***Author's note: This is a work of fiction. This does not in any way reflect the lives of any person, living or deceased. It is a work of fantasy, and nothing else. Before people start commenting on how weak the fictional husband is; consider why you are reading about cheating wives in the first place.
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Tammy and I would joke around about some of the shows she watched on Netflix. Correction; I would make fun of the shows she watched on Netflix. Shows like Valeria where the main character cheats on her husband or has lesbian dalliance; I called it her soft porn. The Cook of Castamar was another. These shows were basically romance novels, the type of stories where the main character goes through several love interests, or trysts; before finding their true love.
"Oh oh, she's having a lesbian affair," I muttered. "Is that what you're into?" I teased.
"Shut up!" She smiled at me.
"You know, if you wanted to sleep with a woman, I'd probably be okay with it." I took it further.
"Oh please, stop indulging your little porn fantasies. Besides, what makes you think I need your permission?" She started teasing me back.
"I'm just saying..."
It was on that note that she would turn the tables on me.
"Oh yeah? I'll take my soft porn over your smut any day. At least these shows are about relationships, yours is just sex without meaning." She called me out.
"Well yeah, it's porn! Why beat around the bush? Just get to the action." I humored her.
"Oh! Let's see the kinda smut you watch. Tell you what Joe, I'll do the type of sex you watch on Porn. I'll look through your history and select one; then we'll get to the action!" She said.
This excited me to no end, but she also sounded serious. Very serious. Images of her in a female/female/male threesome filled my head. Or the facefucking videos I had watched, that would be really great. But there was no point since I constantly deleted my browser history. Not to mention, I knew she was bluffing.
"Let me see your iPad then, come on!" She challenged me.
I handed it over. She opened it up, and tapped the browser. The screen changed and it was at the google logo. Instead of looking at history, she typed a code into the URL bar and it pulled up my cookie history.
Oh Shit; I thought.
She perused a laundry list of searches. Then she started opening tabs willy nilly. She had opened about ten of them.
"Hmm, eeny meeny miney Moe!" she hit a tab from Pornhub. Her finger had passed up the lesbian tab, and the threesome tab...Oh shit!
The tab she opened was the 'cuckold' searches. "Well, let me see. Oh! What have you been watching?" she looked at me with a tinge of disgust.
"It's nothing. Just fantasy stuff." I offered weakly.
"So you fantasize about this?" She was watching a clip. "You would watch as some stranger fucked me, and you would jerk off to watching me getting fucked?" She asked incredulously.
"No, I don't fantasize about you sleeping with other men, I mean, it's just hardcore porn I watch. I get off on the 'fantasy' of it. That's all." At this point, I was retreating like Gen Custer.
"Hmm, I don't know what to tell you. But you're more of a pervert than my stuff." she finished.
She had defeated me in quick order. I got the feeling the next several nights, if not weeks were going to be a very cold bed.
I was right.
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Time passed, and eventually she forgot about it. We had make up sex about two and a half weeks later. The daily grind took its toll, we went about our day to day duties and responsibilities. Life has a way of getting folks into ruts.
"I'm planning on the kids staying over at your sister's this Friday and Saturday night. Wanna make plans for going out? I'm thinking a bar or restaurant, but with a dance floor. Momma needs to shake this booty!" she smiled.
Okay, I thought. The winter of her discontent was over. This sounded exactly like the weekender sex sessions we had enjoyed before. She liked to drink, especially if there was an occasion. If someone had a birthday or celebrated a promotion, she went out of her way to get us invited. She would drink till she was tipsy, and then we had our sexy fun and games when we got home. Things were looking up!
Friday couldn't come fast enough. When it did, I dressed up more than usual. I was going to wine and dine my way into her pants. After a quick shower, now that the work day was done, I styled myself in a casual button down shirt, and stylish jeans. I was wearing my leather deck shoes that she loved with this outfit. She was also getting dolled up, so my chances were increasing. She wore a form fit dress, the kind that clings to the female form. It was red, with a plunging neckline, but not too far. The short sleeves showed off her long arms, and the cut of the dress wrapped around her ladies very stylishly. The hem ended just above the knees. It hinted at a mini-skirt but wasn't. It definitely showed off her legs and hips though.
We got to a brewery, the live band playing some 90's rock and roll. More than a few grunge hits made their appearance. We both ordered dinner and drinks, and watched the crowd. The hustle and bustle was lively, we had picked a great spot. The night continued with the occasional dances; I would hear a song I liked and would ask her to dance. We might be on the dance floor for 2-3 songs then come back to our table. Sometimes she heard one of her favorites and she would go out on her own, dancing to the beat. As we had several beers, the dancing was certainly making both of us on the drunk side of tipsy.
She was on the dance floor again, when she was approached by a man. He put out his hand, and she took it. It was a country western song, not my type of music. She danced with him and he was a gentleman. The next song came on, and it was a slow song. They got closer and the romantic words poured out as they revolved around each other, spinning to the tune. She must have lost track of who she was dancing with, because when he cupped her tight bottom, she didn't push his hand away. I left it alone, chocking it up to the beer.
