My name is Janice and I met my husband Mike right after college and we hit it off right from the beginning. Before I knew it we were dating, then we were a couple, then we were engaged. Sounds like a fairy tale right? Well yes and no. You see Mike was suave, handsome and intelligent and he got a great job that paid really well right out of college. He's tall about 5'9" with a pretty average build short brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad looking either or so I'm told. I'm 5'2" and I have long red hair, smallish breasts, naturally full lips and blue eyes. Not long into our marriage we had a nice house in the suburbs and we were expecting our first child.
Things were pretty good; we even had a good sex life. Mike and I made love at least three times a week and he usually gave me a couple of good orgasms, but all in all our sex life was pretty vanilla. We did the basic positions, and gave each other oral sex fairly regularly. The problems started just before I got pregnant for the second time, on my OB's advice I started doing Kegel exercises to make my pussy tighter after our son Jason was born. I mean it wasn't like it was a gaping mess and Mike never complained about it, but the sex just wasn't the same. The Kegels did make my pussy tighter and my orgasms were more intense. Mike said he could really feel my pussy clenching his cock whenever I came after I had been doing the Kegel exercises for a while. One night I walked into our bedroom after putting Jason to bed and reading him a bedtime story. I had already stripped out of my clothes and I was standing in front of the closet picking out what I was going to wear the next day when Mike came up behind me and put his hands on my hips and started giving me soft kisses on the back of my neck.
"Mmmm, alright now, don't start something you're not going to finish." I cooed.
"Who says I'm not going to finish it?" Mike replied playfully.
"You have work in the morning Baby." I said lovingly.
"Some things are worth being a little tired for." Mike countered playfully and changed his soft kisses to light licks and pressed his naked body to mine. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts and then to my nipples. I started moaning softly as pleasure flooded through my body and my pussy started getting wet. I reached behind me and grasped his rapidly hardening cock in my hand and gave it a couple of squeezes before Mike maneuvered around in front of me and guided me backwards to our bed. When I felt the back of my knees touch the edge of the bed Mike gave me a gentle push and I fell backwards onto the mattress. I scooted up towards the head to the bed and Mike crawled between my legs and started licking my pussy. Mike was never one to beat around the bush so to speak when it came to oral sex, he just goes for it. His tongue was thrusting in and out of my pussy, flicking up and down and back and forth.
"Ohhh, oh yes Baby. It feels so good please don't stop." I moaned. That's when he attacked my clit. My back arched and my hands shot to the back of Mike's head and I pulled his face tight to my pussy. I felt an electric surge shoot from my clit all over my body as my orgasm hit me. After my orgasm started to fade I released my husband's head and he rolled over and lay on his back next to me breathing even harder than I was. As soon as I caught my breath I spun around on the bed and took Mike's cock in my hand, shot him a mischievous look and took his cook into my mouth. I loved sucking cock especially Mike's. My tongue was all over his stiff rod and his moans were showing his appreciation. Before I got too carried away and made him cum in my mouth I stopped sucking him and quickly straddled his body and guided his cock into my wanting pussy.
"Ohhh." We moaned together as I sunk halfway down on his cock on my first try. A short lift up and then I let myself sink down on him again until I felt my ass resting on Mike's thighs. I looked down into Mike's eyes and smiled at him, he smiled back and I started riding him. I started going slow at first rising and falling on my husband's hard cock, I felt his hands on my tits kneading them as I started bouncing up and down faster and faster on his cock. We were really getting into it, Mike was working my small tits and nipples pretty hard just the way I like it and I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I worked my pussy muscles on his cock squeezing and releasing it as I slid up and down. Mike and I were both moaning out of control and my orgasm was building and building inside of me when suddenly the dam broke! My orgasm hit me HAAAAARD and liquid shot out pussy. It took a second before Mike noticed it and then he got mad, "Aw shit! You pissed all over me! What the fuck!" He yelled as he pushed me off of him. I was so embarrassed. I didn't think it was pee but what else could it be? I felt humiliated and I started crying. Mike was cussing up a storm in our bathroom as he started the shower. I was still crying as I tried to wipe up the wet spot with a towel but it was no use; the wet spot was just too big and too wet.
Mike came back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, when he saw the wet spot he got angry again. "Fuck! I'm going to sleep in the guest room." He said angrily and then turned around and left the room.
I dried off the wet spot the best I could and then I cried myself to sleep. It was almost two weeks before Mike and I had sex again. Mike didn't try for almost a week and when he finally did try and initiate sex I kept pushing him away, I was still very hurt and embarrassed. My husband the man I loved and who was supposed to love me had humiliated me with his reaction to what had happened. When we finally did start having sex again it wasn't the same, I was always holding back to make sure I didn't have another accident. About a month or so later I was pregnant with our daughter Sandra and a short time after that Mike got a big promotion at work and he was spending less and less time at home. Mike and I went from having sex three or four times a week to only once or twice a week.
Things went on like that for years and our marriage was strained, I think Mike was spending more time at work than he was at home, that earned him another couple of promotions at work and we all benefited from the larger salary but our marriage was paying the price for it. By the time Jason was 14 Mike was making a six figure salary and going out of town on business trips every month sometimes for two or three weeks at a time. I was lonely and sexually frustrated, masturbation just wasn't doing it and even when Mike and I did have sex it wasn't all that great; he always seemed to be somewhere else. More than once I wondered if he was having an affair.
This went on for about a year and a half until on the advice of some of my girlfriends I hired a private investigator to see if my fears were right and Mike was having an affair. My girlfriends suggesting the same thing I was fearing was what pushed me over the edge and got me to actually take some action. The kids were my saving grace during all this, if it wasn't for them my life wouldn't have been worth living. Jason was especially supportive, he was always doing things to try and cheer me up, and a lot of the time he would even stay home with me and his sister and watch movies instead of going out with his friends. How many 16 year old boys do you know that would do that? Not many I'm sure.
One Friday when Sandy was spending the weekend sleeping over her best friend's house I got a visit from the P.I. that I had hired. "Janice I'm sorry to have to tell you that we did find out that you were right, your husband has been cheating on you. I have pictures and video on this USB of all the evidence my people were able to gather on your husband. I'll be keeping a copy at my office in case he should happen to get a hold of the USB if you should decide to file for divorce you'll still have all the evidence. Should you decide to get a divorce once it is finalized I'll delete the files I have unless you ask me to hold on to them. In that case I charge a small yearly fee of twenty-five dollars." He told me.
"I understand. Was it just one woman or was there more than one?" I asked. I was doing my best to stay in control and not start crying.
"There were three that we know of for sure, there may be more but we can't prove it at this time. If you want us to keep surveiling him we can, but three women is more than enough proof if you want to file for divorce. " He told me.
"Alright I understand. I don't think we need to watch him anymore." I told him.
"I'm sorry that your suspicions were right, but I have always felt it's better to know for sure than to wonder." The P.I. said as he left.
"Thank you. You're right, I wish I had been wrong but it is better to know." I agreed.
After he drove away I went straight to my bedroom and started crying my eyes out. I must have been there for quite a long time because there was a soft knock at my bedroom door followed by an equally soft, "Mom, are you alright?" It was my son Jason. "I thought I heard you crying. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah I ... I am. And yes everything's ok." I said.
"Alright then, I'm here if you need to talk." Jason said he started to leave but I called him back.
"Jason, I got some bad news today." I told him.
"I'm sorry Mom. What kind of news." He asked me, the concern in his voice was obvious.
"I ... I hired a private investigator to find out if your father's been cheating on me and he found out that your dad has been sleeping with at least three other women and they think there are more but they can't prove it." I told him.
"Oh shit!" Jason said in shock. "Are you sure? How does he know? What are you going to do?" Jason asked.
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