AUTHOR'S NOTES
#1 All characters are written as being over eighteen. They are all a figment of my imagination and the story is completely FICTIONAL.
#2 If you like BTB, this isn't for you, don't waste your time. Likewise, if you like RAAC, you might want to skip this also, but I think you may like it better than your counterpart. A little research proved my theory that most cheaters don't get caught, at least not by their spouses, so I set out to write what I'll call a realistic cheating story. Some of you may enjoy it, but my real audience here is me; I enjoyed almost every minute spent writing it, but I would love to know what you think. As always, don't spare the constructive criticism; it helps me greatly.
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MY WIFE WOULDN'T
Tony's mind really wasn't on the Wednesday night bullshit session he and his friends usually held down at Joe's Bar and Grill. Tonight the subject was cheating wives and just what percentage of married women cheated, why they cheated, and if their husbands were better off knowing about the cheating. Tony, since he was the only unmarried man in the crowd, figured he didn't have a dog in this fight, so he was concentrating on where he'd get his next piece of nookie when the conversation caught his attention.
"One thing I'm sure of," the speaker was Gil, a man who'd moved into Jones Corners a couple years ago, "My wife would never cheat on me."
"Never say never." Jeff, an old Jones High School buddy of Tony's piped up. "Given the right circumstances, any woman might be tempted. Ain't that right, Tony?"
"I..."
"What makes Tony such an expert on the subject?" Something about Tony rubbed Gil the wrong way. "He ain't even married."
"Maybe not, but he's had more pussy than you and I ever dreamed about." Jeff continued, "For some unknown reason women just seem to go for him."
"Is that true?" Gil's tone was challenging. "You some kind'a ladies man?"
Tony gave the big mouth his full attention. "I do okay in that department, but don't ask me why. There isn't a thing special about me."
Since nobody was feeling any pain, the conversation continued along the 'who can do who' line until Gil and Jeff was getting on each other's nerves. Finally Jeff bragged, "Tony can fuck any woman, if he puts his mind to it."
"Shit," Gil whipped out his wallet and extracted a picture. Throwing it on the table in front of Tony he said, "Think you can get in her panties, big man?"
Shocked, Tony picked up the picture; it was like he was transported back in time. The woman staring at him from the picture couldn't be called beautiful, not with all those freckles and the slight gap between her top teeth, but she was definitely pretty and if she wasn't an older version of Cassie Horton, the girl he'd been crazy about back in college, she was Cassie's identical twin, and he didn't think she had one.
He and Cassie had dated regularly their junior year. He'd never worked so hard to get in a woman's panties with so little success; she'd allow him to get her off with his tongue and fingers, and she'd jack him off in return, but that was it. Not once would she even let him rub his cock on her pussy.
Then after junior year, she'd returned home for the summer and he's never seen her again. He'd had a class with her old roommate, and she'd told him Cassie had married a guy she'd known in high school. Tony wasn't what you'd call heartbroken, but he did wonder what the other fellow had that he didn't—just how could he get her to say yes so quickly, when everything he tried had failed.
After getting word about Cassie's marriage, Tony had set about learning to be better at seducing women. He'd discovered it was amazing what a good looking young guy could do if he had balls enough to try. Since his landlady was handy, and randy, he'd leveled with her about wanting to learn how to please a woman, and under her guidance, he'd developed quickly.
Finally she said he was too much for her and should expand to the younger generation. He did, all the way down to a few high school seniors who'd just turned eighteen, and up to women in their thirties. By the time he walked across the stage to pick up his sheepskin, he felt he could play in the same bedroom league as Don Juan and Casanova.
Working those 'after college years' in the mid-east and other places where the money was as high as the danger, he'd continued to build his seduction skills, his nest egg, and his ability to think quickly.
"What's her name?" He asked, with a perfect poker face, while handing the picture back to her husband. No point in tipping his hand, or pissing off a husband. Some men get awfully touchy around men who'd played with their wife's pussy.
"Cassie. How about it Lover Boy, think you can screw her?"
"Man, that's your wife you're talking about—we shouldn't be discussing something like this."
"Just like I thought, Jeff—your Carolina buddies are all chicken shit. I'll bet your boy here has never fucked a real woman; probably wouldn't know what to do with a woman like Cassie if she was to show it to him." Beer sprayed from Jeff's nose as he almost choked on that one.
Tony got up to leave. Before sliding his chair back under the table he said, "I never heard a Carolina man disrespect his wife like you're doing. You're drunk; maybe you better go home to her and sleep it off."
"I ain't drunk," he slurred his words, "but you're chickenshit. She'd never let anybody but me in her bed."
"I believe you." Tony tried to push past him, but Gil shifted to block his way.
"No sir!" Gil addressed the others. "I'd bet five hundred dollars he can't get my wife in bed." He peeled out five one-hundred dollar bills and threw them in front of Jeff, who reached for his own wallet.
"Hold it, Jeff," Tony sat back down. If I 'm going to lose money, it'll be my money." He held five bills where all could see them. "Before I put my money down, we need to agree to specific conditions. I mean we need it all written down, agreed to and signed."
"Good, 'lesh' get to it." Gil downed his beer and called for another, but the bartender refused to serve him more. He and Tony argued the terms of the agreement, while Jeff wrote it all down and the others cheered them on.
The final result boiled down to Tony having a two weeks to bed Cassie. Gil wouldn't tell her about the bet and wouldn't try to stop Tony from doing anything that Cassie agreed to doing. Proof of success would be a voice recording or a video on Tony's phone. Two weeks from this day they would meet in the same place and Jeff would turn the stakes over to the winner. (They all hung out at Joe's every Saturday night anyway—all except Tony, and he didn't miss many.) Both men signed the agreement and the others witnessed it. Nobody in town knew about Tony dating a girl named Cassie and he decided to keep it like that
As Tony and Jake walked out the door, Tony said, "That's about the most juvenile crap I've heard of. When that idiot sobers up tomorrow, let's see if he has come to his senses and wants to call the whole thing off." After discussing it a few minutes, Jeff agreed that was probably the best thing.
Walking toward their cars they noticed Gil fumbling with his keys trying to unlock his car. He wasn't having much luck, maybe because he was trying to unlock the rear door.
"Come on, Jeff, we can't let him drive in that condition, even if he is a dumbass. Tell you what—you drive him home and I'll follow to bring you back for your car."
It worked better than they could have hoped for; Gil had no problem accepting help from Jeff, whereas he would surely had bowed up like a mule before accepting Tony's help. Tony stayed a couple hundred feet behind, so Gil didn't catch on that Tony was helping. When they pulled into Gil's yard, the front porch light flipped on and a woman came to the steps to meet Gil and Jeff. When she was between the bright porch light and the steps, Tony could see the outline of her body, covered only by a flimsy robe.
Sure looks like the Cassie I knew, he thought, she's still a fine looking lady. Maybe I won't try too hard to talk Gil into dropping that stupid bet. Apparently she didn't have much on under the robe, because when it pulled tight across her body, Tony could see that her legs didn't meet in the crotch. Instead there was a space wide enough for a man's hand to fit.
Jeff disappeared inside, apparently to help her get Gil in bed, giving Tony a chance to study the homestead. They were located far enough off the main road that a passerby wouldn't notice a strange car in Gil's yard. He didn't see any sign of a dog, but there was an eighteen wheeler parked off to the side, indicating Gil must be a truck driver and since a big Continental Van Lines sign was on the sides of both truck and trailer, Tony concluded he was an 'over the road' driver. That would play right in his hands if Gil refused to come to his senses about the bet.
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When Cassie had seen the headlights coming up their driveway, she checked herself in the full length mirror. She was horny, Gil was due to leave the next morning on a six day haul, and she intended to have her itch scratched before he left. Then she noticed the second pair of headlights and began to worry that something was wrong.
