I think I can safely say that every possible scenario has been covered in LW on how a wife was caught cheating, from the strange car in the driveway and to seeing her with her lover on a traffic camera. We can also toss in the PI and wiring the house for video and audio and a GPS on her car. Of course there's all the banking things to do and finally the confrontation and divorce.
Maybe all that's left is the circumstances, as varied as they can be.
I'm a sucker for the husband getting past the cheating wife and living happily after, probably because it happened to me in real life. With all that said, here's another one.
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It's Friday night and I'm on my way home. Emily, my secretary and right hand, and I spent the entire day making decisions. We were both suffering from brain drain. Things were happening fast. We had new contracts coming and production was going full bore. It's been a long week and I'm looking forward to taking a shower, grabbing a brew and holding my recliner down.
"Honey, I'm home."
"I'm in the bedroom."
I walk in and see her sitting in front of her dresser. She's carefully putting on her make up. She's wearing black lace bikini panties and a matching lace bra. I don't remember seeing them before.
"Wow, babe. Nice outfit. That's new, isn't it?"
"Yes. I bought them just for tonight."
"All right, where we going?"
"We're not going anywhere. I'm going out to dinner."
"Ah, I see. A girls night out?"
"No. I'm meeting someone I met at work. He asked me out to dinner."
I fell myself take a couple of steps back and everything went white. It's like someone switched my brain off. The next thing I know I'm sitting in my recliner with the remote in my hand.
I see movement out of the corner of my and I turn my head. Bits and pieces of my surroundings are coming through the fog. My wife is standing there looking at me. She's dressed for an evening out. A little black dress with a lot of cleavage showing. The hemline is at about mid thigh and her legs are encased in black hose. On her feet are five inch heels. I just sit there looking at her.
"I don't know how late I'll be. Don't wait up for me."
I see her lips move but the sound doesn't register on my brain. I don't know how long I sat there before the fog started to clear. Everything looks familiar but the house feels empty.
Then realization hit me. My wife of more than twenty years had just walked out the door to 'have dinner' with some guy. No discussion; just walked out. Did she really think it would be fine with me. Did she really think I would just sit there at home and wait for her to come back. I didn't remember saying anything to her.
I feel a cold empty feeling forming in my chest. It's slowly growing bigger and bigger. Then the anger and a rush of adrenaline hits me. I hear screaming and realize it's me. My fists are clenched, ready to strike out, but there's nothing there to hit. I recognize it as the fight or flight response. I can't fight so flight is my only option. Where will I go. What do I need to take with me. I need money and clothes. The 'where' I'll figure out later.
I find myself standing in the kitchen. Why am I here. I stand a moment and then slowly take off my wedding ring. I laid it on the table. I think about leaving a note but gave it up quickly. This will say it all.
I go in the garage and get out two big suitcases and my valpac. With everything I could think of packed I go in the garage and put it all in my car. I go in my office and pack up all my files, my laptop and my phone charger. I click the garage door opener and back out. I click it again and drop the remote on the driveway. I won't be needing it again. I drive away with my hands gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles are white.
I reach in my pocket and pull out my money clip. It looks like I had about fifty or sixty dollars. I stop at a mini market and take the max I can get from an ATM machine.
I find a Motel 6 near my office building and check in. As I come out of the office, I see a Denny's across the street and realize I haven't eaten since breakfast. I decide to see if I can keep some food down. My stomach is tied up in knots but I have to try.
A young blonde in her traditional Denny's suit walks up. Her name tag says: 'Mona.'
"Hi, what can I getcha?"
"Hi, Mona, let's start with a cup of coffee."
She comes back with my coffee and I order a Patty Melt and a side of fries.
It tastes like cardboard but I manage to get most of it down. One refill of coffee later, I pay and leave. I left Mona a dollar tip.
I go to my room and click on the TV. I lie down with my head on the arm rest. I lie there feeling sorry for myself till I fell asleep.
The next morning, I decide I'll escape for a while and go to our cabin up in the mountains. I need some time to think. I call the office and leave a message for Emily telling her I'm taking a few days off and that she can call me if something comes up that she can't handle.
On my way out of town I stop at a supermarket. I buy a case of Bud lite and a dozen TV dinners. There's a liquor store next door and I buy a bottle of Lord Calvert. I hope it will help thaw out the cold spot in my gut.
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After turning on the main breaker I stash the TV dinners in the fridge. While my Direct TV console was booting up I take all the dust covers off the furniture. I find the remote and click it. Nothing. I dig around in the junk drawer and find some batteries. I finally get the TV on. I need something to keep me from my random thoughts. I've had enough of that on the trip up here. I change into some sweats and sit in my recliner. CNN is interviewing a police chief about the latest mass shooting. The Fox News talking heads are losing their shit because the FBI wouldn't charge Hillary concerning her e-mails, and MSNBC is interviewing the relatives of those killed in the mass shooting. I switch to the movie channels.
I go to the fridge and get a six pack and my square bottle. I set them on the coffee table in front of me. Three swigs of hard stuff and a can of beer get me well on the way. Three more and another can of beer and the darkness takes over. The cold spot and the anger is gone.
Tina
I told Don not to wait up for me, but he just sat there looking at me. I thought, OK, I can handle the silent treatment. Maybe he'll want to talk when I get back. It will be his choice. He won't stay silent forever. He will be hurt, but we'll work our way through it and everything will be just fine. He will know that he's the love of my life and I'll be the perfect wife for the rest of our lives. I turn and walk out the door.
As soon as I pull out of the driveway I thought about Jason. The anticipation of what we going to happen hits me. Just like Jan had said. He'll eat my pussy and fuck me to the most wonderful orgasms possible. My nipples tingle and I can feel my pussy getting moist.
By the time I get to the hotel my pussy is wet and my nipples are hard and tingling. I park and go up to the front desk. I see Jason is standing there, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hi, Tina. You certainly look beautiful tonight."
"Why, thank you, Jason."
He reaches out, takes my hand and leads me into restaurant. The host seats us and the wine steward appears. He orders some champagne.
"I must say, Tina. I've been looking forward to this evening. I'm so glad you agreed to meet with me."
"I have been too. Dinner and dancing is always high on my list of a nice way to spend and evening."
He leans over and kisses me. Of course I return it.
"It's going to get a lot nicer later on. I guarantee it."
We have a nice dinner and the host seats us near the dance floor. Jason doesn't waste any time. The band starts a slow set and he pulls me to the floor. He pulls me into his arms and sweeps me around the floor. He's an excellent dancer and it seems like we're floating on a cloud. He slowly pulls me closer and closer till I feel his cock against my stomach. I can tell it's huge. My pussy tingles and gets a little wetter at the thought of it stretching my pussy out. Three songs later we're back at the table. Another bottle champagne appears and our glasses are filled. We have light conversation punctuated with kisses. I'm getting hotter and hotter.
"Let's go up to my room and have another drink."
I just smile as he helps my up from the table. He signs for the tab and leads me to the elevators. He stands behind me as the doors close. Immediately his arms go around me and he cups my breasts. He rubs my nipples through my dress and bra. I turn my head and kiss him on the neck. He pulls my dress up and slowly slides my panties down my legs. They fall around my feet and I step out of them. He tucks the hem of my dress in so I'm exposed from the waist down. He kicks my panties into the corner.
"You won't be needing these. Let's leave them here."
I walk beside him, his finger in my pussy curled up touching my G spot. My pussy juice is running down the inside of my thighs. We get to the door and he turns me. Our lips meet and his tongue slides over my lips. His tongue slides in my mouth and another finger goes in my pussy. I groan at the intense feelings the sweeping through me.
The door to the room closes and we are at each others clothes. He picks me up and carries me to the bed and falls beside me. Out lips meet, my legs intertwined with his. I finally get a chance to see his cock. It's the biggest I have ever seen. It must be nine inches long and very thick. I grab it with both hands and just look at it.
"Oh my god, Jason."
"It's all yours tonight, Tina. All yours."
"You're going to have to take it easy with me. I've never had anything that big in me."
"Trust me. We'll just go nice and easy. You're gonna love it once we get going."
I move down for a closer look. The big blue veins are pulsing before my eyes and I can feel his heartbeat. I kiss it and lick the little pearl up. I milk it a little and his precum runs down my fingers. I rub it all around the head and kiss it again. It's impossible for me to take it in my mouth so I just lick and kiss it.
He grabs me by my hip bones and rolls me on my back.
