I should've seen it sooner. The odd glances and whispers at the office parties. The unexplained and sudden business trips. The stern disposition he affected when I visited him at his office. The disinterest in me, and the seeming boredom in our romantic life… Then again the boredom and disinterest had been there a lot longer than what brought this about. Perhaps what kept me in the dark so long was our unabated sex life. It was boring, I admit, but regularly (two or three times a week), Keith would climb on me missionary-style for a little five minute rut, business trips notwithstanding. This all changed when I found he had been cheating on me.
We were at an office party, and I had by then accepted the whispers and stares as my own self-consciousness. But midway through the party, a wife of one of Keith's coworker came over and told me in a hushed, confidential tone that perhaps I should see what Keith was up to. My search for him found me peaking through a cracked bedroom door behind, which Keith was showing our five minute love-making sessions to be the quickies they were. His secretary's legs firmly wrapped around his back, he humped slowly and steadily into her. To my near-virgin eyes (Keith being the only man I'd been with), it appeared evident they were aways from being finished despite seemingly having been at it for a while as well as they obviously were quite familiar with each other in such an intimate fashion. I left quickly and quietly, torn up inside.
The rest of the party was a blur of mixed feelings. Maybe I should've left, but I didn't. Riding home silently in the car that night, I was going back and forth on plotting on how to win back my wayward husband's heart and planning his death.
She insisted on sex that night. A rarity that I took advantage despite my earlier adventures at the office party. Kara, like any wife, rarely asked for sex, occasionally refused it on basis of a "headache" or being "tired", but for the most part put up with it. She came to bed in one of those silky baby doll lingerie pieces I routinely gave her for Valentine's and anniversaries, but she never wore. I smelled a scent of perfume on her that hadn't been there before at the office party. And she appeared to have touched up her makeup and hair, though I was never sure about those things. Altogether, she was an arousing sight. At 5'6" and probably 135 pounds, she could afford to lose a little weight, but for the most part it was in the right places. Wide doe brown eyes and honey brown hair down past her shoulders and ample (but not large) cone-shaped tits describes her pretty well.
Lounging on the bed, I was enjoying this strange twist of events. Kara insisting on sex, then doing herself up for it (although I suppose that's to be expected of women). I was expecting the our traditional five minute quickie, maybe tack on another five minutes due to the special circumstances, then we'd roll over and go to sleep. Business as usual in the Carter household. Then crawling onto the bed, she dipped her down to my growing man-member and started licking. This caught me by surprise as Kara is revolted by blowjobs and had only tried twice before, and both times rushed to the bathroom with claims of nausea. This time she pleasantly succeeded in getting the head into her throat and keeping it there, even managing to bob up and down a couple of times. She paled in comparison to Blaire, who I couldn't help comparing her to. Still, a pleasant experience nonetheless. After a couple of minutes of her mouth ministering to my cock, she got up and sat on me in the cow-girl position--the first time she had done something besides missionary position since she refused doggy-style calling it degrading. After a couple of minutes of her slow strokes despites my encouraging hands on her hips, we were going no where; so I turned her over and finished it off in missionary. Boring, but hey, I had work in the morning. I came, and she either orgasmed or faked one. I couldn't tell and didn't really care. All in all, it took ten minutes. Pretty good for the wife.
Then she started talking. We had scarcely talked it all after leaving for the party besides the bare minimum, and Kara's little suggestion to have sex (I didn't take much convincing), and also we never talk after sex, so I was understandably surprised.
"See I can be a good lover."
"What?"
"I can be a good lover, too."
My stomach rolled. She knew. But why sex? A cruel stab before leaving? A final lay until she finds another man? Maybe we could make up… And then it started pouring out of her.
I decided to try to win him back. I loved Keith, all 180 pounds of his handsome 6'2" frame. I had even resorted to sucking him off, keeping on even with my stomach rising higher each second his penis was in my mouth. And I had even used a different position, before he pulled me back into the missionary position.
"I know I need to lose weight. I'm going to start dieting. If you want sex more often, we can do that. And you wanted me to find more recipes you like, I'll do that. And you don't have to mow the lawn anymore, I'll take care of that while I'm cleaning the house."
I was babbling now, and I knew it—offering everything that I had to offer.
At first, I was panic-stricken. Just the shock of having my affair discovered. Then the pang of fear that came with the thought of divorce. Not that Kara meant that much to me, but I was a wealthy man with my job, and I wasn't anxious to lose half of it. Then I realized she was begging pathetically to make up. Stunned, I let her go on.
"And if you want a no-fault divorce, we can do that. But anything I can do to stay with you, I'll do." I stopped as I realized the second to last thing I had said. Oh, well, he probably realizes how desperate I am now anyway. If not, surely the last would tell him.
Relief hit even further at the thought of a no-fault divorce. Blaire would be happy with that. Then her last sentence… "Anything", that sent thoughts running through my head. Specifically:
