Courtesan

For the past several years I have become increasingly interested in cheating wife stories. Out of all the stories that I have written "Sandra and Stevie" and "The Party" are my permisteral favorites. Both of these stories have scenes where a man discovers that the woman he loves is cheating on him.

I've read a number of cheating wife stories on other web sites, but they usually end with the husband destroying both his cheating wife and her lover. This of course is not the way of the cuckold. We learn to accept it.

Some time ago I decided that I wanted to try to write a cheating wife story with a cuckold slant to it. Most of the story is now completed and my wife has given me permission to start posting it.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Goodhusband

It was 7:30 on a blustery night in late October. The sun had gone down over an hour ago. A light drizzle and the bitter bite of the frigid wind made it a miserable time to be outside. Sadly I had no choice. I had to wait for my wife.

I was huddled in the doorway of Smithmister's Jewelry Store. In a futile attempt to stay warm I'd pulled the collar of my coat up over my ears and I was blowing on my hands. It was a Thursday night. The store had closed at six. The sidewalk in front of me was deserted and dark. The only illumination came from the street light on the corner and the lights surrounding the main entrance to The Whetmore Building directly across the street.

The firm of Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds occupies the entire fifty-second floor of the fifty-four story Whetmore Building. My wife, Kelly works for Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds. JTandR as it is commonly known to it's employees is a very elite investment firm. Kelly is an administrative assistant to Martin Jackmister, the senior partner and Chief Executive Officer of JTandR. Martin Jackmister is a very wealthy man. He is also one of the most influential power brokers in our city.

My name is Timothy Jamiemister. Everyone who knows me calls me Timmy. I guess you could say that I'm a writer of sorts. I work for one of those local advertising newspapers. You know what I'm talking about, they're those skinny little publications that get stuffed into your front door a couple of times each month. The one I work for is called The Southwest Crier. I edit advertising copy. The job doesn't pay very much, but the hours are good. I get a lot of extra time to work on my novel. Oh yes, I'm one of those guys who has a dream. Someday I'm going to write a best seller, or at the very least a book that gets published.

My wife makes a great deal more money than I do. Actually the disparity in our incomes makes mine nearly inconsequential. The Crier pays me just over two thousand dollars a month. During her first year at JTandR Kelly earned nearly a hundred and fifty thousand dollars and this year she is on track to make almost double that.

Her rise in the firm was meteoric. JTandR hired Kelly right out of college. That was a year ago last spring. She started as an assistant to one of the corporate analysts. Apparently she made an immediate impression, because four months later she was working as an assistant to the three partners and last December she was made a special assistant to Martin Jackmister. As I already mentioned, he's the head honcho.

My wife is a gorgeous 5'4" fireball with naturally blond hair. There's an athletic club located on the third floor of the Whetmore Building. JTandR provides a membership for Kelly as part of her compensation. She makes daily use of the exercise machines. These regular workouts have helped my wife maintain a trim athletic body that always draws admiring glances from every healthy adult male who sees her.

Of course those glances may also have something to do with Kelly's most notable attribute, or maybe it would be more precise to say attributes. My wife is well endowed, I mean spectacularly well endowed. We're talking about a pair of double D's on a five foot four inch, one hundred and fifteen pound frame.

Kelly laughingly refers to her breasts as both her gift and her curse. She freely admits that since the age of fifteen her bosom has garnered her privileges, male attention and special treatment that other girls didn't get; but she is quick to point out that her huge breasts and blond hair have also made it very difficult to get people to accept her as anything but a mindless bimbo.

I suppose that's one of the reamisters Kelly was attracted to me. Ironically, I'm not a breast man. I happen to be an avowed butt man. Now my wife does have a very cute little bottom, but it's no where near as spectacular as her bust.

Actually I was originally attracted to Kelly's brain. We met as Sophomores at Kelroy College. We were enrolled in the same creative writing class. My wife loves to write poetry and she's very good at it. About three weeks into the semester she was asked to read one of her poems to the class. The poem she chose described a little girl's feelings as she chased a butterfly through a rose garden on a sunny summer afternoon. It took my breath away.

After class I waited in the hallway for Kelly. I really don't know where I found the courage to do it. I was a pathetically shy, slightly effeminate, scrawny little wimp. Kelroy was a small private college; everyone knew everything about everybody. I was well aware of the fact that Kelly only dated handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. She was way out of my league.

When she stepped out of the classroom I walked up to her and just barely managed to stammer out the words, "Kelly I thought your poem was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I've ever heard."

I'll never forget her response. My future wife stared at me for a moment and then she started to smile. "Really? Do you mean that?"

Kelly's smile encouraged me and made me bolder. I smiled back and said, "Yes I do mean that. When you were reading it I actually felt like I was in the garden with the little girl."

"I have lots of poems, I write them all the time. Would you like to hear some more?"

I nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much."

"Are you doing anything right now?"

I shook my head. "No, but..." I was starting to get scared.

Kelly noticed my distress. In the softest most gentle voice I've ever heard she said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won't hurt you." She took my hand. "Come on, let's go to my dorm room. I'll make us some hot chocolate. I'll read some of my poems to you and then maybe you could read something you've written."

We became immediate friends and it wasn't long before we were best friends. We wrote poetry together, studied together, read novels together, watched movies together and listened to music together. Two weeks after that first meeting we were nearly inseparable.

The only thing we didn't do was date. Kelly continued her habit of exclusively going out with handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. To make matters worse, she had a reputation for being easy. The campus rumor mongers all called her the blow job queen of Kelroy College. On Friday and Saturday nights I not only had to sit at home alone, I had to do it knowing that there was a high probability that the girl I was madly in love with was getting fucked by another guy.

I never complained, but one afternoon I did gather enough courage to ask Kelly about it. I'll never forget that moment. We were studying in her dorm room. I'd already fallen desperately in love with her and I had to know if the rumors were true.

I set my book down and nervously stared at Kelly. She was engrossed in her own book and didn't notice me. I made a little noise. She looked up. When she saw me looking at her she said, "What is it?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Timmy, you're my best friend. You can ask me anything."

"It's very permisteral."

She sighed and set her book down. "I suppose you want to know about the rumors?"

I nodded. "Yes, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Kelly shook her head. "No, I meant it when I said you could ask me anything." She took a deep breath and quietly whispered. "I'm sorry Timmy, but they're all true. I love sex and I especially love sucking cocks. I probably am the blow job queen of Kelroy College."

I stared at the floor. Her frank admission shocked me. I didn't know how to respond.

She reached over and took my hand. "Timmy, I'm sorry if I shocked you, but you're my best friend and I think I'm falling in love with you. I don't want to lie to you. I don't ever want to lie to you. Do you hate me now?"

I looked at Kelly and shook my head. "I'm falling in love with you too. I could never hate you."

She kissed my cheek and then she pushed me down on the bed. Once I was lying on my back she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my tiny cock .

I'd seen enough other guys in locker rooms after gym classes to know that I had a very small penis. I looked at her with an embarrassed expression and said, "I'm sorry, it's not very big."

Kelly smiled at me. "I get to play with plenty of big cocks. This one is yours and because it's yours it will always be my favorite."

She leaned over and kissed the tiny head of my erect penis and then she put it in her mouth and started to suck it. Kelly had caught me completely off guard. Even in my wildest dreams I'd never imagined that something as wonderful as this might happen.

I came immediately. I tried to warn Kelly, but there really wasn't much time. As it turned out, it didn't really matter. Even after she realized I was ejaculating Kelly kept my cock in her mouth and greedily sucked up all of my semen.

As soon as I was done cumming Kelly looked up at me and smiled. "It's okay Timmy, you can cum in my mouth. I love the taste of a guys semen."

She sat up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head exposing her huge breasts. She tossed the shirt onto her dresser and said, "Timmy, do you like my big titties? Lots of guys on this campus would give anything to be able to touch them and now you get to play with them anytime you want. All you have to do is ask."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't.

Kelly laughed. "You're absolutely speechless aren't you baby?"

I nodded.

Kelly unfastened her jeans, pulled them down to her ankles and kicked them off. Now all she was wearing was a tiny pale blue thong.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "You're beautiful."

"There isn't another boy in the entire world that I would rather have looking at me." Kelly lay back on her bed, hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, pulled them down to her ankles, pushed them off with her feet and lasciviously spread her legs. She was shaved.

I stared at her cunt. I couldn't help myself. I'd looked at lots of pictures of naked women in magazines and on the Internet, but this was the first time that I'd ever seen a bare pussy in real life.

Kelly noticed my fascination and laughed. "This is the first time you've ever seen a girls cunt isn't it Timmy?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. Kelly was my goddess. I'd never imagined that she could use such a coarse word.

She chuckled when she saw my dumbfounded expression. "You'd better get used to that Timmy, I love to talk dirty when I'm making it with a guy."

I was completely befuddled. I didn't move. Actually I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I just sat on the foot of the bed and continued staring at Kelly's sex.

She started laughing. "You could spend the rest of the evening staring at my pussy, but I was sort of hoping that you might want to try licking it."

I gasped when I heard her suggestion.

Kelly misunderstood the gasp and frowned. "Don't you want to lick my cunt? Don't worry, it's not dirty or nasty, it's fun." She smiled at me. "I did something for you, now I think it's only fair for you to do something for me."

I had to pull myself together. Kelly was getting the wrong idea. I not only wanted to lick her pussy, doing it was my ultimate fantasy.

I quickly shook my head and said; "No, I want to do it. I want to do it more than anything in the entire world."

She giggled. "That's a lot. Well what are you waiting for big boy? Go for it."

I took a deep breath and very tentatively kissed the lips of Kelly's cunt.

"Oh yes Timmy, that's right. Just kiss me for a minute. That feels so good."

Kelly's response gave me confidence so I kissed her again, only this time I was more aggressive. Kelly quivered. I closed my eyes and kissed her even harder. Now it was her turn to gasp. I felt her moisture on my lips. I knew that girls got wet when they were excited, but this was the first time I'd ever felt that moisture.

"Timmy use your tongue, give my pussy a French kiss."

I pushed my tongue into Kelly and for the very first time in my life I tasted a woman's sex. My entire body tingled with excitement.

"Lick me Timmy. Lick my pussy like it's a big lollipop." She giggled. "That's what I always do when I start sucking a cock."

I was a very good student. I did exactly what I was told to do. As soon as I started licking her, Kelly responded by giggling with delight.

I quickly understood that I got a thrill from giving pleasure to this beautiful woman. I began to experiment. Kelly held her breath when I licked her with long slow strokes and she started giggling again when I licked her quickly.

I decided to try to tease Kelly. I placed my tongue at the base of her pussy and began a tortuously slow climb to the top of her cunt.

When she realized what I was doing Kelly started giggling and said, “Timmy that's cruel.”

I looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

She burst out laughing. “Absolutely not!”

I pushed my tongue back into her cunt and continued my climb. When I got to the top I found her engorged clitoris. I'd read enough erotic stories on the Internet to know exactly what it was. I kissed it.

Kelly shrieked.

I got scared and pulled back.

She sat up. "No baby, don't stop. That was wonderful. Please kiss me there again."

As I said earlier, I am a very good student and I do exactly as I'm told. I kissed Kelly again only this time I used my tongue when I kissed her. She shrieked again, but this time I didn't stop. This time, while I kissed her I also flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kelly started laughing hysterically. I kept flicking her clit with my tongue. She went wild and responded by grinding her hips against my face.

Suddenly Kelly stopped laughing and grinding her hips. It felt like all of the muscles in her body locked up. She took a deep breath and lay perfectly still for a moment and then she took another deep breath and started to scream. It was a high pitched red curdling scream.

I pulled back. I was afraid that I'd hurt her.

Kelly's entire body began to shake and she started laughing again. I realized that she was having an orgasm. I watched her. Several seconds passed before her body stopped shaking and her laughter turned into low cries. Gradually the cries became soft whimpers. Several more seconds passed and then she was quiet.

Kelly lay perfectly still for almost a minute and then she sat up and smiled at me. "Timmy you just gave me an orgasm. Very few guys are capable of doing that. Sweetheart, you just became my favorite lover."

I know that her words were meant as a compliment, a wonderful compliment, but there was also subtle message in those words. It was a message that made me feel sad. When Kelly told me that I had just become her favorite lover she also implied that I wouldn't be her only lover.

I couldn't help myself. I bit my lower lip and stared at the floor.

Kelly studied me for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy, what's wrong? We just had wonderful sex."

I looked at her. After a moment I quietly said, "If I'm your favorite lover, it also means I won't be your only lover."

Kelly thought about that for a moment and then she sighed. "Timmy you're my best friend and I think I might be falling in love with you. Baby I promise you that you're the only guy who has my heart; but Timmy honey, I''m afraid that you're going to have to share my body. At least for now." She smiled at me. "Sweetheart, I love sex. At this point in my life it's a huge adventure for me." She held up her large breasts and giggled. "You have to admit that I'm built for fucking." She picked up my hand and held it to her breast. "Baby, before I settle down I want to experience as many men as I possibly can." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "But I do promise you that you'll always be my number one man. Can you live with that?"

I looked at her and smiled. "Yes, I think I can."

Kelly sighed with relief. "Timmy, thank you for being so understanding." She kissed me lightly on the lips. It was a tender kiss. It wasn't hot and passionate, but it was filled with love. And then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my penis. It was sticking straight up. She giggled. "It looks like somebody is ready for round two. How would you like to eat me again and after I cum maybe you'd like to try fucking me."

I stared at her. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

She grinned at me. "If you're going to be my number one lover you're going to have to fuck me once in a while."

"Is it safe? I don't have any condoms. I don't want to get you pregnant."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy you might just be the nicest boy in the entire world. Yes, it's safe. I'm on the pill; but thank you for asking. Most guys aren't so considerate. It should also be safe for diseases. You're a virgin so I'm not worried about you and I always make the guys I date wear condoms." She poked me in the stomach. "You're the only guy who gets to fuck me bareback." She giggled. "But you'd better not let me catch you fooling around with any other girls."

I held up my arms. "Hey you don't have to worry about that. I promise, I won't play around with any other girls."

Kelly stared at me."Timmy that's silly. I was just teasing you. You don't have to make that promise to me. Especially after I just got done telling you I'm going to keep dating other guys?"

I shrugged. "It's not exactly like there are tons of girls lining up to go out with me."

Kelly laughed. "When the other girls on my floor find out that scream they heard a little while ago was me having an orgasm because you were eating my pussy, you might just find yourself overwhelmed with invitations."

Suddenly a little thrill rippled through me. At the time I didn't know why the idea excited me, I just knew that it did. Later I figured out that it was the first of my submissive cuckold fantasies coming to the surface. I kissed Kelly on the cheek and said, "I give you permission to freely date as many guys as you like but I promise that I will always remain totally faithful to only you."

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy are you being serious? Do you really want to make that promise?"

I nodded.

She took a deep breath. "Baby that is so hot."

Kelly smiled at me and then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Eat me Timmy, give me pleasure, make me cum."

I buried my face between Kelly's thighs. At that moment the only thing I wanted was to give this woman pleasure.

That afternoon I brought Kelly to two more orgasms with my tongue. After she recovered from her second orgasm she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and wiggled her finger at me. "Come on studman, it's time."

I nervously climbed on top of Kelly, pushed my tiny erection into her sopping pussy and started pumping like a madman.

Kelly giggled. "Timmy honey, you have to put it in me before you start doing that."

I stopped moving and looked at her. "I am inside you." Suddenly I realized the implications of her comment. I rolled off of her and buried my face in my hands. I was humiliated.

Kelly sat up, put her arm around my shoulder and whispered to me. "Timmy I'm sorry, I didn't..." She stopped. I think she realized that there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. Instead she just held me. After several minutes she whispered into my ear; "Timmy you're still my favorite lover and your cock is still my favorite cock."

I laughed. It was a sarcastic laugh. "Oh yeah? You can't even feel it when I'm making love to you."

"No Timmy, you're wrong. When you're making love to me I do feel it." She sighed. "Yes, it is true; you have a tiny penis and maybe it doesn't feel as good as it does when a guy with a big cock is fucking me." She stared into my eyes. "Timmy those guys are just fucking me. They pump their big cocks in and out of my cunt until they shoot their load and then they send me home. Sure it feels good." She laughed. "No, actually it feels wonderful. But Timmy tonight you made love to me. I had three magnificent orgasms with you. Timmy you're the first guy that has ever been able to do that for me."

I looked at her. "Really?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, really."

I smiled. I was starting to feel better again.

Kelly sensed the change in my mood. "All right cowboy, it's time to get back in the saddle and start riding again." She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back on top of her.

I resisted. "Why? Those other guys are much better at fucking you. Why bother with me?"

She shook her head in exasperation. "Because it's you dummy. I love you and I want you to fuck me. Yes there are other things that you do better and there are other guys who are better at fucking me than you are; but that still doesn't mean that I don't want you to fuck me."

I thought about this for a moment and then I said, "Okay, but you have to promise that you won't laugh while I'm doing it."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Okay, I promise."

It was wonderful and afterwards we cuddled in her bed until it was time to go to the dining hall for dinner.

Good to see you back GH and I'm glad to see you following rules from 'she who must be obeyed'. Your good health should be our only concern. Take it gently my friend.

A good story always has a great hook at the start. This looks like it's going to be great story. You have the great gift GH, of creating heroes from characters that other writers only pour scorn on. I am already on Timmy's side, holding my own collar against the cold wind no doubt about to come his way.

Thanks Peak

You're a good friend.

The story doesn't seem to be generating that much excitement, but I like it a lot so I'm going to keep posting it.

As always, thank you for your support.

GH

I thought about the first time Kelly went out on a date after we'd become boyfriend girlfriend. It was the Friday night after that wonderful Tuesday when we first made love. A fraternity guy named Wendell Foster was taking her to dinner at the Kensington Grill. The Kensington Grill just happened to be the fanciest restaurant in our city.

When Kelly told me about the date she grinned and said, "Wendell's just taking me to that fancy restaurant to impress me. He thinks it'll give him a better chance to get into my panties." She winked at me. "A hunk like Wendell could buy me a hot dog at a convenience store and still get into my panties."

We both laughed at her joke.

The night of her date I sat on the bed in Kelly's dorm room and watched her get dressed. After she was done putting on her makeup she turned to me and said, "Timmy are you going to be jealous tonight?"

I thought about her question for a moment and then I said, "I'll probably be envious, but I don't think I have to be jealous."

Kelly stared at me. "I don't understand."

I shook my head. "Kelly Mamister, you're an English major. You know the difference between jealousy and envy don't you."

"Of course I do." She took a second to think and then she smiled. "Yes, now I understand. Envy means that you wish that you had something that someone else has. Tonight you're going to wish that I was with you rather than Wendell."

I nodded.

She continued. "But jealousy is the fear that someone you love is falling in love with someone else."

Kelly stood up, walked over to the bed and kissed me. "Timmy you never have to be jealous. You're the only man I'll ever love."

Kelly glanced at the clock. "Oh my goodness, look at the time. It's seven o'clock. Wendell is probably already downstairs waiting for me." She smiled at me. "Timmy will you stay here. I would love to come home and find you waiting for me. I don't think I'll probably be too late. I expect that after dinner we'll go right back to Wendell's apartment so he can fuck me and I'm pretty sure he'll want to take me home as soon as we're done. The only real question is how often can he get it up." She giggled. "If he turns out to be too much of a rabbit I'll just give him a couple of blow jobs. There isn't a guy alive who doesn't love those."

I smiled at Kelly. "I promise that I'll be waiting right here."

She leered at me. "Will you eat my pussy when I get back. I promise I'll make Wendell wear a condom."

I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it."

"Timmy I have to go. I should be back around midnight." Kelly grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

After she was gone I tried to study, but I couldn't concentrate on biology or European History so tried reading a novel instead. That didn't work either. I couldn't stop thinking about Kelly and Wendell. In my mind I could picture every moment of their date.

I saw them walking into the restaurant holding hands.

I pictured them flirting with each other during their dinner. Kelly listened to every word her date said and laughed at everyone of his jokes.

After dinner I imagined Kelly taking Wendell's arm. She clinged to his side as they walked out to his car and when they got to his car...

I shook my head. Enough! I was going crazy. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. I didn't know what I was going to do. Suddenly the solution popped into my brain. It was obvious. I sat down at Kelly's desk, turned on her lap top computer and started typing.

The title of the story was "Kelly and Wendell". It was almost midnight by the time I finished it. I hoped that Kelly might want to read it when she got back from her date so I left her computer turned on.

I was just about to lay down on Kelly's bed and take a short nap when she opened the door and walked into the room.

She smiled when she saw me. "Timmy I'm so happy to see you're still here. I was worried that you might have gotten bored and decided to go home."

I shook my head. "No I told you I'd wait here until you got back." I shrugged. "I'm just that kind of a guy, I'll always wait for you."

Kelly grinned at me. "And that's why I'm falling madly in love with you Timothy Jamiemister."

"So how was your date?"

My girlfriend sighed. "It was wonderful. Wendell is a magnificent fuck..." Suddenly she stopped. "I'm sorry Timmy, does it bother you when I tell you that?"

I shook my head. "Not if it's true." I smiled at her. "So tell me, why was he so good?"

"Timmy, he got three erections tonight. Most guys can only get it up twice and on his third erection I thought he was going to go all night long. I'm not exaggerating Timmy, the last time I think he fucked me for over a half hour." She giggled. "I'm a little sore down there right now."

"Would you rather wait to fool around until tomorrow night?"

She grinned at me. "Oh no, I think your sweet little tongue is exactly what I need to soothe my poor little pussy." She sat down on the bed next to me. "So what did you do while Wendell was fucking my brains out?"

We both chuckled at her crude comment and then I smiled and said, "I wrote a story."

Kelly's eyes lit up. "Really? What's it about? Where is it? I want to read it."

"It's called 'Kelly and Wendell'. It's on your computer."

"'Kelly and Wendell'? Oh my! I can't wait to read it. Maybe I could read it aloud while you lick my pussy."

Kelly pulled up her skirt and sat down at her desk. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was certain I saw her put on a pair when she was dressing for her date so I asked, "What happened to your panties?"

"I let Wendell keep them as a souvenir." Kelly shrugged. "I thought it was the least I could do. The dinner at the Kensington Grill was really expensive."

I laughed. "You shouldn't feel too guilty, after all you did let him fuck you three times."

"Let him? Honey young when I saw his great big cock I would have begged him to fuck me." Kelly spread her legs, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor near her feet. "Now get over here and start eating my pussy little boy. I've got a story to read."

That started a tradition for us. Whenever Kelly was out on a date I used the time while she was gone to write a story. When she returned home she always read it out loud to me while I kneeled on the floor between her legs and licked her pussy.

Welcom Back now I have a reamister to read again.
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

ditto!

Welcome back GH, I hope that you are feeling better and you're not putting yourself under pressure again.

This new story has already got me hooked and can't wait to hear how it develops.

All the best.

Hey Wayne

Nice to hear from you again and thank you, it's nice to be back.

randyadrain

Thank you, I wasn't sure how this story was going over. It's a little different than anything I have ever written before. I guess that's why I'm enjoying it so much. Anyway, thanks for the feedback

droppinby

Thanks for your concern. My wife is monitoring me rather closely, so I'm currently living a healthy life style, although I will say that takeing whiskey and writing erotica while you're watching Letterman is not a bad way to spend time.

Anyway, thanks for the comment and the feedback on the story.

All three of you, thank you again for your comments

GH

As I stood huddled in the doorway of Smithmister's Jewelry Store an overwhelming sense of sadness permeated my soul. I tried to tell myself that my low spirits were caused by the cold wet rain and the dark deserted street in front of me, but I knew that wasn't true. I understood exactly why I was feeling so blue. It was the horrible task that I was facing. I wasn't waiting outside my wife's office so that I could meet her, I was hiding in that doorway so that I could follow her.

About a year ago, the demands of Kelly's job increased dramatically. After she was promoted to the position of administrative assistant to the three partners she had to start working longer hours. Her new work schedule included many evenings and some weekends.

At first, these longer hours weren't a problem. I was pleased that Kelly enjoyed her work and of course as her salary increased we both reaped the material benefits of her efforts. Kelly was also very careful to make sure that when she was at home we always had an opportunity to spend some quality time together.

During this time our sex life continued to flourish. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to present myself as some sort of Don Juan. Believe me, I'm not. I already told you about our first sexual encounter. I have a tiny penis and I tend to cum quickly when I try to have normal intercourse. Because of that Kelly and I have developed a rather unorthodox sexual relationship. In the bedroom my wife has gradually become increasingly assertive with me. Actually, dominant might be a better term. I didn't resist this change. The truth was, I enjoyed it. I've discovered that I have quite a submissive streak.

Kelly continued to teach me how to please her orally and by the time we were married she was spending hours on her back enjoying orgasm after orgasm while I licked and kissed her pussy and eventually her ass. While it was true that Kelly had become the dominant partner in our relationship, she still loved me and once she was well satisfied she always finished one of our lovemaking sessions by giving me the sweetest little blow job you could ever imagine.

By the time we were married we only had intercourse on special occasions. It really wasn't a conscious decision on either of our parts. The truth was, my tiny penis made intercourse frustrating for us and we both had a much better time when we pleased each other orally. I do have to admit that I spent a lot more time pleasing Kelly than she did me, but I didn't care. I loved eating her pussy and ass.

Kelly's ass; yes I lick my wife's asshole, or at least I did when we were still making love. I'll never forget the first time I did it. It was about a month after we started having sex. Kelly didn't have a date so we were spending the evening studying together in her dorm room. Once we were finished we decided to find a hot story on one of the cuckold web sites so Kelly could read it out loud while I licked her pussy.

I'd discovered these sites one night while I was waiting for Kelly to come home from a date. I was still writing stories about Kelly and her lovers while she was out, but my girlfriend was very popular and it wasn't unusual for her to have as many as four dates in a week. I was writing a lot of stories and they were starting to get very repetitive. I needed some fresh ideas so I started searching the web. I found a veritable treasure trove.

I showed the sites to Kelly as soon as she got home. They got her so excited that we stayed up until dawn reading stories. We quickly fell into a wonderful routine. Kelly would read a story out loud while I kneeled between her legs and licked her pussy. She sometimes had as many as four orgasms during one of our story sessions.

On this particular night we found a story in which a dominant wife made her husband kiss and lick her asshole before she left for a date. Kelly was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her laptop computer was propped up on her night stand. I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. My face was buried in her sopping cunt. We were both naked.

As soon as she read the passage where the husband first kissed and then licked his wife's asshole Kelly grabbed me by the hair and lifted my face out of her pussy. "Timmy did you hear that!"

I nodded. "Yes I did."

She shook her head. "That is so hot. I don't know how she could get her husband to do that for her. He must really love her."

I'd been licking Kelly's pussy for about fifteen minutes. I was very excited and feeling extremely submissive. I looked up at her. "I love you that much."

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "Timmy are you saying that you'd be willing to do that for me?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I am."

Kelly's face broke into a huge grin. "When?"

"How about right now."

"Timmy are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm very serious."

She thought for a second and then she said, "I'm not sure why, but I don't think I can do it for you. Is that okay?"

"I don't think I want you to do it for me. I wouldn't seem right."

Kelly stared at me. It was apparent that she was considering what I'd just said. After a moment she smiled and then she lay down on her stomach. I got on the bed behind her. My entire body was tingling with excitement.

As I spread the cheeks of my girl friends gorgeous ass she giggled. "Timmy this might be the most exciting thing I've ever done."

I slowly lowered my face to Kelly's ass. When she felt my lips touch her asshole she shivered. At first I just kissed her. Neither of us said anything. We didn't have to. We both understood exactly what was happening. I was pledging myself to my goddess.

Finally I tentatively extended my tongue and tasted Kelly's asshole for the very first time. It excited me. I wanted more. I pushed my tongue into her.

As soon as she felt me exploring her Kelly got up on her hands and knees to give me freer access to her rear. I pushed my tongue even deeper into her. She responded by grinding her ass against my face. I reached between Kelly's legs and started rubbing her engorged clitoris while I continued kissing and licking her asshole.

That put her over the edge. Kelly gasped, her body went completely rigid and then she screamed. Her orgasm was volcanic.

Afterwards we searched for more stories that featured ass licking. It wasn't long before We encountered the term, anal worship. Kelly thought it was an apt description. From that night on, whenever we made love Kelly would roll over onto her stomach and say, "I think it's time for my little boyfriend to express his love with a little anal worship."

I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more.

After Kelly received her first promotion I took on the exclusive responsibility for doing all of the household chores. The shopping, cooking, cleaning and laundry all became my duties. I didn't object. In fact I liked it. It also made sense to both of us. My job was much less demanding than Kelly's and while neither of us ever voiced this, I'm quite certain that we both saw it as appropriate. My wife's dominance was moving out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house. She was assuming the role of dominant bread winner and I was becoming the submissive homemaker.

Kelly enthusiastically embraced these new roles. She loved being the dominant partner in our marriage and she played her part to the hilt. When I served her a dinner that she especially enjoyed or she came home and found the house particularly clean she would joke that I had become the perfect housewife. My wife would giggle and tell me that I was the ideal mate for her. I could clean, cook and give wonderful head. The most amazing part is that I honestly have to admit that I found her praise both gratifying and exciting. I loved my submissive position every bit as much as Kelly loved her dominant role.

Our life was still something out of a storybook. It maybe wasn't the typical storybook of our culture, but it was one that worked very well for us. Kelly worked hard at her job and supplied us with an ample flow of money. I kept the house and diligently tried to support her by trying to meet her every need.

Last winter things started to change. When I look back, I realize the changes had been gradually occurring for almost a year, but they accelerated when she was promoted to the position of special assistant to Martin Jackmister. That was just before Christmas, but I still didn't really begin notice anything until the first Friday in February.

Kelly got home from work at about six. I was happy, on the three previous Friday's she'd had to work until ten or eleven o'clock. As soon as she walked into the house she kicked off her shoes and called to me, "Timmy honey, bring me a martini."

I was already making it. I knew my wife and I prided myself on my ability to anticipate her needs. Once her cocktail was ready I put it on a tray. Kelly always seemed to be pleased when I brought things to her on a tray. I set the daily newspaper next to her take and carried the tray into the living room.

My wife was sitting in her favorite chair. I set her cocktail and the newspaper on the table next to her and bowed politely. Kelly smiled at me and said, "Thank you Timmy, what's for dinner?"

"I made a marinara sauce this morning. I stopped at the store on my way home from work and bought a chicken breast. I plan to dice it, sauté' in olive oil with mushrooms and shallots, blend it into the marinara sauce and serve it on angel hair pasta. I'll make a small salad to go with it."

"How long will it take you to prepare everything?"

"About twenty minutes."

My wife picked up her newspaper. "I'm tired, why don't you start cooking now." She unfolded the first section and started to peruse the front page.

For a moment I stood next to Kelly and waited. I was hoping that she would change her mind and invite me to get a martini for myself so that we could read the newspaper together and discuss the events of the week. Friday nights used to be special for us. We would have several cocktails, share a bottle of wine while we ate a nice dinner and then retire to the bedroom for several hours of very kinky sex.

That night my wife disappointed me. She took a sip of her martini, focused her attention on her newspaper and ignored my presence.

I left the living room feeling incredibly dejected. Once I was inside the kitchen I leaned against the counter and took several deep breaths. I told myself that Kelly had to work hard at her job and I tried very hard to convince myself that I shouldn't take it permisterally when she came home feeling tired and a little aloof, .

I quickly prepared our meal. As soon as everything was ready I set the dining room table and called Kelly to dinner.

My wife took her usual place at the head of the table and I sat down next to her. Kelly had been working such long hours that we really hadn't seen each other for several days. I was hoping that we would spend a little time talking about our daily lives. I was very curious to hear about my wife's new duties at work. When I asked she just sighed and said, "Timmy I really don't feel like talking about work right now."

We ate our dinners in silence. As soon as we finished eating I stood up and started clearing the dishes. As I was taking them into the kitchen Kelly said, "Timmy the firm is just finishing a very important project. This weekend I'm going to have to work on both Saturday and Sunday."

I stopped and turned around. Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday. Kelly and I were both big fans of the National Football League. We always watched the Super Bowl together. It was a very special evening for us.

"Will you be home in time for the game?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so Timmy. You'd better plan on watching it by yourself. The firm is on the verge of completing a big merger. If the deal goes through everyone, including me, is going to get a huge bonus. There's a very important meeting on Monday morning. The paperwork is going to have to be perfect. I'm certain that I'm going to have to work very late on Sunday night."

I stared at Kelly. I was incredibly disappointed. "Why can't you get everything done on Saturday?"

My wife closed her eyes and shook her head. "Timmy I don't have the energy to argue about this." She stood up. "I have to work this weekend. You're not going to see much of me. Live with it!" Kelly stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

I finished clearing the table and cleaned up the kitchen. By the time I was done I was feeling very petty about making a fuss because Kelly had to work during the Superbowl. This was her job and she made an excellent income for us. Working long hours was difficult enough, she didn't have to listen to me complain about it.

As soon as I was done with my chores I tiptoed to the bedroom, opened the door and peaked inside. The lights were off, Kelly was already in bed. I quickly got undressed, slipped into the bed next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. As I gently kissed the back of her neck I whispered. "I'm sorry that you have to work so hard this weekend. Please forgive me for being cross with you earlier."

Kelly ignored me, but as I lay next to her in the dark I was quite certain that I could hear her crying.

Things were better the next morning. When my wife got up I was making French toast. It was her favorite breakfast. The moment she walked into the kitchen I turned to her and said, "Kelly, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have pressed you so hard about being home for the Superbowl. I know that your job is very demanding. I was just being selfish."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy, it was all my fault. Last night was Friday night. That's always been special for us. I may have been tired, but I still should have taken some time for you." She sighed. "Baby I know I've been neglecting you lately. I'm sorry, things should get easier after we finish this merger."

After breakfast Kelly took me into the bedroom and let me go down on her. I gave her two orgasms. After she recovered from her second orgasm she gave me one of her wonderful blow jobs. When I finished cumming we cuddled up together and slept in each others arms until the early afternoon.

Kelly had to go back to work at three. When I asked why she was going in so late, she smiled at me and said, "Everyone wanted to spend Saturday morning with their families. Now I understand what they were talking about." She kissed me. "Timmy it was a wonderful morning. Thank you so much for being so understanding." She turned. As she was walking out the door she said, "Baby I'm probably going to be very late tonight. You shouldn't wait up for me."

She was right. That night my wife didn't get home until 1:00 AM. The next night, Super Bowl Sunday, she didn't get home until 2:30.

Still, things were better for a little while. Kelly's mood improved and she tried to be a little more attentive when she was at home.

GH.... I love reading your stories! It's nice to see you back in action with a new twist.

Really looking forward to hearing the rest of this story. GREAT JOB!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

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Thank you for taking a moment to tell me you enjoy my stories. I appreciate it.

GH

The improvement was only temporary. By early March Kelly was working late on at least two and sometimes as many as four nights a week. When she was at home her foul mood had returned and our sex life was dead.

Kelly also started traveling in March. Her first trip was to New York City. She left on a Tuesday morning and was home again by dinner time on Thursday. She explained the trip by telling me that the three partners were meeting with an important Wall Street investment firm. They were bringing her along to keep track of the paperwork.

Four weeks later she had to go to Chicago and three weeks after that she had to accompany the partners to Los Angeles. All of these trips seemed credible to me. The cities were all major financial centers and my wife did work for a firm that invested capital and bought and sold businesses.

It was in early May that she took the first trip that aroused my suspicion. Kelly and all three of the partners spent a week at a private estate near a well known golf community in South Carolina. When she told me about the trip I asked my wife why they were going to a golf resort.

She explained that the firm was about to attempt a hostile take over of a large well known corporation. The purpose of the trip was to get everyone together in a place where they wouldn't be disturbed so they could put together a strategic plan for the take over. Kelly's explanation made sense. I had to accept it.

After that her trips became more frequent and appeared to be increasingly less business oriented. In late May she spent several days at a luxury resort in Jamaica. In early June she went back to Evergreen. That was the name of the estate in South Carolina. At the end of June she spent a week in Hawaii. She took her first trip to Las Vegas in early July and by the end of the summer she'd made two more visits to that gambling mecca and four to Evergreen. She spent the Labor Day weekend on Cape Cod and in September she made another trip to Las Vegas and flew to South Carolina three more times.

When I asked her why she was traveling to vacation destinations rather than business centers, Kelly explained that they were trying to raise capital and it was easier to persuade potential investors to meet with representatives of the firm if they held the meetings in places that were fun to visit.

Again her explanation made just enough sense to make it difficult for me to challenge it. Still, the fact was that my wife was gone more than she was at home and when she was at home, she was crabby, aloof and often stayed out until the middle of the night. Our marriage was falling apart.

On the last Monday in September Kelly spent a rare evening at home. We ate dinner in silence. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while she sat on the couch reading a magazine. As soon as I was finished in the kitchen I joined her in the living room.

When I sat down on the couch next to her my wife didn't even bother to look up from her magazine. This was the final straw. I decided that I couldn't live like this any more. Something was wrong and I had to know what it was.

I took a deep breath and said, "Kelly we have to talk."

My wife set her magazine down and in an irritated tone of voice said, "What's wrong now?"

I shook my head. "What's wrong? Can't you see what's wrong? You're rarely at home and when you are at home you barely acknowledge my presence. Kelly honey we haven't had sex in over two months. You used to love sex. You used to live for sex. Baby I'm worried, there's something drastically wrong."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy your constant whining about my job and our life is really starting to annoy me. I'm working my tail off trying to establish some financial independence for us and all you seem to be able to do is harp at me about it. Well I'm getting sick and tired of hearing your petty grievances." She stood up and glared at me. "If you were a man and had a decent job, maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard. Now I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

Kelly turned and started to walk towards the bedroom.

I called to her. "Kelly we have to talk about this. We can't ignore it anymore. Our marriage is falling apart. Baby I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable."

She spun around. "Timmy I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. Do you understand me? Not one more word."

Kelly turned her back to me, stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

For a little while I sat on the couch in silence. I just couldn't make any sense out of this situation. Before she went to work at JTandR Kelly never really cared much about money. Writing poetry, listening to music and taking the time to cook a nice dinner, those were the things that used to motivate her. Oh and of course sex. She always loved sex. Kelly lived for sex. It was the greatest joy in her life.

I shook my head. We hadn't made love in over a month and Kelly claimed that she was still being faithful. If that was true, then she was living a celibate life. Could a permister really change that much in two short years? I didn't think it was possible.

I decided that my wife had to be having an affair. It was the only reamisterable explanation for the radical change in her behavior.

The problem with that theory was that it really didn't make any sense. Why would she bother to hide it from me? She'd dated other guys right up to our wedding day. I chuckled to myself. Her girlfriends told me that she had quite a bachelorette party. Apparently there were a half dozen very handsome men in attendance and my bride started the festivities by sucking all of their cocks while everyone else watched. I gather that things went down hill from there.

I never asked my wife to stop seeing other men, in fact on our wedding night I made it very clear to her that it would be perfectly all right with me if she wanted to continue dating. I explained that I actually got a thrill out of being a cuckold.

Giving up her infidelity was Kelly's idea. She told me that she was grateful that I'd given her the opportunity to sow her wild oats, but now that we were married she wanted to try to be a faithful wife.

If she was seeing other men, why wouldn't she just tell me? She had to know I wouldn't care.

Suddenly the answer became clear. It was the only scenario that made any sense. My wife must have fallen in love with another man. It explained everything; the frequent trips, Kelly's foul mood when she was at home, her late nights, her lack of interest in having sex with me and most of all her reluctance to tell me about her lover. It all fit together.

When I realized that it was likely that I'd already lost Kelly my stomach churned and then I buried my face in my hands and started to cry.

I cried for over an hour. When I finally stopped and pulled myself back together I felt better. The emotional outburst had released tension and anguish that had been building up inside of me for the past several months.

I was able to think with more clarity. I now had a theory that my wife may have fallen in love with another man; but that was all it was, just a theory. I needed proof before I dared to confront Kelly. I also realized that there could be other explanations. It was possible that Kelly was either ill, or the pressure of her job had caused her to have a mental breakdown. I decided that I would wait and watch. If my wife had in fact actually fallen in love with another man, there would be signs.

The next morning my wife's mood had not improved.

When she walked into the kitchen I was making French Toast. I greeted her with a warm smile and said, "Good morning Kelly, I made your favorite breakfast."

She glared at me while she silently poured herself a cup of coffee and then she sat down at the kitchen table. When I offered her a slice of French toast she waved it away and in a monotone voice said, "I'm not hungry."

I sat down at the table and watched her sip her coffee. After a moment I said, "Kelly, you're not yourself. I think you should consider seeing a doctor."

My wife looked up at me. There was pure venom in her eyes. In an icy voice she said, "Timmy I am going to repeat what I told you last night. I am working very hard at my job. It is taking all of my energy right now and I would very much appreciate it if you would stop harping at me every time I come home." She turned and stormed out of the kitchen.

I followed her. "Kelly I'm starting to wonder if you're having an affair with another man."

My wife stopped. For a moment she stood perfectly still and then she turned and quietly whispered. "No Timmy, I am not having an affair."

"Do you still love me?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do."

Kelly turned and walked into the bedroom. A moment later she returned carrying her overnight bag. "Timmy I have to go to Las Vegas for a day. I'll be back tomorrow night." She walked over and gave me kiss on the cheek. It was more like the kiss a lady would give to her mister as she was leaving for work than a kiss a wife would give to her husband before she left for an overnight trip to another city.

As I watched my wife walk out the door I silently mouthed the words, "I love you."

Kelly returned home from her trip to Las Vegas at about 6:00 pm the next day. When she walked into the house I was in the kitchen making fettuccine carbonara for dinner. I smiled at her and said, "Hello Kelly."

She went straight into the bedroom without acknowledging my greeting.

I stood perfectly still for a moment. I wasn't sure what I should do. Finally I decided that I had to try to talk to her again. I went into the bedroom. Kelly was in the bathroom. Her overnight bag was on the bed. It was open. There was a black lace baby doll nightie, a pair of black nylon stockings and a black lace garter belt in the bag. Underneath the lingerie I could see a black cocktail dress. I took it out of the bag and held it up. It was short, very short, almost indecently short and very low cut. It was obvious that the dress would just barely conceal my wife's large breasts.

"I see that now you've even stooped to searching my luggage." Kelly walked over and took the dress out of my hands, put it back in her overnight bag and closed it.

I stared at my wife. "That's not exactly your traditional business outfit. Kelly, I think you owe me an explanation."

I waited. Kelly just glared at me. Finally I said, "Kelly you know that I have always been willing to let you date other men. If that's what you're doing, please just tell me."

My wife didn't say a word. She just looked at the floor.

Finally I said, "Kelly I'm worried that you're having an affair. I'm afraid that you've fallen in love with another man."

"I am not having an affair and I am not in love with another man." My wife took a deep breath. "Timmy yesterday you pointed out that we never have sex anymore and you found it necessary to remind me that I used to love sex. Well you needn't have bothered to remind me. I am very aware of how much I miss sex. I am sorry that my job saps all of my energy and if you must know, these sexy clothes are my one refuge. When I'm alone in my hotel room after working all day it feels good to put on some sensuous lingerie and masturbate. Yes, Timmy you heard me correctly, I masturbate when I'm alone and I'll bet you do too. There, are you satisfied? Have you humiliated me enough tonight or is there something else you want to cross exam me about? If there isn't, then I'm tired and I want to be alone."

Kelly turned, fled into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

I stared at the bathroom door for a moment and then I turned, walked out to the living room, sat down on the couch and sighed. I believed that Kelly might masturbate when she was alone at night in her hotel room, but I didn't believe that she put on sexy lingerie and a slinky black dress when she did it. I was now even more convinced that my wife was having an affair, but I still wasn't a hundred per cent certain.

As I sat on the couch I realized that this situation was destroying both of us. I had to find a way to resolve it. I knew that I would be devastated if I actually found out that my wife was in love with another man, but I still had to know. Our life was falling apart and I knew we couldn't keep living like this.

Kelly was arelax by the time I came to bed. I slept fitfully and got up well before my wife. Kelly slept in. She often did that after she came home from a business trip. It was after ten when she finally walked into the kitchen.

I smiled at her. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Kelly looked at the clock on the wall. “No thank you Timmy, It's almost 10:30. I have to get into the office."

I quietly said, "Very well."

As Kelly picked up her purse she said, "I'm sorry but I have a late meeting tonight. I probably won't be home until well after midnight."

I looked at my wife. "Kelly please don't go out tonight. Come home, we need to talk. I promise you that I won't be upset if you tell me that you're just having a casual affair with this man. I paused for a moment and then I whispered, "And if you're in love with him, well we need to talk about that too."

Kelly closed her eyes. "Timmy how many times do I have to say this? I am not having an affair. I'm working." She sighed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want it to be like it used to be. I want to love you and I want you to love me."

"Timmy please believe me, I do love you."

"Then come home tonight."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I can't, I have to work."

She turned. As she walked out the door she said, "Don't wait up, I'm going to be home late."

Wow. The tension you are building here is so well done. This is a powderkeg waiting to go off. Sometimes you paint in pastels GH, this is done in primaries, but dark. It may be the change in style but it seems tighter somehow, as if you were editing it more before you posted it. It is really book standard.

Thanks for sticking with us GH, and thank you Lisa for helping him get back to this level. Wonderful. Both of you.

Wonderful story GH, welcome back. Please don't ever put these stories above your permisteral health, it's not worth it. Hope you continue to feel better. Thanks as always for entertaining us.

TrF2

Peak

Thanks, I needed to try writing something a little different. I realized that I was starting to get bogged down in stories that focused on characters rather than plot.

GH

Trf2

Thanks for the nice comment.

Don't worry, my wife keeps me very short leash.

GH

I huddled in the doorway of Smithmister Jewelers. It seemed to be getting colder. I glanced at my watch. It was 8:30. I'd been standing here waiting for over an hour.

The confrontation that I just described took place this morning. I'd spent the entire day considering possible courses of action. Finally I decided that my only choice was to follow my wife so I could find out what she actually does while she's out at night.

I was just beginning to believe that Kelly really was going to spend the evening in her office when I saw the door to the Whetmore Building open. Someone was coming out. I watched carefully. It was a woman. It was my wife.

Kelly walked into the parking ramp next door. I ran to my car, started the engine and waited.

Three minutes later her Mercedes S 550 pulled out of the parking ramp and turned north. I waited for her to get about a block ahead of me and then I pulled my Ford Focus away from the curb and followed her.

My wife brought the luxury sedan home about four months ago. I was shocked when I saw it and asked how we could possibly afford such an expensive car. My wife just shrugged and told me that her boss, Martin Jackmister was so pleased by her hard work and effort on a recent project that he'd bought if for her as a token of his appreciation.

At the time, I was still driving an old Toyota Corolla with over 200, 000 miles on it. The next day my wife had a new Ford Focus delivered to the house. When she got home that night I asked Kelly about the new car. She kissed my cheek and told me that I was such a good little helpmate for her that when she got a reward, I deserved to get one too.

Kelly made a left turn onto Fourth Avenue. The Calvert Hotel was in the middle of the block. She pulled up to the front entrance and parked. The valet opened her door. My wife handed him the keys to her Mercedes and went straight into the hotel.

I parked my Ford on the street and followed her. As soon as I entered the lobby I looked around. Kelly was waiting for the elevator. I went into the cocktail lounge and sat down at the bar. I had a clear view of my wife.

When the elevator doors opened she got in. As soon as the doors were closed I raced over and watched to see where the elevator stopped. It was the seventeenth floor. I pressed the up button. The elevator came straight back down. My wife had been the only passenger.

I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the seventeenth floor. My heart was racing. I took several deep breaths to try to calm myself. As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened I cautiously stepped out. I looked up and down the hallway. It was vacant. There was no sign of my wife.

The Calvert is a relatively small hotel. There are only about twenty rooms on each of it's nineteen floors. Most of them are luxury suites. As I started walking down the hallway I realized that even with the small number of rooms I still had no way of knowing which one my wife had gone into.

Suddenly I heard the elevator door open. There was an opening about ten feet ahead of me. I ducked into it. I found myself in the room that housed the ice machine, a candy machine and a soft take machine. I stood in front of the candy machine and pretended to be trying to make a selection.

As I stood there a bell hop passed by the doorway. He was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses.

I heard him knock on a door.

I peeked around the corner. The bellman was standing in front the room that was across the hall and two doors down.

The door opened. The bellman said, "Good evening Ms. Mamister, how are you tonight?"

"I'm very good Mark, how are you?" It was Kelly's voice.

"I'm doing well Ms. Mamister, thank you for asking. Shall I set the champagne in the usual place?"

"Yes Mark that will be just fine."

"Has Mr. Baldwin arrived?"

"Yes Mark, he's here. He's in the powder room right now."

There was a moment of silence and then I heard a pop. I assumed that the bell man had just opened the champagne.

"Thank you Mark. Please put this on Mr. Baldwin's bill."

"Of course Ms. Mamister. Have a pleasant evening." There was a pause and then the bellman said, "Thank you Ms. Mamister, that's very generous."

"Thank you Mark, you always take excellent care of us. Mr. Baldwin and I appreciate your effort."

The door closed. I ducked behind the ice machine. Fortunately the bellman walked by without looking into the room where I was hiding. I waited until I heard the sound of the elevator doors closing and then I carefully tiptoed out into the hallway. I walked down to the room occupied by my wife and Mr. Baldwin. It was room 1712.

I listened at the door. I could just make out a man's voice. "Kelly take off your blouse, do it slowly. I've been waiting for this all day."

There was silence. I thought I heard the rustle of clothing, but I wasn't sure.

"They're so beautiful. I just love looking at them."

"Roger, why don't you let me take off your pants. You can play with my big tits while I suck your cock." It was Kelly's voice, there was no question about that.

I turned and slowly walked down the hallway. There was no longer any doubt. I was now one hundred percent certain, my wife was having an affair and her lover's name was Roger Baldwin.

I sighed as I got onto the elevator. I wasn't upset that Kelly was relaxing with another man. Actually, I found that kind of exciting. What bothered me was that she was lying to me about it. I remembered that day when I asked Kelly about her reputation at Kelroy. She told me that she didn't want to lie to me, in fact she promised that she would never lie to me. As I stepped off the elevator I was trying to figure out what had changed her.

I decided that I would give her one more chance. I walked into the cocktail lounge and sat down at the bar. When the bartender came over I ordered a bottle of Heineken. As soon as he was gone I took out my cell phone and dialed Kelly's cell number.

Her phone started to ring. I was actually surprised that she still had it turned on. I waited. She answered it on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

"Kelly, it's me."

"Hello Timmy. Why are you calling? Is something wrong?"

"Kelly I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been acting lately. I'm sorry that I haven't trusted you. I know you would never lie to me."

There was a moment of silence and then Kelly said, "It's okay baby, I forgive you. Both of us have been under a lot of pressure lately."

"Are you in your office right now?"

"Yes why?"

"I was thinking about making some chocolate chip cookies. I thought you and the rest of the people in your office who have to work late tonight might enjoy them."

"Oh Timmy, thank you, but the door to the Whetmore Building is locked and if I go down to the lobby to wait for you it will be that much longer before I get to go home. Maybe you could bring us some on another night." She paused for a moment and then she said, "I'm sorry Timmy I have to go. I'm in the middle of a meeting with several of our corporate analysts and they're all waiting for me. I'll be home later. Baby, don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. Good night Timmy. I love you."

"Kelly, I love you too." My wife didn't hear that. She'd already turned off her cell phone.

I paid for my beer, left the bar and walked out to my car. I was sick. The woman I loved and trusted had just finished telling me a mammoth lie."

When I got home I sat down in the living room and waited for my wife.

It was just after 1:00 AM when I heard the garage door open. The headlights of Kelly's Mercedes lit up the living room curtains as she pulled into the driveway and then the lights disappeared when she drove into the garage.

I heard the garage door close and then the side door opened and my wife walked into our house. I waited while she turned on the kitchen light and set her purse on the counter next to the telephone. The living room was still dark. Kelly didn't know I was watching her.

She went into the dining room and turned on the light. I heard her thumbing through the stack of mail that was on the dining room table. After a moment she set the mail down and walked into the living room.

Suddenly she saw me sitting on the couch. She was startled. She didn't expect me to be up.

Kelly quickly gathered her wits. "Hi Timmy, why are you sitting in the dark?"

"I was just waiting for you to come home."

"That was very thoughtful, but you shouldn't have sweetheart. I told you I was going to be very late."

I sighed. "Yes you did."

Kelly smiled at me. "Baby, offering to bring me chocolate chip cookies tonight was really very sweet. I told everyone and they're all hoping that some other night we really can do that."

"Everyone?"

"Oh yes, and they all thought it was a very nice gesture."

"Even Roger Baldwin?"

Kelly stopped. For a moment she stood perfectly still and then she turned and said, "Who?"

"Roger Baldwin, Kelly, you know who he is. He's the man you met tonight in room 1712 of the Calvert Hotel. From the discussion you had with Mark the bell man I gather that the two of you are regular visitors at the Calvert."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy you have it all wrong. Mr. Baldwin is a potential investor that were courting. I just had to bring him some papers to sign."

"And you commemorated the signing with the champagne that Mark the bellman brought to his room."

Kelly shook her head and smiled. "Timmy honey, Roger had put in a hard day. He ordered the champagne for himself. I didn't take any of it, I was working. As soon as he signed the papers I left and went right back to the office. You know I was there, you called me."

"No when I called your cell phone I was calling you from the cocktail lounge at the Calvert. You were still upstairs. Kelly you lied to me and you're still lying to me. I don't care that you let another man fuck you tonight, but I do care that you're lying to me about it. Kelly when we first started dating you promised me that you would never lie to me. What happened to that promise?"

Kelly sighed. "All right I did tell you a little white lie tonight, but honey you've been so suspicious lately and I just didn't want to have to explain why I was at the Calvert. Roger didn't fuck me tonight. I really was just getting his signature on some papers."

"So why did he say to you, 'Kelly take off your blouse and do it slowly. I've been waiting all day for this.' and then I'm quite certain he added, "They're so beautiful. I just love looking at them.' I assume you were showing him your breasts at that moment." I shook my head. "I don't think that exposing your breasts is a normal part of a business meeting."

Kelly held her hand up. "All right, Roger made a pass at me. Timmy I'm a blond with big boobs, that's something I have to deal with all the time. Men are constantly making passes at me." She laughed. "I think I'll start to get worried if they ever stop."

"So you were fending him off, is that correct?"

"Yes, of course I was."

So that's why you said, "Roger, why don't you let me take off your pants. You can play with my tits while I suck your cock."

Kelly took a deep breath and then she whispered, "You heard me say that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes I did. I was standing right outside the door."

My wife stared at me. As she stared her expression hardened. Suddenly she yelled, "You pathetic little wimp, you were spying on me."

I smiled. "Yes I was and it appears that it was a good thing that I was, because you seem to have turned into a chronic liar."

Kelly's face was now filled with rage. "I don't have to take this. I work hard and make a very good living for us and I am sick and tired of all your whining and grousing. I'm going to bed. I'm done with this conversation and I never want to hear another word about it."

My wife stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

This time I followed her. When she saw me open the door she screamed "Get out, you can relax on the couch. I don't want to see your sorry face anymore tonight."

I ignored her and walked over to my closet. I picked up my overnight bag and started filling it with clothing.

Kelly watched me for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving you Kelly. I don't mind that you're relaxing with another man, but I am sick and tired of the all the lying and I'm also sick and tired of the the way you've treated me for the last year."

Kelly's face filled with an expression of absolute horror. "Timmy no! You can't mean that. I love you. That man tonight means nothing to me. I don't even know his real name. Please let me explain."

I shook my head. "No Kelly, I've spent the last six months trying to get you to explain. I'm tired of the lies. I'm done."

"No Timmy, let me explain. This time I promise to tell the truth."

"It's too late Kelly. Maybe Roger Baldwin will marry you, but I doubt that he'll put up with lying either."

"No Timmy, you have it all wrong. Roger Baldwin's not a real permister. He doesn't exist."

I shook my head. "Kelly, shame on you. Even now you keep lying to me."

"No Timmy, I'm not lying."

I turned. As I walked into the garage my wife screamed. "Timmy please don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of going through life without you."

My heart broke as I got into my car. I still loved Kelly. I knew that I would always love her, but I also understood that if I stayed her lies would tear me apart.


To be continued.

Hello and Good Morning GH

It is always nice to wake up and read the next installment in one of your stories.

This one is very good!! You keep building to that climax

As I have said before, I so enjoy your stories. As you said, at the start, the stories show the loving/ aceptting side of this life. I hope one day to beable to show this love with my lovely bride.

This story though has me a little worried! I guess because I am not able to read past the climax like "Sandra and Stevie." I guess, I am wanting for love to win out.

Well, again thanks for writing

You have a wonderful wife, I am refering to her posting the note. The note that said, you need a break and she was giving it to you with a nice long weekend with her and freinds. That is so thoughtful and kind. I can see here you get the model for many of your stories. Please pass that along.

Your big fan

Meijer

PS Here is a strange idea, lol, how about a page book about the recipes, choices of wine etc your use in your stories. Any suggestiosn on what to take to a salsa outdoor dance party on Sunday? lol Sangra and?

Hi Meijer

Thanks for the kind note. I always enjoy hearing from you. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, but I make no promises about it's resolution. You're just going to have to wait to find out.

For your salsa party I suggest Mexican beer like Tecate or Pacifico, tortilla chips, queso, guacamole and salsa.

There are all kinds of recipes for queso and guacamole on the net. Just google them.

GH

Wonderful again GH.

Damn GH, now isn't this a departure from your last couple of stories on here. Knowing your excellent way of weaving plots and sub plots, I can't wait to see where you're going with this story. Right now it just looks like our Timmy kicked the lying bitch to the curb-good for him. Like I said, can't wait to see what happens next, I'm sure that there will be more twists and turns than a modern day roller coaster.

Glad you're feeling better, continued good health. Get out and play some golf, that's great healing medicine for me.

Warmest regards,

TrF2

Thank you goodhusband, I apologize, I do not know as much about you permisterally but I am familiar with your writing. You are at the top of my list. I enjoy all of your writing and look forward to your next installment. Thank you for sharing your s*******s with us.
ShortSupply

GH,
Love the new style. keep it up. i told your wife to take care of you and keep you on a short leash. my wife does the same after my heart ailments.
You do a great job here writing stories. Keep it up but don't over do it. a little from you is better than nothing.

take care my friend

Great place for reflection here GH. We are all no doubt wondering both what we would really do and also what you know they really do !

I take your point about plot too. Still on page 1 and look how far they have come (or perhaps not come in Timmy's case).

Another winner though, I'm really enjoying it.

droppinby

Thanks, you support is appreciated.

Trf2

Thanks for the comment. I needed a change and I think it's kind of a fun plot. Hold off on your judgement of Kelly.

6k4g5Dxj

Spelling your name is a challenge for me. I think from now on 6k might just have to do.

Thank you, that was very high praise. I am glad you enjoy my stories and thank you for taking a moment to let me know.

trfetter

Thank you for the kind comment.

The short leash is all right, but the muzzle it's attached to is damned uncomfortable.

Peak

As always, thanks. And that is the question, what would we do?

All of you, thank you for your comments and support. They are appreciated.

And don't worry about me. Right now life is good. My wife is out on a date, the Cowboys are playing the Giants, the cuckold water cabinet is broken open, I'm writing stories and I managed to chew that damned muzzle off.

But heaven help me when Lisa gets home.

GH

I parked my car in the overflow lot of a suburban shopping mall and tried to get some rest. It was a wasted effort. I was much too upset to relax.

I had a membership at the local YMCA. They opened at 6:00 AM. As soon the sun came up I drove over there and took a shower. After I cleaned up I walked across the street to the Tip Top Cafe and ordered a ranch breakfast. By the time I was finished eating it was 7:30.

I needed to call my buddy Albie Porter so I turned on my cell phone. I'd switched it off after I left the Calvert Hotel last night and when I stormed out of the house after my confrontation with Kelly I didn't bother to turn it on again. At the time, I didn't feel like talking to anyone.

I had five messages. All of them were from Kelly. I listened to the first one.

"Timmy, please call me. I know that this looks really bad, but you misunderstood everything. Baby I'm not having an affair. If you'll just give me an opportunity to explain what happened I'm sure I can fix this. Please call me."

I shook my head in disgust. Kelly was still trying to lie her way out of this crisis. I erased the rest of her messages without bothering to listen to them.

I called Albie. When I explained the situation he told me that I was welcome to relax on his couch until I could find a more permanent living situation.

I dropped my clothes at his place and then I went looking for a second part time job. I fully understood that I wouldn't be able to support myself on my income from The Southwest Crier.

I was lucky. A convenience store in Albie's neighborhood, Kirby's Quick Stop, was looking for an early morning cashier. The job fit my schedule perfectly. I could work from six until ten at the convenience store and then spend the afternoon working at the Crier.

The owner, Kirby Lundquist, was a retired navy cook. He was a big man with a giant belly and huge arms that were covered with an elaborate tableau of colorful tattoos. Kirby was a little rough around the edges, but he had a wonderful sense of humor and he loved to laugh. We hit it off immediately. He hired me on the spot and asked me if I could start in the morning. I agreed. I needed the job and I needed it right away.

The next several days were difficult. I was so lonely. I missed my wife terribly. Kelly kept leaving me messages on my cell phone begging me to call her and even though I missed her, I kept erasing them. I loved my wife, but her deceitful behavior was slowly destroying both of us. I couldn't allow that to continue. I also noticed that there were several messages from someone at JTandR. I couldn't imagine why anyone at that firm would want to talk to me and I had absolutely no desire to find out, so I erased those messages too.

The following Wednesday morning I was just finishing my shift at Kirby's Quick Stop. It was 10:30, Elvira Higgins, the afternoon cashier, had just arrived.

Elvira was seventy-four years old. She and her husband Maxwell had been married for fifty-four years. Max had died of a heart attack the previous spring. Elvira told me that her husband's death had devastated her. She said that she'd spent the next two months locked in her bedroom crying. She told me that she didn't need the cashier's job. She had plenty of money. Max had a good pension and she'd get a monthly check for the rest of her life. She took the cashier's job because she knew that she had to get out of that bedroom before she whithered away and died.

I liked Elvira. It was hard not to, she was one smart old lady.

Elvira and I had just finished tabulating my cash register so that she could take over when a black Lincoln Continental pulled into the parking lot. A middle aged man wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit got out of the back seat and walked into the store. He looked around for a moment and then he turned to me and said, "Are you Timothy Jamiemister?"

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Edward Baylor. "Now, are you Timothy Jamiemister?"

I shrugged. "Okay, you found me; what do you want?"

"Could we have a word in private?"

I looked around and chuckled. "I don't see any conference rooms in here. Maybe we could talk next to the beer cooler."

"I thought that we might talk in the back seat of my car."

"I don't know, my lady warned me about getting into cars with strange men."

Mr. Baylor was not amused. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Jamiemister I am authorized to present a proposition that could be very lucrative for you. If you choose to make light of it and ignore me, well I guess that will be your loss."

I nodded. "Yeah all right, let's go sit in your car."

As soon as we were both settled in the back seat of the Lincoln the man said; "Mr. Jamiemister, I work for Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds. I believe that you are familiar with the firm.

I nodded. "Yeah, my wife works there."

He shook his head. "Actually she doesn't."

I stared at him. "I don't understand?"

"Your wife resigned from her position on Friday. Her resignation took effect immediately."

"You're kidding?"

"No Mr. Jamiemister, I am not. I never kid."

I believed him.

Mr. Baylor paused to think. He seemed to be trying to choose his next words carefully. I waited.

After a moment he said, "Mr. Jamiemister; Mr. Jackmister, Mr. Tyler and Mr. Reynolds were all quite distressed when your wife informed them that the two of you were having marital problems and they were even more distressed when Ms. Mamister submitted her resignation. They considered her to be a very valuable member of our team."

I shrugged. "Yeah, she must have been, they sure paid her a hell of a lot of money."

"Mr. Jamiemister, Mr. Jackmister would like to meet with you."

"No cuckolds brownie?" I thought for a moment and then I shook my head. "Nope, not interested. Our life fell apart when my wife started working for your firm. I don't blame you guys for what happened. Kelly and I are both adults. We're responsible for our own behavior, but I have nothing to say to Mr. Jackmister and I'm not interested in hearing anything he has to say to me."

"Mr. Jackmister thought that might be your response so he's authorized me to offer you five thousand dollars if you will agree to meet with him for thirty minutes."

"He must feel like he has something pretty important to discuss with me if he's willing to pay that kind of money."

"Actually Mr. Jamiemister; for Mr. Jackmister, the thirty minutes of time is probably much more valuable than the five thousand dollars."

"He must be a pretty busy guy."

"Believe me Mr. Jamiemister, he is."

"I sure can use the five grand right now and if a guy as busy as Mr. Jackmister thinks it's that important to talk to me, well I guess I'd better go see him. Will you set up an appointment?"

"You already have one."

"Really? When is it?"

"Eleven o'clock today."

I looked at my watch. It was 10:45. I chuckled. "You guys are pretty sure of yourselves aren't you?"

He nodded.

"Well I guess we'd better get going. I'll get my car and follow you."

"I'm sorry Mr. Jamiemister we don't have time. We'd like you to ride over with us. John will take you back to your car after the meeting is finished."

I shrugged. "All right, let's go."