I sat across from my wife, Sue, as she nursed our month-old daughter. Afterward, Sue cradled our baby girl, Carla, and they both drifted off to sleep. You are a blessed man, I thought.

Not long ago, I would not have imagined this perfect moment would arrive. How could either of us have imagined that her beautiful singing voice and a chance meeting with a man getting his teeth cleaned would nearly cost us our relationship?

Sue was the office manager at Dr. Longview's dental practice. I was there for dental work. Looking down at her typing behind the appointment desk was the highlight of my time there: dark, highlighted hair, brown eyes, bright smile, and her breasts. Reaching down to retrieve some forms gave me a stunning view of the cleavage peeking out from under her blouse.  

Sue noticed me looking and, with a disapproving look, adjusted her blouse.

“Are you just going to stare, or do you need a follow-up appointment, Paul Jacobs?” Sue asked.

“May need several just to see more of you,” I said, smiling.

She scheduled my next appointment and turned to greet the next patient entering. My next visit was Tuesday at 11:00 AM. I arrived on time and looked forward to seeing Sue. She checked me in, told me to take a seat, and looked away. Dr. Longview gave me a clean bill of health. As I was leaving, I saw her in the parking lot, looking unhappy. The right rear tire on her car was flat.  

“May I help you install the spare tire?” I asked.

“If I had one, yes, but I do not have a spare tire,” Sue replied.

I had my service truck parked nearby. I do contract work for the city, fixing remote mechanical systems that support the infrastructure that makes modern life possible. Because my truck has air brakes, I could connect a hose to its air system and reinflate the tire.

“Drive down to the tire shop; I will follow you,” I said.

“While they repair it, let me buy you lunch, please?” Hoping she would say yes.

“OK, but do not consider this a date,” Sue said sternly.

We arrived at the tire shop, and I took her keys inside to sign the authorization form. From there, it was a short walk to a Taco restaurant. We made small talk. Sue grew serious and told me she wanted to sing professionally instead of keeping her current job. For now, she entertains people at karaoke bars.

“Maybe we could meet up one night?” I asked hopefully.

Just then, my phone rang. The tire shop was calling with bad news. Excused myself and stepped out of Sue's hearing. Her tire was beyond safe repair, and the other three were in poor condition. Four new tires were $200 each, plus tax and mounting fees. Without thinking, I told the shop to install them.

I told Sue they were running late, and I would drive her back to work; when she was off, we would pick up her car. She looked mildly annoyed but agreed. I quickly cleared the passenger-side seat in my service truck to make room for her. After dropping Sue off at the dental office, I returned to work. I kept a close eye on the time. I did not want to be late picking up Sue when the office closed.

‘You got yourself in a pickle now!’ I thought to myself as we drove back to the tire shop. Sue won’t have that kind of money. I had to pay, praying she wouldn’t see me pull out my credit card. As we pulled into the tire shop’s parking lot, I told her to sit still while I went inside to pick up the car keys.

“How much to fix a flat?” Sue asked.  

“No cost to fix flats,” I replied.

True statement. I was not telling her what had really happened.

“Thanks for your help and lunch; see you in three months for your next cleaning,” Sue replied.

Sue quickly got into her car and pulled out of the parking lot without checking the tires. I stood alone, shaking my head. I was a much poorer man, with no hope of getting a date with her. Almost a week later, I was knee-deep in stormwater, unclogging city street drains when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered anyway and got an earful. It was Sue; she tore into me, blasting me for the new tires. Someone had pointed them out to her.

“You needed new ones for your safety,” I replied.

“How much were they?” Sue demanded.

“Just over $1000,” I answered.

“No way,” she yelled.

“You have not bought tires in a while. The receipt is in the glove box,” I stated firmly.

The connection ended. A few minutes later, Sue called back. Without letting me say a word, she started complaining that I bought the tires without asking her first. I was not her sugar daddy, and she would make sure my next dentist visit was painful.

“I see your plan now; you will want four blow jobs as payment, right?” Sue yelled into her phone.

“No, maybe a night at your favorite karaoke bar to hear you sing, please,” I asked.

After a brief pause, Sue apologized for snapping at me. She would do her best to pay me back, but it would take a long time. I told her there was no hurry. Sue agreed to meet up the following Friday. I asked for Sue's address and what time I should pick her up. We set a date for Friday night at 7:30.

Friday night, Sue was waiting for me in front of her apartment building, wearing tight black jeans and a dark off-the-shoulder blouse. I drove my pickup and, like a gentleman, opened the door for her.

I said, "You look great!"

At the bar, Sue sang most of the night—old-school rock and country. Her voice was gifted, and she drew a lot of applause. All I did was smile and look her way. We dated like this for several weeks, visiting different bars. We held hands while driving; it was all the payment I needed.

One cool fall night, we returned to her apartment. At the building's entrance, I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed; she pressed her breasts against me. Sue said what every man wants to hear: "Want to come up with me?" No need to ask me twice!

Her apartment was nice but not fancy. Sue’s cat, Apollo, kept his distance. We sat on her small couch, hugging and kissing. Finally, I slid my hand under her shirt. Her breasts, still wearing a bra, felt firm yet soft. She pulled off her blouse. I began kissing her neck, then her breasts just above her bra, while Sue held my head in her hands. Then, smiling, she reached back and unhooked her bra. What I had lusted for came into my view. My thoughts: ‘So wonderful!’ I kissed and fondled her, taking her nipples between my lips.

“Please keep it slow and easy,” Sue requested.

Moving her hand down, she gently stroked my rapidly increasing erection in my pants. We moved into her bedroom. Apollo gave me a disapproving stare. She had a towel already under the bedspread. Was she planning this moment? As I undressed, I took in her full beauty. Firm breasts that really did not need a bra for support. Full bush of hair between her legs. Taunt nipples. Sue was a beautiful woman. My cock was at full attention.

We enjoyed long kisses and a warm embrace. I kissed Sue all over her perfect body, then slid my hand down to the warm spot between her legs.

“Just one second, please.” Sue halted my advance. “Your fingers and nails may look clean, but they still harbor germs.”

Sue reached for a box of exam gloves. “Put these on before fingering me; I do not need an infection, please, Paul.”

I thought of condoms for your hands. With my hands now in exam gloves, I returned to exploring her inner delights. She was ready with all things needed. Sue had personal lube on her bedside table; she applied it onto my eager hand. I gently caressed her outer labia. Sue responded quickly. She guided my fingers just below her clitoris. This caused her to moan and rock her hips.

I was not surprised Sue wanted me to wear a condom on my cock, and had one ready. Sue was prepared for intimacy! She unwrapped it, then slowly put it on my very firm erection. Next, she kissed and slowly stroked my cock. This was almost too much for me; I was close to ejaculation and needed to pull away from her stimulation. I was ready for some deep penetration of her love tunnel.

Sue wanted more foreplay. She had me sit up against the headboard, with her body resting against me, legs slightly open to tease her pussy. She poured more lube on my right exam-gloved hand. I slipped my hand down her tummy towards her dark hair vulva. Sue placed my hand where she could feel the most pleasure.

Sue guided my hand in an up-and-down circular motion. Her breathing increased. She moved her hips and legs slightly. Within a few minutes, Sue was pushing my hand deeper into her wet love tunnel. This foreplay aroused me; I was so happy to see her body taking in the pleasure I was giving her.

"Yes, yes, that's it, oh, oh, ahh, oh, Paul!" Sue grabbed my hand firmly to stop the motion, but held it in place. Her body tensed and shook, legs tightly shut, clamping my hand and her hands in place.

It's difficult for me to describe a female orgasm. Her body and voice made it clear that something good was happening. After a few moments, her legs relaxed. I removed my very wet hand.

“That was a 10 on the Richter scale,” she whispered. “I want to be on top. Cowgirl style, please.”

I stretched out on the bed. My hard cock pointed upward. Sue checked that the condom was still in place. Then that wonderful moment: Sue lowered herself onto me. Fully inside her warm, wet tunnel, we both stayed still for a moment. I looked up at her smiling face and breasts.

She smiled sweetly. “Not a virgin,” she confessed. “But it’s been a while. You really fill my pussy to the max.”

Sue began rising up and down my shaft. I held her hips to help with the motion. With a bit of rocking, the bed began to shake. Sue called out my name over and over. Her thrusting was at fever pitch. I wanted our intercourse to go on and on! Yes, yes, she called out. Then silence; Sue fell against me, fully satisfied. All too quickly, I could feel my semen release approaching. I gave her one final deep thrust.

Oh, Sue," I called out. "Ahhhh!" I filled the condom with my seed—a wonderful burst of pleasure. Sue laughed. As we composed ourselves, my thoughts were that, sometime soon, without a condom, I would fill your pussy to overflowing.

In the weeks that followed, we dated, she sang, and we made love—mostly at her apartment. Her cat Apollo sometimes let me pet him. If we stayed at my place overnight, we had to check on the cat the next day. I was in love with Sue, not just lust for sex. I told her many, many times how much I loved her. She was a little more reserved. One night, after singing at the local karaoke bar, we drove back to her apartment. I hugged and kissed her for several minutes, leaning against my truck.

“Not going to squeeze my ass or put your hands under my shirt tonight?” Sue asked.

“No, I want to marry you; I can’t imagine life without you,” I said, nervous.

Sue looked me in the eye for what felt like an eternity. She said yes!

Of course later on, I met her parents—nice middle-class folks. Sue’s two older sisters had huge weddings that left her parents with hefty credit card debt. Sue told them she wanted only a civil ceremony. After picking out our wedding rings, we married the way she wanted. Sue and I combined the best of our belongings, put down some money, and bought a manufactured home in a community with a lake in the middle. Of course, the cat came along.  

I handled my contract city work; Sue handled the dentist's office. We did the karaoke bar rounds. Sue sang, and the locals loved it. But I could tell she wanted more. One night, one of her dentist's patients was in the crowd. He claimed he could land her more semi-professional gigs. This was the start of the events that almost ended our marriage.

Sue started performing wedding singing, corporate parties, and trade show singing to draw in lookers and showcase what was being offered. While she did earn some income, it was never enough to cover the cost of the required fancy gowns and travel expenses.

The corporate events and trade show managers wanted deep-neckline gowns. Sue’s full breasts filled out any dress. I went with her to a few events, growing angry at the men who made rude comments about my wife. To avoid embarrassing Sue or upsetting the people paying her, I kept silent. I told Sue my concerns, but she brushed them off.  

Sue left the dental job to become a full-time musician. She did some local gigs and traveled to other cities. She stayed away for days at a time. Home was just the cat and me. Costs mounted, and her income never fully covered the bills. When Sue was home, we fought over money and her time away.

“I will be a star soon!” she shouted.

During one of the few weekends Sue was home, she told me about an upcoming meeting with a talent scout who was working to set her up as an opening act for a major artist on tour.

“Just you wait and see, Paul, my star is on the rise,” Sue said defiantly.

Apollo and I did not see her for two weeks. This was the longest my wife had ever been away. Finally, she came home. Sue set her travel bags down and sat at our kitchen table, looking tired and defeated. I offered her a bowl of microwave soup. Apollo rubbed his head against her leg.

“I am done with singing for a living, done with living on the road. Done with it all!” Sue's soft voice was raspy. “I was so foolish to believe him. Dumb, dumb, dumb.” Her face was tear-stained.

“The talent scout?” I asked.  

A look I had never seen before came across her face. Fear, shame, hurt.

“Did he assault you or, dear God, no, rape you?” I feared the answer.

“Dear God, forgive me,” Sue cried. “I willingly had sex with him on three occasions!”

“Send me away, Paul; I understand why. Please, please forgive me; don’t hate me for the rest of your life. Remember the good times.” Sue cried for forgiveness.

Sitting in stunned silence, my mind races: ‘Did I hear correctly what Sue said? Was that really what she said?’

“I compromised my integrity and broke my promise to be faithful to you,” Sue cried. “So naive, so stupid, big-boobed bimbo.”

“You are my wife; this is your home,” I assured her.

Sue looked at me with a weak smile. She looked ten years older than she was.

“Thank you; that means everything to me. It says a great deal about your character. You need to know the whole truth about what happened. Understand how shitty I behaved. How I believed the lies I was told. How this asshat man was supposed to make me the next star.” Her voice became a whisper.

Sue took a deep breath.

“After a brief interview, Chuck, that was his name, went on about how I had to play the game to get ahead. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. For a moment, it felt good. I worried you weren't fully supporting my efforts. We had not made love in a long time. I had pushed you away. Maybe I was feeling lustful. As soon as Chuck put his hands under my shirt, it felt wrong. But I was determined to play the game and become the next big star.” Sue explained.

I handed Sue a box of tissues for her runny nose.  

“His method was crude. Roughly squeezed my tits. He dry-fingered my vagina. I kissed his prick. Chuck smelled like he had not showered in days. He had a hard time getting his cock in the right position to enter me. Barely lasted a minute before he shot his load. Should have bailed out then.” Her voice broke into sobs; tears slid down her cheeks.

“The following day, after recording some demo tapes, we went back to his hotel room. The bastard told me to get naked, get down on all fours, and be ready to take it up my ass. No foreplay. I cried—dry and uncomfortable sex. I had never hurt so bad. Of course, he shot his load quickly and said it was a great time. I thought my husband would never do this. He is a much better lover. Why am I cheating?” She sounded sorrowful.

Taking another deep breath, my wife continued.

“The third time was the worst. We were supposed to fly to New York to meet a big producer, but first we needed to take publicity photos at his office. Chuck had me put on a mini skirt and blouse with a very low neckline that barely covered my nipples. The photographer was late. That's what he said anyway. While we waited, Chuck unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

"No time to fuck, but how about a little cock sucking? If you don’t, the NYC trip is off, understand?”

"I was being such a fool," Sue cried. “I should have run away. He pushed me down on my knees; I took his cock in my mouth. He lasted longer than I hoped. My jaw was tiring. Finally, he was reaching climax. I was sure to gag on his semen. Instead, he pulled out and squirted his cum on me from my neck down, between my breasts, laughing about it. His semen stained the blouse I was wearing. Worse was yet to come. The photographer was hiding in the coat closet, watching, filming, and masturbating. While still holding his camera, he came running over and ejaculated on me too.” I screamed.

“I was humiliated and vomited. All I could do was curl up in the fetal position and cry. Finally, they put their cocks back in their pants. Both of them called me a slut and a whore, then told me to get the hell out of the building. High-fiving each other, they left the room. I needed to pull myself together and get the fuck out of there." Sue petted her cat for a few moments before continuing.

“I ripped off the blouse and skirt, using the bottom of the skirt to wipe off the semen as best I could. Next I threw both in the trash can and put on a shirt and pants from my bag, ran to the restroom, where I wetted some paper towels to clean up. I still felt slimy. Back at my hotel room, I took a long, very hot shower.” Sue finished speaking and took a long, deep breath.

“I felt physically clean but dirty in spirit. I had three more nights of trade show displays to do. By then, it was more talking about the exhibit than singing. I completed my contract. So here I am—the cheating, shameful wife.” Sue looked defeated.

"And out on the internet forever, no doubt, is video of me sucking Chuck's cock and getting covered in cum from those two bastards. Wonderful way to end my singing career." Sue ended her tragic story.

We held hands in silence for several minutes.

My best idea was to have her sleep in the spare bedroom for now while I came to terms with the situation.

“You are very kind to let me stay,” Sue whispered.

After a restless night, I woke to the smell of bacon. Sue had made breakfast: bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. She looked better than she had the night before. We ate in silence.

Breaking the silence, I asked, “Could you be pregnant? Guessing it was unprotected sex?” I hoped it was not.

“Yes, unprotected,” Sue whispered. “Thankfully, my period has begun,” she added.

“Good. Tomorrow we will go to the health clinic to get you tested for STIs.” I tried to sound positive.

“Had not considered that; you are the smart one.” Sue smiled for the first time.

I went to the clinic with Sue. We looked out of place as a married couple. We held hands, and she tried to put on a brave face. When the nurse called her name, I squeezed her hand and said I love you.

Sue tested positive for an STI. We arranged treatment. Sue had to complete the public health report listing who she had been with.

When Sue's treatment was complete, she could be intimate with me. From the outside, we looked like the happy couple. I convinced her to sing karaoke again. She applied for jobs. But we slept apart. The image of two men’s semen on her breasts, which I had loved so much before, bothered me greatly.

A few weeks later, Sue and I were visiting her grandmother at an assisted living facility—a lady in her nineties. A staff member came in to help bathe her, and we said our goodbyes.

While driving home, a plan came into my mind.

“Sue, I know you've showered many, many times since what happened. You're clean by any standard.” I was excited to share my idea.

“I need to bathe you, to convince myself you are rid of the stains on your body. Let's shower together tonight.” I was confident it would work.

Sue smiled and kissed me. I had to consciously resist the urge to speed home. We opened the front door and went to the bedroom to get ready. Sue still took time to pet Apollo.

Undressed to my underwear, I adjusted the shower to a warm temperature. Sue appeared with a towel wrapped around her. She took off the towel. It was the first time in months I had seen her nude; my jaw dropped open as I stared at Sue like a teenage boy. She stepped into the shower first, facing the spray.  

I pulled off my shorts and followed her in. I poured some body wash onto a soft washcloth, then gently ran the washcloth over her neck and back, then down over her buttocks. Kneeling, I washed her legs.

Standing up, I turned Sue around and kissed her. I used more body wash to clean her face. We embraced as the warm water washed over us. I told her over and over I loved her. Then, with my bare hands and a generous amount of the body wash, I washed her breasts. From her neck down over each breast, I caressed her, covering her in soap. In my mind's eye, I saw the stains disappear down the drain. I washed over her tummy and between her legs. She called out my name. Then we used up the hot water.

I quickly shut off the water. We stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around her and patted her dry. Sue did the same for me. With her hair still damp, we walked to our bedroom. In a warm embrace, we held our naked bodies close.

Sue pulled me down to our bed. She lay back and looked me in the eyes. She kissed me. It felt like ages since we had last shared our bed. She guided me down her neck, kissing her throat, then her breasts. To me, she smelled fresh and clean. I held each breast in my hands, running my tongue over her nipples.

I moved my efforts down to where her pubic hair began. I could smell her arousal. She opened her legs and moved my face directly in front of her womanhood. I gave her outer labia a long, slow lick. She moaned louder and opened herself fully. I made sure her inner lips got the attention they needed with my tongue.

Sue’s clit was swollen with desire. I gave her clit a gentle kiss. Her body's fluids coated my face and neck. Her cries of pleasure grew louder. She grasped my head.

“Paul, please put your cock inside me now! Make love to me! It’s been so long since I've been with you. Love you, Paul.” Sue opened her legs wide.

“No condom tonight?” I asked.

“Not tonight. Fill me with your cum!” she shouted.

My hard cock slid easily into her very warm and wet pussy. Thrusting in and out of her like the very first time we were together.

Sue gripped the sheets.

“Paul, Paul, it feels so fucking good.” Sue’s mouth dropped open. “Cuming, oh oh oh, Paul ahh!”

Her pussy squeezed down on my cock.

That desire to push into her as far as I could took control. With one final deep thrust, I held it in for a few seconds. No holding myself back now. I started pumping cum deep inside her. Soon, a sticky puddle pooled between our legs. I held myself up with my arms above her. We kissed. I told her how much I loved her. Sue thanked me for forgiving her and promised never to be unfaithful to me again. I was her forever lover.

Sue was hired to manage another dentist's office. We paid down our credit card debt. We never talked about her singing gigs or what happened again. Not long after our intimacy resumed, Sue was pregnant with our daughter.

A difficult, sad chapter had ended. I couldn’t imagine my life without Sue and our baby girl Carla.