Cindy, Oh Cindy

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Cindy and I have been happily married for almost fifteen years. Our life together has produced two fine children. She and I are very compatible in every way, we like the same things, we enjoy each other's company, we put our family ahead of everything else, and our sex life had been great. Then one day, things changed dramatically. Let me explain...

I work as a claims adjuster for a large insurance company. I had been there over eleven years and was good at what I did. My work was appreciated by my boss as well as by the company. I rarely traveled out of town, or worked late, which allowed me to spend a great deal of time with my family.

Jim, my boss, was not a good human being, but he certainly straightened out our office and got us into the black again. The company brought him in from another branch about a year ago, specifically to do just that. He was a loud, overbearing, arrogant, pompous ass; but he did his job extremely well.

Cindy and I had socialized with Jim and his wife, Susan, on a few occasions. I had accepted his invitations to socialize only because I felt that he might hold it against me at the office if I were to reject them. Besides, I liked Susan, she is a stunner. She's intelligent, interesting and a very nice person. She and I would always end up spending much time together sharing our thoughts at these social events because Jim would monopolize Cindy. It was obvious that he wanted to get into her pants. He didn't try to hide it, I didn't like it, but I wasn't worried because I had confidence in Cindy, I trusted her completely. Besides, he was my boss, what could I say?

Susan seemed to like me as much as I liked her. She had made several suggestive remarks during our conversations. I responded as if she was joking, but I knew she wasn't. If I had been unhappy with my married life, I would have taken full advantage and we probably would have become lovers. As it was, I wouldn't cheat on Cindy, I was totally devoted to her.

Things had been a little slow at the office one Friday afternoon, and Jim took off at noon to play a round of golf. At least that's what he told Brenda, his secretary. I decided to leave early myself. Being in a festive mood, I called Cindy about 2:00 PM to see if she could find a sitter for the kids so that we could go out dining and dancing that evening. Cindy apparently wasn't home as the phone rang until the machine picked up. I left her a message detailing my plans and that I'd be home within the hour.

I got home about 2:45 PM, pulled my car into the garage and noted that Cindy's car was there. I expected to find her at home. I went into the house and called out for her several times. She didn't answer and I did a quick search of the house, she was nowhere to be found. I assumed that one of her girlfriends had picked her up and they had gone out shopping or whatever together. The kids were due home from school in another hour, so I expected her to return shortly.

I fixed myself a drink and sat down on the couch to relax. It wasn't long before I heard a car pulling into the driveway. I got up and looked out the front window. My initial reaction was that the car looked familiar, as I looked closer I recognized that it was my boss' Lexus. I quickly confirmed that when I saw Jim behind the wheel, and I wondered what he wanted. He never came to the house to discuss work issues. Just as I turned to go to the front door to find out why he was here, I saw Cindy get out of the Lexus on the passenger side. As she cleared the Lexus on her way into the house, Jim backed out of the driveway and drove away. I was shocked! What was Cindy doing with him? He was supposed to be playing golf. What does this mean? Has Jim finally succeeded in getting into her pants? Damn! My heart started to race. What do I do now?

I panicked, I didn't want to face Cindy at that moment; I had to collect my thoughts. I went up into the guest bedroom and hid. She hadn't been in the garage, so she wouldn't suspect that I was home. I decided to leave the door slightly ajar and wait to see what she was going to do.

She went directly into our bedroom and began to change her clothes. I could see into the master bedroom from my vantage point. The first thing that I noticed was that she had worn her sexy black dress. She had already removed her high heels and proceeded to remove the dress. The next thing I noticed was that she had the very sexy matching bra and panty set that I had bought her for her birthday. 'Very provocative for an afternoon liaison with my boss,' I thought. It sure looked like Jim, the son-of-a-bitch, did succeed in getting into her pants. The visual evidence left little doubt in my mind. I was dumbfounded; hurt and angry, to say the least.

I decided that all of the evidence that I had seen thus far was purely circumstantial. I needed more proof before I made any decisions on what action to take. After she hung her dress in the closet, she removed her stockings, bra, garter belt and panties. She dropped them on the floor by the bed and proceeded to put on a robe.

I decided that now was the time to walk in on her, but not from my hiding place. I wanted to play innocent and give her a chance to confess. We live in a one-story home and the bedrooms are all on the ground floor, I climbed out of the guest bedroom window into the back yard, went around to the front door and entered the house. I proceeded directly to the master bedroom and said, "Hi, hon. I'm home early."

"Ohhhh!" She shrieked and jumped with surprise. She immediately covered her face with her hands, and headed towards the bathroom. I grabbed her as she tried to get past me. "O-oh, hi honey. H-home early are you? I-I'll be with you in a minute. I just need to go to the bathroom," she said, rather shakily.

She hadn't had a chance to fix her makeup or her hair. Her lipstick was still a bit smeared and her hair was slightly messed up, which was unusual for her. I noticed that her panties and bra were still on the floor by the bed. She appeared to be more than a little flustered to see me. I suspect she had thought about how close she had come to being caught - little did she know.

"That can wait baby, I have the super hots for you. I gotta have a piece of that ass right now."

"Please, not now. I have to go to the bathroom," she pleaded, with a much more concerned look.

I picked her up, carried her back into the bedroom and gently tossed her onto the bed. She struggled to get away, but to no avail as I quickly pinned her down. The look on her faced turned from one of concern to one of fear of discovery. I was intent on exploring her pussy for the evidence. I yanked the robe open and verified that she had nothing on underneath.

She continued to struggle and scream that she was not in the mood, but I pressed on. I tried to get my hand to her pussy, but she held her thighs tightly together. It was a struggle, but I managed to pull her legs apart far enough to get my finger into her pussy, as I already suspected, it was sopping wet.

"For someone who is not in the mood, you certainly are wet. It usually takes a more than a little foreplay to get you in this condition. How do you explain that?"

"I-I'm having some sort of discharge. Maybe I have an infection," she replied with some hesitation.

"A discharge, eh. It looks more like you may have had an injection," I said sarcastically.

She saw no humor in that at all. "I-I don't know what you mean."

"You seem to have had an injection of semen a short time ago. Do you care to explain?" I said as I forced her legs apart and got a good look at her red, swollen, cum-crusted, obviously just-fucked pussy. I stuck two fingers in again, scraped up some of the goo and stuck it under her nose, then to her lips. "Lick it off. Then tell me what it is," I demanded.

Her look changed from one of fear of discovery to one of OK-you-caught-me-and-I'm-really-sorry. She began to cry. She turned her head and tried to get my fingers away from her face. I shoved them to her lips; she kept her mouth closed, so I rubbed the goo on the outside of her lips. I had her hands pinned down, so she couldn't rub it off.

I waited while she had a good cry. I wasn't sure if she was crying because she was sorry for what she had done, or because she had been caught. There were a million questions swirling around in my mind as I was cycling through a series of emotions: anger, jealousy, hurt - mostly anger.

When she calmed down a bit, I began to seek answers to my questions, but first I had to test her. I had to see if she would tell me the complete truth.

"Who was the guy? How long has this been going on? How many guys have there been?"

She started to cry again, calmed down, thought a bit and responded, "Nobody you know. This was the first time, I've never done this before," she sobbed some more.

"How can I believe you? You've probably been doing this for a long time, fucking dozens of guys behind my back."

"Oh No! No! I swear, this was the absolute first time," she sobbed some more.

"How can I be sure that you're not lying?"

"I'm not. I swear."

"Tell me who the guy was. I may not know him, but I want to know who it was."

"Why is that important? I told you that it's nobody you know. Why don't you believe me and leave it at that?"

"You're not in a position to tell me what is and what isn't important. Who was the guy?" I repeated in a very stern voice.

She sobbed some more, pausing for a long time. I could see evidence of the turmoil that she was going through by the expression on her face. She just couldn't bring herself to tell me that that the guy that she had just fucked was my boss. She finally said, "I told you that you don't know him, but his name is John Franklin."

"John Franklin, eh. Where did you meet him and how did you come to fuck him?" I egged her on a bit.

You could see the wheels turning, It didn't take much for her to come up with a fictitious name, but now she had to have a story to go with it. That took much more creativity. "I-I met him at the grocery store. I've seen him there a number of times, we talked several times and, you know, things just happened," she sobbed.

"Not a bad story for such short notice. However, you've just convinced me that you're not capable of telling me the truth. I can't believe anything that you've told me."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"I know that you're lying. I'm a fair man, and I'll give you one more chance. I'm going to fix myself a drink and wait for you in the living room. Take your time and think about what you've told me. If you tell me the truth, we may be able to work things out. If you don't, our marriage is over. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"I certainly hope so."

That's when she really turned on the tears, which used to get to me, and she knew it. This time it was different, I was not even a little bit sympathetic.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed some more.

Just then, the kids arrived home from school. Cindy closed herself in the bedroom while I went to greet the kids.

Cindy and I needed to continue our discussion without delay. I decided to call Debbie, our 17 year-old next door neighbor and baby sitter. I asked her if she wouldn't mind watching the kids at her house this afternoon and evening, if she didn't have anything else planned. I told her that something came up at the last minute and Cindy and I needed to be alone.

She didn't have anything planned, and said she would be glad to watch them. "They can even stay overnight, if they want," Debbie said.

"That's very nice of you Debbie, I'll ask them. Either way, they'll be over in 15 minutes."

The kids were excited about staying overnight with Debbie. She was a lot of fun and always played games with them. They got their overnight bags together and rushed out of the door to Debbie's.

Cindy remained in the bedroom. I couldn't hear any more sobbing, so I assumed that she had calmed down some. I fixed myself another drink, sat on the couch and waited for her to come out.

About a half-hour later I heard the bedroom door open. She walked over to where I was sitting.

"I'm so, so sorry. I'm ready to tell you the complete truth," she said somberly.

"I hope it's the complete truth. Go ahead, I'm listening."

She had difficulty getting the words out, but she finally told the truth, "I-I was out with Jim today."

"Why doesn't that surprise me. How long has this been going on and how many other men have you been fucking?" I asked her in a demanding tone.

"This was the first time, and there haven't been any other men," she began to cry again.

"How can I believe you?"

"It's true! I swear it's true. Today was the first time and there have been no others. Please believe me, I'm so ashamed. I'm so afraid of losing you, I love you too much. I'll never do it again, I promise," she pleaded loudly. I don't know why, but I finally believed her, probably because she did tell me the truth about Jim.

"If you want me to forgive you, you must tell me everything, don't leave out one detail. I need to know how and why you came to fuck Jim," I directed her.

"OK, I'll tell you everything," she sobbed.

"I'll try my best to explain what I was thinking." She paused. "Jim is a good looking guy, you'll have to admit that. When we first went out with he and Susan, he began to compliment and pay a lot of attention to me, I was very flattered. I wasn't used to those kinds of compliments. It had been many years since I heard them from you. I know that's no excuse, but I wasn't accustomed to hearing those kinds of compliments and he made me feel special."

"Before you go on," I interrupted, "you understand that my feelings toward you were reinforced by my actions, not my words. I don't think I've ever done anything to you to make you believe that I loved you any less now than in the beginning. In addition, you haven't complimented me the way you used to either, but I understand that it doesn't mean that you love me any less. We've merely gotten comfortable with one another."

"I know, I didn't say my feelings were right, but hearing that stuff again just got to me. Every time he said something complimentary, I wanted to hear more. I encouraged him."

"Weren't you able to see where this was headed?"

"Not really, I could see potential trouble ahead, but I thought I could stop it anytime I wanted. It eventually turned out that I was wrong, but I was still in control after that first evening. However, it didn't escape my notice that you and Susan were really enthralled with each other."

"Do you know what we talked about?"

"No, what?"

"We talked about our respective families, our interests and our spouses. She told me how lucky I was to have a beautiful and charming wife like you, and I agreed. I did tell her that she, too, was very beautiful, but not in such a way as to lead her to believe that I was interested in her as a lover. We also noticed and talked about how you and Jim seemed to hit it off pretty good, maybe too good."

"Oh. I thought that maybe you were trying to put the make on her."

"Why would I do that? I was happily married to a very beautiful and charming woman. I didn't need any one else. Why don't you continue with your story."

She took a deep breath and started to go on. "Well, the second time that we were with them, you remember we went to the country club dance. Jim continued his effusive compliments. When we were dancing, he pulled me tightly against him a few times, but I managed to pull back and keep some separation. I could feel his hard-on when he did this, and he knew it. That's when I knew for sure that he was trying his best to get into my pants. Even though I knew it, I didn't try to stop him. I was still under control and I felt that I could stop any time I wanted. I just wanted to enjoy the special feeling as long as I could. As the night wore on, he accidentally on purpose, brushed his hands across my tits and my buns several times. I shivered with excitement each time he did, and I definitely got aroused. I kept telling myself to stop him now, put my foot down, whatever, but I didn't. I was enjoying it too much and I still thought that I was in control, and that was my big mistake. I was losing control and didn't even realize it. When we were dancing, I would glance over at you and Susan and notice how you were still enjoying each other's company. I continued to use your interest in her as an excuse for my behavior with Jim."

"Susan did flirt with me a little more that night," I explained, "but I ignored all of her flirtations. I had no reason to want another woman. I had everything that I had ever wanted, and I certainly didn't want to take a chance on losing what I had. I will admit that it was nice to know that she was interested in me, It was an ego boost. I can somewhat understand your feelings up to now. Go on with your story."

"Jim knew that he had me very aroused that night. Before we left, he propositioned me. Of course, I turned him down telling him that I was tempted, but also happily married. He wasn't discouraged by my admittedly weak refusal. He began to call me at home, two or three times a week. He kept trying to convince me to change my mind. If I had been more firm in refusing him, he probably would've backed off. I could have refused to talk to him, but I didn't. I actually started to think, or fantasize, about what it would be like to make love to another man. It was the first time since I met you that I had experienced serious sexual desires for another man. Since I was a virgin when we met, I've never experienced another man. You, on the other hand, were not a virgin."

"I don't think that what we did in the past, before we met each other, should have any influence on your thinking."

"Well, it did. The next time we were with Jim and Susan was at the Penguin Club last week. He continued where he left off, still trying to convince me to fuck him. He was much more aggressive on the dance floor, too. He held me close all night, after he first looked to see if either of you were looking our way. If he felt safe, he would pinch or squeeze in the right places. I felt his hard-on all night, too. I was hot in no time, and stayed that way all night. As you recall, I attacked you and we had some pretty hot sex when we got home, mainly because Jim got me so hot."

"Yes. I recall that. It was better than usual. I'm disgusted to think that I have Jim to thank for that."

"I knew before the night was over that I had lost control. I was his, and he knew it. The only thing he said to me as we left was that he would call me to set up the time and place, I said OK. I was feeling somewhat guilty, but that was overshadowed by my sexual arousal. I tried to justify my guilt by convincing myself that you and Susan were probably going to be doing it too. After all, if you could fuck Susan, why shouldn't I be able to fuck Jim?"

"Did you ever see me feeling Susan up?"

"No, I'm sure it was just a case of needing an excuse for my own actions."

"Susan and I talked a great deal about you two that night. She kept pointing out the obvious, but I couldn't see it. I kept telling her that you would never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. She wasn't convinced, nor was she as confident in Jim as I was in you. She knew that Jim has roved from time to time, she's merely learned to accept it. I suspect that she wasn't totally innocent, either. She renewed her efforts to try to seduce me, but I brushed it all off. She did get me aroused out on the dance floor when she pulled me tight to her body. I could feel her tits pushed into my chest, and she ground her pelvis into my thigh a time or two. She smiled when my cock responded. I told her that she was very beautiful and a charming woman, but there was no way that I would cheat on you. She finally accepted that. Later she told me that she would be surprised if you turned out to be as loyal. She pointed over to where you two were dancing. You had your tits right up against his chest and were grinding your pubic bone into his thigh as he had both of his hands full of your buns. You seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. I'll admit that I was a little concerned, but never doubted that you would be anything but faithful. I meant to ask you about your feelings for Jim, but we had that great sex when we got home, and I completely forgot. Please continue."