Mary Lou Walker My Loving Wife

Another cheating story, this man is no cuck but I'm sure some of you gentlemen will disagree. Just remember, I know him better than you.

UK English by non-English dyslexic. Mistakes all mine. Feel free to tell me where I go wrong, I might even read it.

WHACK, my hand crashed into Mary's fleshy arse as she leaned over the stove stirring a full pot of vegetable soup, causing her to splash the stovetop with the boiling claggy mess she regarded as a tour de force, her fucking speciality, which I was bored rigid with, but still got every blessed week and had grown to hate over our thirteen years of a dreary marriage.

OK fair enough I'm being harsh, no not about our marriage, it was as dreary as fuck from about 4 years in, about her veggie soup. It was crammed full of freshly grown root vegetables she had lovingly raised in her small plot of our 300-metre extensive back garden that I preferred to keep as pristine sward for practicing my golf game.

I was as bored with the soup almost as much as I was bored of the marriage. Like our marriage, it was dull, dreary, bland, mind-numbingly fucking boring. We led a comfortable life, money no issue but completely devoid of any spark, well, I say that, but it had become a little more interesting recently when I discovered a few things.

I had supposed to be kept in the dark, like a fuck set of mushrooms but slowly and by accident, a light had shone into a dark corner where no light had been intended to shine.

In response to my hard slap of her arse Mary shrieked, "Oh for fuck's sake Jim why did you do that, that will leave bruise. Why did you hit me?"

"Oh, I don't know Mary, can you think of any reason a loving husband would slap his wife's arse?" and I walked away. She was startled, both by my answer and I assume by the fact that I had never in 13 years hurt her in any way.

"You're losing you mind Jim, please don't hit me like that again."

I walked of muttering, "We'll see." So why had I slapped her arse? Well, partly for the fun of it because I knew something that I wasn't supposed to, mainly to disconcert her, knock her out of her comfortable stride, just a little, just enough to maybe introduce a little worry into her dull ordered life.

An hour later, having seasoned the bowl of soup she planted in front of me to try and get some sort of flavour into it, I announced, "I'm popping into town for a while, do you want anything?"

She didn't answer, there is a fucking surprise, its almost as if I didn't exist anymore, she seemed permanently distracted by something, probably my friend Morris's cock which she was getting on Tuesday and Thursday lunchtimes. True to form with Mary, regular as clockwork is how everything happened, not a spark of spontaneity, everything in its place and a place for everything.

So, vegetable soup on Monday Wednesday & Friday and Morris's tiny cock on Tuesday and Thursday... week after week after interminable week. Of course, I resent her and Morris, cheeky pair of cunts thinking they were pulling the wool over my eyes.

My problem was deciding when to drop the bomb on them, Mary because I still fucked her on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights, little or no variation, of course, a little fingering to wet the hole, climb on fuck her for 15 minutes during which she would either cum or pretend to, honestly I think that was about 50:50 but no longer fucking cared.

It was also standard missionary or if I was feeling lazy, I'd spoon, up cuddle into her big arse and bang her from behind. A few times recently, just for sheer badness I had been in a good rhythm ploughing her from behind then altered my angle of attack and slipped up her unprepared arse causing her to yell. I passed it off as a mistake each time, a crime of passion if you will. It amused me.

So, my issue was when do I decide to cut myself off from getting my cock wet and emptying my balls four times a week, that's a really healthy strike rate for a 13 year old marriage, even if she is a dreary fuck with the imagination of a mollusc and the invention of a tree. I was still emptying the bag 4 times weekly, I needed to think of how to replace that PDQ.

My biggest urge to bring it to an end was the fact that that little fucking weasel Morris was adding his swimmers to the mix twice a week. That pissed my off, especially as I'd discovered they never used condoms. She was on the pill, and he had 2 kids and had had his nuts snipped and tied, so knocking her up was not a worry for them.

Morris was of course different gravy; I was itching to bring something to a head with that little fucker. Little fucker was right too, the video the cameras the PI had installed for me, showed a stubby little cock which couldn't have been more than 5 inches on his best day, why the fuck would she cheat with a tiny, dicked wanker like Morris? I was not huge either, but I came in a little over 6 inches, the man's benchmark for self-respect in cock wars.

So, Morris, Morris, who the fuck was Morris?

Well, sad to say the little fucker was my best friend, even now I'd still struggle to call him anything else -- well unless I tried, treacherous little cunt -- we'd grown up together, school and all the rest, briefly worked together, always lived close to each other, we were golf buddies, usually playing twice a week,

Wednesday & Saturday, like everything in my life golf also had a time and a day, every week the same, the bonus for Morris was that neither day was "fuck Mary day."

Morris and I had been each other's best man at our weddings, he was married to a beautiful lady called Elizabeth, Beth to us all. She was one reason I was holding myself back from dropping the bomb. She was an incredibly kind, nice lady. If you can use the word "nice" about someone without intending it as a catch-all for boring and ordinary, Beth was the epitome of nice, the most good-hearted decent woman, no sides to her, kindness personified, and I was going to upset her perfect world before long.

Genuinely, I hated that Beth would be collateral damage in the blowing up of the lives of two cheating cunts. I'd often fantasised since finding out about Morris and Mary of riding off into the sunset with Beth, but it seemed just that, a fantasy.

She had two kids, only just into their teens to care for, and I had no idea if she would continue with Morris but a clean break was a much harder prospect for their marriage, we are childless, Mary has lady problems that I never quite got my head around, I had just accepted that kids were never in our future.

So, into town I went. First call was the bank, I was queueing for a cashier when I heard his voice, just before the tap on my shoulder, thinking quickly I raised my elbow as I turned and caught Morris flush on the nose. You could hear the satisfying crack just before I started my Oscar winning performance.

"Oh, fuck Morris, I'm so sorry, I was miles away, thinking of Marys arse believe it or not, and you startled me. So sorry old boy, fuck that looks nasty. You have blood all down your shirt and that nose, well, let's put it this way, you may have won your last beauty contest, you've now got a Roman nose, its roaming all over your face.

Really sorry old friend. Would you like me to try to reset your nose, I've seen it done on TV?" I wondered might I get a second go at inflicting a bit of pain on him, but he waved me off and said he'd go to A&E and get a pro to do the job.

As he rushed out of the bank I shouted after Morris, "See you on the first tee at 5:30." I had to have a little self-congratulatory smile.

I was feeling happier that night than for a while, I'd belted Mary's arse, hard enough to leave a bruise I was pretty certain & broken Morris's nose all in the same day, better still it was Wednesday and I could feel a bit of "lazy" coming on, I was thinking of Mary's arse alright, I was thinking of making sure I got a few hard strokes up it before I "realised what I was doing" and reverted back to her cunt to empty my balls.

Yes, all in all this was the best day in a while.

A week later as I cogitated when I would make the serious move on the cheaters, I was enjoying little victories that only I knew were deliberate, especially enjoyable was my pretended slip on the wet tiles of the shower room in the Men's Locker room at the golf club, a week after Morris's unfortunate broken nose.

Clumsy me slipped on wet tiles forcing Morris to trip and fall headfirst into a pretty solid weighty, high-end electric hand dryer, fuck me, did his nose not start to bleed again and his eyes watered with the pain from his broken protuberance.

"Christ Jim, you are becoming clumsy, that fucking hurt."

Quite satisfying I thought quietly but looking concerned.

"Sorry, old boy, I'll try to be more careful."

On Monday night as I spooned Mary's arse and fucked her cunt hard, I grabbed her hair and yanked it back, another first. She exploded in anger, "That fucking hurt, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I saw it in a porn movie I watched over the weekend, the guy yanked her back by the ponytail as he fucked her arse, and she loved it. She actually said, "hurt me baby." I thought maybe sluts got off on that sort of thing. By the way, would you like to try it up the arse?"

She spluttered trying to get her thoughts together and I took the chance to skip into her cunt again. "Jim since when did you watch porn, do I not do enough for you 4 nights a week, do you need more? And Jim, I'm not a slut please don't think of me that way."

Pretty fucking hard not to when I have the evidence I thought, but said, "OK, I thought you might like it, she did."

"Jim she's an actress for god's sake." Just another little "experience" to throw into her life, shortly after that I blew a load into her, farted loudly, and got up to use the bathroom, leaving her high but not necessarily dry, with a creamy load in her cunt.

It was Wednesday, so my night to fuck my wife, of course, it was not an official rota but with Mary everything was done as a routine, fuck she had become the least spontaneous human being imaginable.

I yearned for something different, maybe somebody different, someone for whom the words, "Fuck it, lets just do it and worry about it later" would not be completely alien. I was bored rigid apart from the little games I was playing with these two.

Morris had her yesterday lunchtime, according to the camera hidden in the smoke detector in my bedroom. The little cunt seemed to enjoy the fact he was fucking my wife in my bed, so a little pain payback was the very least I expected to enjoy until the time came to ruin them.

Neither of them ever shit-talked about me when cheating on me, a small mercy I suppose but if they had, my revenge would have been all the greater, but no, if anything they were "respectful" and I know that sounds ridiculous, but clearly neither was doing this from spite, neither wanted to hurt me and neither wanted to denigrate me.

Indeed, the few times I had been mentioned, it was "what a good husband he is", "what a great friend he is", then a classic of its type, "why are we doing this to our loved ones?" That last one was followed by a couple of minutes of looks of remorse. before they got down to what looked like six minutes of largely underwhelming fucking before Morris wiped his tiny cock off on a single tissue, dressed and left Mary to take a shower and clean up the room and throw the sheets in the laundry. It was the more than usually changed laundry on our bed that tipped me off, I was born at night, but it fucking wasn't last night. Mary was aa clean-nut as most women but she didn't create work for the fun of it

During that Tuesday session Mary and Morris talked about me. Morris: "That's twice in a week that Jim has hurt my nose." Mary: "And in the last 10 days he walloped my arse leaving a bruise and last night pulled me hard by the hair when he was fucking me."

Maybe the penny was starting to drop with them, small victories, but it was the war I was going to devastate them in.

I struggled to think of much more I could do to give a little physical pain without it becoming too obvious, so it was getting time to bring this farce to an end.

I had to face the big regret of hurting Beth, I was incredibly fond of her, but I could see no other way. I resolved that it was kindest to prewarn her, clue her in to what was happening rather than the shock and awe of just devastating the two cheaters and her as well getting caught in the blast.

It was not unusual for us to drop into each other's house unannounced so I drove past a few times one morning approaching lunchtime, a lunchtime I knew another meeting would be happening in my house. It was one of the benefits of a woman who was entirely predictable as my Mary had become over the years.

I saw Beth's car there, knew the children would be at school so time to wreck her world.

She answered the door, "Hi Jim, what a nice surprise. Morris isn't home but..."

"Beth, it's you I came to see, I know where Morris is", I said it with certainty but with a deal of regret. "Beth, I need us to sit and talk a while, I'm afraid it is not good news."

We sat and I told Beth how I had become suspicious and eventually got a PI involved and that I was sorry but that there was no doubt, our spouses were cheating on us, I had video evidence, it was happening twice a week in my bed.

"Beth, they are there now, you could set your watch by them they are so regular. We can see them on my phone if you need proof to process this. I'm sorry Beth, I've known for about 3 months."

Beth looked surprised, "Really, we can see what they are doing? Right now? Put it on, I want to see how bad it is."

We started to watch, it was uncanny, the two cheaters looked almost more upset than we were watching them. The audio was clear, "Mary, why do we keep doing this, it's not as if we are love's young dream? I know I'm kind of small and I know you are faking orgasms most of the time, if not always. What the fuck are we doing? We are risking ruining our happy marriages for, sorry to say this, pretty unsatisfying sex. I think we should stop this, what do you think?"

"Morris, honestly? You've never made me cum, Jim's cock is bigger, fatter and I cum on it quite often, but I've also got used to faking when I can't be bothered. Jim and I have sex 4 times a week, same nights every time, same positions, often satisfying but not very exciting. I'm a woman of routine, I guess it's all down to me really. I suppose we started this, and I thought it would be different, more exciting, but Morris, I'm very sorry, sex with you is not nearly as good as sex with Jim. Yes, let's end this stupid affair and hope that Jim and Beth never find out."

Beth and I looked at each other, she had looked on the verge of tears before I opened the feed, now suddenly she gave a really throaty laugh.

"You know what Jim? I take two things out of that, firstly they aren't even enjoying it, they both seem bored and doing it out of habit. Second, she says you are bigger and better than Morris, maybe I should try you out for some revenge?"

"Seriously Jim, not that I'm not serious about trying you out, but what are we going to do? I've got two kids to think about, I'm not sure if a divorce is the best thing for me if they are putting a stop to it. Of course, if you go crazy on them, maybe I'll have no choice, but what are you thinking?"

"Beth when I came over, I wasn't expecting to hear what they both said today, I thought they were quietly smug about their affair, I was 100% set on divorce and tearing both of them apart. Now I suppose I need to have a little rethink. I suppose the chances are I'll still divorce her, but for you, maybe if it helps your future, I can do it a bit less spectacularly than I had planned. Would that work for you?"

"Let's think about it for a few days Jim, lets also think about having some time together, I seriously think that's the least we are owed, besides, I've seen how you look at me when you think I'm not watching and let's say, I'm flattered, and I'm interested too. If they cheat on us, it won't make us any better than them, but maybe we'll both feel a bit better."

"Maybe, if you decide to stay with Mary, we can let them know we are fucking and rub their faces in it for a while to even things up. Think about it Jim, I'm in if you are, if you are as good as Mary says, it might be a treat for me, I've never been with anyone but Morris and everyone thinks I'm such a good girl, but good girls can have fun too."

I smiled at her and told her I'd think about it and get back to her by the weekend.

The thought of fucking Beth was attractive on a physical level, it would also be good to be able to tell Morris that I'd made his wife cum on my cock and that she had told me that she had always faked her orgasms on his little dick. Whether that was true or not ... who fucking cares. Against that I genuinely was a bit of a boy scout, I had always taken my weeding vows seriously, not because I had a religious bent but because in everything in my life, I intended that my word would mean something. I was reluctant to join the cheaters club.

Then a thought came to me. Let's see how Mary copes with this. That night when I got home from work, Mary was sitting at the table reading a magazine, probably some shit about how to manage your diary, or how to remove even a spark of life from you marriage, either would be right up her street.

She muttered a brief hello and I approach her from behind, taking my cock out, I grabbed her by the back of her head, hair and neck in a firm grasp and demanded, "open your mouth" and jammed my cock as deeply as I could, she fought and spluttered trying to get my cock out, it had not been in her mouth in the last 3 years, that's were our lives had got to.

Eventually, she freed herself and shouted, "Jim what the fuck has come over you lately, what do you think you are doing, you know I don't like that."

And there it was, just as I expected, the perfect opening -- no not her mouth, what she'd said -- "Oh really I said, you did not have a problem doing it for Morris last Thursday, seemed to like it well enough then didn't you my spikey little cactus flower, no problem getting his tiny cock in your gob now was there?"

She looked at me, her face the epitome of complete and utter shock and devastation. Tears starting to flow, face falling into an ugly mask of resignation that her secret was no longer a secret. She choked out a strangled, sorry.

"Mary open your cheating mouth", I face fucked her for 20 minutes or more, I was too angry to cum I just wanted to make her as uncomfortable as I could. She let me fuck her mouth as hard as I liked, her face covered in drool, she couldn't deny what I'd decided to take. Having satisfied my anger, for now, I decided to speak.

"Why Mary? Tell me why."

"Jim, honestly, I've been asking myself that question ever since it started months ago, it's not even good sex, I have no idea why I just let it happen like it was something to mark off in my diary, he is a terrible fuck. I initially got turned on by the sheer wickedness of having a secret, but the sex, well it has been hopeless, so why I kept doing it twice a week I think I need a shrink to tell me."

"Do you love him, Mary?" she snorted and looked at me as if I were mad.

"Of course not Jim, are you mad, I love you, I hope you can believe that but it's true, my head is really in a mess, I can't explain any of it."

"Mary, tell me the truth, do you intend to keep fucking him?" I knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

"Jim, I know this will seem to convenient to be true, but just today, Morris and I asked each other why we were doing it, why we were risking our happy marriages? Jim, I swear it's true, we decided to end things and we didn't fuck today. It's over and I'm glad. Whether you forgive me or not I'm glad that is over."