Authors Note: Here is a new series for your reading pleasure..
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I walked in the door to the house my wife (Marissa) and I shared. I was in a happy mood. I just received a bigger raise then I expected at work. Not only that but an annoying co-worker quit because he felt he deserved the promotion I got. Funny how I put in five years at this job and this sucker walks in off the street, and is getting paid almost the same as me. I felt happier then I could say that he quit on the spot. More work would get done without him then with him.
I was anxious to share my happiness with my wife Marissa. I knew she was home sick from work for a few days so I thought I would give her a surprise.
I chuckled to myself as I looked at the dozen long-stemmed roses. I have always been romantic like that. I didn’t need a special holiday like Valentine’s Day, to spoil the woman I loved. Hoping this would cheer her up and pick up our dragging love life. (I couldn’t figure out what was wrong). I took off my work shoes and placed them in the closet. I also took off my suit coat and tie and hung them up in the closet.
I quietly began to make my way up the steps in my dress socks. I was careful to take my time on the carpeted stairs to avoid making any noises. I didn’t want to give away my surprise until I got in the room. I heard a few moans as I made my way up the long, winding, staircase. I shrugged to myself. Marissa must be sicker then she let on. I heard her moaning like this before when she had pneumonia, but at least this time I didn’t hear the awful coughing sounds. As I arrived at the top of the stairs I paused for a moment. It didn’t sound as if she were as sick as I began to think she was. This might’ve been a good sign for our sex life.
As I paused at the top of the steps I began to think back to the last time we made love. I was amazed to realize that it had been three whole months! I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never been a pushy guy, but how could I allow my beautiful wife to deny me for that whole time? I glanced down at the roses. I continued to remember her denial that I had done anything wrong, but women will sometimes deny things even when there are issues in a marriage. I felt like I had to have done something, even without my knowledge, that made her so standoff-ish the past three months. I shook my head not knowing what I could have done.
Reality came back to me as I was staring at the roses. I heard her moans behind the bedroom door. She must really have been sick. I looked down at the roses one last time before reaching for the doorknob and turning it.
“Well if anything can make her forgive me or heal our love life roses can.” I thought to myself and smiled never forgetting my wife’s love of roses.
My smile faded as the door swung wide and I saw what was causing my wife’s moans. She was riding my supposed best friend Tony. He was feeling up her breasts and she road him. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat that made me think this was not the first time they did this today.
“I’m going to cum!” Tony shouted out.
“Cum inside me baby!” Marissa screamed.
I stared at the two speechless. Neither were aware of my presence as they were lost in passion. My heart sank. How could my best friend and wife do this to me? Why? I’ve been nothing less then romantic with my wife. I treasured her. Treated her like a queen. I gave her everything she asked for and more. And Tony. My best friend since high school. He just moved back to our area from a bigger city three months ago. Then it hit me. Three months. The same amount of time Marissa has claimed to not be in the mood for sex.
I remembered back to our welcome home party for Tony. It was just the three of us. An intimate affair at our house. It was the first time beside the wedding that Tony had seen my wife and the two were being friendly with one another. Strike that. I realize now they were being flirtatious. Not overly so. But subtle enough that I didn’t recognize it until remembering it while staring at them fucking.
Marissa screams out with her orgasm which sounds like a multiple one. A minute later Tony moans as he fills her with his cum.
I shook my head and blinked as a few tears clouded my vision. Why? That’s all I could think. I have always been faithful to Marissa. Despite a few women at work who flirted with me on more then one occasion I kept true to the woman I loved. I always reminded myself that cheating wasn’t worth it. Why lose something you worked so hard for and loved more then anything for momentary pleasure?
A sarcastic voice inside my head said “Well she did it, you idiot! Why did you turn down those women who threw themselves at you at work?”
Maria my lovely secretary who flirted with me constantly. She always hinted that she didn’t like Marissa, but I never knew why. I always chalked it up to jealousy or acting like she was jealous. Now I had to wonder if Maria sensed Marissa’s betrayal of me.
Catherine the beautiful blond who looked like a real life barbie, but had a degree in Psychology and a sense of humor as cool as any male friend of mine. She has made it clear if I ever got divorced she would be first in line to help soothe my hurt.
Janet a stunning brown haired secretary of my boss. She had tried to steal me away from Marissa during the year we were engaged before getting married. Janet claimed to have been heartbroken by my marriage. She also made it clear that she wouldn’t lose hope that I would one day leave Marissa for her.
Well you got the point. There were a few others who flirted with me. Some were serious, some must have been joking. I mentally beat myself up for a moment thinking of all the opportunities. All the lost moments of passion I could have had with these beautiful women. And for what? I had to be loyal to a cheating slut.
Anger washed over me. I blinked away two more tears.
“No more tears for this woman!” I thought to myself.
“Well, looks like you are finally in the mood!” I shouted out.
Marissa opened her eyes and gasped. She fell off of Tony like a child falling off their bike for the first time.
“Wha….. Mike!” She screamed.