Chapter 1

My name is Ellen, I’m a thirty-eight-year-old married mother of two boys. Jackson sixteen, Jason my youngest is thirteen. This all started when my husband, Kyle of twenty years announced a business trip the week of sed twenty-year anniversary. Of course this made my blood boil. We planned a getaway; our parents were going to take care of the boys. I shopped for all this sexy linger. I even got a few sex toys to spice things up and all of a sudden, a business comes up.

At first, I was very suspicious and it was all about me. Then I thought Kyle has never given me a reason to think he has cheated. It wasn’t his fault his company assigned him this job that comes with a promotion. I was being too hard on him. I convinced myself as I heard my self tell him it would be alright. We can celebrate when you get back next week.

He was so relieved to hear me speak those words. I never thought anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t till Jackson my eldest came into my room and asked how come we didn’t tell them we were leaving for the week?

“What are you talking about. Your father is leaving for a week”, I explained.

“That’s not what these tickets say”, holding up a pir of first-class tickets.

“Where did you get these,” I demanded.

“I found them near the front door”, Jackson informed me.

Obviously, Kyle dropped them on his way out. I read the tickets. It was a pair of first class tickets to the Fiji Island. In the name of Kyle and myself. All kinds of things ran threw my mind as I pushed Jackson out the door so I could wrap my mind around all this.

A hopeful light went off in my head. He was going to surprise me with the tickets later tonight. That was the only thing I let my mind except. I called Jackson back into the room.

“Put these exactly the way you found them and Do Not tell your father we saw them,” I made my instructions clear.

I became very excited! I didn’t know whether to pack or just play it cool until he made it official. When I heard the door slam. Kyle was scrambling, tearing throw the house looking for the tickets. I smiled to myself knowing how frantic it was for him.

“Kyle, is that you? What are you doing,” I teased.

“Yes, dear it’s me. I lost some papers that I need!”

“You want me to come down and help you look? Check by the door,” I teased.

“What do you know here they are,” He sounded relieved!

“Thanks, honey. You have a knack for these things. I must get back, sorry and thank you.

I heard the door close and thought he was going to save the surprise for later. I told myself he was going to cut things close. He knows it takes me a week to pack. But I guess he’s going to help me once he surprises me. If I read those tickets correctly the flight leaves tomorrow night. My body oozed with excitement as I watched the clock.

Finally, Kyle came home. Flowers and a big box of chocolates in hand, my husband really knows how to treat me. This is it, let me see those Figi tickets my heart yarned.

“Love, do you know where my suitcase is,” he asked me?

“Top self in the closet,” I reminded him.

I still waited on the announcement. I should of known something was right. My suitcase is right next to his but he didn’t mention a thing about it. Wow, he is really playing this close. I thought as he packed his things. The good stuff too. The high-end jewelry, the expensive cologne. Two of the three suites I love to see him in. He even packed the Speedo’s I must beg him to wear. His packages in those under ware turn me on. In fact, I’m becoming horny just thinking about him in those. But still no word about Fiji. I know what will loosen those lips up.

“Hey, mister, you want to model those for me,” as I glared at the leather Speedo’s he held in his hand.

“Great minds think alike,” as he dashed into the bathroom.

Moments later he appeared with nothing on but the Speedo’s and a livening bright smile. My clit jumped and moistness began to dampen my panties. It wasn’t long at all before he was out the under wear and me grasping his long cock.

I sucked his dick like I did when we were back in college. My nickname was head doctor E. We had not fucked like that in years. After giving my husband, the most intense orgasm I felt him have in years. I was expecting to announce our Figi trip. He just panted in my ear.

“You’re amazing! “When you want to be,” he expressed.

Still nothing about Figi, nor did he get my suitcase down so that I could pack. We drifted off to sleep. He was up before dawn; the smell of coffee brewing woke me up. I got up showered, brushed my teeth and got dressed to go and meet him downstairs. My heart was racing as I came down the stairs. Only to see a cab pulling off and my husband waving goodbye.

My heart sank, tears welled up in my eyes as my blood boiled with betrayal. Kyle ran off to only god knows where. He’s running off to Figi with only god knows who. He thinks I’m clueless and I can’t stop crying. I worked up enough strength to put on Pj’s curl into bed and continued to cry.

At some point, the boys came home. They heard me balling but left me alone until supper time. Jackson the oldest made chill dogs and brought them to my room. That’s when I looked up and my mom was looking at me intently. Like she knew what was coming next. She knew my eldest act of kindness. Would catch me at my lowest.

“Mom, are you alright?” Jackson wanted to know.

Trying not to cry in front of him “I’m fine, darling.” I assured him.

I know he didn’t buy that as he watched the tears stream down my face.

“Thank you for cooking. You’re such a wonderful son, did you and your brother get enough to eat?” I wanted to know.

“Were fine. Were more concerned about our mom. You have been in here crying since we got home.” He informed me.

“Son, I’m fine. Your father and I are working things out. No concern for you or brother.” I assured him.

He didn’t say a word. But the way he wiped the tears from my cheeks. Spoke volumes to my situation. I paused in my story, to prepare my mother whom seemed to be unphased by my story so far.

“You will feel better if you get it all out.” My mother assured me.

It was like she knew what I was going through. How could she? I was about to tell her, how I started fucking my sons. I took her advice thou and began to tell her the details.

My heart leaped as my son wiped my tears away. He stood over me at the side of the bed. I leaned into him. My head was at his six pack abs as I did. He pulled me in tight. I wept even more as he tried to console me. I was coming out of my misery when something in his pants throbbed.

No. it can’t be! He’s, my son!

“Yet, he’s a young healthy man.” My mother interrupted.