CHAPTER 1
SAYING GOODBYE
“Honey, I need to tell you something.” My wife Irene says to me the second I walk into the house after a very long hard week at work.
I knew what she was going to ask, or rather tell me. If she were to ask me, there would be nothing but a resounding “hell no!!” I would like to believe that we both knew this. I know that even though I had been trying to prepare myself for what was going to happen tonight. It was going to be painful. Soul destroyingly painful.
Elisabeth Heart, a good friend of ours, had brought it to my attention. She pointed out some things I hadn’t noticed over the last few months, causing me to hack into my wife’s email account. I also checked her phone Records. The phones were in my name, so I had the phone company print out all the text messages as well as all of her call history.
We had been married for seven years, and I was devastated! I had tried so hard to give her everything she could ever need or want, but I guess it wasn’t enough, and I felt like such a clueless smuck. I know I am a guy, but losing your wife, even if it had only been seven years, is devastating. I had wept… Make that I bawled my fucking eyes out over the last few days.
I had tried to give her everything she wanted. But I guess it wasn’t enough. So, I waited for her to tell me, what I knew would be the beginning of the end for us. The end of our marriage, and our lives together.
She had a serious look on her face, so serious that I knew she was in her determined mind set mindset, and nothing I would, or could say or do would change her mind. I walked over to her and took a seat. I knew that my legs would probably become weak and I might even fall if I remained standing.
Irene was in a very pretty dress that I had bought her a few years ago. (Talk about twisting the gawd damn knife). I bought it for her so that we could go out dancing together. I had to admit that it looked fabulous on her. She had a mega hot mega-hot figure that more men than I could count wanted to experiment with. Fortunately, she had always been loyal to me. Well until recently anyway.
“Baby…” she starts trying to set me at ease and get me in a good mood. “…I am going out tonight!” she continued in a matter-of-fact voice.
I kept staring at her trying to keep my expression neutral. I was wondering if she was going to lie to me or try the direct truth approach.
“I won’t be home until sometime tomorrow. I’ will be spending the night in a motel with a guy.” She let out matter-of-factly.
I knew she wanted to hide the fact that she was going to spend the night with a male, but she had always been a terrible liar. I sat there trying not to show any emotion at all, but I was surprised that she actually told me the truth.
She swallowed, then stood up.
I watched as she moved nervously around the house in the dress that I had bought her, and realized that this was the first time she had ever worn it. The kicker was, that she had put it on for another man, and not me. Again, the thought twisted the dagger that had been thrust into my heart by her betrayal.
All I could do was look at her and see, even though she was cutting my heart out of my chest, right then, she was beautiful. I noticed she also put on six-inch stiletto heels which made her legs and ass look intoxicating. The color of the dress really accented her complexion and showed off her beautiful curves perfectly. Just how I had envisioned her in it when I had purchased it.
I knew every man who saw her would try to hit on her tonight. But I also knew they wouldn’t have a chance. I knew that an ‘ASS HOLE’ named Tim Plank was going to fend off anyone who tried tonight. And I wouldn’t be any ware around.
He had always had a thing for her, and the sad thing is, I had known it. I had a warning from our good friend of ours, Elisabeth Heart: she worked with Irene and noticed she was getting way to too fresh with Tim.
Elisabeth’s warnings encouraged me to hack into her email account. Where I followed the seduction of my wife over the last few months.
I had learned all this, but I couldn’t give anything away. Not yet anyway. I kept quiet about it. I had long ago, vowed to myself: One, that I would never want a woman that didn’t want me, and two, I would NOT play second fiddle to any woman. I refuse to be a consolation prize.
I had a girlfriend in high school that I was really falling for. Head over hills, over the moon type puppy love. After a short time, we had a double date with a good friend of mine, Van. Van’s girlfriend broke up with him the very next day, I never knew why.
After that, Sue, my girlfriend started to hang out with Van more than me. I could read her like a book and knew she wanted him and not me, so I called it quits and told her to be happy with Van.
Sue didn’t really want to give me up, because Van was very picky and really didn’t want her. However, he had that ‘Tall Dark and Hansom’ vibe down to a science, so Sue couldn’t stop pursuing him.
But I had cut it off with Sue, flat and very coldly. She tried to get back into my good graces after Van refused to date her, but I forcefully told her, “You want Van, go be happy with him. I am NOT going to be anyone’s consolation prize.”
I know it hurt her, but why would anyone assume that role. ?
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I felt a strong sense of emasculation, with Irene telling me that she would be spending the night with another man.
My silence and lack of confrontation started making Irene very nervous. She started to ramble, “You know I was a virgin when we met, and well, you have been around the block a time or two.”
Reality check. I had been with two women before her. One was the high school cherry picker. Fucking her was an absolute disaster. The second was a one-night stand, which terrified me for months afterward, thinking that I had caught the clap. I even got tested twice. So, I was really not all that experienced.
Irene continued, “I really want to see the difference between men. I want to know what I’m missing.”
I still remained silent.
She stopped talking for a while. Then I heard a horn sound in front of my own home.
Irene looked relieved as she came alert and told me, “He is here, I have to go. I will be back tomorrow sometime in the afternoon.” Then she grabbed, what looked like an overnight bag along with her purse, then started to bolt out the door.
It was then that I said the first words to her that night. In as calm of a voice as I could muster, I simply said, “I won’t be here when you get back.”
She stopped halfway to the door and looked back at me for a long moment. We had been together for seven years now and married five. I had treated her like a queen. She had the full range of the house. I thought we had a good marriage, but over the last few weeks, I was beginning to reassess my thoughts.
As she was reassessing her position, the horn sounded again. She smiled at me and said, “It’s only one date.” Then she turned and hurried out the door without another word.
After a long moment of trying to suck the pain down, I picked up my cell Phone phone and texted Chriss. “She did it. She’s gone.” Then I hit send. I continued sitting on the sofa and could feel my eyes stinging as I watched the last seven years of my life go up in smoke.
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I had met him, my wife’s new lover at a company function. I had watched him flirting with Irene for nearly the whole of the night. He had even put a few hand prints on my wife, places where no man should ever touch another man’s wife.
At first, he took her hand and gave me a smirk, knowing I was in the same room. He intentionally caressed her arm and her neck. I was ready to burst when he bent over and kissed her cheek once.
She had flamed red but didn’t stop him. I about came out of my skin and wanted to tear him a new one, nearly going to jail for assault, but Elizabeth, who had seen what had happened, blocked me, thus freeing me from a long-term jail sentence.
Elisabeth talked me down and kept me away from both my wife and Tim that night. later she even confronted Irene. But Irene played dumb.
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Reading the emails Irene and Tim sent each other, I knew when they had planned their rendezvous, I even knew which hotel they were going to be at. I knew they would go dancing first, something my wife loved to do, but we didn’t have much of a chance lately. I knew everything about this date. I was just hoping I was wrong.
As it turned out, I wasn’t.
I picked up the Cell phone again. I texted another number, “She did it. You should see them in a few.” It took some time to do it as my tears were causing my vision to blur.
I heard the pickup truck pull up to the house. I still couldn’t get up quite yet. But I listened to it move back and forth in front of what used to be our home and knew that my good friend Chris was backing his utility trailer up to the front door.
When he succeeded, four friends of mine and I moved out of the home I had known for the last seven years.
The house itself belonged to my wife. There was no disputing that. Her mother bought it for her just before we married. Both her mother and father made sure that I knew, that if we didn’t make It, the house would revert to her, and to her alone.
I accepted the stipulations. I was stupidly thinking we would last forever. (Ok, I was a dumbass!)
CHAPTER 2
The DATE: Irene
I got into the fairly nice Lexis and immediately moved over to kiss Tim on the cheek. He turned his head and kissed my lips instead. He started to brush his tongue across my lips wanting me to open my mouth, but I backed off and told him. “Tim, please, he may very well be watching right now, let’s go.”
Tim shrugged my comment off and put the car in gear. I knew he loved making a man a cuckold even more than sleeping with a hot woman like me. He headed towards the Four Seasons Hotel, where we had a motel room reserved for us. They also had a lounge with a dance floor and an extremely nice restaurant.
The drive took about fifteen minutes. my entire body tingled with so much excitement that I could feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation of the night ahead. I was very much looking forward to sampling another man for the first time in my life.
Ryan had been my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I knew that I really did love my husband as much as any woman could love another man. But I just needed to know what it was to be with another man, or rather what the difference was between different men.
They say curiosity kills the cat, But I believed that nothing I could do would kill our marriage. I knew that we had a very strong marriage, Ryan just adores me, so much that it doesn’t matter what I did, he will just keep coming back for more.
I trusted my husband with both my life and our love. He had never misbehaved in the slightest around other women. Not even a simple flirt. He was a straight shooter for sure. He would only talk about me and our marriage in a very positive way to all his friends and acquaintances. Saying very nice and loving things about me and our relationship, something I very much loved about him.
By the time we got to the hotel, my pussy was so wet I could feel the moisture on my inner thighs. My nipples were like little diamonds, hard with anticipation.
We parked and walked to the front desk together. Tim leading the way to check in and get the card keys. He was smiling from ear to ear, and for good reason.
“Irene. You certainly look beautiful tonight.”
“Why, thank you, Tim.”
He reached out, took my hand, and led me into the restaurant. The host seated us, and the wine steward appeared. Tim ordered champagne.
“I must say, Irene, I’ve been looking forward to this evening. I’m so glad you agreed to go out with me.”
“I am too Tim. Dinner and dancing are high on my list of favorite ways to spend an evening.”
He leaned over and kissed me. Of course, I kissed him back.
“It’s going to get a lot better later. I guarantee it.” Tim assured me.
We had a nice dinner. From there, we went to the lounge and found a seat near the dance floor. They had a live band playing a cross of country and rock and roll music. Since we were seated near the dance floor, Tim didn’t waste any time pulling me up for a dance. The band started a slow set, and he pulled me into his arms and swept me around the floor.
He was an excellent dancer, and it seemed like he was floating on a cloud. He slowly pulled me closer and still closer, until I felt his cock against my stomach.
At this time, I couldn’t tell for sure, but he didn’t seem to be that big. In fact, he seemed much smaller than Ryan. Yet still my pussy tingled and I got wetter, just at the thought of him being this close to me and rubbing his cock on my stomach.
Three songs later we were back at the table. Another bottle of champagne appeared, and our glasses were filled. We made small talk, punctuated with kisses, but all I really wanted was to go upstairs to his room, and really start the date.
“Let’s go up to my room, and have another drink,” he finally asked, as if reading my mind.
I smiled as he helped me up from the table, signed for the tab, and led me to the elevators. He stood behind me as the doors closed. Immediately his arms went around me and cupped my breasts from behind, rubbing my already hard nipples through the dress and bra. I turned my head allowing him to kiss my neck. He then pulled my dress up above my hips and found that I had worn no panties.
“I like that,” he said with a big smile reaching down in between my legs. He then easily inserted a finger into my very wet pussy.
After the elevator stopped on our floor, we walked arm-in-arm to his room. Once the door closed, we pulled off each other’s clothes very quickly.
He then picked me up, carried me to the bed, and softly dropped me on it. Then he fell beside me. Our lips met, and our legs intertwined. I then finally got a chance to see his cock.
I could only stare in disbelief. The thing couldn’t be any bigger than my thumb. And it was fully erect to boot. But if it was anything more than four inches long, I would have been shocked. Ryan’s cock was a great seven inches long and as thick as my small wrist. Tim’s cock wasn’t even as thick as my thumb, it wasn’t any longer either.
Talk about a mood killer, I thought as I felt my amorous mood drop like a stone. But I was stuck. It was me that had encouraged the Rendezvous’. And it was me that hadn’t stopped any of his flirtatious behavior at work.
I had noticed him looking at me, so I was the one that had started flirting with him. And now, this is where it led us.
I wanted nothing to do with a cock that was this small. But I couldn’t just leave now, could I?
Tim took control out of my hands and twirled me around, putting my back to the wall. Tim then raised me up and spread my legs with his knees.
I knew I had to suck it up, remembering that it was me who came here to get laid and to cheat on Ryan and experience another man. So, I refocused my mind on that task, opening my legs so that he could put his pathetic cock into my cunt.
I felt his cock rub on the outside of my pussy. He ground on me; while I was up against the wall for what seemed to be forever, a very long time. Way too long.
There was no way Tim could get his pathetic cock into me, let alone anywhere near my cervix. The more he ground his pathetic cock on my cunt, the more disgusted I had become and the more I regretted ever going out with him.
Tim then bent down and began sucking on my tits. I normally liked it when Ryan sucked on them. But my amorous mood was spoiled and I had lost all my desire to even do this much.
Still feeling trapped. I just wanted—make that needed him to come quickly. Here I was committing adultery, and the man didn’t even have a fucking cock. ‘I sure hope he can eat pussy well.’ I thought to myself.
I had to continue to remind myself that most of this was my idea. I had encouraged him to continue. It was me that had given him my email address, and my cell number. Pretty much I had set most of this up.
Tim grew board bored sucking my tits. So, he started to work his way down between my legs. For the second time this night, I started to become aroused. Tim had bragged about what a great pussy eater he was. So, I spread my legs again, and for him. I was hoping beyond hope he would know what he was doing with his tongue.
After about thirty seconds, I knew he didn’t. He lapped at my cunt, missing my clitoris and labia altogether. I swore that he licked my legs more than my cunt.
Then he rose to mount me missionary style. He ground his three-inch member on my cunt again, just like he did before when I was against the wall. This continued for a long time, again, way too long.
I hoped that he wouldn’t take long. But he just kept grinding on me. I decided to start talking dirty to him, hoping beyond hope that it would hurry him up. “Oh, Tim you are such a great fuck.” I lied. “Oh, Tim give it to me but good!!” I encouraged.
Tim began to respond to my slutty talking and asked. “Am I better than Ryan?”
I wanted to say. ‘Fuck no you dick-less piece of shit; Ryan is a thousand times the man you are… You are nothing but a small pricked piece of crap. Ryan is a man.’ But I knew that would make him take longer. So instead, I said. “Oh, Ryan has nothing on you, Tim. I may never fuck him again!!” Continuing to lie.
It felt like hours to me, but in reality, it was only about twenty minutes before Tim finally came on my pussy. There was no way he could have gotten his cock inside me, let alone alone cum inside me.
Tim collapsed on me after he had cum. I pushed him off, grabbed my overnight bag, and rushed into the bathroom where I started the shower and got in. I washed myself three times, trying to get his sent off me, as I had never felt filthier in my life than I did right then.
After I was somewhat satisfied, I got out of the shower and dressed quickly, walking out of the bathroom and preparing to face Tim.
Tim was awake and playing with his tiny cock. “Ready for some more?” He asked me.
I managed to keep the smile on my face but told him, “No thanks, you were so good that I don’t think I could handle anymore.”
Tim then noticed that I was dressed. “Aren’t we going to spend the night together Irene?” he asked with a sad puppy dog look.
I couldn’t find any compassion for him. “Honey, I really need to get back to my husband. Remember, I am married.”
Tim then told me, “If that ever changes, think of me, because I want to be the first in line. You are the best fuck I have ever had. But more than that, I had always wanted you.”
I told him; “I don’t know if you are the best Tim, but you will no doubt be the most memorable”. Knowing that he was no doubt the worst mistake of my life.
I left the room and pulled my cell out to call an Uber. I then made it to the lobby of the hotel and waited for it to show up.