My Husband, My Betrayal

by Honey Moon

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, Cheating, Cuckold, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Pregnancy, Cream Pie, .

Desc: Sex Story: In the 10 years of her marriage, Cleo longed for a child. It seemed to be a blessing that would never come to be. When her husband David’s bigoted manner forced her into the arms of another man, Cleo’s dream of motherhood finally became a reality. A price would have to be paid, but by whom? Just what despicable secrets was David hiding? Did Cleo’s unfaithfulness even compare to his treachery? It was time for Cleo to take charge of her life, and fight for her happily ever after!

My name is Mrs. Cleopatra McGhee-Fitzpatrick. I know it's quite a mouthful, but I insisted on keeping my family name. Yes, THAT McGhee family. My father is the gifted chemist that invented Ergo-Max, the first erectile dysfunction pill with positively no side effects. Like the ads in all the adult magazines say, "Pop a pill, pop a boner." Distasteful, I know, but quite effective marketing. Once the FDA granted its stingy approval, dad had to hire over a thousand employees to keep up with demand! Now McGheePhrma is a top fortune five hundred company with offices all over the world.

Now I know what you're thinking. I'm the spoiled brat of a rich asshole. Not so! Growing up, I earned my own money with baby sitting and other part time jobs. I'm proud to say I even paid my own way through college too! Mom and dad insisted on me knowing what it's like to work for something you want, and not expect it to be handed to you on a silver platter.

That's where David Fitzpatrick came in. I met him in college, and it was love at first sight. At least I thought so at the time. Dave swept me off of my feet, and charmed the panties right off of my bottom. I had made it to my twentieth birthday as a virgin. After my surprise party, I ended up being the one giving Dave the present! It was nice, but there were no 'fireworks' for poor little Cleo! We were married six months later.

Maybe that's where the trouble really started. Dave has never given me fireworks. Oh, he tried, but the magic just never happens. If I could have convinced him to go down on me, I'm sure he'd get me there, but my husband thinks cunnilingus is disgusting. The selfish bastard adores when I perform fellatio on him though! I hate to admit it, but I even practiced with the handle of my favorite hairbrush just to please him. Oh, and to ease my own gag reflex too. Not that he has much to ram down my throat with.

I'm sorry. That was a bit catty. Dave is six inches when erect, and until recently, that was just fine for me. He was my only lover, after all, and I had nothing to compare him to. For ten long years that Ergo-Max fueled six inches failed to satisfy me in two very important ways. The first was purely my own dimly defined desires. I was getting so damn tired of nightly 'finger sessions' in the shower to get me where Dave never could, while all the while faking it worthy of winning an Oscar! The second, and of paramount importance was simply this. After ten long years, we were still childless!

Maybe I should give you a little more detail about myself. As you know, I'm now thirty. I work very hard to combat time with my daily workouts and runs. I have emerald green eyes that usually are behind my cat's eye glasses. Personally I think they go very nicely with my blazing red hair. The eyes I mean. Not the glasses. Yes, the red is natural! I'll have you know the carpet even matches the drapes perfectly! On my five foot no inches body, my 34DD bust looks a little on the ridiculously big side, but the wide eyed stares I get from passing gentlemen strangers tells me the effect is rather effective. My hips spread a touch too wide for my tastes, but mom says they're perfect baby-birthing hips. The do give me a nice hourglass look, so I guess I can't complain.

I've stalled too much. Let me get back to my sordid confession. My life has changed drastically, and the pivotal moment hinged on a broken lock on a bathroom door. David had never been happy with the cute little house I had bought as our honeymoon cottage. I loved it though, and enjoyed living like a normal every day person. All of that was about to change. We were getting ready to move into a simply huge house my husband had talked me into buying when the real estate market went belly up. There were quite a few problems that needed immediate attention first though, and that's were things get complicated.

Dave hired a contracting company to do all the necessary work. God forbid he gets HIS hands dirty when he could just as easily spend my money! The owner and head of the company is Tony Harrison. Tony is just as tall as I am short. Judging by the way his head just clears doorways; he's about six foot six. Maybe that's why he keeps his head shaved. He'd have to keep stooping to keep his hair from brushing against the doorframe! He's no beanpole, ether. Tony is muscled like some kind of Greek God. A God carved from rich beautiful mahogany.

Now let me get back to that broken lock. Tony had sent his crew home for the evening and was taking a few last measurements of the master bedroom's bathroom. Or that's what I thought at least. I had stayed too. Sitting on a big five gallon bucket, I was sorting through tile samples in the kitchen when I finally made up my mind. I grabbed the sample tile and went up to consult with Tony.

Without a care in the world, I headed into what would be my bedroom and crossed to the closed bathroom door. As God is my witness, it had never occurred to me that a contractor might actually use a bathroom for its intended purpose. I grabbed the knob and turned it, pushing open the door. I walked right in and closed the gap between us. "Tony, are you sure you can get a sufficient quantity of the..." My mouth went dry when my brain registered what was happening. Tony was just finishing up relieving his bladder! There, before my eyes, was the second penis I had ever seen in real life. I was close enough to touch it! I won't lie. I've seen a few adult sites in my time, but this was different! Remember how big I said Tony is? His member was built on the same astounding scale!

"I, I'm terribly sorry!" I stammered before turning tail and fleeing the room. My heart did weird little flips, and my body grew warm. He was huge! Ten inches, and that was while flaccid and urinating! Dave was only six inches, and that was while under the influence of the Ergo-Max!

I stood there and tried to compose myself. In a moment, the door reopened. 'Please forgive me, Ma'am." He said in his warm deep voice. "I know you mentioned the lock being broken, but it didn't seem to make much sense to repair it, when we're just going to be replacing the door in a day or two anyway."

"I told you before, Tony. My name is Cleo!" I couldn't help a little grin. "It seems silly to be so formal now, wouldn't you say?"

He laughed. "I guess you're right, Cleo. Anyway, please accept my apologies."

"You apologize? I was the one who barged in without even knocking!" I sighed. "Let's just try and forget it, okay?"

He gave me a crooked grin. "Forget what?"

We had agreed to forget it, but as time passed, I just couldn't! At odd moments of the day, images of that magnificent weapon would invade my mind. For me, masturbation had just been a way to finish what my husband had started. Now, I found myself playing, more and more, while thinking dangerous thoughts about Tony's glorious body! I vowed to keep well away from the new house until Tony and his crew finished.

I'm convinced I would have cooled off eventually if it hadn't been for Dave making just one stupid comment too many. "Honey, make sure you keep going over to watch the contractors work, okay?"

They were doing an excellent job. I had been against this house at first, but Tony and his men were making it really something special! "They're doing just fine! I am sure they don't need me getting in the way and looking over their shoulders!"

"They're doing fine now, but keep watching them, anyway."

"Keep watching them, for what?"

Dave sighed. "Cleo, you're far too trusting. I've noticed that the new bathtub was supposed to have been delivered, but when I checked the site after work yesterday, it wasn't there. As long as nothing else disappears, I'll keep quiet, but I need you to be on the look out. You know how 'they' are. I don't want them selling everything they get their hands on, and then claiming they never received it."

I could not believe the drivel I was hearing! "David, the bathtub did arrive! I saw it being delivered. I also saw it wasn't the color I ordered! I had them send it back. I told you about it last night, remember?"

"Oh, that's right." He laughed. "I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached! Still, keep your eyes peeled. I'm spending a fortune on the renovations. There are too many tempting things in that house some lowlife could strip out and sell for scrap."

Holy God! Was he for real? I thought back over our years together, and I didn't like the patterns I was now seeing clearly. How could any sane person think that way in the twenty-first century? My heart filled with anger. Aside from that, he had said "he" was spending a fortune! The money was all coming from my trust! Dad had given Dave a great job in sales, but it was MY money paying for everything! I think I lost a lot of my respect for David right then and there! "Yes dear." I said softly, thinking about Tony's handsome face and gorgeous body. "There certainly are things there that would tempt anyone!"

"Good, we're on the same page then." He popped a pill into his mouth, and then pulled me into his arms. "Let's go to bed early tonight, Cleo. Daddy wants to give his girl something sweet."

I had always been a willing little wifey for my husband's urges, despite my own never being fulfilled. For the first time in my married life, I made a stand. "Honey, not tonight. I don't feel very well." He could just go and play with his chemically induced erection in the bathroom! It would serve him right to use his own hand, like I'm always forced to!

The next morning, Dave managed to reinforce my weakening resolve. "Remember sweetheart. Head on over to the new house as soon as you can. I want those alleged workers working!"

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