“Yeah, I could tell. You also went back to bed with Tony, obviously. You see, after what happened I could never trust you, or him, ever again.” I said firmly.
“We didn’t do anything last night. He just didn’t feel like going home after what happened. He feels guilty. So do I. I am so sorry Mike. I want to fix our marriage.” She said.
I laughed.
“Very convincing argument, Marissa. You want me to trust you and while you are pleading your case you are laying in bed with another man. In the past, at least your arguments made better sense than this. I’d give up if I were you. I contacted my lawyer earlier and the divorce papers are being written up. Don’t worry, you can have your dream house. I won’t take that from you. Besides, it is spoiled for me. I don’t ever want to set foot in that place again. I’ll be more than fair, though. You can keep all the furniture and belongings. I figure since we kept our finances separate that we can continue to do so. I hope you aren’t expecting alimony, because adultery is not considered a good thing in divorce settlements. You can have all these things if you don’t contest the divorce. If you try and fight it I will take you to court and then I’ll simply sell off everything I get. You get a lot more this way.” I said.
“Why are you doing this, Mike? I never cheated on you before. This affair with Tony is the first and only time this has ever happened, or will ever happen.” She stated firmly.
“Well good for you. It’s too late for me. Too late for “us”. We are done. I expect you to sign the divorce papers today. If you don’t I will bring it up in court about catching your adultery. It would be embarrassing for the both of us, but I suspect even more so for you. Keep a lookout for the Fed Ex guy. I don’t want any excuses. Sign the papers today and return them today.” I said coldly.
“Please, Mike. Don’t do this. You don’t want to lose me. You don’t want to lose Tony.” She said.
I could only pause at her nerve to say such a thing.
“Marissa… I want to say something I’ve been wanting to say to you for the past three months. Fuck You!” I hung up on her.
I felt good inside. Until that moment I was feeling less like a man and more like a punching back. Striking back did more for me then, than it had done in our entire marriage. Marissa might have gotten her way more then she should have during our marriage, but I knew she wouldn’t go against me on the divorce papers. Image was everything to her and for her adultery to get out anymore than it will, would destroy her. I laughed to myself and felt proud of my actions.
I knew the whole thing about Tony staying over because he was too depressed to go home was a blatant lie. They had sex again. Marissa loved sex too much to go without. That should have been my first clue that she was cheating. A part of me always knew, but I didn’t want to be that jealous husband if I was proven wrong. Unfortunately, she proved my suspicions right. I knew once the papers were signed and returned that I would spread the word about Marissa to everyone we knew. I doubt if anyone would not believe me. Even some of her own family seemed to like me better than her. I wouldn’t lower myself to telling her parents. I liked them. I would tell her brothers and sisters simply because I was close to them and they would want to hear my end of it. The few friends she had that I didn’t like I wouldn’t bother with telling. They would take her side anyway, even if confronted with physical evidence. They were that loyal to her.
When my mother returned from upstairs I told her the news and she seemed happy and proud of me. She hugged me and held me for awhile. She told me she had set up the other bedrooms for my sisters, Carmen & Nadine, who would be coming the following two days. Instead of feeling depressed, like I was, I felt happy that my marriage was ending. Marissa had been tough to live with. She was very demanding and always wanted things her way, even if it made no sense.
“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Mom said as she grabbed my hand and led me to the basement.
We went down the stairs with her leading the way and still holding my hand. She seemed excited about something which was good. All this was distracting me anyway, which was a good thing. Mom showed me that she had converted the basement into a movie theater of sorts. Not the kind the very rich have, but the kind of movie setup someone well off had. The screen took up most of one end of a wall. There were lazy-boy chairs spaced out throughout the basement. I noticed a refrigerator and microwave. The whole basement was carpeted. It was amazing and much needed because our family loved movies.
“Mom, when did you do this? This is amazing! It must have cost a fortune.” I said in surprise.
Mom hit a couple of buttons on her remote control and the basement lights dimmed just like in a movie theater. The slats over the small basement window shut and closed out any source of light. The basement was entirely dark as the screen lit up. A movie began to play with the full sound system of a movie theater. Since there were no neighbors nearby, there would be no complaints as well.
“Amazing isn’t it?” She said and smiled at me.
I grabbed her and kissed her on the lips. We laughed like a couple in love for the first time.
“You are amazing, Mom!” I said.
Mom went to the fridge and got us some sodas. We sat down in chairs close to each other. The movie was the recent remake of Boogeyman. I hadn’t seen it before, so it was a good choice. I put the soda can in a holder built into the chair. I leaned it back and put my feet up. Mom did the same. We held hands and watched the movie.
“Ever watch a porn on this thing?” I asked slyly.
She put her hand in my lap roughly and laughed. Obviously, she did. She held her hand on my lap as we sat and watched the movie. I held her hand there as my cock became erect. Mom slowly rubbed up and down on it. She reached into my shorts and grabbed my cock, She pulled it out of my shorts and rubbed it up and down as she watched the movie. I alternated between watching her and watching the movie.
Mom suddenly stood up and got to her knees in front of me and began devouring my cock with her hot, wet, mouth. I laid back and allowed her to crawl up between my legs as she sucked me as if her life depended on it. She slurped and sucked, licked and rubbed my cock and moaned while she did it.
“Do you like it when mommy sucks you?” She asked teasingly.
“Yeah.” I moaned my response.
“Do you like it better than that bitch Marissa?” She asked.
“Oh, God. Yes!” I moaned as she deep-throated me.
Marissa had never done that. She loved sex, but she was not as into giving oral as receiving it. Mom kept sucking me hard and fast. She rarely let my cock escape her mouth. She really enjoyed sucking it, not like some women who pretend to enjoy it, or others who masturbate it as much as suck it. She used her mouth on my cock the whole time except to pause and catch her breath or make the occasional comment.
“Suck me, Mom!” I shouted as I grabbed the back of her head and guided her up and down,
She looked so sexy in her Daisy Dukes shorts and tank top. She was not the type of woman to wear these clothes. Almost every aspect of her screamed Lady in the classical sense. She has always been very feminine and even in these clothes she pulled it off with her hair in a ponytail.
“Do you like that? Do you like your mom being a cocksucker like this?” Mom asked as she slipped the side of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Yes, Mom! I love it. I love when you suck my fucking hard cock like that! It’s hard because of you baby!” I said.
“Oh yeah!” Mom moaned as she unsnapped her shorts and started fingering her pussy with her white silk panties pushed aside.