When I Think About Cheatin'

by DG Hear

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Cheating, .

Desc: Sex Story: This is a story about cheating and how a couple deals with it. Jake Rivers and I each took an almost cheating song and wrote a story about it. Hope you enjoy it. Not a lot of sex.

Thank you to Techsan for editing my story and making it a much better read.

Note from Jake Rivers:

DG Hear and I worked together doing the "Back Up Buddy" and "Hey, Joe!" stories and then collaborating on "Wish Me Luck, The Sequel." This was in addition, of course, to our stories in the two writing invitational's I put together on "This Bed of Rose's" and "El Paso."

So we decided to try it again. DG is writing a story based on Gretchen Wilson's great song, "When I Think About Cheatin'" and I am doing one on Tanya Tucker's classic, "Almost Persuaded."

The theme is temptation and how two women deal with it. We hope you enjoy the stories.

Why do so many marriages fail? I read a lot of stories and there are a number of reasons. I went to the Internet to see what a divorce web site had to say. Here was their opinion.

Not all marriages fail for the same reason. Nor is there usually one reason for the breakdown of a particular marriage. Nevertheless, we hear some reasons more often than others.

They are:
Poor communication
Financial problems
A lack of commitment to the marriage
A dramatic change in priorities

There are other causes we see a lot, but not quite as often as those listed above. They are:

Failed expectations or unmet needs
Addictions and substance abuse
Physical, sexual or emotional abuse
Lack of conflict resolution

I realized after reading this list that cheating is a part of almost all of these. It's like which came first - the cheating or the poor communication? The cheating or the financial problems? Cheating or failed expectations? I think you get the idea.

We live in a world where sex is out there 24/7. Drugs, alcohol, immorality, sex is everywhere. Every magazine, almost every television show, the Internet is loaded with it. For a marriage to last, a couple has to work extremely hard at it or accept the consequences. Last I heard fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Second marriages don't fair a whole lot better.

Look! I'm not preaching to you. I'm one of the statistics; my marriage is on its way to ending and I'm still trying to save it. She was the best thing that I ever had and I fucked it up. I was one immature idiot who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

I was married for seven years to my girlfriend from high school. I guess we were too immature to get married in the first place. She got pregnant at eighteen; I was nineteen. Our daughter Stephanie was born and, even though I loved her, I guess I kind of held her responsible for having to get married. How stupid is that? I blamed a little innocent girl for being born. I also blamed her mother for not using protection. I tried blaming everyone but myself.

I found a job in a local factory and did make decent money, thanks to my dad for getting me the job. Diane, my wife, was a sweet woman. She wasn't what you call gorgeous or beautiful but she was like the girl next door, the kind that grows on you. In fact she was the girl next door.

In my junior year of high school her family moved here. We just became friends at first. By our senior year we found out we liked a lot of the same things. We both were going to go to college but the pregnancy ended that thought. For me it was all right. I wasn't book smart to begin with. I was only going because my parents wanted me to go. Diane, on the other hand, wanted to become a nurse.

The first couple years of our marriage were pretty good. I worked and she stayed home and took care of Steph. We had sex all the time. I guess being two young kids it was on our minds all the time. She was a pretty willing participant.

Diane got pregnant with our second child and things seem to change. She was never feeling good and sex was pretty much off the table. In her sixth month of pregnancy, she lost the baby. She really felt bad. I was a still too immature to handle it even though I tried to comfort her. I said something stupid like, "It will be okay; we still have Steph and we can try again for another kid if you want."

God! How dumb can I be? I now realize how stupid and immature I was.

She yelled at me and called me names. Neither of us handled it well. We began to spend more time apart. I would start going out more after work with the guys. I was on the afternoon shift, which meant I didn't get off work till after eleven. Of course we went to bars and I started messing around with other women. Most of them were older bar type women who like younger men. I worked in the factory with a couple of them. Don't get me wrong here. Not all women that work in a factory are looking for guys, but there are some. The first time I took a strange woman to her house and she invited me in, I was a bit nervous.

She started undressing and there was no question in what was about to happen. She undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor and started giving me head. I have to tell you it felt great. This woman knew her way around a cock. When I started fucking her she told me to slow down. We weren't in a race. It was so different from sex with Diane. This woman showed me what to do to make her get off. Of course I enjoyed it too.

I felt bad after leaving her house and headed home to my family. My euphoria ended and I started feeling guilty. I had just cheated on my wife. When I got home Diane was asleep. I took a quick shower to get the sex smell off of me and went to bed. I promised myself that it would be a one-time thing but that only lasted about a month and I was doing it again. After that I was having sex with different women at least once a month or more. I wasn't really sure why I was doing it... I think part of it was getting away with it.

After losing the baby, Diane started night school to become a nurse. Her parents were footing the bill so it wasn't costing me anything. She went to school in the evening and her mom or my mom would watch Steph.

Diane and I argued all the time about me coming home late. She accused me of having affairs but of course I denied it. Then I began wondering about Diane and whether she was being honest with me or whether she was having affairs also.

Diane started exercising regularly also and was dressing nice for school, not necessarily sexy but she was looking pretty good. I had been wondering if she was having affairs. It's funny when I think back about my cheating. I honestly believe that men and women who cheat on their spouses are more paranoid that their spouses are cheaters also.

I watched Diane's movements and actions all the time. I went on the computer and checked the web sites she went on and e-mails to see if she was being faithful to me. How stupid is that? I was being unfaithful and making sure she wasn't.

We didn't go out together very often, but when we did I always kept my eye on her. I watched who she talked to and if she spent time with anyone in particular. I'd have too much to drink and almost accuse her of having an affair. She would yell and scream back at me whenever we got into an argument. She wasn't afraid to speak up but at the same time she could be this warm, gentle human being that was growing on me.

When Steph was five years old and started school I switched to the day turn. I was there in the evenings to watch her while Diane went to school. I began to love this little girl. I mean really love her. I looked forward to getting home to play with her and take her to the park. In her earlier years she was just a cute baby who ate and cried. Of course I had strong feelings for her because she was my daughter but now I realized how much she meant to me. She was my flesh and blood. I helped make her.

I felt bad not being a bigger part of her life since her birth. I realized we only go around once and I had wasted those first few years. Steph didn't care about the past, she just liked being with me now. I'd pick her up from school and we would eat out at some burger joint or order in a pizza whenever Diane had school.

Diane and I got along but we always seemed to argue. After one big argument I walked out and went to the bar. The cause of the argument was that she didn't come home after school. Instead she said she went out with her friends just like I always do with my friends.

Of course as I mentioned, I would go find an easy fuck so of course I applied the same actions to Diane. I accused her of having an affair. The shit hit the fan. She threw her books at me and I walked out the door. I went to the bar and picked up this bar sleaze that I knew would spread her legs if I just bought her a few drinks. We left together and I went to her apartment. It was a whole in the wall a couple of doors down from the bar.

She took off her skirt and I went right to fucking her. Her pussy was sloppy wet and all I wanted to do was get even with Diane for what I thought was cheating on me. This woman meant absolutely nothing to me. I just fucked her hard. I didn't care if it hurt her. I was thinking about Diane fucking someone at the time and my jealousy was all that was on my mind.

I looked up and at the door there stood Diane with tears running down her face.

"You fucking worthless bastard. I knew you were cheating on me for years but I can't believe you were willing to give up your family for this slut. You fucking son-of-a-bitch. I'm going to a lawyer tomorrow and apply for a divorce. If you show up at my door tonight, I'll blow your fucking head off with your own gun."

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