The clock on the cable box read 4:18 am. I was still in my recliner, having fallen asleep watching the late news while wondering where my wife Margie was at that time.
Margie had been to a business dinner with several others, sealing the deal with a new client she had worked on for almost a year. Margie sent me a text in midafternoon; she was so excited, telling me the deal was done and told me she couldn’t call me until later.
I was excited for her. This was important for her, a feather in her cap. The sales bonus was a big one. Her commissions would be wonderful for us. We were ten years from retirement, which might make that happen even faster.
I came home from work at my normal time. I am a financial advisor and a fiduciary for a major investment company, and I do quite well. Over the years, almost fifteen, I have built a large business book with substantial clients. I have also been very astute in my investments, creating an outstanding portfolio comprising stocks, bonds, metals, and even some cryptocurrencies. Overall, my assets have grown well into seven figures. I have also built a similar portfolio for Margie. She is just short of one million; with this new money, it will rapidly grow to over a million.
We rarely discuss these accounts, usually only at tax time when Margie sees the statements. She is always shocked by how well we have done. Knowing we want to retire young; Margie has never asked for money from the accounts. We want to enjoy traveling the world and experiencing the wonders of other cultures before we settle somewhere we pick out during our travels.
Unfortunately, we could not have natural children, so we chose not to adopt either. It was painful for Margie at first, but over the years, we have been devoted to each other and spend much of our personal time working with children helping to better their lives. Our charity has helped fill that gap somewhat. We also dote on our five nieces and nephews and two Godchildren.
We love each other and our friends, being unofficial aunts and uncles to several of their children.
We live in a large home, much too big for the two of us. So, we host a college student from Costa Rica in our guest house. Gabriela came to us through an international college assistance program. She has lived with us and received support for two years. She cooks, cleans, and does other domestic work in return for our assistance. Gabriela is a beautiful young lady, twenty years old, with an incredible smile, olive skin, and a great body. We love having her in our home. She is a breath of fresh air in our busy lives.
We have a wonderful life and have learned to live with our situation and thrive.
As I woke up, I noticed a light in the kitchen that I had not turned on. Gabriela was away for a few days, so Margie must have turned it on. I got up and walked into the kitchen, putting my drink glass in the sink. I saw Margie’s purse and computer bag on the counter and a note.
“Hi babe, I tried to wake you, but you were really out. Come to bed and wake me, please. Love you, M.”
I walked up the stairs and down the hall seeing a light glowing. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw Margie in bed. She was naked, with the sheet partially covering her lower body. Her beautiful breasts were displayed, and my body reacted with a stirring between my legs.
I walked into the bathroom, and Margie’s clothes were scattered. I gathered them up and put them in the hamper. I turned and looked into the shower. The black thong she had worn today was lying on the floor, I thought that was odd. I reached in to pick them up and noticed a douche bottle in the corner. That shocked me. Why would she wear her thong into the shower and need to douche in the middle of the night?
Then a light went on in my sleep fogged mind. Jesus, the only reason would be to clean another man’s cum out of her pussy. That thought woke me up completely. I took off my clothes and got on my knees in the shower. I looked all over the floor until I found what I had hoped not to see. Sadness and anger gripped me as I took the wet thong in my hand, squeezed out any remaining water, opened the pussy pouch, and rubbed it over the large glob of cum I found on the tile floor.
I picked up the douche bottle, and there was more cum on the side where it had run out of Margie’s pussy as she was douching. I stood and walked naked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen to get a plastic bag. I placed the evidence in the bag and sealed it. I took it into my office and locked it in my safe.
I walked back into the kitchen. I opened the freezer, took out the Grey Goose vodka bottle, poured half a tumbler full, and drank it. As I poured the second glass, I heard movement behind me. I didn’t turn. I drank the second glass as Margie’s bear arms wrapped around me and her hot body pressed against my back.
Margie kissed my back, whispering, “Chan, why are you drinking vodka at 5:00 am?”
I poured a third glass and drank it down. I stood still and said nothing.
Margie asked, “Chan, what is going on?”
I slowly moved her arms and turned, looking down at her. I am six feet two, and Margie is a foot shorter at five feet two, so I tower over her when we are barefooted.
“I think I am the one that should be asking that question!” My voice was stern and direct.
The look in her eyes was that of confusion. “What do you mean?”
I moved away from her and walked to my office. I heard her padding along behind me. I opened my safe and took out the plastic bag. I turned, seeing her standing just inside the door. I threw the bag at her. Margie was surprised, but she caught it. She looked at me, then the bag and its contents. A look of shock appeared before she turned and ran from the room, gasping, “Oh God!”
I sat in my chair, thinking about what had happened in the past several hours. I had come home, and Gabriela had made a wonderful Cobb salad. We had a nice bottle of wine with it. Then I worked a little, creating some after-hours trades and making some money. Then I sat down to watch some mindless TV while I waited for Margie to get home so we could celebrate her success.
At this point, I realized that I had not received a call from Margie as she had promised in her earlier text. That was rare. We always over-communicated, so Margie not calling me was significant.
I had expected Margie to be home by 10:00 pm, but she was late. At some point, bored by the TV, I fell asleep. I never heard her come home, and she did not wake me, which was also odd. Why would she leave me sleeping in the chair? She had never done that before.
Then I wake up and wonder where Margie is. I go to find her, and she is naked in bed, looking very sexy, half-covered. I go to the bathroom to pee. You know the rest, so far.
As I sat thinking, I could make no sense of what Margie had done—Fucked Someone and Cheated on me!
Margie had to explain this before I let my brain create unsavory images I could not erase. I already had evidence, cum in her thong and the douche bottle, neither of which could ever be unseen. I didn’t need imaginary shit mixing up in my head.
I stood and walked up the stairs. I looked in our bedroom; no, Margie, she was not in the bathroom either. I walked down the long hall to the second master suite and tried the door, and it was locked.
“Margie, open the door!” I said firmly and waited.
“Margie, open the Goddamn door!” I never swore at her, so she knew I was serious.
I pounded on the door as my fury rose. “Margie, open the fucking door… NOW!”
Finally, I heard the lock turn, but Margie did not open the door.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Margie was lying on the bed, balled up with the duvet pulled over her. She was not looking at me, and her little body was visibly trembling, like freezing. Yes, the air was cold, but not from the weather, but rather from treachery and betrayal.
I walked into the room, standing at the foot of the bed. I looked at Margie, and she was hiding under the covers. At that moment, I wanted to grab her and strangle her. How could she cheat on me and fuck up our perfect fucking life?
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I came home extremely late. I had been a bad woman tonight. Before tonight I had never done what I did tonight, losing all control over myself and allowing my new client to take advantage of me. As we celebrated, we had dinner and drank a lot of wine on top of the three vodka martinis I had in the bar earlier.
To be clear I did cheat once before a couple of years ago. I was swept off my feet by my fitness trainer. We were on and off for two months, then he was hurt in a fight and left town, thank God. Chan never found out about Josh, and I swore then that would never happen again.
But then tonight it happened. It had all started innocently. We met in the bar for drinks, then went to Ruth Chris for a spectacular dinner. We had several bottles of wine and were having a fun time. After dinner, I suggested we go down the street a block to a new dance club and continue our party. I looked at my watch. It was a little before 10:00 pm, so that I could stay an hour or so. I thought about texting Chan but decided against it.
We danced and drank. After a few more drinks, I was very horny, and Mason Childs, my new client, was dancing with me, holding me against his body. I was drunk, so I laid my head on his chest, and he slipped his hands down, gripping my ass cheeks. He pulled me tight against him. Mason grew hard, as his cock pressed against my belly.
As that song ended and I moved back, Mason kissed me. Then Riley James, my boss, came over and kissed me. We went back to the table and finished our drinks. I told them I had a wonderful time, but I had a husband waiting for me at home to celebrate too, so I had to go home.
We walked back to the hotel, and the fresh air felt good. As we walked, Mason held me tight at my waist, pulling me against him.
When we reached the front door, Riley ordered his car, “I need to get home so that I will bid you good night.” His car came, and he left.
I was about to my ticket to the valet when Mason said, “Margie, you can’t drive home in your condition. Let’s go inside and get some coffee.”
I agreed, and we went in, but the bar was closing. Mason said, “I have coffee in my room, so that we can have a cup there.”
I was uncomfortable, but I needed coffee, so I agreed. In the elevator, Mason kissed me with the tongue this time. I tried to resist him, but his hard cock felt so good pressing against me; it made me extremely horny. When the door opened, we held hands and ran down the hall to Mason’s room.
Once inside the room, we drank no coffee. Our clothes came off, and I was on my knees, sucking Mason’s cock. I didn’t let him cum. I was so horny, and I wanted him to cum inside me. I was safe and loved being filled with cum. Only one man other than Chan had been inside me since we were married so this was exciting. Tonight, I was going to fuck Mason rewarding him for giving me this big deal.
I crawled on the bed, staying on my hands and knees. I wiggled my ass, and Mason got the message. He slipped up behind me and pushed his six-inch cock into me. He wasn’t big or fat, but he was a new cock. I came almost immediately because I knew I was being so bad. He fucked me as well as he could, and I came two times. Then I saw the clock. It was after 11:30 pm, and I had to go.
“Fuck me, Mason, give me your cum. I reached under us and squeezed his balls, and Mason popped off right then. I felt several shots of cum splash inside me. Then he was done. he rolled off me. Mason was a pretty lousy fuck, and as soon as it was over, I was suddenly overcome with guilt. I moved quickly to put on my thong and my clothes. I moved to the door and thanked Mason for the business, but he was already asleep as I looked back at him.
I called Uber. I will get my car tomorrow. I made my way home. I felt terrible. I had just cheated on my wonderful loving husband, and for what, a lousy business deal. I began to sob and only stopped when I was standing at my front door.
I was despondent. How was I ever going to tell Chan what I had done? He will hate me and divorce me; God, what a slut I was. How could I have done that?
I opened the door walking in after I took off my shoes. Quietly I walked through the house and heard the TV in the family room. Walking to the door, I saw Chan asleep in his recliner. I decided to shower and douche before seeing him, so I put my bags down and scribbled a note.
Then I went to our bathroom. I stripped and showered. My thong was full of cum, so I washed it out. Then I douched my pussy, cleaning all of Mason’s cum out of me. I finished my shower and felt sober, but my guilt was growing. I crawled into bed, laying there agonizing over what I had done. How did I let this happen? I started to cry softly.
There was no sleep as I lay there waiting for my husband to wake up and come to bed. I had no idea how I could confess to what I had done. I was lost. My life was over! God, I have destroyed my husband and me!
I must have dosed off from fatigue but was not sleeping deeply. I heard Chan come into the room. He stopped and looked at me; my head was turned away. Chan went into the bathroom. I heard him mumble to himself when he found my clothes.
I thought, oh no, my thong was still on the shower floor, and I had not thrown the douche bottle away. If Chan finds them, he will know something has happened, and he will know I fucked another man, and it will be clear to him.
Chan closed the door and was in the bathroom for a long time. Then he came out. I had turned over and looked at him through slits in my eyes. Chan was naked and carrying something. I knew what it was. Oh God, he had my thong and the douche bottle. I am so screwed.
As soon as Chan had gone downstairs, I quietly got up and entered the bathroom. My clothes had all been put in the hamper, and my nasty thong and the douche bottle were gone, confirming that Chan had found them. My heart started to pound.
FUUUUUCK, I screamed in my head; I am caught!
I went to the steps and heard Chan moving around. I waited until he was still, and I went down the stairs. I found Chan in the kitchen. He had a bottle of cold vodka he kept in the freezer. I silently watched him drink one glass, then he poured a second, downing it and pouring a third.
God, Chan was getting drunk because of me. I was having a tough time breathing, and my heart was pounding.
I asked him, “Chan, why are you drinking vodka at 5:00 am?”
He stood still and didn’t answer.
Then I asked him. “Chan, what is going on?” Already knowing the answer.
I silently moved to Chan and wrapped my arms around him. I pressed my naked body against his back. He felt hot but clammy. I kissed his back and held him tight. I love him so much that I was worried about what would happen. Then I felt Chan moving. He put the glass down on the counter.
Suddenly fear overtook me. Chan moved my arms away as he turned around, looking down at me. I looked up at my towering husband, my life’s love as tears began rolling down my face.
He looked down at me, “I think I am the one that should be asking that question!” in a stern and direct voice.
I looked up, wanting to tell him, but fear and confusion tied me in knots. I asked, “What do you mean?”
Chan was angry and roughly pushed me away, leaving the kitchen. I followed him. He walked to his office, and I stayed by the door. I was starting to hyperventilate, knowing Chan my found my thong and the douche bottle with Mason’s cum on them. Last night’s infidelity was coming to a head right now, and I was beginning to panic, having a tough time thinking or breathing. My whole body began to shake, and I was about to crumble to the floor.
Chan turned and threw something at me hard. With a quick reaction, I managed to catch it. Oh God, it was the baggy containing my thong and the douche bottle. I was not shocked; I knew he had them, but I was appalled at how he had thrown the bag at me. I looked at Chan; his face was full of anger and disbelief. I could not stay there. How could I escape this mess I had created? I had to run. I ran from the room, gasping, “Oh God!”
I ran up the stairs; I needed clothes, no, I needed to hide, no God, I didn’t know what to do. Panic was setting in, so I ran down the hall to the guest suite, dropping the baggy in the hallway before I entered and locked the door. I crawled onto the bed and covered up under the duvet, hiding.
I was shaking with fear. My breathing was shallow, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I would have a heart attack. I deserved to die for what I did, and it would be the easy way out. I knew what lay ahead would be much worse.
Then Chan was at the door, and I heard the knob turn, but the door was locked.
“Margie, open the door!” Chan yelled through the door.
I was petrified. I couldn’t move. I was shaking like a leaf. Chan was going to kill me. I sobbed uncontrollably.
Then he yelled louder, “Margie, open the Goddamn door!” He never swore! This was very bad.
I cowered under the duvet, covering my head, praying he didn’t break down the door.
Then came pounding on the door, and Chan screamed through the door. “Margie, open the fucking door… NOW!”
As afraid as I was, I had to open the door and take whatever happened. I slipped out of bed, ran to the door, unlocked it, and returned to my hiding place.
I was completely covered when I heard the door open. My sobbing became louder, and my body shook completely out of control. I prayed, Dear God, please let Chan kill me and put me out of my misery. I deserve to die, so do it, please!
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I walked to the end of the bed in the guest suite, looking at a covered ball of quivering flesh, my wife. I won’t even call her name. She is covered by the duvet, sobbing loudly now, almost out of control. Her breathing was rough, and the quivering had turned to uncontrollable shaking. She was in serious distress, as she should be.
I am sure I know exactly what happened. I do know that Margie had fucked another man tonight, and I am sure she had broken our marriage vows again. Why I cannot tell you, but it does not make a bit of sense to me.
I mean, we have everything together. We love each other; we lust for each other. We have money, success, great friends and family, and a wonderful plan for our future, so what could have happened tonight to make her cheat on our marriage?
It was time for me to find out what she had done and why.
I reached over and pulled the duvet off of her shaking body, dragging it to the floor.
“Oh God,” she screamed, balling up tighter, in shock as she lay there naked, shaking violently now.
“Woman, sit up and stop sobbing. We need to talk NOW! You have some serious explaining to do!”
She looked at me. I had never sounded so gruff to her, but it was appropriate now; I wanted her to feel like she was, maybe even worse.
The look on her face was a mix of emotions, fear, sadness, shame, and others. She was a mess, and a river of tears stained her face. She knew she had created a terrible mess and had no idea what to do.
“Ok, woman, do you know how badly you have fucked up?” She looked at me, dropping her head, nodding ‘yes.’
“So, what do you have to say for yourself? Before you speak, I have one and only one warning. The truth is all that had better pass your lips. Any lie, and I will leave you. Do you understand?
Her eyes filled with fear as she nodded her head.
“NO!” I said loudly, shocking her. “You look into my eyes when you speak, and no nod, only words!
“So again, I ask, do you understand?”
She looked at me, “Yes, Chan, I understand.”
I stood there waiting for her to start. She swallowed hard, looked into my eyes, and said, “I don’t know how to start. I need to tell you one thing that you already know. I love you more than my own life. What has happened has not been about that or you in any way. You are the best husband I could have ever asked for, and until tonight, we had the most perfect marriage ever.”
She stopped, and I could see the guilt and shame overtaking her. She knew what she had allowed to happen, risked destroying her life and our life together. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was very shaky. I saw her tremble again, pulling the sheet up to cover her.
I reached out and pulled the sheet off. I wanted Margie naked and exposed as she suffered through her story. There was no mercy from me yet.
I waited.
She shook her head and swallowed hard. I was sure her mouth was dry, and her whole body was failing.
“So?”
“We went to dinner, Riley, Mason Childs, and me. Laura, Riley’s wife, was supposed to come, but she had to stay home with one of their sick kids. We went for drinks at Mason’s hotel since Ruth Chris’s restaurant was also there. We had drinks. Somehow, I had three martinis before dinner and was feeling so good. The day had gone so well. We signed a deal worth almost $10,000,000 over the next three years with the potential for more.
Everyone congratulated me. Then Riley called me into his office at the end of the day, handing me an envelope. He told me, ‘Don’t look inside until you are with Chan. You both need to enjoy it together.'”
“It was a thick envelope. It is in my bag downstairs.”
“After that, I finished a few things and met the other three for dinner.”
“At the bar, we had an enjoyable time talking and drinking. As I said, I had three drinks before dinner and felt no pain. I moved to the restaurant, and Riley ordered wine. As we ate dinner, we finished off three bottles of red wine. I had my fair share, but they drank most of it. It was all an enjoyable conversation, firming up our business relationship.”
“Dinner was over just before 10:00, and we were having such a fun time I suggested we go to the new dance club a block down the street. I could stay for an hour and then come home. I was going to text you, but I didn’t.”
I wanted to say things at this point, but she was open, so I let her continue.
“So, we went down the street. I backed off drinking some but did have a few G&T’s.”
“We danced. I was their only partner, so I danced a lot. Riley and I seemed to dance the fast dances, and Mason and I danced the slow ones. As I think back now, I wonder if they arranged that between them?”
“Chan, I was having fun; it was all so innocent to me, but between the drinking, dancing, and the general excitement of the day. I was tired and a little drunk. I told them I had to leave to come home so we could celebrate. Riley paid the bill, and we returned to the hotel to get our cars.”
“As we walked, Mason had his hand on my ass, holding me against his hip, and I didn’t really pay attention to it. When we arrived, Riley ordered his car, and I pulled out my claim check. But before I could give it to the valet, Mason said, “Margie, you can’t drive home in this condition; you need coffee first.”
“Wait, I just remembered something I left out. It was the last slow song in the club, and both guys were dancing with me. I was tired, so I leaned against Mason, and Riley pressed against me, sandwiching me from behind. The song ended, and I was feeling a little horny then. As I stepped back, Mason tilted my head and kissed me, not a big kiss, just a kiss with no words. Then Riley spun me around, and he kissed me. It was just a little peck on the lips. I felt that was weird, but we left.”
I stopped her there. “You need some water, and I need a glass of vodka.” I left her, going to the kitchen for iced water and vodka.
I came back, and she had gone and put on a robe. Should I make her take it off and make a naked confession? Yes!
“Woman, did I tell you that you could put on clothes? No, I didn’t. Take it off and toss it over here!” I was stern.
She looked at me, and a tear rolled down her cheek as she took it off and tossed it to the floor at my feet. If I was going to be naked, so was she.
Her eyes were full of tears and fear again. I was not letting up the pressure.
“Ok, continue.”
She gulped her water and took a deep breath. She put the water on the bedside table and sat back cross-legged Indian style, showing me her body for the first time. Her body was beautiful as always, but it did not affect me.
She was having a tough time getting started again. I knew the hard part was coming now.
“As I said, Riley left, and we walked inside to go to the bar for coffee, but the bar was closed. Mason looked me in the eyes and said, ‘I have coffee in my room, come with me, and I will make you a cup.'”
“Chan, I cannot explain what came over me. I was suddenly overwhelmingly horny. It was like I needed sex right at that minute. I have never felt anything like that before, and I am sure Mason saw it in my eyes. He pulled me to him, kissed me hard, then slipped his tongue in my mouth.”
“He held me and said, ‘Let’s go to my room for that cup of coffee.'”
“I have no idea what came over me, but at that moment, Mason was like the Pied Piper. I would have followed him anywhere.”
“Mason led me by hand to the elevator. Once inside, the door closed, and he kissed me, pulling me tight against him. I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly. I had a heat rush, flushing my whole body. God, I was so horny I wanted to fuck him right there in the elevator. We practically ran to Mason’s room when the elevator stopped on the third floor.”
“When the door to his room closed, all thoughts of coffee were gone, replaced by the stripping off of clothes and….”
There was a long pause, and she looked down, unable to look at me. It was the moment of confession. Until now, it was all just shameful flirting, but now the truth would come out, and what happened would be revealed. My heart was beating fast. As much as I had to hear her say it, I really didn’t want her to, and I wasn’t sure how I would feel hearing the nasty confession from her mouth.
I gave her a few minutes and pressed her, “Then what happened?”
She looked up at me, crying again, and I knew she was in great emotional pain.
“Oh God, I can’t say it. It is so horrible. I am so sorry Chan. God, please forgive me.”
She took a deep breath and started up again. “I dropped to my knees and sucked Mason’s cock. He was small, about six inches, and thin too. The only good thing was he was different, and that made me cum quickly. I sucked him for a few minutes and knew he was going to cum. I stopped and crawled on the bed. I was doggy, and Mason moved to me and fucked me. He tried hard and made me cum twice. He only lasted a few minutes, and I am so sorry, Chan, but I begged him to cum inside me. For some reason, I needed his cum inside me.”
“Oh God, what have I done? I am so sorry; I love you; I am so sorry!” she cried out and collapsed on the bed, sobbing out of control.
Well, there it was. The woman had admitted to sucking and fucking her new client. There was no reason given, just a weakness and an unbridled horniness at the time.
I knew this was not the only time Margie had cheated on me, but it was the only time I had proof. She seemed she was painfully sorry for what she had done.
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I was tired of standing up and sat on the loveseat against the wall. Now what to do? How did I feel now that what I knew had happened was confirmed? As I sat thinking, I was surprised after hearing her brutal cheating confession that I was not as angry as I thought I should be.
The other part was, who was I to be angry at? My wife, for sure; Mason Childs, for sure; and Riley, for sure. But where does the real blame lie?
I was watching Margie as she was trying to destroy herself with guilt and shame. She was beating herself up more than I was. I thought it was odd that I was not angrier or upset.
It is time for me to confess myself. You see, I am partially to blame for what has happened and Marcie’s cheating. Well, not exactly, her cheating, Marcie made that decision on her own, but I put her in the position for her to have to make that decision.
I am sure you are confused. Ok, so here it is. As I told you before, I am a financial advisor. Mason Childs is one of my clients. He is an extraordinarily rich man and an excellent businessman. Mason is the owner and CEO of a large manufacturing company. A year ago, when we had an investment review, he told me he needed to find a company that could provide several parts for a new product they were developing. As the discussion continued, I thought Margie’s company could provide Mason’s needed work. At the end of the meeting, I mentioned where Margie worked, and they could probably help him out. Mason was interested. So, I gave him her contact information.
Two weeks later. Margie came home excited, telling me she had received a call from Mason Childs, and she was going to meet with him to talk to him about some possible business he could bring to their company.
I was surprised that Mason had called her. But I was happy because it could be a lot of business, which would benefit the company, Margie, and us.
The meeting was set up for next week. After meeting with Mason, Margie came home extremely excited. They agreed to start discussions and plan to take on the new parts project in about ten months. It would take that long to work out all the details, so over the next ten months, Margie and Mason met many times and they finally were able to pull it together, and yesterday, they signed the deal.
During that same period, I met with Mason from time to time on his investments. He thanked me each time for putting him in touch with Margie. He always told me how wonderful it was to work with her, how attractive she was, and how nice and smart she was. Mason added just how lucky a man I was to have her as my wife. I was always flattered and proud of Margie.
As things progressed, I began to feel that Mason had an attraction to Margie, and I also thought there was a little attraction for Mason on Margie’s part. I knew that Margie loved me, but I wondered how deep her interest was becoming. Over the past two months, I noticed that Margie and Mason were meeting frequently, and Mason seemed to gush about Margie even more now.
Let me tell you a little about Mason Childs. He is rich, like in, $25,000,000 rich and growing. As I said, I am an excellent financial advisor, building Mason a bigger portfolio daily.
He is a widow. His wife, Gloria, passed away from cancer several years ago. He is fifty-six years old and has three grown children, two grandchildren, and two dogs. He is a handsome man. A little over six feet tall and in excellent shape. We meet at the gym for some of my meetings, and I have seen his workout routine; it is awesome. He has greying salt and pepper hair and green eyes. He is a sought-after man by women who want his money and prestige.
I don’t know much about his dating life, so I had no idea what would happen when I put my little test into play. The only reason I was interested in this little test was that Mason was increasingly into Margie in our conversations over the past months. And Margie was, Mason this and Mason that, I didn’t understand her sudden fascination with him. He was a client, yes. He would make her the well-respected sales rep that she already was. The money she would make was significant, but all that seemed normal. But the exception was the constant conversations, and I also understood that they were seeing each other once or twice a week now for lunch. I was not worried about losing Margie to Mason, but I thought their attraction was growing stronger, which was interesting. What did it mean?
So, I hatched my little plan. It didn’t take much, only a slight prodding of Mason and the free reign that Margie always had. We trusted each other, so I was not worried, simply curious.
I met for lunch with Mason ten days ago to discuss a new investment opportunity. During our lunch, I asked how the project was going, which opened a floodgate of praise for Margie. He said, “If I wasn’t careful, he might take her away.”
I knew I had set the hook when I told Mason, “Well, Mason, Margie talks about you all the time now, and you two are meeting a couple of times weekly for lunch. Are you going to start dating soon? I asked with a smile and laughed; he joined in after an odd grin.
That made me wonder how deep their affection was. The table was set, and dinner would be served when they celebrated after signing the deal in a week or so. I waited.
The only other thing I did was to encourage Margie to dress for success and wear some sexy lingerie that I could take off of her when she got home.
Yesterday morning I had risen early, cooked Margie breakfast, and served it to her in bed. She was shocked when I told her, “Baby, I am so proud of you. You and Mason have really bonded and are so close now that they had made this deal happen. Please let yourself go and enjoy this day and the celebration tonight. After she finished, I moved the tray away and moved to her, kissing all over her near-naked body. I was winding her up, and as she started to whine, wanting me, I teased her, “No, we have to wait until tonight, and it will be spectacular sex, I promise.” I slipped my hand between her legs, squeezed her pussy, and slipped a finger into her soaked pussy, making her grab my wrist and pull it out. “God, please don’t get me going; I am so horny right now.”
I smiled and left to clean up the kitchen. I had just finished when Margie came in ‘dressed to the nines,’ looking incredible. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. I slipped my hand up her smooth bare thigh to her naked ass. My fingers dipped into her warm crack teasing her asshole and pussy. Margie moaned and withered against me.
Margie pushed me away. “Jesus Chan, you are so mean, turning me on like that with no release. You said we had to wait; I will be hot and horny all day. Tonight, you better take care of me good.” She was almost panting.
I stepped back, reached out, and cupped her pussy, squeezing it, making Margie push down into my palm and moan deeply. I leaned over and whispered, “Tonight will be better than you can possibly imagine.”
I quickly stepped back, “Now you need to go, make this deal happen, and come home to me for the fucking of your life!”
“Oh God Yes!” Margie gasped and smiled, kissed me, and went out the door.
I waited.
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I lay there watching Chan, wondering what he was thinking and what he would do. I could not understand why he was not angrier at me and ready to kick me out. God, I had cheated on him, and I was confused.
“Margie, go take a shower and get dressed. Meet me in my office in thirty minutes.”
Chan got up and walked down the hall to our room. I got up, tossed the covers back on the bed, and followed Chan to the bedroom. He was in his closet dressing as I slipped into the bathroom.
I showered and douched again, making sure I was completely clean. I had no idea what would happen next, but I wanted to be ready, whatever it was.
I dressed and was down in the office when Chan came in. He had two glasses of iced tea and handed me one.
He sat opposite me and smiled. I was focused on him, expecting the worst when he started to talk.
“Margie, thank you for being so honest about what happened last night. I do have a few questions for you. So please be as honest as you have been so far.”
“The first question is, do you love Mason Childs or me more?”
Chan’s words shocked me. What the hell did he just ask me? How could he think that or ask me that?
“Chan, how can you even think that? I love you, and only you are my life.”
“Well, what about Mason? You have been having lunch with him twice a week for months, and last night you fucked him, so it is a fair question. What is your feeling for Mason? I know what his feelings are for you!” Chan was demanding with his question.
Chan was right, I had been to lunch with Mason many times over the past several months, and we had been out to dinner twice. Most of those times together, I had never told Chan about it. I suppose that Mason has told Chan about our lunch times together but not the dinners.
Other than last night, there was only one additional time when Mason and I were the slightest bit romantic. It was two weeks ago, and we had an early dinner at his private club. We were in a private dining room, and it was very elegant. The food and wine were delicious. The conversation became more personal as he told me about his life and the loss of his wife. Mason had never talked about her before. He told me he was finally dealing with her death and was now ready to date again. I was happy for him but had no idea where he was going with his talk until, he reached across the table, took my hand in his, and asked me if we could date.
I was shocked, but part of me was instantly turned on. I had grown close to Mason while we worked out our business dealings. He was an attractive man and charming. Add to that his wealth and position in the community; he was a catch. But I really felt no love for him.
Mason’s warm hand massaged mine as he looked into my eyes. My whole body started to tingle, and my pussy was wet. I gently pulled my hand away, and with a small smile, I blushed.
“Mason, I am married, and you do business with my husband. There is no way. I love my husband and could not do that to him. I like you as a business partner and friend, but we cannot date. Thousands of beautiful women would love to date you, so please, you need to look elsewhere.”
I saw sadness in his eyes. I knew he knew the chances were slim, and I would agree. We didn’t discuss it again, and we left shortly afterward. As his car dropped me back at my office, I moved to him and kissed him seriously. It was the least I could do.
It was a sweet kiss with a touch of passion from Mason. His tongue tried to enter, but I resisted.
“Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Mason; I will talk with you tomorrow.” I got out, and his car drove off.
I sat in my car, thinking about what had happened. Should I tell Chan or just let it go? I decided it was best to let it pass.
After what happened, I knew I was wrong and should have told Chan.
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“Margie, you fucked Mason; how did you like it? Do you want to fuck him again?”
Margie looked at me with an odd look on her face. “Chan, why are you asking me these questions? I have already confessed and told you I love you, and what I did was wrong. I only love you, only you. No, I do not want to do anything with Mason outside of business ever again.”
Ok, I accept that. “Then what about Riley?”
“What? I don’t know what that kiss was all about; I was caught up in the moment like all of us were, I guess. No, he is my boss, and it will never be discussed again.”
“Ok, I accept that as well. So, Margie, how do we resolve this?”
“Margie, you have cheated on me, broken our marriage vows, and will continue working with your cheating partner; how and I supposed to trust you?”
“Tell me, Margie, other than all the lunches and last night, have you and Mason ever been out together?”
The look on her face gave her away.
“I see a distressed look on your face, so the answer is yes. So, there is more to this than just lunch and last night, and maybe a relationship is growing between you two.”
Margie dove off the sofa on her knees in front of me. “Chan, you have to believe me; I want only you. Last night was a horrible mistake. I love you and only you. Please, the two other times were dinner. One was two weeks ago, and Mason asked me to date him. I refused, and that was the end of it. I did kiss him as he dropped me off as an ending. I should have told you, but I thought it was over and I had handled it. Then last night happened, and I cannot explain what happened. Drunk, horny all day, and opportunity is all I can say! I am so sorry; please forgive me; it will never happen again.”
I had heard it all and knew what I had done to create the environment for them to cheat, and I was partially responsible.
“Ok, I have heard it all now. Is there anything else I need to know?”
“Oh God, no, nothing.”
“Ok, then here is my decision. I will not divorce you. I will continue to love you. I will continue to work with Mason Childs, helping him become richer so I earn more money. You will continue to work with Mason Childs, but you will NEVER go to another lunch with him alone. You will never go to dinner with him alone. You will never cheat again with Mason, Riley, or anyone else.”
“I will speak to Riley concerning your kiss, and I will speak to Mason about last night. I will threaten them with exposure if one word of what happens gets out. I will have a lawsuit naming both of them in your illegal seduction, and I will never file it unless they push back on me.”
“You will sign a Postnuptial Agreement that will be very harsh on you if you ever cheat on me again. You will leave this marriage with what you came in with and nothing more.”
“You will make yourself available to me every day and night whenever I want to make love. You will give me your entire body, even your sweet asshole, to play with and fuck whenever I want to.”
“Margie, I love you, but now that I know that you are an easy target, your nights out alone or with the girls will cease for six months. Your drinking will be limited to two glasses of wine per night.”
“This might seem like I am being harsh, but the alternative is a messy divorce that neither of us wants.”
“All of these rules will be written, then you and I will sign it. Do you understand?”
Margie looked up at me; tears were rolling off her cheeks.
“Chan, I love you and will agree to anything you want. I am so sorry for cheating and violating our vows, and it will never happen again.
I reached down and pulled Margie into my lap, kissed, and held her. We sat like that for a few minutes. Then I whispered to her, “I believe I owe you the fucking of your life.”
Margie scrambled off my lap, pulling me up with her. She ran ahead. I took out my phone and sent a text to two people.
My text: “Thank you, men; I will talk to both of you next week. Mason, you owe me a lot, and I will collect it.
Footnote
You are all scratching your heads, wondering what just happened and why did it happen. Well, before Mason, there was a fitness instructor named Josh. He was twenty-eight, blonde, with a hard body and a big hard cock.
One night we were into some heavy fucking, and “Oh God, Josh, Yes,” came rolling out of Margie’s mouth. She never realized what had happened, but my cock deflated in two seconds. I made a feeble excuse and fell over on the bed like I had strained something.
I couldn’t get it up until I met Josh one evening, and a friend and I rocked his world, but not in a good way! The news said Josh was mugged. Margie was sad he was hurt, and I canceled her gym membership. When Josh got out of the hospital after five days, I escorted him to the state line and told him if he ever set foot in our town again, I would kill him with my bare hands, so it hurt every minute until he died. No one ever saw him again.
Though he readily confessed to fucking Margie for two months, I could never get details enough to catch her or confront her. That is why I played a game with her. Now I have her locked down with a Postnuptial Agreement and the ‘Fear of God’ in her.
There is one last detail I need to tell you. Yesterday after the deal was signed Riley gave Margie a thick envelope as a reward for her sealing the deal. Due to the betrayal last night, we never thought about it. When I joined Margie in the bedroom, I had gotten the envelope out of her bag and brought it with me. I lay it on the bed. Margie came out of the bathroom. Her skin was clean and glowing. She came to the bed and saw me smiling. Then she saw the envelope.
“Margie, I think it is time for you to see what Riley has given you for your success.”
Margie crawled on the bed and picked up the envelope. She looked at me, “Chan, you open it please.”
I took it from her and ripped it open and slipped a second envelope, a folder, and a check.
I handed the second envelope to Margie. She opened it carefully. “Oh my, Chan these at two plane tickets and a two-week vacation in the Maldives.” She was extremely excited. Margie had always wanted to go to the Maldives.
I opened the folder. Inside was a letter declaring Marie was promoted to Director of Domestic Sales. There was a description of all the perks that came with the new position.
The third item was a check. I handed it to Margie. She looked at me, I could see the excitement in her eyes. Margie unfolded the check and gasped. “Oh My God Chan look.” Margie handed me the check. I looked at it. I was shocked. The note handwritten by Riley on the check receipt said, “Margie you are a valuable part of our company. “This check is the first half of your bonus, enjoy it on your trip.”
Margie crawled into my lap with her back against me. She held up the check showing me the amount. Chan, it is a check for $50,000.
I was shocked. I pulled Margie to me and kissed her. Things were better and I still had the fucking of her life I promised Margie.
I was feeling amazing now.
