Cheater's Lament

Let me make this perfectly clear. I absolutely, positively, unequivocally love my wife. 

Now don't get me wrong. I am not a perfect husband. I have forgotten out anniversary a couple times in 20 years of relatively blissful marriage, I've stayed out late a few times with the boys playing poker, visited a few Gentlemen's Clubs and I generally refuse to paint the family room pink. 

Overall, though, I think I've been a pretty good mate. Supportive, considerate, heck I even put the toilet seat down after each and every use. 

Recently, though, I blew it. Or should I say it blew me, and I blew it big time. 

Let me explain. 

Although our marriage has been good, I've always enjoyed looking at the fairer sex. Heck, a history of looking, not touching, has always been a motto to live by, even if the looking tends to make a man a bit frisky. 

While my honey and I had an active sex life, like most couples the frequency has decreased over the years. 

I've read Cosmopolitan and other women's magazines, and I have found from numerous sources and surveys that the average woman has sex about 1.7 times a week. Now I am not a mathematician, but even I can figure out that means the "typical" woman has sex at least 88 times a year. 

Cindy and I, on the other hand, have like clockwork about 14 sexual experiences in a typical year. If you are counting, that's 11 wonderful sessions of intercourse, two outstanding blow jobs and one unbelievable session of 69 that knocked both of our socks off and curled her toes. Great sex. Stellar sex. Killer sex. Just not enough of it for me. 

Maybe after 23 years of me --- three years or courting and 20 years of marriage --- has taken its toll and reduced our desire for each other. Maybe we are just getting old. 

Hence the problem. I am not tired of her and while I am 43 I feel like I'm 29. 

And as a person who thinks he's 29 and loves to look at women, when temptation lifts its head willpower needs to conquer the libido. 

Enter Kristine, she's about the same size as my wife --- about 5-7, 130 pounds --- with blue eyes (my wife's are brown) and flowing blonde hair. Kristine is a secretary in the Accounting Department, located across the hall from my office. 

I will admit that for several months Kristine and I innocently flirted. I'd tell her how good she looked, especially when she wore a particular pleated skirt and white blouse which gave off the image of a schoolgirl. That look got a rise out of me, and what really got me going was the infrequent crossing and uncrossing of her shapely legs which generally resulted in me getting an eyeful of her thighs and, when I hit the jackpot, her panties. 

Still, it was playful fun until one of our weekly luncheon get togethers, where she wore this sexy short skirt to TGIFriday's. The restaurant was packed, and I since I had a "can't miss" meeting to get to soon after lunch we were stuck. I was in the midst of begging out of our luncheon when she offered to sit at those high-topped tables in the bar in an effort to speed things up. 

It was a good move, one that got significantly better after lunch when I was returning to the table from the men's room. As I approached the table I had a perfect shot of Kristine's slightly spread legs, a view which including a bird's eye view up her nylon clad legs. Those nylons stopped well up her thigh, and bare skin was all that was above except for a wisp of hair. She was panty-less and I was hard, as the view nearly stopped me in my tracks. 

As I sat back down at the table, a move made difficult due to the tent in my pants, I smiled at the pretty woman across from me and told her that she was a firecracker and bombshell of a woman, and that her husband was a lucky guy. 

"Yea right," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "he doesn't give me the time of day. It has been mighty cold at night, if you know what I mean." 

I couldn't believe it. This woman had model qualities, a great sense of humor, and was a great person to boot. 

"We hardly ever do it any more," she continued. "I really think he likes watching the Sopranos or NYPD Blue more than watching me strip for him." 

My head shook my brain not understanding how it could be. At first I believed she was putting me on. "That makes no sense, Kristine, don't pull my chain." 

"I'd rather pull something else," she replied with a smile. "I think you would know how to properly behave in the boudoir of a woman." 

To flirt or not to flirt was not the question. That was a definite come-on statement or my name isn't Jon Robert. 

My eyes looked down at my watch and realized I had to take leave or get into serious trouble back at the office. The longing for the legal tender got the better of me, but I asked if we could continue this conversation soon. 

"You're such a spoilsport, Jon, but I understand...how about after work tomorrow," Kristine asked. "Bill has his golf league after work and he won't be home until eight or so. We can get a drink after work." 

"You're on, young lady," I replied, leading her to the door. 

The next 28 hours went by like a blur. I got a good night's rest, told my wife Cindy I would be working late but promised to be home by 8, and then kicked some serious ass at work the next day. Several times, though, thoughts of what might occur that night got me into a hard condition while sitting at my desk. On a trip to the rest room I fondled my hard cock but thought better of satisfying myself on the odd chance that a certain lady named Kristine might take care of my needs that evening. 

At 5:30 I met Kristine in the parking lot, and we decided to rendezvous at a local shot and a beer pub called McNally's. Within minutes we were sitting down to Harps, and spent the next hour flirting, talking, and flirting some more. 

It has been said that time flies when you are having fun, and before I knew it the clock has passed seven. Both of us lamented that we had to leave, but each promised we'd do it again soon. 

In the parking lot, I kissed her on the cheek good night and watched as she entered her Miata. I waved goodbye and strode toward my car in the back of the lot while she went toward the front. Much to my surprise, however, she circled back and stood next to my Chevy seconds later. 

"You kissed me, Jon, and the least I can do is give you a hug. It's the ladylike thing to do," she said, giving me that come hither look. 

Who was I to argue with a pretty lady? 

I started to get out of my car, but she told me to stay put something about too many people walking around in the lot and not wanting to be noticed. She got in the passenger's side of my car, settled in, and opened her arms for a hug. Ever the flirt, I nibbled her neck, expecting a slap. She responded by starting a slow, sensual rubbing between my legs. 

If that hand-play was shocking, what happened next was a dozy, as I felt then heard my zipper sliding down followed by her hand snaking its way into my boxers. Within seconds my manhood stood at full attention as she caressed it first inside my underwear then slipping it out into the open air. 

I didn't know whether to jump from the car or jump for joy, but neither option appeared available. When she whispered into my ear that she had "wanted to do this for a long, long time," my dick jumped past its former record state of length. When she bent her head down and licked the tip of my cock, then slowly stroked it while she engulfed the head, I nearly exploded. 

It has been said all good things must come to an end, but this ending came much too soon. I didn't last more than a minute before shooting my seed into her bobbing, tantalizing mouth. She gulped, swallowed and continued sucking until I just had to pull her off my sensitive cock head. 

Kristine looked up at me, cum escaping from her lips, and smiled. With that she rose and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my lips, a kiss that drew tongue action from both of us for several minutes. 

"Was that as good for you as for me?" Kristine asked with a smile. 

I incredulously replied, "You have got to be kidding, if it was better for you than for me then you are one hell of a woman. I am well past cloud nine." 

We kissed for a while, with Kristine beginning her stroking action once more. I told her she was getting me crazy again, she said she knew, but that she only had a couple minutes and wanted to feel me inside her. Who was I to tell a woman no? She moved me to the passenger side seat, then lifted her skirt and sat right down upon my dick. Slowly she lifted on and off my rock hard cock, rocking to a tune on the radio. 

It wasn't long before I was groaning as she was moaning in spite of the tight quarters---the car, not her pussy. Both were tight! We rocked as best we could, and I could hear the urge in her actions. We both orgasmed within seconds of each other, holding each other tightly until my weakening cock slipped out of her sopping wet pussy. I still had on my pants; I had fucked her with a dick which was the only part of my private area that was exposed. Kristine climbed off me, smoothing down her skirt, while I zipped up and awkwardly looked at the woman who had knocked my socks off with her lovemaking. 

We talked for a while, until both of us begged off as we had spouses to get to before search parties were released. 

The next day we both blushed at the sight of each other, but the nervousness was short-lived. Kristine took care of that when we met in the hallway near the cafeteria and told me she was not ashamed of what we did, and that she didn't want to break up my marriage and hoped I wouldn't do anything stupid to mess up hers. 

We agreed, yet still we also agreed to meet again. The following Wednesday Cindy was going out of town to visit her sister and her Bill was not supposed to return from his annual management conference until Friday. We made a date to meet Wednesday night at her house where we would have a night to remember. 

The next week flew by and in retrospect, it was a night to remember. I arrived and we sat, talked and drank wine for nearly and hour before we began ravishing each other on the living room couch. Kristine once again nearly set my cock off like a firecracker before slipping back into the couch to let me return the oral favor. After a bit we ended up in a 69 slumber party, bring each other to orgasm via magical mouth play. 

After washing up, I told her I wanted to do her doggie style and bent her over her husband's bed. Minutes after beginning my thrusting into her hot, wet pussy, we were both stunned to shock when my wife Cindy said from the door way, "Am I interrupting something?" She then proceeded to storm the bed, all the while slashing a leather belt at both of us. 

At first I couldn't stop my fucking of Kristine, thrusting several times as the belt hit my back, but the pain quickly got the better of me and I jumped off the woman and turned toward my wife just as her boot came flashing into my crotch. As I writhed to the ground in pain Cindy beat my partner in sexual crime on the back and legs a couple times before her boot found its way to Kristine's ass. As the woman yelped my wife pivoted and left the room. 

Kristine and I were in shock. We consoled each other while wondering what to do next. My marriage was gone, and we both knew full well that somehow her husband would be hearing about this escapade. 

"Go home and reason with her," said Kristine, reviewing our options. "Tell her anything, beg her forgiveness, just don't let her tell Bill what we've been doing. It would kill him, and I don't want to lose him. I love him." 

I nodded but didn't think words would work with my wife. I ended up at a local hotel where I barely slept before trudging off to work the next morning. I attempted to call Cindy numerous times, left messages on the answering machine and finally decided to bit the bullet and go to my house to beg forgiveness. Complicating the problem was the fact that Kristine called out sick and I couldn't even asked her to help me drown our sorrows together. 

Boy was I shocked when I got home and entered the house. There was Cindy, dressed to kill, sitting in the living room with a grim-looking Kristine and her muscular husband Bill. All eyes were upon me as I entered the room with a fluster look on my face and stutter in my speech. 

"Uuuuh, hello." 

"Sit down and shut up," barked Cindy, pointing at the chair, "you are a worthless piece of shit and I don't want to hear a word from you unless I tell you to speak." 

Cindy rose, took a swig from her Corona, and then began pacing near the stairwell. 

"Here's how I see it. I can file for divorce and there isn't a court in the world that wouldn't give me everything. And I would not go quietly, either, your boss will hear about how you two have been dallying and fucking around on company time, your mother and father will hear about how and why I kicked your ass out of the house they bought for us...and your unborn child." 

The last comment stilled my heart. I heard the words but didn't believe them. Or, maybe I just didn't understand. 

"Yes, you knocked me up, you bastard, I was going to surprise you with that knowledge the other night when you were late getting home. If not for Mary Ann Sweeney catching your "dip the dicky" foray with Ms. Slutface Kristine here in the parking lot last week I wouldn't have known a thing about your fucking around, but she caught you two in action and was friend enough to tell me. That led me to follow you to this little whore's house and catch your act in person. I wouldn't have believed it, but I saw it first hand. 

"Now as I have said her to husband Bill here, I think you are shit and should be kicked the hell out of this house, but I am worried about my soon to be son or daughter. So I ask you, what is it you want, and don't tell me you don't know." 

I stared at my wife, shaking and beginning to tear up. I never wanted her to know, I didn't want to hurt her, and I knew I did wrong. "Honey I'm so sorry, I screwed up royally, but I love you. I didn't mean for this to happen. I ...." 

Cindy cut me off. "Just as I expected, you are babbling on. The question is, where do we go from here? You have two choices, kiss my ass goodbye and get out of my life, or swear to me on your mother's health that you will never, ever, look at another woman for as long as you live. I can't say you'll ever sleep with me again, that I will ever trust you again, but I will at least keep you in the house so your child has a father. An asshole of a father, but a father." 

"I want you,"" I quietly said. 

I couldn't believe it when she said it was settled then. "You aren't good enough to have me. Still, your piece of shit slut and her husband have agreed to the same thing, although he should ship the bitch off the same cliff I should send you, but for some reason we're willing to give you two another chance. But that chance comes with certain requirements." 

"Anything, honey, you name it," I quickly said. 

"One, you two are never to so much as look at each other again. You aren't to be alone with each other, and at the earliest possible time one of you, and we don't care whom, has to take a job with another company. Two, you each are to treat your me with respect and honor. And three, you each will be required to perform penance for your transgressions. Now Kristine has already agreed to this, and it's up to you." 

I realized my wife would take me back, and I immediately said yes to her demands. 

"Good, now take down your pants," snapped Cindy. "Make it snappy." 

I looked at her like she had two heads, then looked at our visitors, then back at her. 

"You don't have an option here, Jon, so get them down and bend over the kitchen table." 

My eyes closed as I realized I was going to be humiliated by a spanking in front of Kristine and her husband. But if that was the worst price I had to pay to get back in my wife's good graces, so be it. 

Oh, if it was only that easy. 

I lowered my trousers, then my boxers, and waddled over to the kitchen table, bending over it and showing my bare ass to the room. 

"That's good," said Cindy before cracking a belt and leaving a massive welt over my reddening ass. I cried out in pain. Then came another swat, then another. 

"Now, what were you two doing when I found you the other night?" demanded my wife? 

I paused, but decided since she knew everything I would admit, admit and admit. "I was fucking Kristine," 

"And how were you fucking her?" 

"Doggy style." 

"Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, I suspect. Don't you agree, Bill?" 

His voice got louder as he closed the gap between the chair where he had been sitting and the kitchen table. "Yes, it is. And it would be good to give this bastard husband of yours a reminder of his actions." 

My wife told Kristine to place duct tape on my mouth, undoubtedly so as to stiffle any sreams of pain. I braced for what undoubtedly would be a series of stinging slaps from the belt by Kristine's husband. But nothing could brace me for what really happened. 

There was a short pause, and then I felt a manly finger forcing its way into my ass. What followed was worse, as for the first time in my life I felt a cock slither up against my anus. 

"Nnnooooo!" I moaned, a sound subdued by the tape. 

The cock pushed, without a second of tenderness, against my dry anus. It pushed and pushed until it slithered inside with a pop as I futily yelled against the tape. I truly thought I would die as Bill rammed his rock-hard cock into my virgin asshole. He didn't merely fuck me, he fucked to hurt me, gloating all the while how tight I was...so much tighter than his cock-sucking whore of a wife. 

I would like to say I took it like a man, but not even the manliest of men would take this. I thought my ass was going to explode attempting to take on his massive dick. No mercy was showed as he plowed into me, fucking me and spanking me and calling me every name imaginable. "Fuck my wife, you bastard, and you will pay," said Bill, grabbing a hardback book off the desk and slamming it against my ass while his cock pistoned in and out of my asshole. 

As tears streamed down my face I desperately looked at Cindy, begging with my eyes for her to get be away from this monster of a man. She sort of grimaced, then let a smile creep along her lips. 

"You like fucking doggie style? Well now you know how it feels," she spat at me. "Fuck you Jon, fuck you." 

My wife turned to Kristine and shoved her onto the floor. She beat the poor woman with a belt, then made her lick her feet while calling her every worthless name in the book. Cindy then grabbed at a dildo and first made Kristine suck it before inserting it in her ass. My wife fucked the ass I had recently caressed, and spared no pain. Soon Kristine was bawling her eyes out, as was I. 

All the while I was helpless and being fucked royally up the ass. There was no other way to put it. My previously untouched asshole was aching and no end was in sight. Bill continued to rumble my ass with his cock, laughing at my pain. It was a relief when he came deep up my ass, because his dick began shrinking and that lowered the hurt.