Anniversary Cheating

He sat nursing a steaming mug of black coffee. He wasn't hungover. Just knackered from no sleep. He kept glancing at the red envelope stood up against vase of flowers in the middle of the table, his stomach dropping each time his eyes fixed on the words "To: my wonderful wife" which he had crossed through.

She hesitantly walked into the kitchen wearing her red silk kimono that she wore when she wanted sex, her eyes constantly scanning her husbands face, not sure what he was going to say.

"Good morning my love." She said cheerily. "Happy Anniversary".

As she leaned down to kiss him he moved away, avoiding her lips, causing her to flinch. He had never, ever, refused a kiss.

He said nothing.

"Not still being silly about yesterday evening are you? You are acting like a spoiled child. I'm sorry if I didn't pay you as much attention as you think I should have done, but Steve was our guest, and he was alone."

"No." He said quietly. "He was your guest, and he was alone because he and Madge split up 6 months ago. And you knew that when you invited him"

A look of concern flashed across her face as she saw for the first time that things weren't going to be resolved as she first thought. But she knew that he loved her above all else and any minor indiscretion she might have committed would soon be forgotten, especially after she got him into bed and between her legs. And after all it was a minor indiscretion wasn't it. She had wanted an evening of excitement. She had wanted to try a big cock for once, not that her darling husband didn't satisfy her, but she had never had a big cock. And it wouldn't happen again.

"Don't be silly. How could I have known?"

"Because Steve told you three months ago, not long before he sent you a photo of his "big" cock."

She looked shocked. He was guessing. How could he know? But then he pulled her phone out of his dressing gown pocket and showed her. She felt the colour drain from her face. He must have taken her phone when he stormed off last night.

"I don't know why he sent that photo. It was disgusting and I certainly didn't want to see it."

"But you didn't delete it did you." He said his voice cold and hard. "And you replied, and I quote "Wow. That's a beauty.".

"Please my love. I can see that you are upset and I really am very sorry. I meant nothing by it. Let’s just forget about last night and enjoy our anniversary. It is our 50th after all. Look, come back to bed. I missed you last night."

She slid her kimono down her arms and dropped it on the floor. That had always worked in the past.

He looked at her. Appraising her wonderful full breasts with their ever puckered nipples, her slim waist and her wide hips that he had always thought made her the sexiest woman alive. But not today.

"I see you shaved your cunt for him."

How could she have been so stupid. Of course he would see that straight away. But it slowly dawned on her that that in itself it would have been a minor thing, unless he suspected that she had cheated on him.

"I did not shave it for him." She blustered. "I shaved it for you!"

"Was that after we had had the discussion about how I didn't want you to shave your cunt?"

"How dare you use that word to me! You know I hate it." She yelled becoming increasingly concerned that things were not going her way.

He stood and walked away.

"And please don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

"You are not talking you are yelling. I called it a cunt because whores sluts and cheating wives have cunts and only ladies and faithful married women have pussies. So you have a cunt."

She felt her world slide, as for the first time in their marriage she heard the hard voice of a man who no longer cared for her, could no longer be tempted into their marital bed to soothe and heal their minor arguments.

He left her still yelling and enjoyed a long hot shower. He walked back into the kitchen half an hour later pulling his suitcase.

"Why have you got your suitcase?" she said, her voice catching.

"Because after you have been given the chance to say your piece I am leaving.”

Her face blanched and tears streamed down her face.

He passed her his anniversary card.

"Here is the card that I stupidly bought for you."

Her face crumpled when she saw that he had crossed through the usually loving message on the envelope. When she opened and read the card however she sobbed.

The message should have read "To my loving wife. Thank you for being my love and my friend. I look forward to our future years together."

Instead it had been altered in big bold letters to read: "To my cheating wife." The next sentence had been crossed through. "I look forward to our divorce."

"David please don't be so silly." She sobbed "Just because I didn't dance with you last night. I've said I'm sorry. What more can I do or say. This is absolutely ridiculous."

"Well you can start by not lying to me. Let’s start at the beginning shall we? Did you get me an anniversary card? As you have said, it is our 50th after all."

Her sobs grew louder.

"No." She whispered.

"Strike one.

You knew that I had arranged last evenings dinner and dance as a special celebration didn't you"

"Yes."

"And yet you were happy to invite Steve along despite it being our 50th."

"Yes but only because we have been friends with Steve and Becky for so long and I thought that you would enjoy their company."

"But you knew that they had split up."

"I'm sorry David. I didn't think it through."

"Of course you did. You thought it all through. You planned the whole evening from start to finish without once thinking or caring about me and my feelings. You wanted a bigger cock than your pathetic little hubby had, and you knew just where to get it and when." He felt his anger rising and paused for breath.

"Oh David how can you think that I would do something like that?"

"Because, sadly its true. Let's talk about the evening shall we? The dinner was fine except for the fact that you effectively ignored me for the entire time.

And then the dancing. Steve asked for the first dance and instead of saying no and taking me to the floor, you took his hand, looked lovingly into his eyes and walked off. You didn't apologise to me, or make any sort of excuse, you just walked off without even looking back.

After 40 minutes of sitting alone and becoming increasingly pissed off I decided that I was going home as I was clearly not wanted, let alone needed. I went to look for you to tell you and found you with your arms wrapped around Steves neck, your tongue firmly lodged in his mouth and his hand gripping your buttocks as he pulled your cunt onto his crotch."

"No that's not true! He had just told me about his split, which is why we hadn't come back to the table, I was trying to comfort him and I kissed him on the cheek."

"Oh so is that why you then grabbed him by his very clearly erect cock and dragged him off the dance floor?"

"Oh don't be so damn ridiculous. You are imagining things."

Her sobs became louder as he showed her the video that he had taken on his phone, her with her dress still tucked up at the back, her hand gripping Steves cock and the clear look of lust on her face. He had seen that look a million times and knew what it meant.

"I didn't bother looking for you after that. I just decided to go home and pack, so I called our limo driver and arranged to meet him outside in 30 minutes after I had finished my huge shot of whisky.

I was just putting my jacket on to leave when low and behold who should come running over but my dear little wifey, lipstick smudged and bed hair. And what did you say? "And where do you think you are going?" And when I told you and why, you told me not to be so silly and tried to kiss me. That's when I smelt his cum on your breath. My heart broke. Not only had you just sucked off another man on our anniversary, you had let him cum in your mouth. And the worst part? You have only ever given me a dozen blow jobs in all the time we have been married, but you have never, ever, made me cum in your mouth. Too disgusting apparently.

And what about the very expensive lingerie that I bought you for our special evening? Did I get to see it? No, because you hid away in the bedroom to put it on so that I wouldn't see you had shaved your cunt. The only part that I got to see until later that night was your panties. You know, the ones that you put in your handbag. The ones where the crutch was so wet you could have wrung them out. These." He said dropping them on the table." They were clearly still wet and very soiled.

At least she had the decency to be embarrassed. Her cheeks reddened as she looked to the floor and sobbed.

"Do you know that I waited for over and hour and a half for you to come home with lover boy Steve. An hour and a half. You were clearly worried about our relationship, our marriage which is why you rushed home."

"But you took the car. We had to get a taxi."

"You could have fucking walked home in an hour you lying slut." He yelled, his patience exhausted. She flinched. She had never seen him so cross so utterly dejected and in that moment she realised that she had hurt him beyond repair. And worse was to come.

"And when did Steve go home?" he asked quietly after a few moments.

"He went home when we got back to the house. He knew things between us were a little strained, so he wanted to go." She answered, her face ashen. “Why didn't you let me into our bedroom. The door was locked. I kept knocking but you didn't answer. So I went and slept in the spare room.”

“I didn’t want to face you until I had calmed down. But just one question - who was it that was fucking you in the spare room then. I know it was you in there because I recognised the really expensive lingerie that someone who once loved you bought. But who was the man whose cock you gripped between your legs and put against your arse hole before saying "Go on Steve but go slowly I've never been fucked in the arse before." I know it wasn't me."

He caught her as she passed out.

When she eventually came to she burst into tears and covered her face.

"I am so, so sorry. I know that I have hurt you, but truly it meant nothing. It was just sex. You know that before you there was only one other man, and I wanted to feel the excitement of being with another, being wooed, of being chased."

"And fucked with a bigger cock than mine." He added icily.

"But my love it wasn't anything special." She sobbed "You know I love your cock. It fits perfectly. He was just someone with a big cock pounding me. It meant nothing. Please let me make it up to you please. Let me show you how much I love you. We can make this right. We can."

He said nothing as she sobbed, her chest heaving and shaking making her big tits wobble, reminding him how sexy she was, of how much he had once loved her.

"How did you record that awful scene?" she quietly asked after a while.

"You mean the scene of you fucking another man in our house, of you sucking another man's cock whilst your husband was in our bedroom, of you taking a cock up the arse which wasn't your husband and who was always refused that act of love? I found the security camera we bought but haven't yet put up. And the benefit is that it’s all in glorious HD, so I can watch your anus stretch to accommodate him."

"Oh don't!" She screeched. "How much did you watch?"

"All of it." He said quietly. "Every single thrust, every single suck, every single wank of your lovers’ cock. And the benefit of modern technology is that I could hear everything. Absolutely fucking everything." He said sourly.

"I didn't enjoy it. You've got to believe me. I was thinking of you all the time."

His laugh was bitter and harsh.

"So how come I heard you orgasm three times, once when he had his cock jammed up your backside. And how come when you were showing him out like a good little housewife you told him that you had just had the sex of a lifetime. That you loved his big cock. Mmmmmm."

"I didn't say anything like that." She retorted. "I wouldn't. I love you."

"You forgot about the video doorbell didn't you." He said sadly.

Her renewed sobs echoed about the kitchen as he played the recording, knowing that her marriage was over.

"Now this is the interesting part. Listen." He paused the recording. "I said fucking listen!" he shouted.

He restarted the recording, and they listened to the parting conversation between Steve and his ever loving wife.

"Will you be OK?"

"Oh yes. No problem. I will suck him off in the morning, which will be a rare treat as I don't normally suck his cock, and it will be fine. He loves me and he will forgive me anything. He's sulking in our bedroom at the moment and won't have a clue that you have just fucked my brains out." They heard her giggle.

"You've never had a cock like mine have you?"

"No."

"You loved it didn't you?

"Yes. It felt huge as you pushed it into me. My pussy has never been so stretched out. I will probably have to make excuses for the next couple of days so that I'm not too lose or too sore for him."

"What, pencil penis? Surely not."

He laughed and then there was silence as the two kissed.

"And did you hear that?" David asked.

"What?"

"This." He said rewinding the recording to silence after "pencil penis.

"What. I can’t hear anything." She said.

"Exactly!" said David angrily.

"You said nothing. Nothing at all. No defence of the size of my cock, my love making, my overwhelming, blinding love for you. Nothing you slut."

He sat back at the table and typed away on his laptop as she pleaded to be forgiven. It was the booze. It was Steves fault. It was an aberration. It would never happen again.

He stood up, put his coat on and grabbed the handle of his suitcase.

"The lies that you have told me today are unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. I didn't think that you could ever be so cruel. I willingly gave you 53 years of my life and you threw it away to fuck a bigger cock. SLUT." He yelled making her jump.

"I now wonder how many more times you fucked a strange cock behind my back. How many others have been up your arse. How many other men you have sucked off and let cum in your slutty mouth."

"None." She shouted. "None! I have been faithful throughout our marriage. Truly. Believe me. This was a one off. Surely you can forgive me this one mistake. Please."

He ignored her.

"I have emailed the girls to let them know that I am leaving you and why. Had you not lied to me throughout I would have left it at that, but knowing what a consummate liar you are and how you can twist the truth I have sent them a copy of the video doorbell recording so that they will know what an absolute slut you are. I have also told them that I would like them to take a DNA test for which I will pay.

I have told them where I am going and that they are not to tell you. Do not make them choose between us by asking them.

I will not be speaking to you ever again so just talk to my solicitors who will be in touch.

I have kept the recording of you fucking Steve and have sent a copy to Madge just in case she needs it for the divorce. If I ever hear that you have been anything but nice about me I will send a copy of the recording to all of your friends, your work colleagues and anyone else I can think of. Is that clear?"

Through the sobs and tears he heard "Yes." As he walked out of the door.

"Oh and by the way the reason that Steve and Madge split? He has an STD so you had better get yourself checked and book a regular check up because that's what whores need to do."

Her wails as he left the house seemed to reverberate around the close. It would probably not be that long before the news of his departure and her betrayal spread, but it would be years before his tears stopped and his heart healed.