I Came Home Early - Ending Vers #1
by Buster2U
WARNING // Definitely Cuck Shit! // WARNING // Definitely Cuck Shit! // WARNING
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THIS IS THE FIRST IN A SERIES OF STORIES. WE THAT START OUT WITH THE SAME SITUATION BUT THEN ENDS WITH DIFFRENT WAYS OF DEALING WITH A CHEATING SLUT WIFE.
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This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.
Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my Typical Fashion, my story most certainly will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here.
Tender Flowers should leave now if you might get upset reading: about wife sharing, miss spelling, poor punctuation, things or phrases repeated to emphasize their importance, poor grammar, poor spelling, cussing, smoking, fucking, Purrs or Coos overly used to indicate the female who is talking, smoking dope, horny
women, gang bangs, cheating slut wives, black breeding, drinking or a beautiful low mileage fertile white wife being impregnated and pounded into the mattress by one or more virile black men.
Enjoy!
Buster2U
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I Came Home Early - Ending Vers #1
By Buster2U
My name is Philip (The Whiz) Wizkowski, I am 28 and married to the perfect wife, Mary Wizkowski who is 28 also. We have been very happily married almost 6 years now. Early last year we decided to start our family. Mary works part time in as a nurse at General Hospital. I write computer programing code, as an outside contractor for several computer companies, here in Silicon Valley.
Mary had our first child, just about 6 months ago, Little Bobbie, my first son. We were so happy and so proud of him. Everything just seemed to naturally revolve around him. But the past couple months, Mary has seemed a little distant. I just 'chalked it up' to the stress of being a new mother.
I would have to say, that having a child with Mary was the pinnacle of my life. Plus him being a boy so he would carry on my family name. The love that we all share make this the happiest time of my life. I have a good job, a beautiful wife that loves me, a nice home, and good friends. There is nothing more in life that I can ask for.
Mary is such an attractive young lady, pretty, blonde, blue eyed, slender and big boobs, no matter where we go together I am always proud to be seen with her. Mary's style, grace and charm always seems to cover me as well, regardless of the situations we face together. I love this woman so much and trust her completely, I always have full confidence in her.
Mary's Mom volunteered to babysit for us just last weekend. So we took full advantage and went out for a nice steak dinner and then dancing at one of the more fancy dance clubs in town. Mary was dressed in her sexiest LBD that has a very short skirt that shows off her legs and buttons on top, that could be undone to show more cleavage.
So many men were staring at Mary, after a few drinks I finally convinced her to unbutton some more buttons and show more of her breasts. I was so amazed
and proud when she unbuttoned them all, It looked like her big milky breasts were about to fall out of her dress. I was so aroused, as she got even more attention!
Men started coming over to ask Mary to dance, but she quickly turned them all down. I felt so secure in her love that I suggested that she should dance with whomever she wanted, even let them feel her up if she wanted to. My suggestion really shocked her and of course, she said she 'wasn't that kind of woman'.
She did dance with several men after that discussion and we all had a good time, we had lots of laughs, but she never danced too close. She didn't even dance any slow dances with other men. I kept a close eye on her, as much as I could without being too obvious. I was hoping to see some naughtiness, but as Mary said, 'she wasn't that kind of woman'.
I even tried to get her tipsy and dare her to completely show her breasts to her dance partner, or get him to suck her beautiful milky breasts. Several extra drinks into my Mary and she still wouldn't let any of her dance partners get inappropriately close to her big melons. Mary is just so reliable and trustworthy, I will always trust her completely.
Jimmy Dean, my best friend, and I compete against each other at Hacking, all the time, to see who can accumulate the most money in a month. We frequently challenge each other to see who is the fastest at hacking into a challenge we find interesting. Ha, it is those kinds of things that keep life so interesting!
Jimmy doesn't work at a regular job at the moment, but his wife Ginger works as a topless dancer in Sunnyvale, she has very very beautiful Double Ds, like my Mary, but Ginger's have very pretty big light tan areolas and very thick solid gold rings through each nipple, that I think really look amazing.
Jimmy makes a lot of money Hacking like I do. But I also work a couple regular jobs to more easily show my income for taxes. We both leave all our hacking money in our Swiss accounts so we don't have to pay taxes on it, unless we bring it back into the country.
Friday morning, I accidentally spilled a big fresh cup of coffee on myself in the break room during morning break. I asked my Supervisor if I could go home to change and he said just go ahead and take off for the whole weekend, as we were already way ahead of schedule now. So I headed home way before my lunch time.
I was surprised when I saw an old Caddy in my driveway. I don't know anyone that drives a Caddy and I am surprised that my wife Mary does. I wonder who it could be? But just to be smart, I didn't hit the noisy garage door opener. I parked in the street and I quietly entered my house through the side door into the garage.
I never suspected my wife Mary of any infidelities before, but I have read about a 'Strange Car in the driveway', on Literotica so I know it is always 'very suspicious' and potentially 'very serious trouble'! I listened at the interior door, into the kitchen for a few moments to see if I could hear anyone talking or anything.
If Mary was having coffee just on the other side of the door, in the kitchen, with one of her girl friends, I didn't want to just bust in, and seem suspicious and embarrass myself. So I carefully, and quietly slowly opened the garage door into the kitchen.
At first the only thing I could hear was little Bobbie, my new son, crying loudly, probably hungry or needing a diaper change. But after a few seconds of that, I had to go ahead and take care of my little son, I couldn't take his crying. Why wasn't Mary tending to our child? Then suddenly I heard why she wasn't...
"Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me Jamal. Give me that big black cock! Oh so good, I'm cumming again! Ahhhhhh give me your black cock, give me your black baby!" Mary screamed loudly, sounding like she climaxing over and over, totally uninhibited, ripping my heart completely out of my chest.
I could hear her wild screams of passion, coming again and again from one of the bedrooms, upstairs. While my son, Bobbie was crying right here in his downstairs bassinet. I quickly picked up my son, and checked to see he if had a full diaper. He did, so I quickly changed it, easy peasy. The tears filling my eyes made it hard to see what I was doing.
They won't ever know, that I was here so far. I got out a bottle of fresh breast milk from the frig, and nuke it up for a couple minutes time. But I stop the microwave just before it buzzes loudly so Mary won't hear me downstairs and know that I was here. I test the milk temp on my arm and feed my child until he goes to sleep and put him back in his bassinet and I...
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continue to hear Mary and Jamal still fucking loudly upstairs. I double check that everything looks the same as it was when I got home, before I leave. Having washed the baby bottle that was full of breast milk, dried it and put it away in the cupboard.
Taking the dirty diaper with me to the outside trash. Satisfied, that I covered my tracks, I leave the house, write down the Caddy license plate number and drive off wondering 'what to do'? 'What should I do?' 'What can I do now?' God help me, I don't know what to do! I ball my eyes out, all the way to Jimmy's house, barely able to see enough to drive.