CUCKOLD REVENGE
I felt good when my marriage to Cal Fielding had passed the infamous 'seven year itch' mark. Although I, Loretta, had received my share of male attention over the years, appropriate and inappropriate, I was not seriously tempted at any time. The fact that I had an attentive, compassionate, loving husband helped considerably. Although I had very little experience to compare my husband to other men in the bedroom, I was, at the time, very happy with the quantity and quality of sex we had.
If I had to say my husband was flawed in any way, it was his dedication to getting our finances in order. He was a fanatic. If I ever meet Dave Ramsey in person, he better run. Recently, we went to one of his seminars and Cal had a conversion experience. I was fully supportive at first. It made sense. Get out of debt. Build up emergency funds. Live like no one else from then on.
After years of living with this financial cult belief, I have concluded this is one of those ideas that sounds easy because it is simple. Most people do not understand that simple does not always equal easy. For example, is losing weight easy? No. Is it simple? Yes. Eat less, exercise more. For financial security, cut expenses to the bone and pay off debts in order of size, smallest first. Simple? Yes. Easy? No. Hell no.
We scrimped and saved. We ate rice and beans for most meals. Really. No desserts, no sodas, no meats, no milk or dairy products. No new clothing, appliances, furniture. No Christmas, birthday, anniversary, or Father's Day/Mother's Day cards or presents. Cal took over doing preventive maintenance on our vehicles. That actually caused us to spend more money. Cal is not mechanically inclined. He delivered pizza at night besides his day job. I waitressed at night beside my job. On weekends, we picked up metal from people's trash to sell for scrap. It was hard. It was humiliating.
My dedication began to wane even though I could see the progress we had made. When we got down to only our house mortgage as our remaining debt, it looked almost insurmountable to me. I was ready for a break. I was worried that we would work ourselves to death without being able to enjoy any of the fruits of our labor.
I was wearing the same outfits to work for years, sometimes by repairing one that had torn or stained. I went without makeup - as far as Cal knew. In reality, I begged my friends for makeup they didn't want. I wore their leftovers at the office and made sure I cleaned it off before going home. One day I forgot to remove the makeup, and Cal was livid. On one hand, Cal said I was so pretty I didn't need makeup. On the other, according to him, I was sabotaging our future by foolish spending. When he found out it was given to me, it was even worse. He yelled even more about how embarrassed I should be to accept charity from others.
We wound up having to go to a marriage counselor, one of those recommended by Dave Ramsey's organization. I was pleasantly surprised that they said it was more important to have a budget both of us agreed on than it was to finish our goals as soon as possible. What was the reason for getting out of debt if it cost us our marriage? Cal reluctantly agreed to a budget that included work clothing, basic makeup, and occasional nights out to a restaurant and a movie. Our debt free goal would be pushed back a while, but our marriage should benefit. Things on the home front went back to normal, well, close to normal. I think Cal was upset the counselor didn't take his side.
As I was allowed to become more human (my perception), I became included in girl talk at the office. Previously, no one wanted to hear about how frugal we were. Despite Cal and I compromising on our budget to let us enjoy our lives more, I was shocked at how much my office mates spent on, well, everything. Nothing seemed to matter to them other than the monthly payment amount. Their spending habits were not the most shocking thing about them. Sex was. They not only talked about sex with their spouses, size comparisons included, they talked about sex with their lovers. And they talked about sex with their lovers like it was no big deal. Like everyone does it. The shock value of their talk was lowered over time as they kept talking about it and no one had been caught. Their stories began to sound exciting, romantic, and more like something I might possibly want to do.
I had absolutely no reason to seek sex outside of marriage, except it was something others had, but I didn't have. I was beginning to want it more and more. The descriptions of the sexual escapades of the girls made it clear to me that Cal and I were having vanilla sex. They seemed to be enjoying the whole selection of Basin-Robbins' flavors.
Cal kept his nose to the grindstone as far as our financial life was headed. I began to separate our lives into two parts: financial and non-financial. Cal and I were partners in the financial part. As I saw it, we were just acquaintances in the non-financial part. I was then not only vulnerable I was actively looking. I wanted more rewards in my life, non-expensive rewards. I wanted sex with another man.
Jake Sutherland worked in the same office. He had always been one to flirt just on the edge of inappropriateness. Verbal reprimands from the boss barely deterred him. Jake seemed surprised when I started flirting back one day. He quickly picked up on my distress with being forced to do without financially. We started with him treating me to lunch. I loved his stories about places he had visited, just because he wanted to go. When Cal had to go overnight on business one day, Jake and I escalated our relationship to include an evening meal with dancing and drinking. I was scared to death when Cal came home the next day. Surely, he would pick up I had done something naughty and frivolous even if I hadn't paid for it. Like my lunchtime meetings with Jake, I got away with my nighttime date. I was willing to take a bigger risk now.
By letting him pay for everything I had begun to build up quite a debt to Jake. There was no question how he wanted to be reimbursed. Gradually, I let him take more and more liberties when we were together. When he learned of Cal's coming absence for three days, he let me know it was time for his big payday. When we got to his place, I let our foreplay to get to an exchange of oral sex where we both had climaxes. That was followed by his dick being placed at the edge of my lower lips. The touch of his penis against my vagina shocked me to my senses. I told him I just couldn't because I was married. He cussed me out, calling me a prick teaser among other invectives. He promptly dropped me off at my house and peeled rubber leaving my house which drew the attention of some of my neighbors. Jake never talked to me again other than basic hellos and goodbyes at the office. I got lucky - I thought.
My looking was much more subdued from then on. There were candidates for my affection from the office and from the café I went once a week, but no one won the nomination much less the title of lover.
One night, months later, Cal came home anxious to talk about his work which was rare. He said that had just hired a new man on his team. He was excited about the new man's experience and ideas. Cal told me he would have to work late a few nights to get the new man up to speed on the current projects. I knew that phrase 'needing to work late' was used by my colleagues at work as a euphemism for having an affair after hours. I thought about his possibilities for a mistress. His secretary was a bit older than us, but she was abundant in breasts and butt. All the other female employees were married, but in my office that didn't seem to make much a difference. There were plenty of options for him to choose from.
On the second night of his alleged overtime, I couldn't stand it. My curiosity was working overtime assuming he wasn't. I went to his office and parked on the street where I could see the parking lot, but not be seen too well myself. At ten o'clock, Cal came out with a man I didn't recognize. No women had come out earlier. I assumed it was the new guy he had bragged about. They said goodnight, parted and made their way to their cars which were the only two left in the lot. I got out of there as soon as possible beating Cal home by three minutes. I felt relieved.
I was looking forward to Cal's office Christmas party. For once, I could be with Cal and eat and drink to my heart's content without criticism from him about wasting money. He even let me buy a new dress - on sale - at Goodwill. The crowning moment of the night was meeting Paul, the new man. My goodness, he was handsome, fit and his smile made me wet. He was escorting a woman I was sure was a Playboy bunny. Although she was short in stature, she was big in breasts and buns. Her dress showed plenty of both. Overall, she oozed sexuality. Cal introduced me to Paul. Paul introduced us to Brandy. We sat together at a table. I was having trouble not staring at Paul.
Paul and Brandy got up to dance. Cal informed me that Paul had only met Brandy a few days before. He said, "Paul is a chick magnet, an industrial strength chick magnet. In fact, the ease with which women fall for him is only one part of a very privileged life. His parents are wealthy, and Paul stands to inherit from his grandfather soon. Apparently, academics and athletics came easy to him. Yet, at the office, he is not aloof or unwilling to work hard. I think I'm jealous.
"The only problem we've had with him at work has been that every woman in our office spends their time drooling whenever Paul is around. They get nothing done when he comes out of his office. Paul has told me that he would not hit on any women he worked with. Too bad the women that work with us haven't promised me the reverse."
Later, Paul and I danced while Brandy and Cal danced. Paul was very smooth on the dance floor. We danced closely but not as closely as he and Brandy danced. She was like an extra layer of skin on Paul when they danced. I tried to inhale Paul, not just his cologne but his looks, his feel, his words, his essence. During the dance, I bumped into his bulge. It was huge. He apologized. I told him not to worry. I almost said, 'It's not big deal' but it was a big deal. He had to tell me when the music stopped because I wasn't listening. For the rest of the evening, the four of us danced and talked, often trading partners. I noticed that whenever Cal paid Brandy a compliment (I think he was smitten with her), Paul made it a point to compliment me. I wasn't sure if it was Paul trying to get Cal to quit hitting on his date or if Paul was truly attracted to me. I was hoping the latter.
We four left the party together and gave the valets our tickets. Paul's car was brought out first and ours was right behind. After another round of good-bye hugs, we followed Paul's car out of the parking lot to the street. I noticed that before Paul's car had even exited the parking lot, Brandy leaned over Paul and spent some time doing something with Paul's lower body. Soon her head was bobbing up and down. I turned to Paul who was looking with wide eyes. I was so horny I imitated Brandy's childish voice and went after my husband's penis. This was the wildest public sex we had ever had. It was the prelude to a very satisfactory night of sex. I assumed Cal was imagining Brandy when I was fucking him, but that was okay with me since I was definitely imagining Paul. And I was definitely wondering the real size his bulge was indicating.
After that night, Cal loosened up more than ever socially and financially. We started hosting couples and going out more. Of course, Paul was the first and the most frequent person we invited. I teased Cal about how I bet he was looking forward to seeing Brandy again. He replied that Brandy coming with Paul might not be the case. According to office gossip, Paul seldom was seen with the same girl twice. I found that interesting.
We had a cookout and Paul came with a girl about as opposite of Brandy as was possible although equally sexy in her own way. Her name was Sybil and she was tall, dark haired and slender. She moved like a model on a runway. She very easily could have been a model. Unlike Brandy, she was only a couple of years younger than us and seemed very mature and intelligent.
As the nosy hostess, I asked the typical question of 'How did you two meet?' Sybil responded with a blush. "Our carts crashed into each other at the supermarket the other day. We started talking and the next thing I knew I had given him my name and phone number. I never do that with a man the first time meeting him, but it just seemed to the right thing to do at the time with Paul. Something just seemed to spark. He surprised me by calling later that night and asked me to do him a favor and accompany him to this cookout. I accepted. Again, I wouldn't do something like that with a man I barely knew. So, you can see, Paul and I are just starting to get to know each other."
Later, I got Sybil to herself. "I guess I should tell you that Paul doesn't usually keep girlfriends that long. I'm not sure what the reason is."
"Well, I'm not a girlfriend, yet, but everything I've seen and heard from him so far makes me wish I were. Any hints for me on how to proceed with him?"
"Not really. I guess, just be honest with him."
