Chapter 1: ‘the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth’

Sue Taylor---When Cody sat down to eat supper that Thursday night, I was very happy and contented. Why not? I had just spent 3 hours fucking my black lover, Leroy Washington. I was basking in the afterglow, wearing his old football jersey, like I always did after one of our liaisons.

Before Cody took a bite of his stew, he told me he knew! How? I had been so careful. I had kept my affair secret for the last two years. I had only told my best friend, Becky, about it two weeks ago. But now my husband knows. I had to think of something to say.

I never denied Cody sex after I had been with Leroy but I had avoided him eating or fucking my pussy for a couple of days. That’s a good thing! I wanted to be sure to mention that. Understand one thing, I love my husband and think of him as my soulmate. I need to be sure to remind him of that also.

Leroy is just ... well, he is just different. There is no love involved. I wanted Cody to understand that also. Sex with Leroy is wild, unimaginable pleasure! It has become like an addiction. It is an addiction that I am not ready to give up! I’m sure I can make Cody understand. My BFF, Becky, had tried to tell me this day of reckoning would come, but I told myself it would not. I decided to tell Cody the truth, or mostly the truth.

I told him I only saw Leroy once every two or three months. That was a lie. I met him at that same motel at least every other week, sometimes every week. I could easily get away for a few hours in the day because Cody was always working and I am a housewife. If he asked where I was during the days I was with Leroy, I used shopping, running errands, or lunch with Becky, as a reason for being away from home. He always believed me. But now I was going to admit to what I had been doing.

Besides lying about how often I fucked Leroy, I had inferred that Leroy was the only one. I did not tell him about Leroy sharing me with his partner that drove with him when he was on one of his West Coast runs. Thank God he was on a short run today. Explaining fucking two black men might have been impossible!

I also told him that he was the only one who ever fucked me in the ass. That is only partly true. I never let Leroy fuck my ass because of his size, but I had let Leroy’s 16-year-old cousin do it one time. He was on what Leroy called a ‘ride along’ that trip. The kid was not as big as Leroy and I wanted to see what it was like to be DP’ed. You know, double penetrated, one cock in my pussy and the other in my ass. With his partner on the long trips, I only did split roast (one in the mouth, the other in my pussy). That guy is as big as Leroy!

After hearing my confession, Cody said he was going to see an attorney and get a divorce. I told him what would happen if he did, in hopes of changing his mind and him forgiving me. He left the table without touching his stew and slept in one of our extra bedrooms. After cleaning the kitchen and putting away the uneaten stew, I called Becky. We talked and she tried to calm me down, telling me that Cody was hurt and mad. She said that maybe in a day or two he would be over the initial shock and rethink what he wanted to do. I did not believe her. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day was Friday and I just could not get going. I was sitting at the kitchen table when Cody came home from work. He brought me flowers and apologized! He said that he did not want to lose me! He told me I could keep seeing Leroy and he would accept it if that’s what it took for us to stay together. I warmed up the stew and we ate. Then he took me to bed! We even had anal sex!

Saturday morning, I told Cody I needed to buy groceries and that I was going to stop by Becky’s and tell her the good news. I waved at Cody as I backed out of the garage. That was the last time I ever saw him!

I spent the entire afternoon at Becky’s telling her everything. The truth this time. Thursday night on the phone, she had said I should have told Cody I was sorry. Why should I say that? I was not sorry, I love fucking Leroy! She also had said I should have promised never to see Leroy again. I almost laughed. I was not ready to stop my affair. When I decide to get pregnant, I’ll stop until I am sure the baby is Cody’s. Wonder what it will be like fucking Leroy with my belly all swollen with a baby?

I told her Cody and I had worked it out. I could continue to see Leroy to get my ‘fix’, as long as I was discreet about the affair.

I was acting like I knew my husband and I had handled the situation perfectly. Becky told me to be careful. She knew Cody and he did not seem like the forgiving type to her. I laughed.

“Cody loves me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. He is always telling me how special I am to him, like no other girl he has ever known.”

Those words would come back to haunt me.

When I arrived home, Cody was not there. Nothing unusual for him, he was probably working late again. At 6 pm I tried calling his phone. It went to voice mail. I kept trying until 9pm when I decided to call his boss at home to find out where my husband was. That man was not very friendly to me. He told me Cody had quit the day before and he had no idea where he was! Then he hung up on me!

I went into a panic. Cody loves his job. Why would he quit? I called Becky. It was like she wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but she did not say it.