AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my contribution to the 750 word stories. Hope you enjoy.
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I had the perfect wife. We loved each other with a passion sometimes that burned but always stayed well lit. All significant matters were discussed before decisions were made. Carolyn was an attractive woman who liked to look good more so I would be proud of her than to entice other men's attention. Our love life was excellent. I did not feel satisfied unless she had an orgasm each time.
So, what happened? I had everything in a wife and marriage, but I wanted more. Why? Greed? Selfishness? Arrogance? I think it was the need for conquest. Part of the pleasure I had ever received in bedding a girl was the quest to make the conquest and to take the prize: her pussy. Each conquest was only satisfying for a while, no matter how good the sex. There was always the next conquest possibility. That's not what I used as a rationalization when I decided to cheat on my perfect wife.
It would just be sex. I love my wife and will not do anything that would detract from our marriage. I will not only make sure I make myself available as much as ever, I will take the new techniques in love making I learn and make my and Carolyn's sex life better. Standard cheater's guidebook material.
What if I were to get caught? Same old justifications. I will be too careful to get caught. But if I did, I would apologize. None of it was her fault. I would say I still love her and only her. I will stop. I can't lose her. I would beg for her to give me another chance. Punish me however you wish. And then she would give in and I would cool it, at least for a while.
I joined a bowling league as a substitute. At first, I would stay and watch the team bowl even if a substitute was not needed. Then I started going over to the bar next door. It was pretty well known as a pick-up place for affairs. A place where the women were not attractive until at least three beers. A couple of times in the backseat of my car. I went home, told my wife I was tired from bowling, I smelled like beer because all bowlers drank, and I needed a shower before bed. By then I could usually get it up another time if she wanted to have sex. I got away with it.