I thought most things were good in my marriage to Sandy, my big, beautiful wife of fifteen years. Sandy is 5'7" tall. When the events in my story took place, Sandy had gone from a size 20 to size 24. Her breasts, which had begun to sag due to gravity, were 40DD. She had two more surgeries related to her chronic illness. She had an inverted "T" scar on her belly. The up, down scar runs from a half inch above her belly button to a couple inches below the end of her sternum. I still loved her with all my heart. We're in the thirty second year of marriage, but almost didn't make it.
I knew something was wrong when Sandy's behavior changed. She started wearing loose clothing that hid her beautiful breasts and avoided being naked around the house. She had never done that before. She was not answering the phone when I would call on my lunch break at work. The worst part was the decline in our sex life. Going from once or twice a week to once a month really sucked. When I tried to talk to Sandy, she would hem and haw and I never got a straight answer.
It is funny how fate works. I wouldn't have known what was going on until it was too late. I went to work as usual still working nights at the factory; I had to be at work at 3:00 PM. About a half hour into an eight hour shift, the power went out throughout the plant. I and my fellow employees gathered in the break room. A half hour later the bosses came and told us we could go home. The local power company had informed them it would be at least four hours before the power was restored.
The first thing I noticed was the strange car in our drive. I drove past the house and parked in front of a neighbor's house. I slipped through the back yard up to the bedroom window. (Sandy and I had moved to a single level house due to problems with Sandy's knees.) I could not see anything through the blinds on the window, but I could hear.
"Yeah baby, suck my big cock!" I heard from a man. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever met! Deep throat it, baby!"
"Deep throat it?" I thought to myself. "He must be smaller than me because she never deep throats me."
I slipped back to my car and waited having heard enough. I backed into the drive of an empty house about a half block down from ours. I was going to follow Lover Boy when he left. Two hours later I got the biggest shock of my life. Lover Boy was huge. He was at least 6'6" tall, had shoulders broad enough to play offensive tackle for the Titans without pads, and if his cock was proportional to his size, it had to be a whole lot bigger than mine. I was sure who Sandy would pick when I confronted her.
I followed Lover Boy out of the neighborhood. Lucky for me, he went straight home, an apartment complex twenty minutes away. The entry doors faced the parking lot so I saw he lived in apartment fourteen. I U-turned in the lot and headed home, time to confront Sandy.
Sandy was in the shower when I got home. Boy, did she get a surprise when she saw me standing outside the bathroom door. I got the answer to why she had been hiding her body from me, bruises on her tits, upper arms, and upper thighs from him.
"Who is he?" I screamed at her. That just started the tears flowing. "Who is he? Who are you cheating on me with?"
"Cheating?" Sandy screamed back at me. "Why am I cheating now and not before?"
"Before you weren't hiding it and keeping secrets from me!" I yelled even louder. "I guess it's over between us! I saw him leave today! If his cock size is in anyway proportional to the rest of him, I can't compete!"
"No, Mikoli! Don't say that! I love you and don't want to lose you!" Sandy gasped out between sobs.
"Enough to stop seeing Lover Boy?" I asked.
"His name is David." Sandy finally told me. "Will you please go wait in the living room while I dress?"
I went and sat down in my recliner in the living room. Sandy came out about five minutes later. She had on one of her many frumpy flannel gowns. She tried to sit in my lap, but I pushed her away. I was hurt and still mad.
"Come sit here beside me on the couch." Sandy implored me.
"No, I'm good right here." I replied. That started the tears flowing again. I didn't go to her like I normally would.
"Two questions for now! "How long?" "Why?" I asked when she had calmed down a bit.
"Five months and because it was exciting!" Sandy answered. "He seemed to be in the grocery store every time I was. We started chatting and after two months he made a pass at me. At first I brushed him off. He continued to pursue me and I was getting more and more aroused around him. I finally allowed him to follow me home. When I saw his big, gorgeous cock, I had to know what it would feel like in me. Yes, it is as big as he is, at least 10" long, maybe longer, and very thick. It took him fifteen minutes to get it all in me the first time. He was slow and gentle and his cock felt so good inside me, hitting spots that had never been hit before. The orgasms were so intense from him fucking me!"
"So that's why we've stopped having sex?' I yelled getting angry again. "I don't satisfy you anymore! That makes me feel better, Sandy!"
"No, honey!" Sandy cried as she knelt down off the couch and knee walked to where I was sitting. "I hope that is hurting your knees, bitch!" I thought to myself. Yes, another bastardly thought on my part, but she had really hurt me this time.
"Mikoli, you always get me off when we have sex! Every time! But they are different from what David gives me! Not worse! Just different!" Sandy tried to explain.
"Are you going to stop seeing him?" I asked.
"I don't want to!" Sandy answered twisting the knife that had been buried in my chest since I heard those things in our bedroom.
"What if I demand you stop seeing him!" I yelled at her in hurt and anger.
"You don't own me! I can see anyone I want!" Sandy retorted back at me.
"Not and stay married to me!" I screamed down at her. "Fifteen years of love and devotion and this is how it ends! How many other men would have stayed after all the problems you have had from your illness? How many would have ignored the crazy mood swings your meds caused you to go through! I'm going for a walk around the block! By the time I get back, you had better have made a decision to who you want! Him or Me!"
With that I stormed out of the house. After twenty minutes wondering around the neighborhood, I returned to the house. I had calmed down, but the pain was still just as bad as before. Sandy's car was still there so maybe I had a chance.
