Not So Fast, Buster

by Daghda Jim

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

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: All Bob wanted was to get something out of his marital mess, but Alice saw right through him. But then she joined in on his plan to gobsmack their adulterous spouses. And then she decided she wanted to stick it to her louse of a spouse, Ted. And then...

Bob Bondurant knocked on the door of the house of the man who was cuckolding him.

He knew the name of the woman who answered the door, although he had never met her. She was Alice Lapham. She was married to Ted Lapham. Ted was his wife Carole's boss and lover.

He introduced himself to the petite brunette and asked if he could come in. Dubious, Alice was not inclined to let this polite stranger in, until the last name rang a bell. "Just a moment. Did you say Bondurant? Carole Bondurant is my husband's secretar..." Her voice faltered. "Oh my."

He saw an awareness, a look, a sadness come over her pretty face.

"Yes. I'm Carole's husband. I think you can guess why I'm here."

Alice hesitated, then stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. She led him into a living room and seated herself on a large soft easy chair. Bob sat down on the couch opposite. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news," he began, "But I've been bottling this up inside me for several weeks now.

"I decided to come to see you because you are also a victim in this, and I felt you deserved to know."

He took out an envelope and walked it over to her. Then he sat quietly as she went though the material. He tried not to be too obvious, but he was eyeing her face and figure as she took the items out.

There were transcripts of intimate phone conversations. Copies of steamy emails, and pictures of the couple, Ted and Carole, ... coupling.

"Those stills are from videos taken by hidden cameras in my bedroom," he said.

She dropped the papers on the floor and put her face in her hands for a minute and he was afraid that she was going to cry. He didn't exactly know what he would do if she did. Then she looked up and saw the look on his face.

"No, I'll cry later. And I have cried my share in the past. This isn't the first time that Ted has strayed. I had a few suspicions in the past, and finally I caught him about two years ago. I was going to leave him then, but he begged me to forgive him and go to counseling with him. He swore that she seduced him and he was just weak. He swore never again.

"Well, he's weak all right, but now I'm sure that he does his share of the seducing. I realize now that he is a serial cheater and always will be. He's a big, handsome man, an Adonis, some of my friends say. He seems to feel he's entitled to have new admirers from time to time."

Bob said he thought she deserved to know. He said he was planning to spring his evidence on the two adulterers and file for divorce.

"I'll give you all the evidence I have, including the tapes, in case you want to use them," he said. "Some of it will be permissible in court if either of them wants to contest grounds of adultery.

"In this State, there isn't a huge difference in property splits whether the grounds are for a cause like adultery or merely irreconcilable differences. I've poked around on Wiki and some online law reference sites. But there can be some differentials. It can influence who gets the nod in biggies like a home. Some other states say sell the house and split the equity, but this state recognizes a right to a house in some circumstances like prior ownership. It can also tilt the percentage of the asset distribution slightly toward the aggrieved party. I want that difference to come to me. After all I'm not the one who broke the marriage vows."

"Well, Bob, I'm not happy you came here today," Alice said, "But it was bound to come. I do appreciate you sharing the evidence and your research. I'm going to use it, all of it. I took him back once. Not this time. No more. This is it.

"Thank you for coming over and being honest. You've tried to be helpful and share what you've learned. I know it wasn't a pleasant thing to have to do on top of your own problems."

Bob looked at her and then realized the meeting was over. She saw what seemed like a flicker of disappointment on his face. After a moment, he got to his feet and started for the door. Her next words froze him.

"Not so fast, Buster!

She had followed him. "I'm just getting a hint of something here. You could just as easily have told me this over the phone and mailed me the package. But no, instead you decided you just had to come down here in person, all nice and polite and considerate and sympathetic. Pardon me for being suspicious, Bob Bondurant, but I smell a rat.

"I'm getting the distinct idea that you were expecting some lame-assed thing like a revenge fuck. You know you and me getting together and pounding the sheets to get revenge on our cheating spouses?

"Jesus, Bob that is so cliché. That is SO not going to happen. Nothing personal, but my body isn't a pawn for revenge." Alice was glaring at him, but not without an element of amusement at catching him out.

Bob blushed. He was busted. He had been getting so horny from Carole's neglect that he had thought it was worth a try ... particularly when he had seen Alice. He had felt a long-lost little stirring when he had been sizing her up.

He lamely tried to assure her that nothing was further from his mind, oh no siree!

She laughed at him. "Bullshit, Bob. I can see it all over your red face. You ARE disappointed. You're not a very good liar.

"Well sorry, but too bad. Like I said, nothing personal, she said. "You're no Adonis like Ted, but you're not so bad looking. Under other circumstances you might be a guy I might like to get to know a little better.

"Tell you what. About a year from now, check back with me. I might be open for a date, Ok?"

"Ok, Ok, I'll admit it," Bob said. "I'm busted! I did have that lame-assed notion you said, from all those stories, I've read. Hell, I've even written a few of them myself. It's a common lame-assed male fantasy.

"And when I saw you, well, a guy can dream, can't he? You're lovely in the kind of understated way that Carole would never understand. She was born as a beauty queen-to- be."

Without really thinking about it, they had both moved back into the living room and sat down.

Alice asked him if he'd like something to drink.

"Wine or beer, or anything soft would be fine. I'm not much of a drinker," he said.

She brought back two glasses of chilled Rhine wine.

"Upon further consideration, I've decided to feel a little bit flattered," she said. "What woman wouldn't want to sit and talk to a man who thinks she's lovely?

"It won't get you anywhere, mind you, but it's worth drinking a glass of wine with you."

They sipped. Bob felt a little bit silly. He realized how transparent his intentions must have looked.

"So, Busted Bob, how did you learn that my Ted and your Carole were getting together?"

He blushed at her joking reference.

"Well, now you've caught me out, I'm embarrassed to say it now; you'll think I'm obsessed with sex. One clue was a big drop-off in any interest in doing anything with me. I've read that guilty spouses try to cover their affairs up by making sure that their spouse doesn't do without. I guess Carole didn't get that memo.

"I was lucky if I got sex maybe once or twice between her periods. That's pretty pathetic, compared to what had been our usual. And they were tame. It was perfunctory sex, more or less charity fucks.

He looked at the pattern on the rug to avoid her scrutiny. "And that turned me off, so much so that I've been having problems, ... well, you know, ... performing. Which made it even less likely that we would have sex at all. Even when she would condescend to make herself available, I was dead meat. Literally!"

Alice tried to hide a small smile. Not a bad joke, considering. At least he had a sense of humor.

"Anyway," he continued, "Once I saw the video evidence, I haven't had the slightest interest in, ... being with her, even if I could..."

He stopped; embarrassed that he had revealed so much of his personal problems to this lovely stranger.

Alice was embarrassed for him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, opportunistic horniness aside. She wondered how anyone could really be in love with a nice guy like him and yet treat him so poorly. To cheat on him and then all but cut him off? That was cold!

Then she wondered how Ted could say he loved her and yet treat her so poorly.

"You said something about, what? Springing it on them? What were you planning?"

He said, "Well I have to have some small measure of satisfaction out of them, since I'm obviously not gonna get a revenge you-know-what."

There was that little blush again. Alice grinned back at him.

"I can't just settle for simply confronting her and then throwing her out. You know, one of those 'Carole, we have to talk' things? Talk about cliché!

"To me it has to be all at once; get it all out on the table. Ted has to be there. I wanted you to be there, too.

"I'm going to do it as a video presentation. That way I can lay out all of my proofs: the emails, the phone conversations, all of it, ending with the videos of them in my bed.

"That was a rarity, by the way; a perverse piece of luck. Carole had once talked about having some video of us making love; kind of a raunchy home video thing? Well, I was going to surprise her when I got back from a trip. I got it all rigged up with hidden cameras designed to start recording when there was enough noise in the room.

"See, I'm mostly at home; I work there. But every so often I have to go up to New York to see my agent and meet with some clients. I'm a freelance writer, one of the rare ones who actually makes a decent living at it. Stories and articles and scripts for industrial films.

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