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What If? Reading Erotica

Chapter 1

I’ve been reading erotica for a long time now. It never
ceases to amaze me what people write about. I can
understand fiction, sci-fi and humor, they’re
interesting reading. When writing takes the traits of
real life it makes me wonder.

For most marriages sex is probably mundane, so we try
and find ways to spice it up. I doubt most married
couples try out half the stuff we read in erotica.

they did, we’d see many more marriages coming to an

I want to use some of the different premises we read
about and apply them to my life with my wife Marsha, my
name is Roger. I’ll start with the, “What If”? We had
three way sex? I’ll start with MFF:

Let’s take three ways, with me, my wife and a third

I can see where making it with two women would
probably be a turn on for me. Wow! Just think, I can
have two women do all kind of sexual things to me, I
can be eating one of them out while the other is
fucking me. That would be something, especially if the
other women was a looker.

Maybe a good friend of my wife, or even her sister.

about one of the women who work at my office? I could
fuck and suck her without worry, because my wife would
be right there joining me. Boy, could it get any better
then that? Geez, might even get a little woman on woman
action. Hope my wife wouldn’t like it more with her
then with me. Of course after we get done, there would
be consequences to my actions.

What would my wife think? Would our married life
change? Would it only be a one time thing? Hummm? Lots
of questions would need answered

Now lets look at MMF, Or, in this case my wife with two
men, one being me, her husband, and the other being a
stranger or friend of mine. I can see where she might
get a lot of enjoyment out of it.

For me though, the
thought of my wife fucking another guy might give me a
hard on, but, the actuality of seeing her with another
man wouldn’t sit so well with me.

What if he was a better sexual partner then me? What
would she think of me afterwards? Would she want to see
the guy alone some time without me around? How would it
affect our marriage after that? Would it just be a one
time thing? If she really enjoyed it, would she want
more? And with whom? Many, many questions would need

What If? We had group sex? We are at a party, I’m
having sex with anyone of my choosing, my wife is doing
the same. We both have a great time and fuck ourselves
to completion. We don’t have a sexual care in the
world. I feel and fuck all the women I can, I climax a
couple of times. (That’s about all I’m good for)

I look across the yard and see my wife naked, two maybe
even three guys are feeling her up.

They all have hard
cocks and want to place them somewhere. So they start
spreading my wife’s legs apart. She just gets in sexual
mania heaven, kind of a never-never land, she has
climax after climax. She even takes a cock in her
mouth, even though she isn’t big on oral. Right now she
just doesn’t care, she just wants orgasms.

This idea is a wild fantasy in my mind, but I don’t
ever want to see it happen.

The consequences are just
too great and I know I would never want to see it. The
aftermath would drive me crazy. Why would she ever want
me if she could have this kind of sexual life style?
Why would she even need me around except to pay the
bills and help raise the kids? No, this life style is
just not for me.

Now in both of these cases, three ways and group, what
happens after we go home? What happens to us in the
real life now? Do we totally trust our spouses? Is life
going to be normal for us anymore? How about when we
are out alone, we see the people we had sex with.

everything still normal in our life or did we turn it
all upside down for a night of sex? More and more
questions would need to be answered.

What if? We tried wife swapping, I hear it goes on
everywhere. What if? We decided to try it. We could
find a nice clean couple, go to their house or a motel
and just swap partners.

I could take this man’s wife
and have my way with her. We could suck and fuck to our
hearts content. We don’t have any worries because our
partners are in the other room doing the same thing.
Maybe this mans wife will do all the things for me that
my wife won’t. Wow! Wouldn’t that be great? No
problems, no worries, or are there?

For starters, my wife is in the other room fucking and
sucking some other guy.

I don’t like that idea. All the
questions come back to mind. Does my wife think he’s
better looking then me? Is his dick bigger? For some
reason that always seems to come up. Is she enjoying
sex with him more then with me? Does he get her off
better then I do? The questions go on and on.

No answers, just questions, the consequences are just
to much to pay for a nights fuck of liberation with a

Some may say I’m a male chauvinist, maybe I
am but, I don’t cheat on my wife because I don’t want
her having sex with other men. If that makes me a
chauvinist, so be it. At least I’ll be a happy married

I believe fantasies in our sex lives can be good, but
what after they are lived out. Do we just stop with the
one fantasy? Or do we start living out others? Do all
the people we have sex with outside of our marriage
feel the same as we do, or are they just out there for
there own pleasure?

I don’t know the answers to all these questions but,
I’m sure many readers have done a lot of the above or
at least would like to try some of them.

I know I can
get pretty aroused reading many of the erotic stories,
but how will it affect my marriage if any of them are
lived out?

The, What if? That bothers me the most is “cuckolding. ”
This I believe is when the woman goes out, finds a man
to fuck her, in front of her husband, this in my
opinion turns him into a wimp.

Here’s the problem I have with this: What if my wife
tried this?

I tell my wife that I want her to have sex with another
man so I can get excited watching her. I tell her to
find a man who is better looking then I am, more then
likely younger. He has to have a body like a god, with
six pack abs and a gigantic cock that she could hardly
get her hand around.

He has to be able to have multiple
orgasms and great staying power. Then I tell my wife
that I want her to give herself totally and completely
to this man so I can get off.

I want her to give him oral sex, better then she has
ever given me, I want him to do the same for her till
she has an orgasm. Then I want her to take him in her
pussy, which only I have been in, (or maybe a few
lovers I don’t know about) and ride him like there is
no tomorrow.

After multiple orgasms, I want her to take that big
cock that she is worshiping and put it in her ass, a
place where she doesn’t care for me to be. Have some
more orgasms, look at me during all this and tell me
how much she loves me and what a wonderful husband I

Maybe next time he can bring some of his friends with
him and they all can enjoy her, while she enjoys them.

All this time I will sit there and masturbate while
listening to her tell me what a wonderful,
understanding, loving, husband she is married too.

What kind of a man, husband, even father is this kind
of person? Why would any woman want to be married to a
gutless, wimp like this? It’s got to be the money and
support. She can do what she wants sexually and
probably does anything else she wants while this sorry
excuse for a human being sits there and says, yes honey
and jacks off.

Sorry about that readers, got a little carried away.

Now that I got your attention let me explain how the
reading erotica experience ruined my marriage.

I have been reading erotica for quite awhile. My wife
would always walk in and ask, What are you reading now?

I would always answer with, some crazy story about a
wife trying to make a wimp out of her husband, and go
on to explain whatever story I was reading.

Not knowing
that I was giving her ideas. I was busy reading about
affairs while she was busy having one.

We are a couple in our early 40’s but this affair stuff
could happen to any age group. We have two teenagers
ages 13 and 16. If you know anything about teenagers,
they are never around, always out doing something.

We have what I thought was a good marriage, apparently
it was too mundane for my wife.

After the kids got to
be teenagers my wife decided to go back to work. That
was probably the downhill start of our marriage. She
worked in an insurance office, filled mostly with men.
She liked to dress nice for work and I know was getting
compliments. She wasn’t a beauty queen but she was a
good looking women and when dressed up could attract

One day I was telling her about the wife swapping story
I was reading and she just came out and said, “would
you ever want do that”? I should have heard bells going
off in my head but, I just explained to her about the
consequences of our actions and what might happen to
our marriage.

We’ve been married nearly 20 years so our sex life
wasn’t the best. We just did it every once in awhile.
We both got our jollies off now and then but, no big
fireworks. It was just as much my fault as hers.

Every time she came in the room and I was reading a
story she wanted me to tell her about it. I was telling
her how stupid the people were, and they were bound to
get caught.

She asked me like what for instance?

I showed her story after story where people took
photographs, and camcorder tapes of married people
having sex. I said why would these people be so stupid
to leave that kind of evidence? They were bound to get

Other times I showed her where there were wire taps on
the telephones, some husbands had their wives followed.

These women were too stupid to notice anything. All
this time I was just feeding her information and didn’t
notice it myself. I never figured it would happen to

After Marsha started working, our sex life did get
better. We tried different positions we hadn’t tried in
years, I had no complaints here. Our social life was
different also. We started going out to more gathering,
you could call them parties but they were mostly people
standing around trying to impress each other.

were the people Marsha worked with.

Whenever I told Marsha I didn’t care to go she would
get really angry and say, “All I ever wanted to do was
sit in front of the computer and read that
pornography. ”

She would follow up with something like “you don’t want
a real woman, you want a fantasy one. “

I looked at her and said where did that come from?
We’ve been together 20 yrs.

And I’ve always given you
what you wanted. She would kind of apologize and say
she just wanted to go out and have some fun, but didn’t
want to go to these parties alone without me. I soon
relented and away we went to another gathering.

I believe now, that she would have preferred to go
alone but, I told her that the wives that cheat usually
went to these parties alone.

Again I gave her the ammo
she needed.

At these gathering, (parties if you prefer) Marsha was
always in the thick of things. The minute we walked in
the doors she would start making her rounds, she didn’t
have to introduce me anymore since it was pretty much
always the same people. I would just sit back in a
chair and observe all the people there, mostly the
wives of the salesmen.

There were a lot of good looking women there, all sizes
and shapes. They were always dressed up and seemed to
be pretty friendly. They always seemed to gather in a
cluster, I guess this is so they could gossip. My
Marsha, though, hung out with the men, she liked the
attention. I kept an eye on her to watch for funny
business, but never saw any.

Again I told her while
reading my stories that is one of the mistakes the
wives made. Letting men have a touch and feel at

She did seem to spend a lot of time around a guy named
Bob. He was one of the lead salesmen and was a couple
of years younger then us. He was married to a cute gal
named Nancy. She was one of the prettiest gals there,
but didn’t socialize like a lot of the other wives.

She was overweight and felt insecure (if that’s the
right word) about it. She came over to where I was
sitting and observing and sat in a chair next to me. We
just started talking and she was telling me about
herself. I’ve talked to her before at parties, she’s
just a nice lady.

She was in her 30’s and had just had a baby six months
ago, she said she never lost the weight after having
the baby.

She also had a child that was eight years old
from her first marriage. She mentioned her first
husband was killed in an auto accident about 3 yrs.
ago. She said that’s when she met Bob, and he seemed so
nice and eventually after a short courtship they got

I then asked her to tell me about Bob. At first she was
hesitant, she looked a little worried.

I asked her what
the problem was.

She said, “I shouldn’t be telling you things, but you
seem so nice and easy to talk to, I miss that at home.
Bob doesn’t like me talking to other men. Then she said
I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you my problems,”
and she seemed so nervous.

The party was well on it’s way to a drink-fest, so I
ask Nancy if she would like to step out on the porch
for a few minutes to get a breath of fresh air, she
seemed like she needed it.

She thought it would be all
right since Bob was busy entertaining Marsha and
wouldn’t even know she’d stepped out for a minute.

As we stepped out on the porch we saw a porch swing and
just sat down and began to talk. Nancy was one nice
lady, she seemed very sweet and caring. She was the
kind of person you couldn’t help liking. She just
seemed so gentle and genuine, it’s hard to explain.

She began telling me about Bob, how when they first met
he was kind and considerate, played with her son and
treated him like he was his own. How he consoled her in
her time of grief and was there for her. She became
very fond of him, so when he asked her to marry him she
said “yes. ” Thinking this was a good man and would be a
fine father for her son.

Things changed shortly after the honeymoon. He became
domineering, and somewhat mean. After drinking at some
of these parties, he would cuss and swear. He no longer
treated her son like a father would. It was, take care
of the k**, or can you do something with him to keep
him out of my hair. She was thinking of leaving him and
taking her son away but, she got pregnant and thought
maybe he would change since he had a son of his own.

didn’t change.

He started calling her fatty and big butt and other
derogatory remarks. Told her to lose some weight and
dress sexier like the girls where he worked. She knew
he was talking about Marsha, there weren’t that many
women in the office.

I asked her if he ever got violent with her. She
mentioned that he grabbed her a few times and raised
his hand like he was going to hit her, but never did.

could tell by looking at her and by her actions that
she was afraid of him. I felt sorry for her, it just
seemed she deserved better.

She wanted to get back inside before he missed her, she
didn’t want a confrontation with him.

As we walked back inside we could see they put some
music on and people were dancing. Of course Marsha and
Bob were dancing, but not close.

I guess she learned
from me telling her about the stories I read where the
cheating wife would rub up to close to other men,
another sign to watch for in a cheating wife. After the
dance ended Marsha came up to me and asked me to dance,
it’s wasn’t my bag but I wanted to be the good husband.
So we danced a couple of slow ones.

I glanced over at Nancy, Bob was talking to her, it
didn’t seem like very friendly talk. They didn’t dance,
he did go and dance with a couple of other women. Nancy
pretty much just sat there.

As we were getting ready to leave, my wife had to say
her goodbyes to everyone, especially the men. While she
was doing that I walked up to Nancy and asked if
everything was alright.

She said Bob wanted to know why
she left the room and where did she go? She mentioned
she stepped out for a breath of air and then went to
the rest room. He said she better not be flirting with
anyone or she’d regret it. She told him she didn’t
flirt with anyone, she was a married woman and would
act as such.

It’s kind of funny when you think about it but, men who
cheat on their wives don’t trust their wives.

I guess
they feel if they cheat, then their wife must be
cheating also.

When we got home Marsha was sexually wound up. Someone
must have got her that way, I didn’t do anything out of
the ordinary, but I did get the rewards. Marsha was
hot, she kept saying come on, tell me about these
fantasies you keep reading. I told her about how the
cheating wives just couldn’t get enough.

They would bring in men to fuck and suck them when
their husbands weren’t home. How sometimes the husbands
might see them doing it from another room. I just told
her about anything that came into my mind about some of
the stories I’d read.

She went nuts on my cock, she had multiple orgasms
which didn’t happen very often. Apparently these
stories really were turning her on.

One day when I was reading some new erotic stories.
Marsha asked me to tell her more about the cheating
wife and how they got caught.

I was surprised and looked up at her and said, “Why,
you aren’t cheating on me are you”?

She looked at me and laughed and said, of course not
silly! I just find it interesting.

That did put a thought in my head to watch for anything
different, even though I didn’t think she would cheat
on me.

Boy, was I wrong!.

I told her a number of things about the cheating wife.
The things for the husband needs to watch out for.
Habits, late night work, separate cell phone, charge
card bill, motel reservations, hung up phone calls,
even girls night out. I guess I gave her a bundle of
what not to do and how to cover her tracks, what a
dummy I am.

She was smart, to this day there isn’t a link to her
doing any of the above stuff wrong. Unbelievable! She
was some kind of actress. She must have really listened
carefully to all the stuff I mentioned.

So your asking, how did she get caught? The answer is
Time, and luck on my part.

Time because anyone who cheats is going to get caught.

I guarantee it! It may be in a week or two years, but
the cheater will get caught. Marsha has been cheating
on me for over six months, ever since she took the new

She was doing her cheating during working hours, maybe
once or twice a week, normally at lunch time, and
always with guys who had as much to lose as she did.

had no reason to suspect her of cheating so that helped
her cover her tracks.

Other times she cheated was on Friday nights when she
knew I went with my sons to the high school football
and basketball games. She was never into sports, so it
was no surprise that she didn’t go to games. She always
left after us and returned before we got back.

I hate to say this but she was a good cheater, thanks
to my help and reading erotic stories. She pretty much
followed the hints I gave her about not getting caught.

Bob was one of the reasons she got caught. He wasn’t as
smart as she was in covering his tracks. Bob wasn’t the
only one Marsha was having sex with, she was having it
with some of the agents in the office.

Most of them
were married and all had as much to lose as her. Bob
wanted her, he wanted to be the only one that had her,
he was mad that she was having sex with other men. He
was a control freak and wanted Marsha to leave me and
quit her other lovers and just be with him. He was
infatuated with her..

One day I had stopped at the grocery store and saw
Nancy, she came up to me and said she needed to talk to

We left the store and went over to the diner and
sat down to have a cup of coffee and talk. She started
out by saying that Bob has been acting very strange
lately. She believes he was having an affair.

Then she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said,
“I’m sorry”, but I believe it’s with Marsha.

I was somewhat shocked because I didn’t see any signs
of Marsha being unfaithful.

I asked her what proof she

She mentioned that Bob came home from work and went
right into the shower. She went to hang up his suit and
smelled a women perfume. This didn’t happen one time
but she has smelled it a number of times. It was
definitely a women’s perfume and definitely not hers.

He also went out on different Friday nights, he just
goes out and when he comes home he smells of the same
perfume, he never explains anything.

He just jumps in
the shower and then goes to bed. He never wants
anything to do with her on any of these nights.

I asked her, “Why do you believe his affair is with

She went on to explain that he kept throwing Marsha up
in my face. How she dressed sexier, the perfume she
used, her figure, her smile. Then he said he made a
mistake marrying me, but for the sake of the kids he
would stay married but that I wasn’t to interfere with
his life or he would in his words “kick my fat ass

She looked at me and said, “Roger I’m scared, I’m
really scared. “

I said, “Nancy I’ll see what I can do, right now it’s a
shock to me. I need a few days to see what I can find
out. Is there anywhere you could go and stay for a few
days till I find out what’s going on?”

She said, “I have no family here, and I have my boys.

can put up with the bastard for a few days. Please see
what you can do, please! I feel so sorry for you,
you’re such a nice guy, I can’t see why she would hurt
you like this. Do you have any idea what you’re going
to do?”

I looked at Nancy and said, “If what you say is true,
I’ll divorce her. There is no way I want to live with a
women like this.

She knew that if she ever cheated on
me there would be severe consequences. I have to go and
sort things out Nancy, but I will keep in touch the
next few days, please just hold on. “

After leaving Nancy I was surprised I still had a clear
head. I was mad, I had to find out for sure and then
deal with it. I went right to the neighborhood Radio
Shack and got myself a phone bug and two tape

That’s one of the things Marsha would not
check, but I wondered if she received calls at home.

After bugging the phones I waited for Marsha to get
home. When she came in I told her I had an appointment
and would be back in a couple of hours. I went right
over to her insurance office, that’s where Bob would
be, I had no idea how I would handle this.

First, I wanted to see what I could find out from her
boss. As I entered the building the receptionist an
elderly woman by the name of Mabel looked at me but was
a little shocked. I hardly ever came to my wife’s place
of business, but most everyone knew me from the

She said, “I sorry Mr. Warren but Marsha has already

I looked her in the eyes and said, “I know, I want to
talk to Mr. Little,” (who was the manager of the

She looked at me and rang Mr. Little and spoke with
him. She said, “He would be right out and to take a
seat. ”

She kept looking at me and I could tell she was
nervous, there must have been some office gossip.

Little came out and reached out his hand to shake mine.

I looked at him and said, “Not now, maybe later. “

He looked at me a little perturbed then invited me into
his office, “What can I do for you Roger?”

I came right out with it, “I believe Marsha is having
an affair with one of your employees. I am ready to
contact my lawyer and sue your agency for every nickel
I can get.

If you co-operate fully with me I will not
file the suit and possible save your agency from a lot
of bad publicity. Of course this was somewhat of a
bluff, I didn’t have any evidence and didn’t really
know the law, but what did I have to lose?”

He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry to hear that about
your wife, but I don’t get into the private lives of my

I stood up and said, “That’s to bad, thank you for your
time, you’ll hear from my lawyers in the morning. “

He jumped up from behind his desk and said, “Wait just
a second Roger, we don’t need to jump to conclusions so
fast. Lets talk for a little bit, do you have any

I replied, “Would I be here if I didn’t?” Calling
another bluff.

Mr. Little, looked at me with a worried look and asked,
“If we co-operate and are able to help you, will you
sign a letter stating we are not liable?”

That’s what I said, “But you left out the word fully.
Include that in the letter and I will sign it. I’m not
interested in shutting down your agency, but I want
full knowledge of what went on here.

Mr. Little called his receptionist in and told her to
type up the letter, and to send in any agents in the
office one at a time. She was extremely nervous but
went out to type up the letter as one of the agents
came in, I turned on my tape recorder.

The first agent to come in was Aaron, one of the newer

Mr. Little looked at Aaron and asked if he knew
who I was?
He said, “Yes sir, that’s Roger, Marsha’s husband. “

“Do you know why he’s here?”

“No sir?”

“He’s claiming his wife is having an affair with an
agent here, do you have anything you want to say about
it? What ever you say will be held in confidence. “

Aaron looked really scared and said, “Sir I only did it
once, I’m so sorry, I felt so bad about it after I did
it I went home and told my wife and asked her

I was in total shock, I thought it was just Bob, my God
how many people did she fuck?

Mr. Little looked at Aaron and said, “Tell us
everything you know and you might save your job. “

He started out saying, “Well sir, as you know I’m the
youngest agent in the office. A lot of the older agents
were always ribbing me and saying I was a wimp and
afraid to take on Marsha.

They teased me until I
finally did it. I had sex with Marsha. “

“What other agents?” Asked Mr. Little.

Aaron named off about six of them, Bob was one of them.
There were about fifteen in the agency, thank God there
were a few decent men.

Aaron explained how someone would take her to lunch
about twice a week and then go to one of the single
guy’s apartment that was just around the corner and
have sex with her.

She would always tease the guys, she
seemed to be all for it. Aaron then apologized again
and then left the office.

Mr. Little, looked at me and apologized saying ‘He had
no idea that this went on under his nose. He did hear a
rumor, she might have had a thing going with Bob, but
had no idea about the others. ‘

“If a couple that worked here got together on their own
time, there is nothing I could do about it.

But, the is
outrageous, six of our agents having sex with one of
our secretaries. “

Four of the other six agents who Aaron named came in.
They didn’t want to admit anything until we cornered
them. Each said pretty much what Aaron said except they
each did it a number of times with Marsha, she was a
willing participant. They all admitted it was
consensual sex between two adults.

We did talk to three of the agents who were not
involved. They were all asked to participate but
declined saying their marriages meant more to them then
a strange piece of ass. They also said men who cheat
eventually get caught, they wanted no part in having
sex with Marsha and help possibly ruin her marriage,
and maybe their own. They were glad it was finally
going to end, they thought it brought a bad smell to
the agency.

They wanted to clear the air.

Bob and Jim, the other two agents to be questioned left
for the day. Mr. Little promised me he would have their
statements on tape the next day. Mabel the receptionist
an older lady about 60 yrs old, came in and handed me
the letter, she squeezed my hand, with a tear in her
eye she walked back out to her desk.

I signed the
release, picked up my tape recorder and headed home.

When I got there Marsha was acting normal as usual. The
boys were gulping down their dinner and then were going
out to do their thing. Marsha mentioned she was going
to the store to pick up some milk for breakfast
tomorrow and would be back in a little bit.

I said fine and headed into my home office.

As soon as
Marsha left I listened to the tape on the phone we had

There was a call from Bob, saying you have to meet me
tonight Marsha. Something is wrong, Nancy is acting
very strange.

Marsha said, you know the rules Bob, you are never, and
I mean never, to call me here. How do you think we got
away with this for so long?

Bob replied that Nancy might have said something to
Roger, I don’t know for sure but I will find out.

If I
have to beat it out of her, I’ll get that information.
Marsha told him to meet her at the grocery store in
about an hour, they could talk.

There was a second call on the tape from Mr. Little
telling Marsha that before she begins work tomorrow
that he would like a meeting with her. She asked what
it was about and he said he would talk to her in the


Marsha came back in about an hour later, she even had
the milk. She was almost a pro at cheating, if she
wasn’t my wife I would almost be proud of her.

She came into my office and asked what I was reading

I told her I wasn’t reading, I was writing.

She asked, “Writing about what?”

I said, “A cheating wife story.

She went pale, looked at me and said, “How did you find

I very calmly, even though I was torn up inside, looked
at her and said, “You can read about it as soon as I’m
finished writing it. “

Then I asked her to please leave my office so I could
finish my story. She had a tear in her eye and walked
out the door.

I sat there and continued the story that
you are reading till the phone rang.

I picked up the phone and it was Nancy, she was crying
and said, “Roger, I need you now! Please come over. “

At that point Marsha came bursting in the room
listening on the portable phone. We must have answered
the phone at the same time.

I seen her standing there as I asked Nancy, “What
happen?” She said, “I just shot Bob!”

Chapter 2

Marsha Speaks:

I read Rogers story, he makes me out to be a real
whore, this is not really the case.

I know what I did
was wrong, at least in the relationship between Roger
and me, but there are other married couples who have
sex with others and the husband or wife get off on it.

I really did believe Roger was one of these people.
Every time I walked into his office he was reading
erotic stories, I could see he got turned on by them.

He would always say, “I love reading this stuff, but I
would never do it. “

Roger and I started dating about 21 years ago. We
really made a pretty nice couple, so after about a year
he asked me to be his wife. I was so happy, I really
loved this man and would be pleased to be his wife. Our
sex life was great in the beginning, probably like most
young couples, we lived for sex.

It doesn’t get any better then having sex with someone
you love. What I didn’t know at that time is that the
wonderful feeling doesn’t last forever. I wanted him
day and night. I couldn’t get enough of this man I
truly loved. No man could ever make me feel the way he
did, both past and present.

A few years after we were married we started a family.

Our first son was born, we couldn’t be happier. We were
the perfect little family and did most everything
together. A few years later our second son was born. My
husband was the big proud father that took his sons

When our boys were a few years older he took them to
different sports venues. I wasn’t a big sports fan so I
usually stayed home and became the good home maker.

didn’t mind, I did this for my family, I loved being
needed, even if it was just for the kids. Whenever they
got back from a sporting event, my boys would run in,
hug me and tell me everything they had seen.

Our family life was good but our sex life took a
downhill turn. The level of intensity was a lot lower.
I guess it’s probably that way with most married
couples, but why? I mentioned it to Roger but he said
we’ve been married quite a few years, there isn’t a lot
of new experiences for us to try.

Don’t get me wrong, Roger is a good lover, he always
waits for me to reach orgasms. He was also very gifted
in the oral sex department, I guess I just wanted more.

Life just went on day by day like most couples, our sex
life was put pretty much on the back burner. Like Roger
said, “Our sex life was good, but not a lot of

” Our life went on like this till our boys
were both teenagers, then I felt I wasn’t as needed as

Then it happened, I turned 40 years old. Roger and the
boys threw me a big surprise party. On one side of the
coin, I was so happy that they thought about me and
gave me this big party. Lots of relatives and friends
came in from out of town just to help me celebrate the
big 4-0! They rented a hall and even had a band coming
in to play.

Lots of food and drink, it was really

On the flip side of the coin, I just turned 40! I felt
old, when I looked in the mirror I saw an old lady,
life more then half over, not as attractive as I once
was. Of course anyone ever having attended one of these
parties knows the birthday recipient gets tons of gag
gifts for the old lady.

I was smiling on the outside
and crying on the inside.

That evening I put on my best face for my family. My
husband and sons put on the best party they knew how
and were really happy for me. I just wasn’t happy for

A few months after my birthday I told Roger I needed to
do something, I needed to get out more.

The boys didn’t
need me to do as much for them, they were able to do a
lot more for their selves. So, I took a job as a
secretary in an insurance agency.

When I began working, I really felt good. There were a
lot of men at the agency and they paid attention to me.
I started dressing for work, short skirts, tight tops,
I thought I was looking good.

Roger saw me most
everyday and never said anything about how I looked.
Every evening when I got home he would go on the
computer to read his dumb stories. I wanted attention,
if I didn’t get it at home, I knew where I could get

I asked Roger what he saw in all those stories.

He would answer that he just couldn’t believe how these
husbands and wives acted.

In some stories, the husband
wanted his wife to have sex with other men. Sometimes,
they even watched, other times they wanted their wife
to tell them all about it. The wives had affairs and
the husbands got off on it.

I honestly believed that this was Roger’s fantasy. To
this day I still believe he fantasied about it but was
afraid to let it happen.

At work things began to heat up with a few of the
agents. The talk would become more personal. They would
tell me how pretty I was, and it got to a point of them
saying what they wouldn’t give to get in my pants. I
should have been offended but I wasn’t. I actually
replied with, “What would you give?” I was getting
turned on by this kind of conversation, I knew that
eventually I was going to get fucked if I didn’t put a
stop to it.

When I got home that day I was heated up, Roger didn’t
even notice. I walked in and all he could say is,
“What’s for dinner?”

After the boys ate they went out to do their thing,
Roger went on his computer to read some more erotic
stories. I cleaned up the kitchen and then went in and
sat next to Roger while he read his stories.

I asked
him, “What’s interesting tonight?”

He replied that the story was about the cheating wife.
All the stupid things they do and then wonder why they
get caught. He started telling me about all the things
that these women did wrong. If you read his story you
know all the things he brought up. I made a mental list
of all these things, just in case I ever needed it for
future use.

As he was reading I put my hands between his legs and
grabbed his cock, was he ever hard. These stories must
have really turned him on, so I told him to take me to
bed and fuck me. I didn’t have to ask a second time. It
felt great, he must have been fantasizing because he
hadn’t come like that in a long time.

Roger said I screwed around for six months, that’s
really not true.

I worked at the office for six months
but didn’t screw around for a couple months, like
fucking strangers for two less months makes me a better

When I got to work the next day the men said I had that
special glow, they teased me and asked me if I got any
the night before?

I answered as a matter of fact I did, and we all

One of the agents named Jim asked if I wanted to go to
lunch with him. I didn’t have any problems with that as
I went to lunch a number of times with the agents. This
time it was different.

At the diner we took a booth in the back. He said it
was quieter back there and we could talk. We ordered
our lunch and he kept complimenting me and told me how
beautiful I was and how he wanted to get to know me

Our lunch arrived and we ate it. Then he came
to my side of the booth and slid in. He put his hand on
my thigh and started sliding it upward. I didn’t wear
pantyhose because it was to hot that day.

I knew it was decision time for me. He slid his hand up
to my mound and just grabbed it. I was so wet at that
point that I had a mini orgasm just by that squeeze.

was new and exciting for me, I liked that feeling.

He said, ” I want to fuck you. ”

I told him I shouldn’t that my husband was bound to
find out.

He said, “I won’t tell if you don’t tell. “

I started thinking with my pussy, I said, “where”?

He said now, he had the keys to Bill’s apartment which
was in walking distance of the office.

Bill was an
agent who lived just around the corner from the office.
He was a single guy and always loaned his apartment to
the other guys for their extra curricular activities.

We got up and went to the apartment, I had second
thoughts but then I thought of Roger and his erotic
stories. How this was one of the things that seemed to
turn him on.

I was thinking of any excuse I could to
make this alright.

Jim and I went into the apartment and he came right to
me and kissed me, he lifted my skirt and had me sit on
the bed, then reached down and pulled my panties off.
He undid his fly and took his cock out and then just
pushed it right in me. I was so wet, this was the first
man I had fucked other then Roger in over 20 yrs.

I felt like a young women again, desired by another

We hadn’t fucked ten minutes when he came, he said he
have would liked to stay longer, but we had to get back
to the office. Maybe we could do this again sometime?

I got up and went into the bathroom and cleaned up a
little, put my panties back on and then went back to
the office.

When we walked in I felt like everyone knew
what we just did. I watched Jim walk over and give Bill
back his keys. A few of the guys grinned at me as they
headed back in their office. That’s how it started.

Everyday different guys from the office came up to me,
asking me to lunch, I knew what they wanted and they
got it. In the beginning it was fun, new and exciting.

I was the women that these guys desired, at least
that’s what I thought. In some peoples eyes I was a
whore, a slut, but all I wanted was my youth back, to
get that fantastic feeling again. I was willing to do
whatever it took to try and recapture that first few
years of wild sex that Roger and I had.

This might be hard for a lot of people to understand,
but I really loved Roger.

The sex we had when we were
younger was the best I had in my life. I wanted it
back, I thought by having sex with some of the agents
that I could recapture some of my youth. I was wrong.

Once these flings (to use a word for it) began, I was
actually the one in control. Their were six agents in
all that I had sex with over this four month period.

was the one who decided when I would do it, with whom I
would do it, and what sexual acts we would do. I did
some of the things their wives wouldn’t, like oral sex.
I told them if any of them broke my rules they weren’t
getting anymore, remembering what Roger said about the
mistakes of the cheating wife.

After the guys got what they wanted the first time,
most came back for more.

It was great for them, getting
some strange pussy with no strings attached as long as
they followed the rules. I usually did it with one guy
a week sometimes two, normally at lunch time, I never
wore panties until after I cleaned up. Roger told me
that husbands have a habit of looking at their wife’s
underwear if he thinks she might be cheating.

The sex after a few months became fairly bland after
the initial few fucks took place.

I think I did it more
to see how long I could get away with it, then for the
pleasure. It was like Roger was my instructor but never
knew it. It just became a game with me, turned out to
be a very dangerous one.

I need to tell you about two of the men. The first was
Aaron, his is a very special story to me.

He came up to
me less then a month ago and asked me if I would like
to have lunch with him? He was a young man in his early
20’s and recently married. Just a nice rather timid guy
that I couldn’t help liking, but not as a lover.

I looked at him and smiled and said, “Aaron, do you
really want to do this?”

He looked up at me and said please don’t turn me down,
some of the guys have been riding me for months about

I would have a hard time facing them if you
rejected me.

I looked at him and said, “lets have lunch and we can
discuss it further. ” He smiled and was so happy, he
even said, “Thank you,” to me.

At lunch he said some of the guys have been ribbing him
about his sex life. He made the mistake of telling them
his wife was the only woman he every had intercourse

He was told that he needed another women to
compare how good his wife was, anything to tease the
young agent. They told him he needed to fuck an older

We went over to Bill’s apartment. I was very gentle
with this young man, I didn’t want to hurt his ego. I
slowly opened and unzipped his trousers and slipped
them off, then I pulled his briefs down and off also.

He had a hard on and went to cover it with his hands. I
pulled his hands away and gripped my hands around his
cock and slowly wrapped my lips around the head and
started sucking. I sucked, licked and kissed his cock
till his was ready to shoot a load.

He said, ” Marsha I going to cum,” he went to push my
head away but I just gripped my lips around his cock
head and let him cum.

When he fell back on the bed I
spit the cum out into a Kleenex, but made sure he
didn’t see it. I then took his cock back in my mouth
and got it hard again, then I had him move further up
on the bed and I mounted him.

The sex was nice, a young man who really wanted it. I
was gentle with him, almost loving, not like with the
others, who just wanted raw sex.

I almost felt like I
was nurturing this young man. Within a few minutes he
climaxed. He looked at me and said “thank you Marsha. ”

I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I
returned Aaron was sitting on the bed looking sad. I
looked at him and asked, “What’s wrong Aaron?”

He looked at me with sad eyes and said, “I cheated on
my wife Cindy.

” The sex I had with you was great,
better then Cindy and I have ever had. You are a
fantastic sexual partner, but now I have to live the
rest of my life knowing I cheated on my wife. She
deserves a better husband then that.

I was totally taken back, I didn’t know too many men
who felt that way about their wives, and I told him so.

In fact, I mentioned to him that if he didn’t want to
carry the burden of cheating on her for the rest of his
life that he should tell her. If their love was real
and she was the kind of women he said she was that she
would forgive him. Better to hear it from him instead
of through a rumor mill.

He looked at me and said the sex was great but
something was missing.

The sex he and his wife had was
different, it was making love. The cuddling, hugging,
and kissing they did after having made love made them
feel closer. That’s when I began to realize why the sex
with Roger seemed better. It wasn’t the sex, but a
combination of sex and love which had been missing with
these new lovers. That’s when I decided to try and end
this life style.

Bob was the problem agent. After I first slept with
Jim, Bob was around me every chance he could get. It
started out friendly just like all the agents, but Bob
wanted more. He started out the first time being nice
and kind even gentle. His lovemaking started out gentle
but started to get a little rougher. I didn’t mind, it
was different then what I was use to with Roger,
definitely not better just different.

Bob started paying a lot of attention to me and it felt
good. I liked him but didn’t love him, after awhile he
wanted more. He said just once a week or every other
week just wasn’t enough. I agreed to start seeing him
on Fridays when Roger and the boys went to football and
basketball games. We just met at Bills (the single
agent) apartment and just had sex for a couple of

It was good to be wanted like that, but after
awhile Bob became possessive. I didn’t like that and
told him so. I mentioned that it was all over if he
didn’t follow the rules.

He said he was falling in love with me and wanted me to
have sex with only him. I found out that he even told a
couple of the other agents to leave me alone that I
belonged to him.

He even talked about leaving his wife
and for me to leave Roger. That’s when I decided the
game was over.

I was planning on ending it the next time I was with
Bob, I let it go to far. He kept saying he was in love
with me and would tell Roger if I stopped seeing him.
He called me at home which was a no-no.

He said he had
to see me, that he thought his wife had talked to
Roger. I agreed to meet him and I was I going to end
it. The fun and games was over, I wasn’t out to breakup
marriages and ruin lives.

I met with Bob and told him I did not love him, that in
truth I was still in love with my husband.

I told him I
was going to talk to Roger that night and let the cards
fall where they land. I thought that Roger would be mad
but after considering 20+ yrs of marriage we would be
able to iron it out.

Bob screamed and yelled and even started crying. He
started blaming his wife because he thought she told
Roger which would end our relationship.

I told him he
was nuts and to stay away from me. He needed to get
some help, he was an accident waiting to happen. I told
him one last time that it was over and I was going home
to talk to Roger, then got in my car and drove off.

When I go home Roger was on the computer as usual.

I went into his office and asked what he was reading

He said that he wasn’t reading, he was writing.

I asked, “Writing about what?”

He said, “A cheating wife story, I know I turned pale,
looked at him and said when did you find out?”

He acted very calm, looked at me and said I could read
about it as soon as he’s finished writing it.

I was totally shocked, I was getting ready to tell him
everything, but now it was too late.

He would never
believe that I was coming home to spill my guts out to

Then he asked me to please leave his office so he could
finish his story. I had tears in my eyes as I walked
out the door. He just sat there and continued typing
the story, not even looking back at me. It hurt me
deeply, very deeply, but I deserved it.

The phone rang when I reached the kitchen, Roger must
have picked up the office phone at the same time. I
heard Roger say hello and I just listened in.

It was Nancy, she was crying and said, ” Roger, I need
you now! Please come over. ”

At that point I rushed back in the office while
listening on the portable phone not knowing what to

Roger was sitting there, Then he asked Nancy, “What’s

She said, “I just shot Bob!”

Chapter 3

Roger continues his story:

I told Nancy to call 911, and I would be right over.

She said she already did and they were on the way, both
the police and paramedics.

I got up to leave and Marsha said, “I coming with you!”
I had no time to argue with her so we got in the car
and headed over to Nancy’s house.

When we arrived the
police and paramedics were already there. We looked
around and seen that they had taken Bob out to the
ambulance. He had two bullets shots in the stomach but
was still alive. They were rushing him to the hospital.

Then we looked for Nancy, she was sitting on the sofa
talking to the police while holding an ice bag against
the side of her head, her other arm around her

The police asked us to leave but Nancy said, “NO,
Please! They are my friends,” Marsha just looked down
at the floor and was tearing up.

The whole left side of Nancy’s face was bruising up.
Her face was swollen and her eyes blackened, she didn’t
look very good. While she talked to the police the
paramedics told us that she was beat on the face and
head, and had probably two broken ribs from being

They would know more when she was taken to the

When the police were through talking to her the
paramedics asked her to get on the Gurney so they could
take her to the hospital.

She said, “No I can’t leave my babies, what about my

The police officer said they would contact children
services and have them pick up her kids, that she
needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible.


She insisted that she didn’t want to leave her kids
with children services.

Then Marsha spoke up and said, “Nancy, let us take care
of your kids. They can come home with us and we will
care for them until you are well enough to leave the
hospital. “

Nancy looked at Marsha and then at me, I was
dumbfounded, then both women began to cry.

While the
paramedics were putting Nancy into the ambulance,
Marsha went in and gathered up all the clothes and
stuff she would need for the kids.

Nancy talked a little bit to her eight year old son and
told him everything would be alright and to go with us.
That she would see him in a couple of days.

I then drove Marsha and the two boys to our house.

Dropped them off and helped carry all their stuff into
one of our son’s room then told Marsha I was going over
to the hospital to talk with Nancy and find out what

When I arrived at the hospital I found Nancy’s room and
went in to see her. She was d**gged up but was able to

She said, “Bob came home mad as hell and wanted to know
if I had told you anything about him having an affair
with Marsha.

He grabbed me and kept shaking me,
screaming at me yelling “What did you tell him? What
did you tell him, you bitch?” Then he raised his hand
and slapped me hard across the face, I screamed out and
he hit me again and again. He threw me on the floor and
kicked me. I got up and staggered into the bedroom and
locked the door.

He yelled at me, “Come out bitch or I’ll beat on these

” I screamed through the door, leave my babies
alone, please don’t hurt my babies. I could hear my
babies crying on the other side of the door. I yelled
at Bob, please don’t hurt my babies, I’m coming out.

“What Bob didn’t know is that my first husband gave me
a 25mm pistol about the size of my hand. He told me
that it was for protection if I ever needed it.

I told
him I didn’t need a gun but he said, “keep it, someday
you may, always keep it close by your bedside. ” I
reached in the bottom drawer of my night stand where I
kept it wrapped in a doily, took it out and released
the safety, then held it behind my back as I opened the

“As I opened the door Bob threw my oldest son to the
side and reached out for me.

He raised his hand to hit
me again when I pulled out the revolver and shot him
twice in the abdomen. He fell to the floor and I
reached for the phone to call 911, then for some reason
I called you. When the police got there me and my sons
were huddled together on the sofa, we were afraid to
move. Bob was laying there doubled up on the floor
rolling back and forth.

I just held on to the gun till
the police arrived, then gave the gun to them.

“We were scared, really scared, I thought Bob was going
to kill us, he was a madman. He kept yelling that we
ruined his life. That he would get us for that. I had
to protect my kids, I couldn’t let anything happen to
them. “

Then she asked, “How’s Bob?”

I told her he was in surgery and would probably pull

I smiled at Nancy and told her everything
would be all right and all she need to do was to just
rest and heal up. We would take care of her kids as
long as she needed us too, then I left to go home.

Everything was moving so fast I didn’t even have time
to think about my situation and what I would do next.
What would I do? Where would I go? What about Marsha,
Nancy and my own sons? I needed time to think, but
didn’t have the time right now.

I drove home with my
mind in a turmoil.

When I got home and walked in the house, there was
Marsha doing all the things that needed to be done. She
had already explained to our sons that a friend of ours
was beaten up and that we would have the kids here for
a few days. They would share a room and we would put
our visitors in one of their rooms.

Our boys were good
kids, they had no problem with sharing, in fact they
started helping their mother put things in order. They
even treated Nancy’s oldest son like a little brother
and played with him knowing he needed friendship right

I ordered some pizza for us so no one had to cook this
evening, the three boys loved that idea. If there is
such a thing as pizzaholics, my sons would qualify.

Marsha fed the baby and then just sat back in her
rocker and rocked him to sleep. She looked over at me
with a sad smile, she was in her own world, the one
where she was needed again.

I went down the basement where I could be by myself for
awhile. I needed to cry, I know I’m a man but I had to
get rid of some of this emotion.

I just started crying,
I’m not even sure what about, everything in general I
guess, but I just had to let go. I was probably down in
the basement for a good half hour and tried to gather
my thoughts.

I went back upstairs to see how things were going. It
was getting late, Marsha had put the kids to bed and
was cleaning up the room.

Our boys were in their room
for the night so it was just me and Marsha.

She looked at me and asked, “Where do we go from here

I looked at her and said, “I don’t know?” I need a few
days to sort things out. I won’t sleep with you, you
can have the bedroom and I’ll sleep downstairs on the
extra bed. I’ll call off work tomorrow and watch the
boys while you go talk to Mr.

Little. I have a feeling
you won’t be there long.

Marsha just looked down at the floor and didn’t say
anything. There was no more conversation between us,
she headed for the bedroom and I headed for the

Chapter 4:

A note from Roger:

I want you to know that I have gone through the whole
realm of emotions, hate, sadness, pain, even love, to
name a few.

I have been offered advice from a lot of
people. Everything from kill Marsha, to take her back
and love her, from throw her cheating ass out, to
forgive her.

There is no advice that I haven’t thought of. She was a
wonderful wife and mother for twenty plus years, and a
lying cheating bitch for six months. Once I finish this
story I will walk away from this computer into a real
world, with real people, with real problems.

I now have
to decide if I will face this future with or without

Sincerely; Roger

It was morning and time to get up, I didn’t sleep at
all, I just kept tossing and turning. My life was
turned totally upside down and decisions had to be
made. I got up and went upstairs to put on the coffee
and call my office to let them know I wouldn’t be in
till the afternoon.

I was going to take the whole day
off but I knew I needed to get out of the house for a
while and get my mind on something else.

When I got upstairs, I could already smell the coffee.
Marsha must already be up. I was pouring myself a cup
of coffee when Marsha entered the room. She was very
nicely dressed, not sexy, but neat and smart looking.

She looked like a business woman and dressed the part.
She wasn’t out to turn heads today.

After saying morning to her, I didn’t say good morning
because there wasn’t anything good about it for me. I
asked her to call me if she would be working so I could
re-plan my day if necessary.

She asked me when we were going to talk.

I told her that we could talk later that day or
Saturday, but it would be at least Monday before I
would have any decisions made.

There was just too much
happening to make quick decisions. We have our family
to think about as well as Nancy’s children here for a
few days.

Marsha said that she thought I was acting awfully calm
about the whole situation.

I looked at her with a deep stare and told her that my
stomach was eating away at me, that I could kill her
for what she did, that our life as we knew it is over.

I was doing everything possible not to lash out at her,
to scream, yell, and yes even strike her.

She looked at me and knew I was telling the truth. It
scared her a little. She quickly changed the subject
and mentioned that Nancy’s boys would be up within the
hour and would need breakfast.

I told her I’d take care of it, cereal isn’t that hard
to make.

Then she left for her appointment with her
Boss, Mr. Little.

She later told me about the meeting.

When she arrived at the office, everyone became very
quiet. Mr. Little asked her to step in his office.

They both sat down as Mr. Little began to speak.

“Marsha, we have a very delicate situation here. I have
to decide what is best for the agency.

Everyone who
works here signs a misconduct contract which states
that any employees acting in an un-business like manner
can be terminated. They do have a right to counsel and
a meeting with the dispute board. I was hoping that we
wouldn’t have to go that far. That much publicity would
hurt the agency win or lose. “

Marsha began to speak but Mr. Little cut her off…

“Please Marsha let me finish, this is very difficult
for all involved.

I will let you have your say after I
explain this to you. If you leave quietly, I am willing
to compromise. This incident will not go on your
record, so if you look for work elsewhere it would be
of great importance to you.

“We will also pay you for the two weeks vacation that
you have coming. You would have to sign a legal
agreement agreeing to the terms.

The document would be
put in your folder but not on your record. Do you have
any questions?”

“First, Mr. Little, I want to apologize for my actions
at this agency. I made a very big mistake and now I’m
paying for it. I will take your offer, and I thank you
for being discreet about the incident. However, I would
like to know about the agents involved.

Are they all to
lose their jobs also?”

“Well Marsha, each agent involved has been given a
choice. If he chooses to leave the agency, he will be
given the same choice as you, but if he decides to stay
this incident will become a permanent part of his
employment record for the next three years. After that
it will be expunged from their record. Of course if any
more misconduct is found they will be immediately

“Four of the agents have decided to stay with the
agency. Jim however, chose to leave saying it was all
your fault and wasn’t going to have it on his record.
Bob’s situation is different. As of right now he is on
medical leave. If he is prosecuted for any wrong doing
in this case involving his wife he will be dismissed.
There is no room in this agency for a man that beats
his wife and endangers his children.

If he isn’t
prosecuted he will have the same choice as the other
agents. “

“I am sorry to have to let you go. Your work here was
exemplary, but your misconduct couldn’t be tolerated.
Again, I’m very sorry to see you leave. Good luck to
you and I hope everything turns out all right for you. “

Marsha got up said her goodbye, cleaned out her desk
and left the office.

After she arrived home she explained everything that
happened at the office. Then she immediately became
“house mom”, her maternal instincts just took over. She
started cleaning up the breakfast mess and made sure
Nancy’s boys were taken care of. She was like a
different women. She talked with our sons and told them
she quit her job and would be there for them if they
needed her.

She was the Marsha that I loved for our
first 20 yrs.

I mentioned to Marsha that I was going over to the
hospital and see how Nancy was doing and then going
over to work for a few hours.

She just smiled and said, “OK, tell Nancy I’ll stop by
with the boys tomorrow so she can see them. The kids
are to young to go up to her room but we can meet in
the family lounge.

If she’s not feeling up to it tell
her to give me a call. “

I left to see Nancy still not knowing what my future
plans were. When I arrived at the hospital Nancy was
just laying in bed. She saw me and tried to smile but
said it hurt to much.

She had talked to the doctors, they told her that even
though her face was badly bruised it would heal within
a few weeks.

She was very lucky not to have had a
serious concussion or broken teeth. There was some
damage to her left eye but it should heal eventually.

She also had two cracked ribs which were going to take
awhile to heal. She would probably be in the hospital
for the better part of a week. But the ribs would take
at least a month to get back to normal.

After she was
released from the hospital she would have to still take
it easy for awhile.

Nancy had said that the police came back to talk to her
and the County Prosecutor would be in to talk to her
the first thing Monday morning. The police did not
charge her with any crime, they felt she was protecting
herself and her children.

Nancy had talked to the nurses to find out the latest
on Bob.

He had two bullets removed from his abdomen
area. He was in surgery for about three hours. He will
survived but his insides got badly torn up. He didn’t
deny what he did but said he was probably insane when
he did it.

Nancy asked me to contact a lawyer so she could start
divorce proceedings and get a restraining order against
Bob to keep him away from her and her children.

also wanted to thank me and Marsha for looking after
her kids, and to let Marsha know that she didn’t hold
any grudges against her. Nancy says that Marsha just
made a big mistake.

I mentioned to Nancy that I wish I could look at it
that way, but I could not.

On Saturday Marsha took Kyle and Robbie (Nancy’s kids)
to see their mother.

Nancy was put in a wheel chair and
brought into the family lounge to see her kids. Marsha
could tell that Nancy’s ribs were hurting but nothing
was going to keep her from seeing her kids, and they
were happy to see her also. They all visited for an
hour or so and then Nancy had to go back to her room.
Marsha took the kids over to McDonalds and let them
play for awhile.

Then, they all came back to the house.

Our sons were going to a football game and asked if I
was going? I told them “not tonight” that I had
something to discuss with their mom and wouldn’t be
able to make it. They asked if they could take Kyle
along so he could see a high school game, they were
kind of fond of the little guy.

I thought that would be
a good idea, so off they went to their game. We kept
Robbie, since he wasn’t even a year old. Marsha put him
in for a nap and we began our discussion.

Marsha spoke first, “Roger I’m so sorry, I made such a
big mistake and don’t know how I could possibly correct

Roger said, “You can begin by just telling me.


“It all began after my 40th birthday, maybe even a
little before. I didn’t feel needed anymore. The boys
were growing up and I was just getting older. The
compliments from you were getting less, like you didn’t
even notice me. “

“So you feel it’s my fault what you did?” replied

“No, not really, but it added to my depressed state. I
wanted to feel young again.

I wanted to feel love and
excitement like we did when we first met. “

“So you felt that cheating and having affairs with
strange men was the answer to your problems?”

“No, no Roger, I didn’t know what I wanted. I kept
watching you get excited reading the stories and
thought you might want to try living out a fantasy or
two. That it might put something new into our marriage.

Maybe a spark of some type. “

“So your saying you thought I might want to swap wives,
or have group sex, or even be cuckolded?”

“I didn’t know what to think Roger, all I knew is
whenever you read the erotic stories you got hot. I
wanted to share in those feeling, whatever they were. “

“Let’s use an example here Marsha, since you already
fucked Bob.

Are you saying if I would have fucked Nancy
that our marriage would be much better? What if I
fucked Jim’s wife or Aaron’s wife, you believe we would
have a much stronger marriage? If we agreed to both
fuck with a lot of different people you believe we
would have an improved marriage? Is this what you’re
telling me? You want me to fuck other women so you can
fuck other men and improve our marriage?”

“God NO Roger! It would ruin our marriage, I can’t
believe what I was thinking.

Why do people believe that
would improve their marriage? What have I done?”

“Well Marsha, lets go one step further. You did exactly
that, only without me or my permission. You cheated on
me with at least six men that I know of. You played me
for six months, thinking I had a caring wife.

“Instead you were a slut and whore for anyone who
wanted it.

You fucked and sucked anyone who asked. You
cuckolded me, and made a game of it. I’ll tell you what
you’ve done Marsha, ‘you’ve ruined our marriage, you’ve
ended it. ‘ Now you want me to forgive and forget. I
can’t do that Marsha, my mind and heart won’t let me. “

Marsha started crying and went into her bedroom.

I just sat there in the chair wondering, What’s Next?

Chapter 5

We made it through the weekend and now it was decision

I called work and told them I would be out for a
couple of days. The nice thing about middle management
is no one really questions me about what I’m doing. I
also have my home office so my work is always done on

I contacted a lawyer who was known to be the best with
divorce cases. I also wanted a female lawyer for both
my case and Nancy’s.

Sally Hawk, was her name. Smart,
intelligent, good looking, articulate and a definite
winner when it came to divorce cases, she knew the law.
She was considered the best in her field.

After introducing myself I explained that I had two
cases for her. I started with Nancy’s situation and
explained everything that happened to her up to that

Sally said she would be over to see Nancy that
afternoon and if what I said was true, there would be
no problems with the divorce for Nancy.

She would
probably get everything except the cost for an attorney
if his case went to trial.

I then told Sally about my situation.

She looked at me and said, “I could get everything, the
house, kids, I could pretty much name my price. ” What
did I have in mind?

After I told her she looked at me and said, “Are you
sure about this? You must have really loved this woman
to let her off so easy?”

I told her I loved her, and still do, but just couldn’t
live with her knowing what she did to me.

Sally then stated that she would get to work on the
paper work and for me to stop in for the documents at
the end of the week.

I thanked her and then headed over to see Nancy to let
her know the latest. When I got to the hospital Nancy
was looking much better. Her bruising was starting to
yellow, and she was able to stand, even though in pain.

I told her about Sally Hawk (the lawyer) and explained
that she would be in to see here. I gave her a quick
rundown on the conversation I had about her case with
Sally. She began to thank me and grabbed my left hand
in both of hers. She brought it up to her mouth and
kissed it, saying ‘Thank you,’ with a tear in her eyes.

She then asked me about my situation, but I told her I
didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t press me about
it at all. That’s just the kind of person she was. Why
any man would beat a woman like this instead of make
love to her is beyond me. She just seemed special to

Nancy did say that the County Prosecutor was in and is
filing charges against Bob.

Assault and Battery, and
child endangerment, he figures Bobs attorney would try
and plea bargain it out but he would still do time. Bob
won’t be released from the hospital for a couple of
weeks, then will be released to his parent’s custody
after posting bound. His parent live in a nearby city,
away from us, The court case won’t be up for at least 3

That was probably the only good news I heard that day
as I headed home. When I got home I told Marsha that I
was ready to talk. She asked our sons if they would
take Kyle and Robbie to the park for about an hour,
that we needed to talk. The boys knew we had a problem
but had no idea what was about to happen.

They took
Robbie in his stroller, and Kyle walked along.

Marsha looked at me when they left, she was already

I said, “Marsha, I gave this as much thought as I
could. I can’t live with you any longer, my heart
burns, because of what you did to me. I know of no way
to forgive you. I wish I could, but I’m human and not

I talked to a lawyer today and will explain what
we talked about. “

“We have had a lot of good years together. I can’t just
throw you out and give you nothing. There’s times I
feel like it, just throw your ass out, and say take
that slut! Go whore yourself and make a living. I’m
just not made like that Marsha. ”

Here is what I propose:

“For now I am getting a separation agreement.

You can
live here with our sons. They need a home and a mother,
even though you feel you don’t get the attention you
want. I am getting an apartment near by so the boys can
see me whenever they want, and we can still attend the
sporting events together. I will pay a fair child
support for the boys, and even an alimony payment so
you will be able to survive.

“If either of us decide to divorce, all our marital
assets will be divided 50-50. You can live in the house
till our youngest son reaches eighteen and then the
house will be sold and the equity will also be divided
50-50. Do you have any problem with this agreement?”

Marsha was crying and said, “Only that you won’t be
here. I really do love you Roger, I didn’t realize what
I had till I lost it.

I really fucked up good. Do you
plan on divorcing me Roger?”

“I need time Marsha, I need lots of time. This isn’t
just a story about a cheating wife. It’s about real
people in a real world. I don’t know what the future
will bring, but I’ll have to deal with it. I leaving it
up to you to tell our sons about our breakup. I’ll go
along with whatever you say.

Don’t tell them about the
affairs, no boy wants to think about their mother that
way. “

“I will start moving my stuff out this weekend, I
really don’t need much,” with that said I went out to
hunt for an apartment.

I found a condo just a couple of blocks from where we
now live. It would be in walking distance for the boys
if they wanted to visit.

After paying my deposit and
looking at the apartment I could feel my heart began to
ache. All I could say was damn her, damn her, damn her.
Reality was beginning to really set in, and reality

On Tuesday morning Marsha asked if I would be around
that evening. She wanted to go see Nancy who would be
getting out of the hospital on Thursday and needed to
talk over a few issues concerning the boys.

She would
only be a couple of hours and wanted to get there by

I just said, “That would be fine, no plans here. I’ll
probably just start packing. “

Marsha could see reality was setting in also. She
explained to the boys that we were going through some
major disagreements and that I would be moving into a
condo just a couple blocks away.

I would always be
available to them.

They asked her if we were getting a divorce and she
just replied, “She didn’t know yet. “

As Marsha was getting dressed to go see Nancy I decided
to go in my office and maybe pack up a few things. Then
I remembered, I never undid the telephone bug. I just
decided to play it and listen to the messages.

started with the one from Bob, then the one from Mr.
Little. I decided to just listen to whatever was on the
tape while I was packing a few things.

There was a number of everyday calls that we all get.
Then I was listening to a call between Marsha and
Nancy. They were talking about the boys and how
everything was going when Marsha asked Nancy if she
could ask her a personal question.

Nancy said, “Of course, after everything you’ve done
for me and my boys I have no problem talking with you. “

“Please answer truthfully, have you ever slept with

There was silence on the phone, then I heard Nancy
answer, “I have never done anything inappropriate with
Roger. I want to be honest with you, so I will tell you
that I have very strong feelings for him.

He is the
nicest, kindest man that I have ever met. I just can’t
understand why you did, what you did, I’m just trying
to be honest with you. I’m sorry to have said that, but
you asked for the truth. “

Marsha thanked her for her honesty and changed to some
more small talk and then hung up.

I was about ready to stop the messages when another one
came on.

The voice said, “Hi Marsha, guess who?”

I heard Marsha with in intake of breath and say “Jim,
why are you calling here, it’s over, all the affairs
are over. I’m trying to save my marriage and here you
are calling me. “

Jim replied with, “It will never be over Marsha, you
know Roger isn’t going to stay with a slut wife, and
you’re going to need some fucking and loving.

“Please Jim, don’t call here again, it’s over between
us. “

“Marsha, Marsha, Marsha, you need cock, you need a man
to tell you how good you are, how desirable you are. No
strings attached, we’ll just suck and fuck when we
want. You won’t have to hide it anymore. There’s no
more Bob in the picture anymore either, just you and
me. “

Marsha said, “Please Jim don’t talk like that to me.

made a big mistake and now I’m trying to correct it. “

I figure you haven’t gotten any in awhile so I’ll be at
the Nighty Night motel on Route 2, I’ll be in Room #9.
Come by around six o’clock. I have the room rented for
a couple of hours. I’ll take the edge off your nerves.
See you then, and then he hung up.

I turned off the machine and sat there in total

What was I thinking, believing that she was
trying to turn things around. Asking me to watch the
kids so she could go see Nancy. All she wanted was a
baby sitter while she went to fuck the son of a bitch.
I will have to contact Sally tomorrow and make new

Marsha was ready to leave around 5:30 and said she
would only be a couple of hours.

She had on a nice
skirt and blouse, she looked good but not overly sexy.
The first thing that entered my mind was if she was
wearing underwear, one of the things I remembered from
the stories I read.. I tried to be calm but the rage
was building. I had to confront her and her lover.

I waited a few minutes after she left and then told the
boys I had some urgent business to take care of.

wouldn’t be an hour. I reminded them to care of Kyle
and Robbie.

I went into my office and reached into my bottom
drawer. I kept a pair of brass knuckles that my dad had
given me years ago. Just kind of a keepsake, never
thought I would use them. I left the house at 6:00
giving Marsha plenty of time to hang herself.

I arrived at the motel at 6:10.

Room #9 was at the end.
This was just a dumpy motel where rooms could be rented
by the hour. I saw one car parked in front of the room,
Marsha must have parked around back, still using the
information she got from me reading those damn stories.

I took a pair of gloves out of the glove compartment,
put on the brass knucks and went up to the door.

All I
heard was the television, so I tapped lightly on the

I heard a voice inside say it was about time and as he
went to open the door, I kick it in at the same time.

The door flew open and smashed Jim in the face breaking
his nose. I knocked him down and hit him twice with the
knuckles, at the same time yelling, “Where’s my wife
you Mother Fucker, Where is she?”

He said, “She never showed up, honest, she’s not here.

He had deep cuts above his eyes and on his forehead.
They would require stitches, he looked like he fought a
round or two with Mike Tyson.

I grabbed him by the shirt and told him if he ever did
as much as talk to Marsha again that I would be back
and kill him. He better get a story ready for the
police also, if they came looking for me that I would
make sure I finished the job before being arrested.

I then went back home, I wasn’t gone much more than a
half hour. I ordered Pizza in for the boys and then
went back to my home office.

Where was Marsha? Was she telling me the truth? I
turned the tape back on and listened to Jim’s message
again, only this time I let it keep running, after Jim
hung up.

I heard Marsha say, “Oh my God, what am I going to do?”

Then I heard her dialing and then I heard, General
Hospital, “How may I help you?”

“Room 204 Please.

Then I heard Nancy’s voice saying, “Hello. “

“Nancy it’s me, Marsha, I have a problem. “

She went on to explain what happened and that she
didn’t know what to do. Nancy said, “You’re considering
going to see him, aren’t you?”

“My God No! Never! I just don’t know what to say to
Roger? I’m just so mixed up and nervous. Should I tell
him about the call, I don’t know how he will react?
What should I do Nancy? What should I do?”

“There’s only one thing you can do,” replied Nancy.

“Tell him the truth, whatever you do, don’t lie to him.
He’s to good of a man to be lied too. Why don’t you
come by here tonight and we can discuss it further. I’m
sure it will turn out alright. Just please, don’t hurt
Roger anymore,” replied Nancy.

That was the end of the tape, no more messages, so
Marsha really did go to see Nancy.

I guess I’ll just
have to wait and see what she tells me.

Chapter 6

Marsha came in about 7:30 and said, “The weirdest thing
happened at the hospital. While I was visiting with
Nancy, I went down the hall to get us a soda. The
machines were near the emergency door. While I was
standing there, they brought a Gurney in.

“You’re not going to believe this but Jim from the
agency was on it.

He was beat up pretty badly, he had
to have 18 stitches on his forehead and 6 above his
eye. He also had a broken nose. He looked worse then
Nancy when she was brought in. He said he was jumped by
two men while entering his motel room. They took his
watch, and wallet. He told the police he didn’t get a
good look at the assailants.

He will have to spend the
one night in the hospital. “

“The reason I’m telling you this Roger is because I
don’t want anymore secrets between us, even though we
won’t be together. I promised myself that I would never
lie to you again. I know it’s to late but I’m still
going to keep that promise. “

“Jim called me earlier today, and wanted me to get with
him tonight.

I told him I wanted nothing more to do
with him. He wanted me to meet him at a motel, but
before I could tell him I wasn’t interested, he hung
up. Could you imagine what would have happened if I
would have been there? Even if it was just to tell him
to stay away from me? It might have been me on that
Gurney. I just thought you should know, even if it
doesn’t make a difference between us.

I thanked her for telling me, I would have hated to
here it from someone else.

On Thursday Nancy was released from the hospital.
Marsha picked her up and took her and the kids home.
She stayed for awhile and helped her get adjusted. She
promised to stop by every day to help out until she was
well enough to do it herself. The two of them had
become good friends.

I was moving my stuff to my new apartment, it looked
nice. It had two bedrooms in case of company. I had a
nice family room where I also kept my computer. It
didn’t have a woman’s touch but I was happy with it. My
only problem was that I was lonely.

I stopped by on Friday to see Nancy. She said she was
coming along fine but was worried about her future.

was pretty sure Bob would be locked up for awhile and
they would run out of finances. She needed a job.

I asked her what type she was interested in.

She said she had a degree in business administration,
but stopped working after she and Bob had gotten

I told her she shouldn’t have any problem finding work.
I’ll do what I can to help her out.

She gave me a big
hug, it felt like more then just a friendly hug, but
maybe I was reading to much into it.

I looked at my watch and found out it wasn’t 6:00 yet
so I went over to talk to Mr. Little, Marsha’s old
boss. When I walked in, Mabel, the receptionist looked
stunned. I said there’s no problem Mabel, but I would
like to speak to Mr.

Little. She looked relieved as she
paged him. When he came up to me I held out my hand, he
shook it and asked me to step in his office.

“What can I do for you Roger?” Mr. Little asked.

“Have you filled Marsha’s position?” I asked.

Mr. Little looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Roger but
we can’t re-hire Mar… “

I stopped him from continuing.

“Mr. Little, this isn’t
for Marsha, it’s for some one else. “

“Who is it for?” asked Mr. Little.

I replied, “It’s for Nancy, Bob’s soon to be ex wife.
Please hear me out Mr. Little. Bob will more then
likely go to prison. Nancy has two children to support.
She has a degree in ‘Business Administration,’ she’s
smart, intelligent, very personable, and wonderful with

“Who will watch her kids if she were to get the
position?” replied Mr. Little.

“She has a very trustworthy women who will take great
care of her kids, so she won’t miss work due to family
situation. Please at least give her an interview. “

Mr. Little replied, “I won’t make you any promises
Roger, but I will grant her an interview, it seems we
owe her that much.

I thanked Mr. Little, said goodbye to Mabel, and headed
back to my apartment.

What If? Conclusion:

Well, it’s been four months since this all took place.

Nancy did get the position that Marsha vacated. I got a
personal call from Mr. Little saying what a wonderful
asset Nancy has become to the agency. She is even
taking the license exam to become an in office agent.

That’s an agent that doesn’t leave the office but can
do all necessary legal documentation saving time and

I stop by Nancy’s place regularly. She is just a really
good friend. Whenever I take my sons to a game, Kyle
always comes along. One day Kyle looked at me and said,
“I wish you were my dad too. ”

I smiled back at him and said, “Would you settle for me
being Uncle Roger, an uncle that will treat you like a

He smiled back at me and gave me a big hug.

Bob is now doing time and should be out of commission
for a number of years. Jim has left the state, guess
he’s afraid he might run into Marsha which could cost
him dearly.

I still talk to Marsha regularly. As far as I know, she
doesn’t date. She always treats me with respect, and
apologizes for the lack of self control she used during
those horrible months.

She still hopes that maybe we
will get back together.

For me, life just goes on. I work, visit my two
families (yes Nancy is like my family too). At night
I’m back on the computer, where it all started,
“reading erotica. “

It’s like a bad habit, like a d**g, I just have a hard
time stopping. I read story after story about all these
happy people having sex with multiple partners.

Men who
share their wives, having group sex, swapping, and now
even married people having gay experiences. I don’t
know where it will all end. For me the fantasies should
stay fantasies. The unknown consequences are too great
a price to pay. I always wonder, “WHAT IF? I HAD NEVER

There is no next chapter. I haven’t lived it yet.

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