The Maury Show


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

Desc: Sex Story: I found out my wife was cheating on me on National TV

I was sitting on a stool at my favorite bar after work, nursing the single beer I allowed myself, while I waited for the bowling alley next door to open. There was a really pretty dark haired woman sitting at the other end of the bar trying to catch my eye. Finally, Sam the bartender put another beer in front of me, and I declined it.

"It's not on the house Ted, it's from the lady at the end of the bar," he said.

"Thank her for me, and give her money back to her. You can put it on my tab, and pour it out or do whatever you do with it," I said.

A few minutes later the brunette wandered over and sat down on the stool next to me. Her face was pretty and her eyes were clear.

"You probably shouldn't sit there," I said, then took another sip of my beer.

"Not accepting the beer I bought for you wasn't very nice," she said. "Is there some reason, you don't like me?"

"I like you just fine, but I don't know you. I have trust issues when it comes to women. Right now my life is uncomplicated, and I like it that way. If you stay in this bar for any length of time, another guy will come along and you can buy him a beer. He'll probably be nicer, younger, richer, better looking and have a bigger dick."

"What if I just like you?" she asked.

"Not going to happen, so why bother?" I asked her.

"You don't know anything about me, so how do you know we couldn't at least be friends?" she asked in return.

"Let's see," I said as I turned to look at her. "You're between 25 and thirty years old. You're educated. You have a good job. You have a nice body, and you want to show it off, but you're afraid to because you have a few slight imperfections that you obsess over. You're either, married and trying to cheat on your husband, or recently divorced. You're conservative, but you like to think that you're a little bit wild. And... ," I paused and tilted my head a little bit to the left before I continued. "You're actually a lot wilder than you think. You just need someone to bring that wild girl to the surface. The ex or current husband was or is a lot older than you are and I remind you of either him, or someone else. How many did I get right?"

"Nearly all," she said. "My husband, died a little over a year ago. I finally stopped wearing the ring a week ago. Towards the end there was no love left between us, but when he got sick I had to stay and care for him up until the end anyway, out of respect if nothing else. Then when he was gone, even though as you alluded, I did feel like he was holding me back, I just couldn't bring myself to look for someone else so soon after he passed. But when I saw you, you reminded me so much of my first boyfriend, the one I left behind to marry the ex. Right now I've gone back to work and I'm doing a job that I thought I'd like but at this moment, I'm just not too sure about."

"What about you?" she asked. "You seem kind of young to have decided to be alone for the rest of your life. And don't you have needs? I thought all men had you know ... urges."

"And when I look at you, I don't see the tough hard boiled jerk you're trying to act like," she said. I see a genuine romantic. I think that you've been hurt, so you're trying to build a wall around yourself. But it's not to keep people away from you, like you think. I think it's to keep you from being hurt again. So what made you like this?"

I held up my beer so the bar tender could see it. "Play it again Sam. And maybe you'd better bring the lady one too."

Sam brought us fresh drinks and I started my story.

"Maybe you're right about the romantic thing, but that's not something I want to have get around. I don't really see myself as a romantic. I see myself more as a sucker, because I really got taken in. Up until about a year ago, I was happily married to the girl of my dreams, but that dream turned into a nightmare on national TV, so pretty much everybody knows how stupid I was."

I met Ellie about 6 years ago at a party, and it was just love at first sight. I know that some people don't believe in it, but when I saw her, I became a believer. One minute I didn't know her from Adam, the next minute, nothing in my life mattered except her. To me she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but in reality I guess she was probably about a 6. She has flaming Red hair, and pretty green eyes. Her eyes are kind of cat-like and they're so expressive that I could always tell what mood she was in and damned near what she was thinking by their expression. She has a mouth that just begs to be kissed and she tasted like strawberries. She has more than a few freckles, and she only weighs about 96 pounds soaking wet. She has the most beautiful and shapely legs in all creation and a nice little bubble butt. She doesn't have much upstairs, and no tits either. But God Damn I loved that woman.

Within a year of meeting her, we had gotten married. I was an Engineer for a large manufacturing company. We made automotive suspension components and steering knuckles for several major auto manufacturers. Ellie was a part time waitress, and once we got married she became a stay at home housewife. Our plan was to live together for a while and enjoy life before we started having kids. That was because her sister and brother in law had gotten married because he'd knocked her up and their life was a living hell. They constantly argued over everything, and we just wanted to be smarter.

Ellie's sister and brother in law, and a couple of cousins scattered here and there were all of the family she had. They lived in a trailer park about 5 miles away from us. Actually she had lived with them until we got married. I think they were glad that we got married because not only could they come over and use our pool whenever they wanted, but it gave them more room in the trailer with Ellie moving out.

Ellie and her sister Sallie were inseparable, and whenever I couldn't find her all I had to do was call Sallie, or stop by the trailer and there she'd be. Most evenings when I got home from work, Ellie, Sallie and Sallie's Husband Billy would be in my living room. Ellie and Sallie were connoisseurs of that great American art form, Daytime Trash TV. They lived and died by Jerry Springer, Judge Judy, the People's Court and of course the Maury Show.

I had never developed a taste for that form of entertainment, being burdened as I was with a job and all, but I was glad that Ellie had something that she enjoyed, that kept her from being lonely when we were apart. Usually she had dinner on the table when I came home, and after dinner we just settled in and did things together. We both loved seeing new things and discovering things by exploring the countryside. Ellie just loved seeing the scenery, and I loved driving anywhere for any reason in my Arctic White, 2008 Mustang GTCS vert. For those of you who don't know that's a California Special GT convertible.

Actually that car and Ellie were neck and neck in the war for my affection so having them both on the road together was a dream-come true for me. The car had a Cherry Bomb exhaust system, which though it messed up the California emissions standards, sounded great. It also had cross drilled and slotted rotors, the brake Calipers were painted arctic white to match the body, and all of the glass and lights were blacked out. I love that car to this day, but anyway back to Ellie.

Ellie was hell on wheels in bed. She was always wet and ready to go. If we were at a party with all of our friends, she'd excuse us to go and check out the bushes and we'd go at it. In our bed, she wore me out. There was nothing off limits with her. Her legs and butt, as I've already said were amazing, and even though she didn't have any breasts to speak of, her nipples were so sensitive that it seemed like she had orgasms just from me blowing on them. And speaking of blowing, that woman can still suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch. It was unusual for us not to have sex at least once a day even after being married for 5 years.

If it hadn't been for Sallie though, none of this would ever have happened. I have nothing against Sallie. She's an attractive woman in her own right, and she has the truest heart of any woman I know. She looks like Ellie except that she's a few years older, a little taller and a little thicker. Sallie is also a blonde, and has very respectable tits. Unfortunately her skin has that weathered look to it, and she sags in certain areas, which is probably due to her lifelong vigil monitoring the airwaves and her 5 kids. Sallie had made a run at me a couple of times, and until this whole thing blew up I really thought that she was doing it as a test. You know, to see if given the opportunity, I'd cheat on her sister. Of course I turned her down both times and life was well.

That is up until about a year ago, when Sallie and Billy started arguing a lot more than normal. These weren't their normal, yell at each other for a while then kiss and make up arguments either. These arguments had begun to last longer and longer and spill over on the people around them. Finally Sallie decided to take the argument to the highest and most respected agency she could think of.

I thought they were going to a marriage counselor, but of course I was wrong. Sallie had contacted the Maury show and was booked to be on an episode about Cheaters. Sallie had arranged for Billy to be given a lie detector test on national TV to find out if he was cheating on her. She also suspected that he'd cheated with multiple women and had gotten one of the girls in the trailer park pregnant. Of course Billy maintained that he was absolutely innocent and Sallie was just upset because at 30 years old she was getting kind of long in the tooth and wanted to hold onto him.

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