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Author's note: Sometimes you just want a quick romp of a tale that is fun to write and read. This is one of those. One cannot always write serious and emotionally devastating tales. Sometimes, girls just want to have fun. This was such an occasion for me. I hope you have fun reading it. If you are a cuckolding or cream pie fan, you should skip. If you're here for the graphic sex, this is not for you. If you enjoy seeing cheaters receive their just recompense of reward, read on. Randi.
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There is always a nagging doubt in your mind when you take desperate measures. What could I have done to avoid this situation? What actions could I have taken so that I wouldn't be here? I was fairly certain that I could have done nothing. I had few options. How do you convince an adult that their actions are going to destroy everything they profess to hold dear? You can't force them to do anything, you can only watch helplessly and deal with the consequences. That's where I found myself.
My loving wife decided this would make us stronger, demonstrate our love for each other, how strong it was and what we meant to each other. I felt it demonstrated how weak her love for me was, and how selfish and spoiled she was.
I'm just an ordinary man, living an ordinary life. I'm no strong tender romantic hero; I have faults like anyone else. I don't pay enough attention to anyone other than myself, I work too much, I get angry sometimes when I shouldn't. I don't do it deliberately, it just happens. I'm human; life is like that. Work and events get in the way.
I'd been married to Amanda for 19 years. We had sex two or three times a week. It was always good and we both enjoyed it. We were both up for more whenever we could find the time. Other things, football, a good book, a TV show, distracted us, or maybe the girls wanted us to do something. We made time when we needed to, or one of us was feeling horny. I'd never turned down a chance to make love to her and she'd never done that to me.
Life was sailing right along, finances getting better all the time. We had two daughters, Olivia and Audra, 16 and 14. I may have been ordinary, but they were something special. Our marriage was flowing smoothly, the girls happy and beautiful, and then my dear wife got ideas. We were plain vanilla, she said, and we needed to spice things up. I was game. I wasn't at all unsatisfied with our sex life, but hey, if she was, I'd play. At first, it was different positions. I was athletic and in good shape and I enjoyed the hell out of it. This was great! I was down with all of it. We even tried anal a couple of times. Neither of us cared for it. I didn't mind; there was an awesome tight hot wet pussy right there. Everything else was spectacular.
Next, it was role-playing. I had no idea where that came from, girlfriends, women's magazines or some moronic TV show. It was fun for about three times, and then it was just stupid. I had too much trouble concentrating when I was inside a hot pussy to maintain my Leonardo Di Caprio character, or remember that she was Scarlett Johansson. I refused to do it anymore. Suddenly, she was displeased.
"Corwin, how long has it been since you went on a date?" she asked one day.
"Last Friday I took you out to that Italian place you've been wanting to go to," I said. "We went to the movies and your mom kept the girls overnight, remember?"
"I don't mean with me," she said. "How long has it been since you went out with someone else?"
"Jesus, Amanda, are you accusing me of something?" I asked.
"No, no, honey, that's not it at all. I just wonder if you remember the name of the last girl you went out with besides me."
"Yes, I do," I said. "Her name was Donna and it was about two weeks after I met you. I think you might remember her, too. We kind of had a big argument about that date."
"Do you ever miss it?" she asked.
"God no." I laughed. "I remember how awful it was. Not that date, it was pretty good, but the whole dating thing: working up the nerve to ask a girl out, worrying about being shot down, awkward first conversations. It was traumatic as hell."
"But wasn't it exciting and mysterious?" she asked.
"More like absolutely terrifying," I said. "What brought this on, Amanda?"
"I was just wondering if you ever felt like you'd like to go out on a date with someone else," she said.
"No, I've never felt like that," I told her. "I guess everyone has fantasies, but no. I seem to remember you being extremely pissed off when I went out with Donna, and you told me you wanted us to be exclusive. I decided that's exactly what I wanted, too. If I felt differently, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me. I'd just have dated women. That's what being married means; you don't go on dates with people other than your spouse."
She let it drop and I didn't hear any more foolishness for a month. It was a Friday night and we'd just finished making love. It was good, and no pretending to be Bobo the Clown or tying her up or some silly shit. It was just her and me, a man and his wife, fucking each other's brains out. I came twice and she must have gotten off half a dozen times. She was laying half on top of me and we were kind of floating in that post-orgasmic bliss, and then she blew the mood.
"Corwin, I saw how Seabra was looking at you tonight. She wanted you to ask her to dance."
Seabra is our friend from where Amanda works. We've known her forever. We'd met her and Angela, another friend from work for dinner, and then we'd gone out to a club. Seabra is a really sweet, really hot lady about five years younger than us.
"Well, that's very flattering but I only want to dance with you," I told her.
"I wouldn't be jealous if you asked her," she said.
"That's nice, but then you don't have any reason to be because I'm not going to ask her," I said.
"Would you be jealous if I danced with another man?" she asked.
"I guess your brother would be okay," I said. It was a joke, but she didn't laugh. "I've never cared if you danced with guys who asked me nicely and kept their hands where they belong. Was there someone there you wanted to dance with? I don't remember anyone asking me."
"No, I was just wondering," she said.
I had no idea where this was going but I didn't like it. I didn't think I could get to sleep, so I got up and went into the den. I was playing a video game and I saw her come to the door and watch me for a minute. I didn't look at her and she went back to bed. I waited until she was asleep before I joined her.
Everything was quiet for two months, until we went to Angela's promotion party. It was at the White Rhino, and there was a good band playing. We were all sitting around in a big circular booth and Amanda was talking to Seabra.
"Corwin, Seabra wants to dance," Amanda said. "Would you be a gentleman and dance with her?"
What the hell? I remembered the conversation from two months ago. Now, I was in a very awkward position. Sea was a good friend and I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I sure as hell didn't want to dance with her. That lush body up against mine wasn't going anywhere good, but I didn't know how to get out of it gracefully. I liked to dance, but I wasn't not any good at it. Sea was like a big cat, graceful and smooth, and I was going to look clumsy. There wasn't a good way out, so I stood up.
"I think they're playing our song." I held out my hand to Sea and she slid gracefully out, brown gorgeous thighs flashing below the short blue dress she was wearing. The song ended and the band started up a slow number. Shit, why now? Sea fit up against me like she was made to go there. I could feel those luscious big breasts against my chest and her mop of black curls was nearly covering my face. She smelled nice, too. When she looked up at me, her big brown eyes were liquid pools and her teeth flashed white in her dusky complexion. She isn't a dark black girl, kind of a coffee with cream color.
"Thanks for dancing with me, Corwin," she said. "Amanda said you wouldn't mind, that you like dancing. I haven't danced since I broke up with Bruce."
"Well, you're a very good dancer," I said. "Actually, I do mind dancing with you, Sea. I like you a lot. Hell, I love you. You're the sweetest girl I know, but you're smoking hot and this isn't a good idea for me."
She giggled. "You're safe with me, Corwin. I love you, too. If you weren't married I'd be all over you, but Amanda's my best friend. Let's just enjoy this one dance, okay?"
I squeezed her a little and we finished the song. When we got back to the booth, Amanda wasn't there. I looked around and spotted her black and white dress. She was out on the floor with some young Nordic looking guy. She was laughing up into his face and his hands were a lot lower than they should have been. She noticed me standing and looking for her. She smiled and shot me a wave. I was pissed, very pissed, in fact. She had sent me off with Sea so she could dance with that asshole.
I threw a couple of twenties on the table and started walking toward the exit. Seabra watched me halfway to the door, and then she came running after me. She caught me when I was about halfway to the car.
"Corwin, stop, where are you going?" she was a little out of breath.
"We were being played," I told her. "Amanda has been talking about dating other people and asking me if I ever thought about it. That's what this was. She's testing the water. She set me up for this by getting me to dance with you. That gave her the excuse she needed to dance with Romeo in there."
"So what are you doing?" she asked. "Are you just going to leave her here?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I said.
"Well, you can't leave me here," she grabbed my arm. "I rode with you guys."
I felt like a heel. "I'm sorry, Sea. I don't know what I was thinking."
