This is my first short story on Literotica. It is a story mostly told from the perspective of the Cheating Wife who wants to divorce and ruin her husband, but faces an unexpected opponent. Any characters engaged in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Special thanks to Kenji Sato @kenjisato for the edit.
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Emily Rose MacKay screamed 'Fuck Yeah!!!' having sex in the doggy-style position on her marital bed. Her lover had a thick ten-inch cock. Emily was a twenty-nine-year-old beautiful woman, who was five foot nine inches tall with shoulder-length, wavy, blonde hair, thirty-six-inch D-cup breasts, long legs, and a perfect heart-shaped ass. She was almost tall enough to be a model. Emily felt the cock of her lover drill her pussy like a jackhammer tearing up a highway. Her face broke into a huge smile, and she began to pant like 'Poe,' her German shepherd.
Emily was not having sex with Collin MacKay, her husband of ten years and father of their two daughters, Adele, aged ten, and Danica, eight years old. She was a cheating slut, conducting an affair with her boss, who sexually took her to heights she never could reach with her husband.
Emily was an intelligent, ambitious young woman who had graduated from the University of Michigan, with a dual degree in Law and Finance. She was the oldest of twelve children of Andrew Rose, a strict Christian and Baptist minister and Marla Rose, a public defender. Emily had known Collin since kindergarten, growing up in the same neighborhood; the two were friends, but drifted into different social circles.
Emily was beautiful, a cheerleader, popular, and the class valedictorian in stark contrast to Collin, who was a more introverted musician that played guitar and Scottish bagpipes. Emily and Collin never dated in high school, but after graduation, came together in a drunken hook-up at a summer party. Emily became pregnant with Adele, and her parents insisted she be in a 'Godly' marriage to Collin. Collin knew Emily was out of his league, but put his soul into the marriage and won over her family.
Collin, her husband, was five feet ten inches tall, only an inch taller than Emily, with a boyish face, swimmer's body, soft long brown hair, and hazel eyes. Emily at first, was deeply love Collin, who put his Celtic rock musical career on hold to work in construction and care for their daughters, so she could pursue her degree and career. Emily graduated near the top of her class, passed the bar exam, and was highly recruited by dozens of financial services companies and law firms. She chose Northern Financial Services; they were an up-and-coming corporation whose headquarters was close to her family. Northern Financial Services was a brokerage company that managed investments, commercial banking, and retirement pensions for local governments.
Emily interviewed to join their legal department as an attorney who specialized in finance and business law. Emily instantly was noticed by Richard Thicke, the forty-five-year-old chairman and chief executive officer of Northern Financial Services. Richard was six-two, bald, with a neat short beard, muscled arms, but had a slight middle-aged-man belly. Richard exercised daily to overcome the genetics inherited from his mother, Maggie Thicke, a widow who created a gourmet cupcake company. Richard's father had died of a heart attack during a hot dog-eating contest and his four younger brothers all grew up to either be chubby pastry chefs, or video game playing incels.
Richard had never married and was obsessed with being an 'alpha male', having bedded dozens of married female employees. Richard enjoyed cuckolding their husbands, and emasculating them in the eyes of their wives. All that changed when his cock hardened at the first sight of Emily. The intelligent, beautiful, young married woman captivated Richard. Emily was his greatest conquest, and he patiently worked on her for two years.
Emily was smitten and overwhelmed by Richard's strong, dominant, masculine aura, which contrasted with her more laid-back musician husband. Richard's cock was twice the size of her husband and much thicker. Emily had ambitions to be the Northern Financial Services chief legal officer, and to, someday, become a vice-president so she flirted with her boss. Richard seduced Emily a year ago, which was the start of their torrid affair. Richard desired to turn Collin into a cock-cage-wearing cuckold, who that meekly accept a divorce and start a new life as the family slave. Emily urged caution, as Collin's brother, Jaime MacKay, was a local police sergeant and rumored to be a corrupt police officer who took bribes.
Richard and Emily finally, three months ago, decided to bring their relationship into the open and announce their plans to marry each other. Richard did not want to leave his fortune to his four doughball brothers, and wanted a son from Emily to inherit his fortune, while becoming the father figure to her lovely young daughters, Adele, and Danica.
Emily filed for divorce, and took Collin by surprise in a
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we-need-to-talk discussion, with Richard and his massive bodyguard and chauffeur named, Mako, present. Mako forcefully detained a tearful and stunned Collin, while Emily explained she no longer loved him, and that he needed to leave the house.
Richard next arranged for Mako to follow Collin to a music bar he occasionally patronized, rough him up, and inject him with heroin. Collin was found in the alley, then arrested by the police, with over a dozen needles and a small personal-use dosage on his person, planted by Mako, naturally.
All of this was to ensure custody of the girls went to Emily, and not even Jaime MacKay, could make the arrest go away with the police chief. Jaime did convince the district attorney to allow Collin to accept an Alternative Rehabilitative Disposition in a rehab facility that did not go on his permanent record.
Collin was devastated that Emily was cheating and divorcing him; worst of all, a restraining order prevented him from seeing his girls, Adele and Danica. Collin lost his job and was a broken man by the time he was released from rehab. He lived on his brother's basement couch, played sad songs on his acoustic guitar, and unfortunately, soon after, fell sick with pneumonia. Emily had difficulty with Adele and Danica, as neither girl liked Richard, and both wanted their Daddy to come home.
Emily was never going to allow that to happen, as she had fallen in love with Richard's wealth, status, power, and large cock. Collin could never measure up and, at best, become a one-weekend-a-month parent, whose child-support payments did not offset any alimony he received. They wanted Collin impoverished and broken down to agree to becoming a cock-cage-wearing personal cuckold slave.
Emily screamed, "Cum in me, Richard! Make your heir!"
Richard's huge balls smacked on her ass and his cock continued to jackhammer her pussy. He began groaning loudly at the thought of siring a son, and his organism released a river of cum into Emily. Emily screamed like a banshee wailing in the night, and have an intense orgasm, the greatest of her life.
Emily suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, a spasm that caused her vision to blur for a second. The pain passed quickly, and Emily collapsed onto the bed with a smile. Richard roared like a male lion. Emily was positive Richard's had impregnated her, as she was at the peak of her ovulation.
Richard smiled. "In nine months, I will have my prince and heir!"
Emily coyly smirked, "In six months, I will be Mrs. Emily Thicke. We are so close. Nobody can stop us!"
Richard took a shower, kissed Emily, and headed out the front door to return to the office. Poe began barking and growling at Richard as he left, which was strange, as their dog had always been previously friendly to him.
Emily decided to lounge in the bathtub with bath salts to relax her sore muscles and mild headache, until she needed to pick the girls up from school. One advantage of being the CEO's girlfriend was she could make her own hours, and it helped with custody. Emily smiled and dreamily drifted off to sleep as the nearby wall mirror steamed over. Her last thought was a vague notion that her reflection's smile was unusually wicked.
# Later
Emily opened her eyes and notice she was in her silk pajamas in her bedroom. Odd. She did not remember getting out of the bathtub. She looked outside her bedroom window and realized it was late at night. Emily panicked as she realized she must have overslept and missed picking the girls up from school! She hoped the girls would call their grandmother. Emily rushed out of her bedroom down the steps to the foyer where she saw the girls sitting in the family room on their phones, giggling.
Emily sighed in relief, "I am sorry, girls. My nap went too long."
Adele smiled at her mother. "How are you feeling, Mom?"
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Emily responded, "Tired, baby."
Danielle nodded her head. "It is okay, Mom. You looked tired after picking us up from school, taking us to soccer practice, shopping at the outlets, then making us homemade spaghetti and meatballs."
Emily was shocked, as she did not remember doing any of those things. "I thought you girls were going to wait until next year to do soccer, until your father and I work out schedules? I don't think he has his driver's license back yet from the suspension."
Adele and Danica looked at Emily, then smiled to each other in understanding. "You must be very tired, Mom, because you already sent a text message to Daddy about soccer."
Emily looked at her phone and, indeed, she had sent a text message to Collin saying that since he could not drive yet, she took the girls to soccer practice. Emily scrolled through the conversation and was shocked that she ended it, saying, 'feel better' with a heart-love emoji. "Girls, were either of you playing with my phone?"
Adele shook her head. "We don't know your passcode and don't want to get Daddy in trouble for any contact. Hopefully, Daddy won't reply to your text. That judge said we aren't allowed to talk to Daddy, but we asked Uncle Jaime to see how he is doing."
Emily cursed inwardly, as the girls had found a loophole way to check on their father. It was unlikely the restraining order could be extended to Jaime MacKay, either. Emily was a wealthy lawyer and Richard a powerful CEO, but Jaime MacKay was a loose cannon with a badge and a gun. "How is Daddy?"
Adele's eyes narrowed in anger, and a tear ran down her cheek. "Daddy is in the hospital. Uncle Jaime says he has pneumonia but will live."
Emily sadly nodded and put her arms around Danica, who was crying.
Adele shouted, "We can't even go see him, Mom!"
The girls always made Emily feel guilty about what she was doing to Collin. "I know, baby. It was because Daddy was sick from taking those drugs. I want him to get better. I will talk to the judge about removing the restraining order first thing in the morning. In a day or two, Grandma can take you to see Daddy."
Emily, of course, had no intention of getting the restraining order removed, as it gave her leverage in the divorce, but didn't want to be the villain in the eyes of her girls.
