We were into my new travel routine, and things were going great. I was making more weekly sales, and the commissions were rolling in. The next couple of months flew by.
I finished a travel week and got home Thursday as usual. I had a good week, making two large sales. My welcome was a little less than expected. The kids were happy to see me, but Sheryl was not so happy. She said her period had started, and she was not doing well. I accepted that as I knew her time was near. Normally she takes care of me anyway we just don’t fuck. But that was not how things went for a couple of days. It was odd and made me wonder.
That was the first time I really had odd feelings, but as I looked back, there were a couple of other times. Then there were the thumbprint bruises on her hips; It had to be Raymond. Each time was during my time away. I thought that was odd, so I became even more suspicious. I had a bad feeling that something was going on with Raymond. God, I hope not, or my wonderful life will come apart.
I carefully watched every move Sheryl made, but other than my homecoming letdown, everything seemed normal, and Saturday, she fucked me like no tomorrow. She was more aggressive, but I knew her period made her very horny, so I was Ok with it.
The next week went well, and then the dreaded trip came up again on Monday.
We talked every night, and things were normal. There was a PTA meeting on Wednesday night she was going to with a couple of other moms. They always go out for a little girl time after the meeting, so the kids were at my parents that night to sleep over, and mom would take them to school.
We had planned a camping trip for the weekend, so I took off Friday to get ready. I would also get a little makeup time with Sheryl.
On Wednesday at 6:30 p.m. I called Sheryl to talk and remind her of a couple of things I needed her to do tomorrow. I called early so I could catch her before the meeting. I knew she probably wouldn’t answer once she was out having a glass of wine with the girls.
I got no answer, so I left her a message and then shot her a text.
My text: “Hi Sheryl, I know you’re at PTA then going out after. Give me a call as soon as you can, OK.”
I went to dinner in the hotel and read USA Today. I ate and had a couple of drinks with no response from Sheryl. I thought that was odd. She usually gets right back to me. I paid for my tab and went up to my room.
As I sat there, I had a bad thought. What if she is not at PTA or with the girls, then it had to be Raymond... God Damnit that was it!
I pulled out my laptop and pulled up the Find My Phone app for iPhones. I put in Sheryl’s number. A few seconds passed, and the dot popped on the screen. Her iPhone showed she was at home, in our house. What… I thought, maybe she left her phone at home? No way, she is married to the device. It is part of her anatomy.
I thought for a minute. I have Raymond’s number, and he has an iPhone, so I looked up his number and plugged it in. A few seconds later, a red dot popped up on the map.
“GOD DAMNIT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. His iPhone showed he was at our house, too!
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! The fucking cheaters. I knew something was going on. They are dead meat!”
Suddenly, I began to lose it. I was pacing the room. I had to be sure, so I would call Meredith, the one she said she was going to the PTA with.
I found her number and pressed the call. The number rang. She answered.
“Hi Rick, how are you?” There was a surprise in her voice.
“Meredith, I am doing fine. I am out of town on business and am trying to find Sheryl. I called her and texted her, but no response. She told me she was going to PTA with you and a few girls, then going out for a drink or two. Is she with you? Can you get her on the phone?”
There was silence, then mumbling. “Rick, Sheryl is not with us. She called me an hour ago and said she was not coming. She was home with a migraine.”
“Oh gosh, I bet she is asleep, so she didn’t answer. I’ll call my mom. She has our kids, so I’ll get her to check on her. Thanks, Meredith. Have a fun night.”
We hung up, so she is not covering for her, at least.
Ok, no firm proof but a pretty damn good chance they are fucking right now. I wish I had a security system. One will be installed next week.
I had a thought. I opened my camera and shot a picture of the screen with both iPhones at our house. Evidence piece #1!
I sat there watching the screen, seeing the little dots flash. I drank all the beer in the mini bar and started on the liquor. I was getting pretty wasted. I fell asleep for about an hour. When I woke up, it was almost 9:00 p.m. The two dots were still flashing at my house. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I dried my hands and face and walked back into the bedroom. Raymond’s dot had moved and was heading away from my house.
A few minutes passed, and my phone buzzed. It was a text from Sheryl. Let’s see if she lies.
Sheryl’s text: “Sorry I didn’t go to PTA and out with the girls. I developed a migraine at work and came home early. I was sleeping, so my phone was off. Are you OK? Can we talk early in the morning? I need to go back to sleep.”
Wow, maybe she did have a migraine. But why the hell was Raymond’s iPhone showing at our house? Very odd!
My text: “Oh baby, I am so sorry. I know those wipe you out. I am sorry you have one and couldn’t go out. If you need anything, I can get Mom to bring it to you.”
Sheryl’s text: “No, sleep is about all that works, so that is what I am going to do.”
My text: “OK, go to bed and rest. I’ll be home tomorrow. I will be there to comfort and love you. Sleep tight, and call Mom if you need anything.”
As I hung up the phone, I glanced at the laptop screen and saw Raymond’s iPhone dot flashing as it arrived back at my house. “That fucking bastard is coming back to spend the night, fucking my lying, cheating cunt of a wife!” I said aloud.
I was fuming mad. They were going to pay for destroying my life and our family. God Damn the two of them!! This was going to be bad for our boys.
I was pretty useless the next day, so I made only two major sales calls and headed home. It was a three-hour drive, so I started to develop my plan. I was divorcing my cheating wife and suing Raymond for every penny he had. I also would give Alice every bit of evidence I put together so she could dump Raymond, too. Then, the two lovers could be together, broke, and in love.
I called William Stone, my attorney, and filled him in. We discussed how I should handle things and develop a plan to protect myself and my money. I had an inheritance from my grandfather that had been invested wisely. I had never touched it. When we were married, I had a prenuptial agreement drawn up to protect the money for any future children in case our marriage ended. I reminded William of the prenup, and he remembered.
We also talked about suing Raymond. He had done quite well for himself, so some financial meat was on the bone. I didn’t want to hurt Alice, so we had to have him served at the same time, and she would need to divorce Raymond as quickly as I was divorcing Sheryl.
William gave me the name of a company he uses for security, and I called them. They were coming on Monday to install a video security system. It was expensive, but I had to have it. I needed a video of them fucking to prove my case.
I knew it was happening, but I needed hard video proof.
William and I gave the cheaters a month while building a case. I would be able to get a video of them fucking during that time. In the meantime, I was to act as I had before, being the loving husband and dad.
I was not worried about the money. The prenup was strict, and Sheryl got nothing from me except a $25,000 buyout and 50% of the house. She would have visitation rights with the boys, but I would have custody.
I was solid, and since Sheryl had a good-paying job, I would have the kids, so no child support. As for the house, I would buy a new home, and we would sell the house and split it equally.
The blood was racing through my veins as I thought about all of this and how ridiculous it was that it was happening. If that fucking asshole Raymond had never come back home, none of this would have happened. FUCK HIM, and fuck Sheryl too!
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Rick would be home soon, so I had to put my acting skills to work.
I had told everyone I had a migraine yesterday, even playing it up at work so I could leave early. Over the past several months, I had become a conniving woman, all so I could fuck Raymond and cheat on my husband. I did not understand what was motivating me. I love Rick and my boys. I love our life and did not want to lose that, but Raymond had a compelling pull on me that I could not resist. I craved his sex, his big cock, and his domination of me in the moments when I was around him. I cannot understand it.
I lied to everyone so Raymond could spend the night in my bed fucking me all night. It was incredible. I lost count of my orgasms and counted four by Raymond. I swallowed three of them and let him come on my face the other. I sucked his cock this morning before he left. I called in sick playing on my migraine again; I knew I would have to play that with Rick as well to keep him away from my sore and destroyed pussy.
I heard Rick pulling into the garage of our beautiful home. I curled up on the sofa with a wet rag on my forehead and a blanket over me. I faked sleep when Rick came in. I was a horrible person and an even worse wife.
Rick came in quietly. He expected me to be somewhere resting. He came into the family room and saw me. He quietly went to our bedroom, which I had scrubbed completely this morning. I had put clean sheets on the bed and then rustled around to make it look like I had slept in them alone the past several nights.
I moved and opened my eyes as Rick returned after changing his clothes. Rick looked at me with an odd look of confusion and concern on his face.
“Hey,” I said softly, playing the part.
“Hey, yourself, how are you feeling?”
He seemed normal and concerned about me.
He sat beside me and stroked my hair. My God, I loved this man. What the fuck was I doing with Raymond.
I softly started to cry. My tears were small and controlled. I was sad about what I had turned into over the past seven months. I was no longer the loving wife and mother. No, now I was a selfish, cheating slut, that did not deserve any of what I had.
My crying confounded Rick. He had no idea what to do or say.
That night was strange in many ways.
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I pulled into the garage, unsure of what I would find inside my house. Sheryl was home, so I bet she stayed home today to make sure there were no signs of the sexual debacle that had taken place in our bed last night.
I took a deep breath and set my attitude to accept whatever bullshit I was walking into.
I had four more weeks to survive before the hammer would fall. I was planning to use Sheryl as my personal whore until that day. I will make love to her and fuck her giving her everything I could. At the same time, we will make family memories with our boys for the last four weeks that we will live with their mother.
It was quiet as I entered and walked through the house, not knowing where Sheryl was. I found her sleeping on the sofa in the family room. I was a little confused. She was putting on a great act for me to convince me she had a migraine last night. What Sheryl doesn’t know is that I know Raymond was fucking her all night.
I took my bag up to our bedroom and was surprised. It looked pristine, everything in its exact place even better than on a normal day. It was too clean. I knew she was faking, and what I thought happened last night had happened, adding another nail to both of their coffins.
I changed clothes and quietly went downstairs. I walked into the family room next to the sofa, looking down at Sheryl sleeping. A minute later, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me. I can act as well as Sheryl can, so I smiled at her,
“Hey,” she said softly, rubbing her eyes.
“Hey, yourself, how are you feeling?”
Suddenly, Sheryl began to cry softly. I didn’t understand why she was crying. I sat beside her, rubbing her head.
“What is the matter?”
She buried her face in her hands and softly sobbed.
I had no idea what was happening with her. Was guilt beginning to overtake her? Was she crashing emotionally? I didn’t know.
I stuck with my plan.
“How is your migraine?”
Sheryl stopped crying, and I dried her eyes and stroked her face, putting in a good act myself. “It’s over, but you know it saps my energy and makes me very tired. I am so glad you are home. Your mom is bringing the boys home in a couple of hours. Now that you are home, I need to go to bed. Is that OK with you?”
“If that is what you need, baby, then sure, I will take care of dinner for the boys, and we will play a game before they go to bed. Rest up, and we can connect tomorrow when you return to being yourself. I’ll call in for you, and you can stay home tomorrow.”
I helped Sheryl up to our bedroom. I took her clothes off and kissed her as I put her in bed. Her body looked beautiful, but I did notice several marks around her nipples and one above her bare mound, all gifts from Raymond last night. I would take pictures of them once Sheryl was asleep for evidence Exhibit #2.
I closed the door and went to the kitchen to work on some dinner. The boys would be home soon. I was going to make spaghetti and meatballs with salad and garlic bread. I checked the pantry and freezer for the ingredients. We had everything but the bread.
I called my mom.
“Hi, mom,
“Hi, son. How are you?”
“I am good, but Sheryl is not doing well. She is very tired. She had a hard night last night without much sleep. She is in bed now, sleeping.”
“I am making dinner, spaghetti, and meatballs, with salad, garlic bread, and ice cream for dessert. I have everything but bread. Can you stop on the way over and pick up some Italian bread? You need to stay for dinner, too.”
Mom agreed to bring the bread, and she said she would bring the boys home by “5:00 p.m.
I hung up and began working on dinner.
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Rick came home, and I did my best acting job to convince him of my fake migraine. My body was sore. My pussy had been worn out by Raymond’s cock last night, and I was so afraid Rick would see my swollen red pussy and know I was fucking Raymond. I knew what I was doing was insane and had to stop. This crazy affair had been going on for almost seven months, off and on. We had become more daring or careless, thinking we would not get caught.
Raymond was sure that Alice didn’t suspect anything, and I didn’t think Rick did either. I was confident because I knew him, and he would have already kicked me out. I had to ensure I played my part perfectly, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. My feelings for Raymond were much stronger now, confusing me greatly. I still loved Rick, but I also was beginning to have loving feelings for Raymond.
I was in a sad state. Something had to happen to end this mess, or it was going to be ugly when it all came out.
Rick was his normal, loving self. He cooked dinner and catered to my needs, respecting my migraine recovery, and not pressing me into bed. He even volunteered to bathe me in the shower or take a bath in the soaking tub with me. Concerned that I might have small marks on my body, I declined for now but promised we would make up for lost time tomorrow.
Rose and the boys came home a little later, and I awoke from my nap. We had a nice Italian dinner with ice cream for dessert. We played a game of Life; how ironic is that?
Rose took the boys home with her so I could rest, and she would keep them until Saturday. Rick canceled the camping trip but was staying home Friday, and we planned on catching up and being a family on the weekend.
Friday morning, I woke Rick with a sweet blow job, teasing and playing with him until he begged me to make him cum. I bobbed on his cock, took him deep in my throat, and played with his balls. He was edging. I knew he would cum soon. Then I did something I had only done once before. I wet my middle finger and rimmed his asshole.
Rick moaned, “Oh God, Sheryl, Yes, do it!”
I took his whole cock deep in my throat, my nose pressed into his belly and pushed my finger deep into his ass. His whole body stiffened, and he groaned. His cock swelled in my mouth, filling it. His balls tightened and exploded, filling my belly with a huge load of cum. It was four full days’ worth, so I had to swallow several times. I held his cock in my mouth, licking his balls as my finger massaged his prostate until he was ready again. His cock was hard as ever. I pulled him out of my mouth and moved up, straddling him.
I was so horny I didn’t care if Rick saw my well fucked swollen pussy. I needed him to reclaim me and fuck me. I slipped up his body, straddling him. I trapped his hard cock against his belly and sat on him, spreading my swollen lips on his shaft so it was lying in the groove between my pussy lips. My lips hugged his cock as I slowly began to ride him, sliding my wet lips along his cock, letting his cockhead tap my clit with every stroke.
This was something we had done years ago but not recently. I did it to Raymond a few weeks ago and watched his big cockhead swell before he delivered a big load and painted his black chest with his white cum. He loved it, and I thought Rick would enjoy it too.
As I slipped up and down his cock Rick looked at me with strange eyes. I could tell his brain was working. A dreadful thought appeared in my head… He knows! OH GOD, HE KNOWS!!