19-04-2019, 10:24 PM
FIDELITY
7th PART
At first I though about ignoring her but then my curiosity got the better of me and I let her in.
As she entered the room she said, “We have to talk.”
I wondered if I would get the truth from her this time. I said, “Okay, you go first.”
“When you left you said that you thought that I might have cheated on you.”
“No. I accused you of fucking that asshole Dave in Chicago.”
“Where did you ever get an idea like that?”
“Well, didn’t you fuck him?” After her last statement I knew that she came her to lie to me but I wasn’t angry about it. I found myself excited by her lies. Right then I wanted her to lie to me. The more lies she told the more painful it would be for her when she found out I had seen her fucking Dave.
“No. I didn’t have sex with him and please stop talking to me that way.”
I was half tempted to show her the pictures of her on top of Dave at the wedding and to show here the print out of all of those notes she and Dave had sent to each other but I let her continue to tell her lies. I made up a lie of my own based on some truth. I said, “When I left the reception to get my camera I drove a few blocks and suddenly remembered that the camera was in the trunk. So I got the camera and returned to the Dickson’s house. When I couldn’t find you I asked another guest if she had seen you. She said that that she saw you go off with Dave. When I said ‘Oh you mean the bride’s brother,’ she said ‘Yes he’s the brother but he’s also Wendy’s boyfriend.’ The woman didn’t know who I was and she was a little drunk and obviously didn’t think about what she was saying.
“I looked all over the house and grounds and I saw every other member of the bridal party outside having their pictures taken but I didn’t see you or Dave. Where were you?”
There seemed to be relief in Wendy’s face. She said, “Dave was my boyfriend in high college. We split up when I left college. The night of the wedding rehearsal was the first time I’d seen him since high college.”
“You didn’t see him last year at you reunion?”
“He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in my graduating class he graduated a year before me.”
“So where did you go with him during the reception?”
“We just went for a walk and talked about old times. Nothing more. I can’t believe that you don’t trust me after all this time.”
Wendy’s act of being upset that I didn’t trust her wasn’t very convincing. I said, “Will you swear to me that you didn’t fuck him?”
“I asked you not to talk to me that way.”
“Well, did you?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
I played along with her lie. “If I was wrong I am very sorry. It’s just that… Well, I just don’t know what to think.”
Wendy came over to me and said, “Then think about this.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “I love you and I would never betray you. I’m sorry that I disappeared at the reception and made you worry but I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”
My reaction to her kiss surprised me. It had caused me to get an erection. I was determined to play things out Wendy’s way and wait for the right moment to get my revenge. At that moment the only thing I wanted to get was inside Wendy’s pants. I kissed Wendy and as our passion built we fell onto the bed. I pulled Wendy’s pants off and buried my face in her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was relieved to find that her pussy wasn’t full of Dave’s semen. I put Dave out of my mind and brought Wendy to orgasm with my mouth. Then I rolled onto my back and asked Wendy to sit on my cock. I had never asked her to do that before but I wanted to see if she would make the connection with the way she fucked Dave at the reception. She didn’t react at all. She just climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole and began to bounce up and down on my shaft.
After I climaxed we made love again but much more slowly then we went to sleep.
Wendy stayed the weekend with me and left for home Monday morning thinking that everything was all right between us. She thought that I had completely accepted all of her lies as being the truth. When I dropped her at the airport I told her I would come home the following weekend for three days then return to Phoenix for another three weeks. Wendy said that maybe she could come back and stay another weekend with me.
HOME AGAIN
By the time I returned home in October Wendy’s infidelity seemed like a distant memory. Everything appeared to be back to normal between us. Wendy was the loving caring wife she had always seemed to be. She was so good to me that sometimes it was nearly impossible for me to believe that she had really cheated on me and I found that I still loved her but I hadn’t forgiven her. Wendy was the perfect wife, except for the fact that she also was a lying, cheating whore. But her day was coming.
It was only a short time after I got home that the e-mails started between Dave and Wendy again. There was no mention of them getting together but Dave’s notes seemed to carry an undertone of hope that they would. In every one of his notes he asked, “How are you and Jim getting along? Does he really believe you? Are you sure he still loves you? Are you sure you still love him?”
To Wendy’s credit she wrote that she was sure that she loved me and that everything was going to work out. I had the impression that Dave didn’t want things to work out. From my reading of his notes it appeared that he was in love with Wendy. She had to see that too, but she never gave any indication that she was in love with him.
Our sexual passion was as strong as ever. I really believe that Wendy loved me and that was why she was so loving and passionate in bed, for me it was just great sex. I didn’t allow myself to let love cloud my judgment.
In October during one of our staff meetings at the office, Jason asked who was available to go to Chicago to meet with a customer on Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. He said, “If you’re available stop by my office after lunch and I’ll give you the particulars.”
After the meeting I went back to my office and thought about the possibilities a trip to Chicago would give me. First I could invite Wendy to go with me. If she said she wanted to go with me I could gauge the level of excitement and see if she contacted Dave to tell him she was coming. I could tell Wendy that the meeting was Monday through Thursday. That would give me Monday and Thursday to try and learn some things about Dave and to spy on Wendy to see if she gets together with him.
Once I made my decision I went directly to Jason’s office and asked if he was still looking for someone to go to Chicago. He said, “Can you go?”
I said, “Yes, but I’ll need to take some vacation time while I’m there.”
Jason said, “That’s not a problem. I appreciate your covering this meeting for me so take a couple of extra days while you’re there.”
That evening at dinner I told Wendy that I had to go to Chicago for a meeting. I could see that interested her. She asked when I had to go and for how long. I said, “I have to fly up Sunday and return on Friday” Then as if it was an after thought I asked, “If you can get away would you like to go with me?”
She said, “I don’t know if I can get the time off from work on such short notice but if you would like me to come with you I can try.”
She played that very well. “If you would like me to come with you.” I said, “See if you can get the time off.”
Wendy called me at work the next morning and said, “I got next week off, isn’t that great?”
“That wonderful. You’ll have to find something to do during the days but we can have some fun at night.”
In the back of my mind I was thinking that when we got to Chicago I could dig up some information on Dave that I could use to get revenge on him while at the same time I would do everything I could to frustrate Wendy and Dave’s plans of getting together and having sex. All I had to do is make sure that Wendy didn’t get to spend enough time alone with Dave for them to do anything.
Later that day I opened Wendy’s e-mail and read the note she had already sent to Dave that morning. It read, “Dave, Jim is bringing me to Chicago with him on a business trip next week. He will be in meetings everyday so I’ll be at the hotel by myself. Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep from being bored? We arrive on Sunday and we’re staying at the Airport Hilton.”
Late in the afternoon I checked her e-mail again and found a note from Dave, which read, “Wendy, I am so glad you are coming to Chicago. I can think of many ways to keep you from getting bored while you husband is at work. Would you like to come out to the house? My Parents have gone down to their winter home in Florida so we could have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited I’m getting hard just thinking about being inside you again. Dave”
I didn’t get a chance top check Wendy’s e-mail again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
7th PART
At first I though about ignoring her but then my curiosity got the better of me and I let her in.
As she entered the room she said, “We have to talk.”
I wondered if I would get the truth from her this time. I said, “Okay, you go first.”
“When you left you said that you thought that I might have cheated on you.”
“No. I accused you of fucking that asshole Dave in Chicago.”
“Where did you ever get an idea like that?”
“Well, didn’t you fuck him?” After her last statement I knew that she came her to lie to me but I wasn’t angry about it. I found myself excited by her lies. Right then I wanted her to lie to me. The more lies she told the more painful it would be for her when she found out I had seen her fucking Dave.
“No. I didn’t have sex with him and please stop talking to me that way.”
I was half tempted to show her the pictures of her on top of Dave at the wedding and to show here the print out of all of those notes she and Dave had sent to each other but I let her continue to tell her lies. I made up a lie of my own based on some truth. I said, “When I left the reception to get my camera I drove a few blocks and suddenly remembered that the camera was in the trunk. So I got the camera and returned to the Dickson’s house. When I couldn’t find you I asked another guest if she had seen you. She said that that she saw you go off with Dave. When I said ‘Oh you mean the bride’s brother,’ she said ‘Yes he’s the brother but he’s also Wendy’s boyfriend.’ The woman didn’t know who I was and she was a little drunk and obviously didn’t think about what she was saying.
“I looked all over the house and grounds and I saw every other member of the bridal party outside having their pictures taken but I didn’t see you or Dave. Where were you?”
There seemed to be relief in Wendy’s face. She said, “Dave was my boyfriend in high college. We split up when I left college. The night of the wedding rehearsal was the first time I’d seen him since high college.”
“You didn’t see him last year at you reunion?”
“He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in my graduating class he graduated a year before me.”
“So where did you go with him during the reception?”
“We just went for a walk and talked about old times. Nothing more. I can’t believe that you don’t trust me after all this time.”
Wendy’s act of being upset that I didn’t trust her wasn’t very convincing. I said, “Will you swear to me that you didn’t fuck him?”
“I asked you not to talk to me that way.”
“Well, did you?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
I played along with her lie. “If I was wrong I am very sorry. It’s just that… Well, I just don’t know what to think.”
Wendy came over to me and said, “Then think about this.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. “I love you and I would never betray you. I’m sorry that I disappeared at the reception and made you worry but I didn’t know you would be back so soon.”
My reaction to her kiss surprised me. It had caused me to get an erection. I was determined to play things out Wendy’s way and wait for the right moment to get my revenge. At that moment the only thing I wanted to get was inside Wendy’s pants. I kissed Wendy and as our passion built we fell onto the bed. I pulled Wendy’s pants off and buried my face in her pussy and pushed my tongue inside her. I was relieved to find that her pussy wasn’t full of Dave’s semen. I put Dave out of my mind and brought Wendy to orgasm with my mouth. Then I rolled onto my back and asked Wendy to sit on my cock. I had never asked her to do that before but I wanted to see if she would make the connection with the way she fucked Dave at the reception. She didn’t react at all. She just climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her hole and began to bounce up and down on my shaft.
After I climaxed we made love again but much more slowly then we went to sleep.
Wendy stayed the weekend with me and left for home Monday morning thinking that everything was all right between us. She thought that I had completely accepted all of her lies as being the truth. When I dropped her at the airport I told her I would come home the following weekend for three days then return to Phoenix for another three weeks. Wendy said that maybe she could come back and stay another weekend with me.
HOME AGAIN
By the time I returned home in October Wendy’s infidelity seemed like a distant memory. Everything appeared to be back to normal between us. Wendy was the loving caring wife she had always seemed to be. She was so good to me that sometimes it was nearly impossible for me to believe that she had really cheated on me and I found that I still loved her but I hadn’t forgiven her. Wendy was the perfect wife, except for the fact that she also was a lying, cheating whore. But her day was coming.
It was only a short time after I got home that the e-mails started between Dave and Wendy again. There was no mention of them getting together but Dave’s notes seemed to carry an undertone of hope that they would. In every one of his notes he asked, “How are you and Jim getting along? Does he really believe you? Are you sure he still loves you? Are you sure you still love him?”
To Wendy’s credit she wrote that she was sure that she loved me and that everything was going to work out. I had the impression that Dave didn’t want things to work out. From my reading of his notes it appeared that he was in love with Wendy. She had to see that too, but she never gave any indication that she was in love with him.
Our sexual passion was as strong as ever. I really believe that Wendy loved me and that was why she was so loving and passionate in bed, for me it was just great sex. I didn’t allow myself to let love cloud my judgment.
In October during one of our staff meetings at the office, Jason asked who was available to go to Chicago to meet with a customer on Tuesday and Wednesday of the following week. He said, “If you’re available stop by my office after lunch and I’ll give you the particulars.”
After the meeting I went back to my office and thought about the possibilities a trip to Chicago would give me. First I could invite Wendy to go with me. If she said she wanted to go with me I could gauge the level of excitement and see if she contacted Dave to tell him she was coming. I could tell Wendy that the meeting was Monday through Thursday. That would give me Monday and Thursday to try and learn some things about Dave and to spy on Wendy to see if she gets together with him.
Once I made my decision I went directly to Jason’s office and asked if he was still looking for someone to go to Chicago. He said, “Can you go?”
I said, “Yes, but I’ll need to take some vacation time while I’m there.”
Jason said, “That’s not a problem. I appreciate your covering this meeting for me so take a couple of extra days while you’re there.”
That evening at dinner I told Wendy that I had to go to Chicago for a meeting. I could see that interested her. She asked when I had to go and for how long. I said, “I have to fly up Sunday and return on Friday” Then as if it was an after thought I asked, “If you can get away would you like to go with me?”
She said, “I don’t know if I can get the time off from work on such short notice but if you would like me to come with you I can try.”
She played that very well. “If you would like me to come with you.” I said, “See if you can get the time off.”
Wendy called me at work the next morning and said, “I got next week off, isn’t that great?”
“That wonderful. You’ll have to find something to do during the days but we can have some fun at night.”
In the back of my mind I was thinking that when we got to Chicago I could dig up some information on Dave that I could use to get revenge on him while at the same time I would do everything I could to frustrate Wendy and Dave’s plans of getting together and having sex. All I had to do is make sure that Wendy didn’t get to spend enough time alone with Dave for them to do anything.
Later that day I opened Wendy’s e-mail and read the note she had already sent to Dave that morning. It read, “Dave, Jim is bringing me to Chicago with him on a business trip next week. He will be in meetings everyday so I’ll be at the hotel by myself. Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep from being bored? We arrive on Sunday and we’re staying at the Airport Hilton.”
Late in the afternoon I checked her e-mail again and found a note from Dave, which read, “Wendy, I am so glad you are coming to Chicago. I can think of many ways to keep you from getting bored while you husband is at work. Would you like to come out to the house? My Parents have gone down to their winter home in Florida so we could have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited I’m getting hard just thinking about being inside you again. Dave”
I didn’t get a chance top check Wendy’s e-mail again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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