the question - let alone swallowing! How could things go from so bad, to so good, in just a few hours. Still unsettled about what to do, we went to sleep still in each other's arms. I loved her even more, if that was possible. I didn't want to lose her.
After a sound sleep, she woke me with another blowjob in the morning. "Got any left?" she asked before taking me in her throat. What was I gonna say - I sure as hell wasn't going to refuse the invitation! We fucked and I gave her breakfast in bed. After we got cleaned up, we went into the living room and sat on the sofa cuddled up while we drank our morning coffee.
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