19-04-2019, 10:23 PM
FIDELITY
5th PART
I called Delta Airlines to check there schedule of flights from Chicago to Atlanta and from that was able to figure out that it was unlikely that Wendy would be able to get a flight back to Atlanta until the following morning, assuming that she would come home at all. That gave me at least until noon the next day to figure out what I was going to do.
I was having a great deal of difficulty thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I went into the study to write a “Go to hell you cheating fucking slut whore’ letter to Wendy. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up I decided I would write a nasty note telling Wendy how I felt about what she had done, then I would leave the note with the pictures on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home. When the computer was ready I downloaded the pictures from my camera and printed them. The first ten pictures were from inside the church during the wedding ceremony. As I looked at these pictures coming out of the printer it struck me that I had taken these pictures less than twelve hours earlier but now it seemed like wedding took place years ago.
The last five pictures were the ones I took of Wendy bouncing up and down on that dickhead’s cock. The odd thing was that looking at the pictures you couldn’t tell what Wendy and Dave were up too. The way Wendy’s dress was spread over them it looked like she was just sitting on him. The only evidence of what they were really doing in the pictures was in my head. In fact if I hadn’t seen Wendy guide Dave’s cock into her pussy I wouldn’t have know what was going on in these pictures. I had to put the pictures aside; they were just too painful to look at anymore.
I sat at the computer for ten minutes and couldn’t think of anyway to put in words what I was feeling so I gave up and checked my e-mail instead. There were only three notes and only one of interest. That one was from Jason Kane asking me to call him on Sunday when I got home from Chicago.
As I closed my mailbox it occurred to me that I should look at Wendy’s mailbox. I had her password because I used to check her e-mail for her but I hadn’t done that for a couple of years.
When I attempted to login the password I had didn’t work. I realized Wendy must have changed her password, but why? Was she trying to keep me from reading her mail? That made me more curious. I looked all over the desk for anywhere she might have written her password without success. Then I opened her briefcase and started searching through the contents. I found her address book and started looking through it. Under ‘D’ I found Dave Dickson. The entry had his address, phone number, and an e-mail address. In the ‘P’ section of the book I found a list of about fifteen eight-character groups that appeared to be passwords.
I started trying the passwords on Wendy’s e-mail account and the seventh one worked. When her mailbox opened I looked in her incoming mail. There was one note from an id named Dicky and it was dated the week before. I opened that note. The heading said From David A. Dickson. The body of the note simply read, “Can’t wait to see you on Friday. Love, Dave.”
Then I went to Wendy’s mail folders and found one named Dicky. When I opened it there were many notes either address to or from Dave’s e-mail address. I started with the oldest note, which was dated last year around the time Wendy returned from her class reunion. It read, “Wendy, How’d things go when you got home? Was your husband at all suspicious? I hope you enjoyed our times together as much as I did. Love, Dave.”
That next note was Wendy’s response. Her note read, “ I didn’t give Jim a chance to be suspicious. Remember the night I called him and he said he was busy and would have to call me back? I started questioning him about what he was doing that night as thought I was suspicious of him. That put him on the defensive. I don’t think he suspects anything. And yes, it was great being with you last week. If I had know it would feel so good to have you inside me I would have let you get in my pants back in high college. W.”
Dave’s next note read, “Reading your note made me think about last Sunday night. When we were parked in the high college parking lot and you sucked my cock and let me cum in your mouth, that was one of the most erotic things that ever happened to me. I had to jerk off while I thought about how wonderful your mouth felt on my cock. You are right. You should have let me have your cherry in high college. Write back soon. Love, Dave.”
Another note from Dave read, “I can’t stand the idea that I don’t have you here to suck my cock for me. You do it so well. I also miss the smell and taste of your pussy. How about mailing me the panties you’re wearing right now. I want to be able to smell your scent in them. Love, Dave
Wendy’s response, “After I read your last note I played with myself until I had an orgasm. Then I soaked up my sex juices with the crotch of my panties, sealed them in a plastic bag and mailed them to you this morning. I hope you enjoy them. W.”
Somehow these notes, while making me angry and upset were also getting me aroused.
I couldn’t believe that Wendy was writing so graphically about sex and that she would actually send Dave her panties. This was very disturbing but also very erotic.
Dave’s next note read, “Got your panties in the mail today. Thanks to the plastic bag the panties were still damp. I held them up to my face while I jerked off. Thank you for sending them to me. Love, Dave.”
The next several notes were more conversational. After going through several notes that had nothing of interest in them I found one from Dave that read, “It’s been three months since we were together and I miss you. I had to jerk off while thinking about pounding my cock into your pussy. Do you still think about having sex with me and how do you handle it? I love you, Dave.”
Wendy responded, “I often think about having you inside me and when I get aroused I have sex with Jim. I think about you quite often so my sex life with Jim is better than it’s been in years. W.”
Dave wrote, “Ouch, that hurts. I have nothing but my memories of you and my hand for relief and you tell me that when you think of me, you fuck your husband. Actually the thought of that makes me horny. When you fuck him do you pretend it’s me you’re fucking? Do you pretend that it’s my big cock that is giving you pleasure instead of Jim’s little pecker? Please tell me more. Your lover, Dave.”
Wendy wrote back, “Dave, Having sex with you is great, but so is having sex with my husband. Thinking of the sex we had together makes me horny which makes me want sex more often than before but it’s Jim that’s inside me and I think only about him when I am having sex with him. And to be honest, Jim’s cock is just slightly bigger than yours. You have to remember this thing between us is only sex. I love my husband. W.”
Dave wrote back, “Why are you so cruel to me? All I want to do is love you and make love to you. Always, Dave.”
It puzzled me that while Dave kept hinting that he was in love with Wendy but she never indicated that she was in love with him. The things she said to him didn’t seem to be the type of thing you expect a woman to say to her lover.
After that last e-mail, the notes became less frequent and the sexual content lessened. That is until Dave wrote, “Great news Wendy. My sister is getting married this summer and I talked her into asking you to be in the wedding. If you can get your husband to stay home again this trip we can have some fun. Love, Dave”
Wendy’s response said, “That’ll be great. We should be able to find some time to be alone together. But, I will have to tell Jim that I want him to come and hope that something comes up to keep him from coming with me. I can’t let him think that I don’t want him with me. That would surely make him suspicious. W.”
Dave’s next note read, “The reception will be at our house. We’ll slip away when your husband isn’t looking and go back to my bedroom. He’d never find us there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your hot pussy again. I’m getting a hard on just writing this note. Love you, Dave.”
In the rest of the notes Wendy and Dave talked about how they were going to sneak around behind my back and have sex. In one of his notes Dave said, “During the reception I want to take you back to my room and fill your pussy with my hot cum. Then when you go back to your hotel I want you to get your husband to go down on your pussy and suck your creamy pie clean. Do you think you could do that? Love, Dave”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
5th PART
I called Delta Airlines to check there schedule of flights from Chicago to Atlanta and from that was able to figure out that it was unlikely that Wendy would be able to get a flight back to Atlanta until the following morning, assuming that she would come home at all. That gave me at least until noon the next day to figure out what I was going to do.
I was having a great deal of difficulty thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I went into the study to write a “Go to hell you cheating fucking slut whore’ letter to Wendy. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up I decided I would write a nasty note telling Wendy how I felt about what she had done, then I would leave the note with the pictures on the kitchen table for her to find when she got home. When the computer was ready I downloaded the pictures from my camera and printed them. The first ten pictures were from inside the church during the wedding ceremony. As I looked at these pictures coming out of the printer it struck me that I had taken these pictures less than twelve hours earlier but now it seemed like wedding took place years ago.
The last five pictures were the ones I took of Wendy bouncing up and down on that dickhead’s cock. The odd thing was that looking at the pictures you couldn’t tell what Wendy and Dave were up too. The way Wendy’s dress was spread over them it looked like she was just sitting on him. The only evidence of what they were really doing in the pictures was in my head. In fact if I hadn’t seen Wendy guide Dave’s cock into her pussy I wouldn’t have know what was going on in these pictures. I had to put the pictures aside; they were just too painful to look at anymore.
I sat at the computer for ten minutes and couldn’t think of anyway to put in words what I was feeling so I gave up and checked my e-mail instead. There were only three notes and only one of interest. That one was from Jason Kane asking me to call him on Sunday when I got home from Chicago.
As I closed my mailbox it occurred to me that I should look at Wendy’s mailbox. I had her password because I used to check her e-mail for her but I hadn’t done that for a couple of years.
When I attempted to login the password I had didn’t work. I realized Wendy must have changed her password, but why? Was she trying to keep me from reading her mail? That made me more curious. I looked all over the desk for anywhere she might have written her password without success. Then I opened her briefcase and started searching through the contents. I found her address book and started looking through it. Under ‘D’ I found Dave Dickson. The entry had his address, phone number, and an e-mail address. In the ‘P’ section of the book I found a list of about fifteen eight-character groups that appeared to be passwords.
I started trying the passwords on Wendy’s e-mail account and the seventh one worked. When her mailbox opened I looked in her incoming mail. There was one note from an id named Dicky and it was dated the week before. I opened that note. The heading said From David A. Dickson. The body of the note simply read, “Can’t wait to see you on Friday. Love, Dave.”
Then I went to Wendy’s mail folders and found one named Dicky. When I opened it there were many notes either address to or from Dave’s e-mail address. I started with the oldest note, which was dated last year around the time Wendy returned from her class reunion. It read, “Wendy, How’d things go when you got home? Was your husband at all suspicious? I hope you enjoyed our times together as much as I did. Love, Dave.”
That next note was Wendy’s response. Her note read, “ I didn’t give Jim a chance to be suspicious. Remember the night I called him and he said he was busy and would have to call me back? I started questioning him about what he was doing that night as thought I was suspicious of him. That put him on the defensive. I don’t think he suspects anything. And yes, it was great being with you last week. If I had know it would feel so good to have you inside me I would have let you get in my pants back in high college. W.”
Dave’s next note read, “Reading your note made me think about last Sunday night. When we were parked in the high college parking lot and you sucked my cock and let me cum in your mouth, that was one of the most erotic things that ever happened to me. I had to jerk off while I thought about how wonderful your mouth felt on my cock. You are right. You should have let me have your cherry in high college. Write back soon. Love, Dave.”
Another note from Dave read, “I can’t stand the idea that I don’t have you here to suck my cock for me. You do it so well. I also miss the smell and taste of your pussy. How about mailing me the panties you’re wearing right now. I want to be able to smell your scent in them. Love, Dave
Wendy’s response, “After I read your last note I played with myself until I had an orgasm. Then I soaked up my sex juices with the crotch of my panties, sealed them in a plastic bag and mailed them to you this morning. I hope you enjoy them. W.”
Somehow these notes, while making me angry and upset were also getting me aroused.
I couldn’t believe that Wendy was writing so graphically about sex and that she would actually send Dave her panties. This was very disturbing but also very erotic.
Dave’s next note read, “Got your panties in the mail today. Thanks to the plastic bag the panties were still damp. I held them up to my face while I jerked off. Thank you for sending them to me. Love, Dave.”
The next several notes were more conversational. After going through several notes that had nothing of interest in them I found one from Dave that read, “It’s been three months since we were together and I miss you. I had to jerk off while thinking about pounding my cock into your pussy. Do you still think about having sex with me and how do you handle it? I love you, Dave.”
Wendy responded, “I often think about having you inside me and when I get aroused I have sex with Jim. I think about you quite often so my sex life with Jim is better than it’s been in years. W.”
Dave wrote, “Ouch, that hurts. I have nothing but my memories of you and my hand for relief and you tell me that when you think of me, you fuck your husband. Actually the thought of that makes me horny. When you fuck him do you pretend it’s me you’re fucking? Do you pretend that it’s my big cock that is giving you pleasure instead of Jim’s little pecker? Please tell me more. Your lover, Dave.”
Wendy wrote back, “Dave, Having sex with you is great, but so is having sex with my husband. Thinking of the sex we had together makes me horny which makes me want sex more often than before but it’s Jim that’s inside me and I think only about him when I am having sex with him. And to be honest, Jim’s cock is just slightly bigger than yours. You have to remember this thing between us is only sex. I love my husband. W.”
Dave wrote back, “Why are you so cruel to me? All I want to do is love you and make love to you. Always, Dave.”
It puzzled me that while Dave kept hinting that he was in love with Wendy but she never indicated that she was in love with him. The things she said to him didn’t seem to be the type of thing you expect a woman to say to her lover.
After that last e-mail, the notes became less frequent and the sexual content lessened. That is until Dave wrote, “Great news Wendy. My sister is getting married this summer and I talked her into asking you to be in the wedding. If you can get your husband to stay home again this trip we can have some fun. Love, Dave”
Wendy’s response said, “That’ll be great. We should be able to find some time to be alone together. But, I will have to tell Jim that I want him to come and hope that something comes up to keep him from coming with me. I can’t let him think that I don’t want him with me. That would surely make him suspicious. W.”
Dave’s next note read, “The reception will be at our house. We’ll slip away when your husband isn’t looking and go back to my bedroom. He’d never find us there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your hot pussy again. I’m getting a hard on just writing this note. Love you, Dave.”
In the rest of the notes Wendy and Dave talked about how they were going to sneak around behind my back and have sex. In one of his notes Dave said, “During the reception I want to take you back to my room and fill your pussy with my hot cum. Then when you go back to your hotel I want you to get your husband to go down on your pussy and suck your creamy pie clean. Do you think you could do that? Love, Dave”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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