Chapter 1

Let me start out by telling you a little about myself and my husband. My name is Janet and I'm 35, 5'4" 115lbs, blond hair, light brown eyes and 34b-26-34. My husband, Jim, is 41, 5'8", 155lbs with dark salt and pepper hair. We've been married for twelve years,

I met Jim when I was on my way to my first job interview fresh out of college. He was working for the same company for which I was interviewing and nice enough to hold the elevator door for me as I was on my way to the interview. He must have determined who I was and where I was going as we rode up in the elevator because he wished me luck as I got off on my floor. A week after my interview I was called in and told I had the job,

By luck or maybe by Jim's planning, we seemed to arrive at the elevator every morning at the same time. It was the middle of the second week when he asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him that Friday evening.

I told him I hadn't made any plan's for that evening and would love to join him for dinner.

We started dating regularly after that and became intimate on the fifth date. I'd only had sex with two different boys in high school and three different guys during my college days. I was more into getting an education than I was in guy's and having sex. Needless to say, Jim had been around quite a bit compared to my limited experience with sex. Six month's after our first date we were married.

I continued working for the same company for three more years before deciding it was pretty much a dead end job. When an opening presented itself to go to the company I now work for I applied for the job and got it.

The company I work for now, is a very large retail sales company and after several years working there I moved steadily up eventually becoming purchasing agent for women, s apparel. As part of my job I do quite a lot of traveling to trade shows, conferences and seminars. Since the recession reared its ugly head my job along with purchasing, entails restructuring personnel by moving employees from one district to another, some are being let go, others being placed in other positions within the company.

Jim's job in the company was in computer networking and programming for accounting, security and logistics services. Five years after we were married he decided to start his own company to design and create software and install equipment for large security system's such as warehouses, prison's and bank's and similar applications. As would be expected he also travels a lot, selling and installing his systems.

That brings me to the beginning of my story.

It started at a luncheon with five other women. During the conversation a couple of the women began discussing stories they had read online, the night before. They all said they stayed up half the night, reading erotic stories on-line almost every night, and how they'd almost become addicted to them.

There favorites were the stories involving a cheating wife and getting caught by her husband.

I asked why they found those stories so interesting and they laughed telling me they were learning how to cheat and not get caught. They hastened to add, That is if they ever decided to cheat. They said the stories were a how-to guide book on successful cheating. This went on every day at lunch and I was slowly being drawn into there conversation until I gave in and asked where to find these stories. One of the women quickly gave me the instruction's on how to find Erotica on the net, that's were I would find the stories. That evening, while Jim was reading the paper, I was on-line reading erotic stories and familiarizing myself with what the women at work had been talking about.

It to took about a week for me to become hooked on reading them. I started spending every minute of free time I had, reading erotica. It didn't take long until I became obsessed with reading them. When Jim asked me to join him walking or going places with him I found myself becoming irritated at him, for him even asking me to walk with him, almost to the point of becoming angry at times. Making excuses not to go, so I could stay home and read.

I began staying up later and later, sometimes until 2 or 3am. I just couldn't stop in the middle of a story, it would drive me crazy wondering what the ending would be. Would he take her back or would he divorce her when he caught her? What would his revenge be? There were all kinds of the things she did wrong, that allowed him to catch her. How could she have been so stupid I thought.

After about two month's of reading the stories I began thinking about writing a story of my own story. Id love to be able to write a story, but how could I do it with my limited sexual experience? How could I possibly write about cheating when I'd never cheated? I wondered, did the authors of these stories have the experience in order to write such a convincing story?

There were things in the stories that were puzzling. In many of the stories after being caught, the wife would tell her husband the sex wasn't any good, or it was just sex. But the affair sometimes went on for months. Why would she keep doing it with the guy? If it wasn't any good, this was confusing to me.

Then there was the, I didn't mean for you to find out excuse, or the stories of the women who had children with lovers and some having several after years of cheating. To me this was unforgivable, I hated them for it. I also didn't like the stories where she brought her lover to their home to have sex in there marital bed. In some of the stories she even had lovers tie the husband to a chair, forcing him to watch her with one or more men as revenge for his cheating on her. I hated them for doing that to him, no matter what he'd done. I felt if she had ever truly loved him, she could never do that to him. So why not just leave? There marriage was over after that no matter what. By doing what she'd done and forced him to watch her do it, she'd killed any love he had for her. No man could continue loving a woman after that.

I had all these different thoughts going through my head as I began thinking about writing a cheating wife story. I wanted to write it from the cheating wife's side. Therefore, I wanted to know exactly, what I was writing about. The only problem was that would involve, doing a lot of research on the subject. I wondered if I really wanted to write that bad.

It would be appropriate to mention at this time. Jim is a great lover, He seems to know exactly, how to satisfy me sexually and were very comfortable together making love. The more stories I read, the more I wanted to write a story. I'm not quite sure when or how I came to the conclusion, it wouldn't really be cheating, If I were to do it. I would actually be doing research for my stories. I mean, I needed experience in order to write a credible story. I had to have done the things I'd be writing about. At least that was the logic I came up with to justify doing it, if I decided to go ahead and write stories.

Now, all I had to do was find someone to start my research with, but who? I didn't want to involve anyone we know, that's how most of the women in the stories got caught, and co-workers weren't good either, I worried they wouldn't be able to keep from bragging about it to there buddies. I decided I would join the six women from lunch on their Friday, girl's night out. This would give me an excuse to get out by myself and I'd be able to experience the bar scene as a single woman. Maybe once I was out their, I'd be able to find out everything I needed to know by just watching what was going on and asking questions, that way I wouldn't have to do my research. That might be the best way to do it.

It was Thursday evening when I told Jim the girls from work had invited me to stop with them and asked if he'd mind if I stopped for a drink or two, telling him I wouldn't stay too late or drink too much.

He nodded saying, No I don't mind, "If you feel you've had to much to drink, be sure to call me, rather than take the chance of driving drunk and causing an accident.

The next day at lunch break I told the girls I'd be joining them after work. The girl's were all glad I was finally going to join them on girls night out as they'd been after me for some time to join them.

I told them I'd promised Jim I wouldn't stay too late or get drunk.

They all laughed saying, "let you're hair down girl, Jim won't mind you having a little fun once a week." I didn't tell them the real reason for my joining them was to see what went on at the bar. I wanted to see if I could notice anyone from our office or the other people coming into the bar, who I thought looked like they might be having an affair.

As I entered the bar Friday after work I saw a couple of the girls from our office pulling three tables together by the dance floor. I helped them gather the chairs and place them around the tables. Then I took up the chair second from the end, facing the dance floor.

We were soon joined by the rest of the girls and to my surprise four of the guy's from our office showed up including a guy named Paul. He was always nice and it surprised me to see him here, at the office he seemed to be somewhat shy and not socially inclined to do the bar scene.

Paul and I worked in different departments but he did stop by my office two or three times a day to pick up spread sheets and visit a little. I knew he was married, but I'd never met his wife. I'd heard through office gossip that she treated him like crap.

When Paul got to the table that night, he asked if I minded if he sat next to me, taking the chair to my right.

I said "that's fine Paul, I probably have more in common with you than with most of the women here."

Smiling now, "thank you Janet, I feel the same way about the guys here, we don't have much in common either, so I'm glad to see you here tonight."

I asked. "Do you stop often Paul?"

"No, but I may start stopping every Friday, if you become a regular." You're a lot more sociable than the others." It tickled me to hear him say that, knowing Paul, I never would have thought he'd come right out and say because of me, he'd become a regular on Friday nights. We talked and I found out Paul and his wife had a pretty stormy marriage. She was very dominating and unless she got her way she'd become very angry and become abusive towards him. He said, "I know before the weekends over she'll start a fight and end up going out with her friends until three or four in the morning.

That was straight out of the stories I'd been reading. If I had to bet, I'd bet she was cheating on Paul using her anger as an excuse to get out of the house for the night. As I sat listening, I felt sorry for Paul, he's a really nice guy and doesn't deserve to be treated that way. We were on our second drink when someone played the jukebox and a few people started dancing. I guess Paul noticed me watching the dancers and after a few songs asked if I liked dancing.

"Yes, I enjoy it a lot but my husband doesn't dance, so I don, t get to as much as I'd like to, but now that I've started stopping, maybe I'll get to dance once in awhile."

"That, s to bad Paul sad, "Would you care to dance with me?"

I looked at him saying, "Paul, I thought you'd never ask."

We danced several times and after my third gin and tonic I told Paul, I'd enjoyed dancing with him, but I had to be getting home before it got too late and I got drunk, as it was after 9pm. I said goodnight to Paul and the others at the table and headed home.

As I drove home, I started thinking about Paul being the one? He's married and the way it sounds they have no sex life together, so I shouldn't have to worry about STDs, but he's a co-worker. Could I trust him not to say anything to anyone? If I were to start my research with him, discretion was of utmost importance. If we were to be found out that we were having an affair, we'd both lose our jobs. I was pretty sure, knowing Paul as little as I did, that he would not be one to go bragging to anyone. He did his job and kept pretty much to himself. I decided I'd just take a, wait and see attitude where Paul was concerned, I wasn't in a real big hurry. I'd rather be safe than sorry. After all I'd be breaking one of the rules I promised myself not to break. I'd be doing my research with a co-worker.

According to a lot of the stories I'd read, cheating with a co-worker was one of the easiest ways there was to get caught. I'd pretty much made up my mind, Paul was not a braggart and could be trusted not to say anything to anyone. If he's the one I think I'd feel comfortable doing it with him. He'd have to understand it would be a one time thing. I was sure, that would be enough to give me the experience I was looking for and Jim would never know.

When I arrived home Jim was watching TV, in his recliner and I sat down on his lap. Putting my arm's around his neck, I gave him a very warm, sexy kiss, my nipple's pressed against his chest as I hugged him tightly. When we finally broke the kiss he said, "If that, s my reward for you're girls night out, I hope you decide to go every week."

Soon we were in bed making love. As I said, Jim is a wonderful lover. I almost always start our love making, by going down on him until he cums. Then while he's recuperating he does the same for me. He loves me being shaved smooth for him and I love it when he licks my slit from the bottom to the top with long, slow, licks with his flat tongue licking both lip's until my hips are lurching upwards, trying to get him to lick my clit so I can cum. As soon as I cum, he brings me back again sometimes three or four times before he moves forward enough to push his now throbbing hard cock deep into my pussy. "Oohh god Jim, make love to me oh god yes like that, yes yes, do it, I screamed, We did it that night until we were both exhausted.

The next girl's night out went pretty much like the first one, I sat in my same spot, and was joined once again by Paul. We had a couple drinks then the dancing started. We danced several times, but this time we danced much closer than we had the first time. When they played the slower songs, I moved close enough I could feel his arousal pressing against me once in awhile. It gave me a secret thrill to know I was exciting him and I pressed back against his hard cock. I wanted to let him know I was interested. He smiled shyly, but knowingly, as we danced.

I had my normal three drinks before calling it a night and going home to Jim. I wondered once again whether Paul would be the one. I didn't know if I should let him know in no uncertain terms, that I wanted to have sex him, or let it run its course to see what happened. I'd hate to come right out and ask him to have sex with me and have him refuse, that would be very embarrassing. Plus, I still had concerns about doing it with a co-worker.

When I got home it was a repeat of the week before and Jim remarked he sure couldn't complain about me having a girl's night out. This just strengthened my resolve to just go ahead and do it. I could erase any guilt feelings I may feel after doing my research with Paul, by giving Jim the hot sex he liked so well, since I started stopping on Friday night. I began to become aroused once again, as I lay their beside my husband in the dark. I was thinking about how I'd been able to have two men become excited enough for both, to want sex with me and in the same night no less. This was something I'd never done before and it definitely excited me as I thought about it.