This story deals with a cheating wife, no cuckolding, but it also contains degrading dialog. If that isn't your thing stop reading here:
Raveena is a stunning woman who is widely recognized as the most attractive person in our town. She is only 27 years old and has already gained a reputation for her beauty. Despite being a former beauty queen, she opted not to pursue modeling due to her distinct physical features. It's evident that she captivates the hearts of men of all ages, as many openly express their admiration for her, often to my face on a regular basis.
My wife possesses a striking presence, standing tall at 5'6" with flowing brown wavy hair. Her facial features are exquisite, and her flawless skin enhances her beauty. She has long, athletic legs and generously proportioned breasts that are a remarkable B cup in size with dainty pink nipples.
In addition to her captivating charms, my wife is highly intelligent and accomplished. She has a degree in social work and is currently employed at a local agency. Given her experiences, she has become adept at navigating encounters with persistent individuals. However, there are times when she relies on me to provide support, which I failed to do this one time.
For our first anniversary dinner, we decided to indulge ourselves at one of the finest restaurants in town. We took the opportunity to dress up for the occasion, and my wife looked absolutely stunning in a lovely black dress that accentuated her incredible legs and remarkable cleavage.
While receiving the ticket stub from the parking meter, I glanced up and witnessed an unexpected sight: my alluring wife being embraced by Coach Lowe, the notorious figure in our small football town. Coach Nathaniel Lowe had served as the Head PE teacher and football coach for as long as I could remember. Throughout his tenure, he had garnered a reputation as a womanizer, being associated with multiple wives and scandals. Despite his personal endeavors, the football team continued to achieve victories, keeping his position protected.
I exchanged a cordial greeting with Coach Nathaniel Lowe and employed a firm handshake to separate my wife from his grasp. He inquired if our outing was a significant occasion, to which I shared that it was our anniversary.
"Really? One year already?" he exclaimed. "Allow me to buy you both a drink." While assertively guided us to the bar, displaying his usual forceful demeanor. Raveena fixed me with an intense gaze, but all I could do was shrug in response.
The restaurant was quite busy and I had asked the waitress for a table of two and she informed me that she would let me know when it was ready.
Meanwhile we indulge in a few drinks with the coach while making small talk with him, asking him if there was any special lady in his life even though I already knew the answer. He just preferred to have sex with women and keep going about his day, nothing more nothing less.
After about 15 minutes the hostess told us that our table was ready. We bid farewell to the Coach. He extended his hand to shake mine which I reciprocated and wished for our anniversary night to go amazingly. He then proceeded to surprise me by pulling my wife in with another embrace, during which his hand ventured towards her rear end and a peck on her cheeks which in turn caused her to blush. Little did I know this interaction planted a seed inside of Raveena's head.
About a week later I ran into the coach when picking up my son from school.
"Hey, your wife works as a social worker right?" The coach asked while approaching me.
"Yeah she does, why do you ask?" I responded.
"We got this kid on the team who's having trouble with his foster parents, ran away and hasn't been back there in awhile. I wanted to see if we could do something about finding him a better home because the kids a star. I'd hate for him to go down the wrong path just because of trouble at home. You know how these kids are when they end up on the street," the coach explained to me.
"Oh right I understand. Yeah you can go down to the office and ask her. I'm sure she'll be more than willing to help out," I answered him back before parting ways with him and heading back home.
Over the next few days the coach and Raveena worked very closely to resolve the situation with the boy and his foster family. Friday evening my wife was dressed in her usual work attire which confused me seeing that she had already finished working for the day.
"Oh hey hun, I found some possible suitors for the foster kid and I wanted to go over it with Nathaniel and let him know they're all great families the boy can choose from," Raveena informed me.
Her using just his first name didn't go unnoticed by me.
"Oh that's wonderful babe, I'm glad you were able to find the boy a home you're an amazing person," I answered back.
She just smiled back as she began putting her notes into her briefcase.
"What time do you think you'll be back?" I asked.
"Hmm, I'm not sure you can order dinner without me just in case I'm gone too long," she answered back before giving me a quick kiss on the lips before hurrying out the door.
Raveena arrived at the coach's house and knocked on the door.
"Hey baby, come on in" he answered while giving her a peck on the cheeks.
Raveena blushed and entered the house and took a seat on his couch. He brought them wine as they went over the prospects for the foster boy. As the night dragged on they continued drinking wine well past the conclusion of them agreeing on the suitable home for the boy. Raveena admired the fact that he was taking so much time to make sure the boy found a good home.
They began speaking about the coach and his football career prior to coaching and how an injury kept him from going pro so he resorted to coaching instead since he was so knowledgeable in that field. She found out he slept with the whole cheerleading team and their moms during his playing days and even now he's still hooking up with some of the moms of the players on the teams.
"How does that even happen? Aren't they all married?" Raveena asked curiously.
"Yeah they are married but they just want something their husbands can't provide for them," the coach answered back with a smirk.
