WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line.
Retraining a Cheater
I got home from work, a bit early, and go to change. I look at the bed, it looks like Tom had made the bed, but I am sure I made it this morning. Tom is rather slap-dash, and I am precision. It bothers me, but I put it down to my memory confusing me.
Three weeks later, I get home from work rather late, and go to change. Once again, the bed looks like Tom made it, and I am positive today that I made it before I left for work. I think about it, there have been other times, but I have always assumed that Tom made the bed.
The store has a range of nanny cams. I select three, one like a jewel box for my dresser, one like a book for the living room, and one like a teddy bear for the spare bedroom.
I had almost convinced myself that I was imagining things when I get home to a messy bed. I swap the SD cards in all three nanny cams with empty ones, and take the full ones to my computer. Mostly as expected, then a shock, and another, and another. I pull together all the unexpected visitors and decide to wait for more evidence.
After a month I get another messy bed, and swap the SD cards. I extract the pertinent video's and find my copy of the prenup that his family lawyers made me sign. I meet with my lawyers and explain what I want to do. He suggests some changes, and then we prepare two sets of documents. Now to wait for an opportunity.
"Angie, we are going to Bently's tonight."
"OK, sounds good, who all are coming?"
"Henry, Mary and Ben, and Rose and Jim."
"Great, let's get there early enough to get a booth."
I deliberately delay things, I want a booth, but not a big one. When we finally arrive, there are two four person booths, I run ahead and grab one. Tom sits across from me. Henry shows up about ten minutes later. "Henry" I pat the bench next to me. "Sit with me."
Tom looks at me, he is now on edge, I have always avoided Henry, he is handsy, and has made it clear that he feels that I really need to fuck him.
A few minutes later Rose and Jim arrive and sit next to Tom, Rose on Jims lap. Then Mary and Ben arrive.
"Henry, scoot over here, and I will sit on your lap." Henry looks very happy, and slides a hand under my tube top, brushing a breast. I slap it. "Be good Henry." He pulls his hand out and laughs. Ben sits down and Mary sits on his lap. The bar is pretty much standing room only.
A waitress comes by and takes our drinks order, and the boys start talking about last night's game. I shift about rubbing my bum on Henry, he starts to build an erection. He is so predictable. Though I have never given him this much access before.
The noise level is high, so when he whispers in my ear "Give me your panties" nobody else can hear.
I lean back and whisper. "Only if you agree, Tom needs to know, but Rose and Jim cannot know. I don't care about Mary and Ben. I expect they will figure it out."
"Deal, now give me your panties."
I start to work my way out of my panties, I pay close attention to Rose and Jim. I don't want them to know. I did not know who my audience would be, but this is better than ideal, it is perfect. It takes me about 5 minutes to get my panties off and into Henry's hand. Tom can see that something is going on, but he does not know what. Everyone else is oblivious. Our drinks arrive and Henry asks for menus.
Henry stuffs the panties into his pocket, then undoes his pants and slides them down a bit. My skirt provides some cover, so when Mary looks over it is not obvious what is happening.
The waitress drops four menus onto the table.
"Angie how about grabbing us a menu."
I stand and stretch across the booth table. Henry lifts the back of my skirt and positions his cock. I sit back, he has missed I reach down and pull him forward, and then sit. I am not as wet as I should be, so Henry has resistance getting in. It is not comfortable for me, and from the way he gasps, it is not comfortable for him, but he is in. Being a bit dry makes it feel like he is tight in me.
Mary looks over, I put my finger to my lips, shushing her.
Henry pumps a bit to get me wet. It works, after a few minutes I feel the lubrication starting to smooth the action. I lean forward with my elbows on the table. It is clear that Tom now knows that something is going on. However, we have managed to stop any time Rose or Jim looks over at us.
Henry is growing in me, he feels good. A bit bigger than Tom, though nowhere near as big as his bragging. The waitress returns with the drinks and Henry orders salsa and chips for the table.
I take advantage of everyone's attention on the waitress to pump a few vigorous strokes. Mary notices.
The waitress leaves and we are back to short strokes. Then Henry comes. I feel the warmth of his cum in my pussy. I keep going a bit, then it becomes clear that Henry is shrinking. I sit back and whisper "Thanks." Henry takes the opportunity to pull down my tube top and grab my breasts.
"Henry, behave." I pull his hands away and pull up my tube top. Tom looks livid.
"I need to pee, Mary, Ben, how about letting me out." They get out and I scoot across, allowing my skirt to give Henry cover as he does up his pants. "Mary, do you want to come?"
"Sure"
In the ladies I clean up.
"Angie, what has got into you? You fucked Henry in a restaurant booth?"
"Yup, Tom has been bad and needs a lesson."
