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I looked at her and asked her if she wanted me to fuck her?

She said, "Fuck me hard, baby", and then again, "Fuck me hard."

"Who am I baby? Who do you want to fuck you hard?"

"You Jim, you fuck me hard." I did just that and she did come again.

After our last round of sex, Jamee said she wanted to talk to me. She told me it turned her on while we were having sex but it bothered her afterwards. She wanted me to know that she was doing it because I asked her too. She didn't really want to make love with anyone but me.

As I told you earlier I know at parties and dances she probably got felt up, kissed a few people, probably teased and flirted. But, more than likely stopped before going too far if someone tried to feel her up she wouldn't tell me about it; I know her, she would take care of the problem herself. She was that kind of woman.

I told her I didn't want her to have sex with anyone else either. I don't want to see her with another man but, in a fantasy, it's a little different knowing it is not going to happen.

It was about a month later that Jamee came home and said we were invited to Jim's thirtieth birthday party. His wife Linda stopped by and invited most of their office friends. It was going to be on Saturday and that they had a pool so most everyone was going swimming.

Linda was a nice looking woman also. We didn't go out with them very often. Mostly it would only be company parties and such. Linda was also a little flirty and did her share of sexual innuendoes. As with most of our friends we just wrote it up to kidding around. What I didn't know until much later was that Jim tried to put the make on Jamee a number of times. She never told me about it; she told me later she was always able to handle it.

The party was nice. A lot of booze was flowing. I drank way too much. What I didn't know until later was that Jamee was drinking too much also. We had on our swimsuits the same as most of the people there. Jamee had on a nice two piece. I didn't think it was over revealing for a two-piece but she did look damn good in it.

Throughout the night I noticed that whenever I wasn't with Jamee, Jim was there. As I said, I found out later he had been hitting on her the whole night. It was getting late and the party was starting to break up. I had drunk too much and went inside and sat on the couch for a few minutes to wait for Jamee. I didn't realize it but dozed off.

When I woke, I was a bit disoriented. The room was dark but I could hear voices coming from one of the bedrooms. I wondered where everyone had gone, especially Jamee. I stood up and walked toward the bedroom, wobbling a little from all the booze. There was my sweet loving wife on her back with Jim's cock stuck in her.

I have to tell you this and I really mean it. It was not a sexual sight to see my wife with another man's cock in her. It had to be the worst picture I could imagine. All those stories that said I would get a hard on or be turned on were full of shit. My stomach started to churn at the sight of my wife lying on the bed saying more. "I want more."

I was still pretty much drunk but I staggered into the room and got in two sucker punches to Jim's head before he turned and pulled his cock out of my wife. He jumped off the bed with his cock dangling and caught me a good one in my stomach with his foot.

I started vomiting right then and there on the end of Jim's bed. I heard Jamee scream out, "God no, what have I done?"

A number of things happened at the same time. Jim just stood back, standing there naked, while I was puking on his bed and floor. Jamee was sitting on the bed naked and crying and Linda came running into her bedroom asking what the hell was going on?

She had taken a few friends home and returned sooner than Jim had expected her. She looked at her husband and asked him what the hell he had done. It didn't take but a few seconds to see what had happened. She went into her bathroom and handed me a towel. "Take your fucking slut wife and get the hell out of my house." Jamee was still crying and quickly put her bathing suit back on.

I told Linda how sorry I was and she just said, "Get that fucking bitch out of my house. You can keep the damn towel." I walked out of the room and Jamee went to say something to Linda but she wasn't listening. We heard her screaming at her husband as we walked out the front door.

We got in the car and headed home. I couldn't say a word to her. She cried and tried to apologize all the way home. I wasn't listening. My mind was mush right now. When we got home I went down the basement and slept on a bed we kept down there. I told Jamee we would talk in the morning.

I couldn't sleep I just lay there and tried to figure out what to do next. Jamee was the cheater but I really have to wonder how much of the situation I had created with my stupid fantasizing. Was our marriage over? Could I forgive her? Should I forgive her? What about our jobs, family and friends? Now I realized the moral that DG Hear wrote in his story. Cheating or affairs affect everything and everyone in our life. A hell of a price to pay for some sex!

Chapter 2: The aftermath of cheating.

I got up the next morning and cleaned up. I put the coffee on and waited for Jamee to get up. I had heard her crying most of the night and I doubt if she got much sleep either. I heard her going into the bathroom and my stomach began to churn. I was a bundle of nerves. When she came out of the bathroom, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.

Looking at her was hard. I knew I should start the conversation so I asked her straight out, "Why did you do it?"

"It just happened. I was drunk and it just happened. I love you Jerry, I wish it hadn't happened but it did. We have to move on now," replied Jamee.

"Bullshit! It doesn't just happen. He doesn't just take you into his bedroom; just undress you and stick his dick in you. You could have stopped him at any time. When I walked in the room he wasn't raping you. You were giving yourself freely to him."

She started to cry lightly. "He was hitting on me and I drank a lot."

"Bullshit Jamee, I don't want excuses, I want answers. I want to know everything if we are to stay married."

I know I had a real problem here. I was the one who put all those ideas in her head. I knew what she did was partially a result of what I half conditioned her to do. Now I had to wonder if I could live with the results of her infidelity and my actions.

I think that was the first time that she realized that our marriage might be over, that I might leave. "What? You're thinking of leaving me. Jerry, we can work through this," said Jamee.

"Then I need the truth. How long have you been seeing him?"

"This was the only time that it had ever gone that far," replied Jamee.

"So, you've been with him before? How many other guys did you fuck behind my back?"

"No, it wasn't like that. I've never fuck... made love to anyone but you. You have to believe me. It was the only time. Jim would hit on me at work. You know, ask for dates or pat my behind. He would say a lot of sexy things to me about my body or how he would like to get me alone for a half hour, things like that."

"Was he the only one to do that? You know, talk sexy to you," I asked.

"No, you know that. All our friends kid around like that. It's never meant anything. Guys hit on girls all the time but we just laugh it off. If I'm to be honest with you, I like to be looked at; I like compliments as much as the next girl. I know that you talk like that to other women too. Does that mean you wanted to fuck them?"

"You went further than talk. You were fucking him! Now lets talk about that."

Jamee was holding back her crying as best she could as she tried to explain what happened. "We arrived at the party and as I said, I had been drinking too much. It's not an excuse but it is a fact that alcohol lowers the inhibitions of people. Jim was talking sex to me all night. Things like how nice I looked and he talked about my butt. He tried touching me a few times when we were in the pool."

"Did he succeed," I asked.

Jamee lowered her head, "Yes, but I thought it was all in fun. I started thinking about how we used him in our fantasy. So, yes, he touched me. I was getting a little turned on thinking about what you and I do and it started to go too far with Jim. I pushed his hand away when I realized he was fingering me. I was still drinking and you were getting drunk too. One time when Jim came back to me in the water we were joking about having sex. I laughed and told him about our sexual fantasy."

"You what? You told him that you used his name in our lovemaking? How stupid could you get? Why would you tell him such a thing?"

Again, I realized I was the one who started it. I was only reaping what I sowed. I knew I was blaming her when half the guilt was mine. I guess I was trying to deny my guilt and face the truth. But still, I didn't think it was something she should have shared.

"It just came out. He laughed and started in touching me again. It felt good. You had disappeared, I looked up for you but you weren't there. I was getting turned on thinking about what we do in our fantasies. Most everyone had left the party and Linda told Jim she would be back in about an hour. She was going to take some people home. She didn't drink that night for that reason. Jim offered but she told him he had too much to drink.

"When she left, Jim was back on me again, right away. It was only me and him. You weren't around. He kept touching me and fingering me the same way you do. He told me we just had a few minutes till Linda got back and we could turn that fantasy into a reality. I don't know why I did it but I went into his bedroom and, ... well, you know the rest."

"No, tell me," I demanded.

"Jerry, please, you know what happened."

"Say it, tell me what he did to you." I wasn't getting off on this, in fact I had tears in my eyes. I wanted her to admit to everything she did."

"We walked into the house and Jim saw you asleep on the couch and laughed. He took me by the hand into his bedroom and undid my top and started sucking my breasts. It felt good; I can't deny that. He slipped off my bottoms and I lay on his bed. Jerry, that's enough, please."

"Finish the damn story; I want to hear it all. How you cheated on me and made me a wimp."

"God, Jerry, you're no wimp. You know that," said Jamee.

"Just finish the damn story," I replied.

"As I lay on the bed, Jim started eating me out, just like you always say in the fantasy. I was thinking about the three of us while he was doing it. How you always talk about it. I was getting hotter when he stopped eating me and he mounted me. He put his cock in me. He felt good but not like when you do it."

"I heard you yell out give me more. Sounds like you enjoyed it," I said.

"I was getting fucked for Pete's sake, of course it felt good but with you it always felt so much better. It's why I kept saying more. I was thinking about us together and I wanted more, you always gave me more. I never did come. That's when you came in the room. When you hit Jim, my whole married life flashed before me and I realized what might happen. You aren't going to leave me are you, Jerry? I made a big mistake. I regret it but I can't undo it. Please forgive me," asked Jamee.

I loved her, I really did. I loved my girls and I wondered how this situation would affect our family. I looked over at Jamee and all I could see is her fucking another man, fucking Jim.

I know Jamee cheated but how much did I contribute to it? It all began with what I probably put into her head. I guess I just didn't want to face the truth. I was the biggest part of the fault here. The stupid ass fantasies and stories where every man wants to see his wife get fucked while he jacks off in the corner. God, how stupid can a person be. How stupid was I? Now I had to deal with the after effects of our actions. I knew I needed time away from her. I had to work this out in my mind. I created this situation and didn't know how to fix it. I continually pictured her in bed with another man.

"Jamee, I love you. I love you more than anything but this tore my insides out. I can't look at you without picturing you on your back, getting fucked by Jim. I do feel that some of the blame is mine because of the fantasies but you acted them out. I have to get away. Right now I can't live in the same house with you."

Jamee was crying and kept telling me how sorry she was. I packed my bags. I called my parents and asked them if I could move back home for a while. I just told them that Jamee and I had some marital problems to overcome and I didn't want to stay at our house any more. Jamee got dressed and went over to get our girls. When she got back I was gone.

Over the next few months I would stop over at the house most everyday to see my daughters. It was hard leaving them to go to my temporary home.

They were four and five years old. I wanted to be with them as much as possible. Jamee was always there and asked me when I was coming home. She always looked nice and I missed her so much. It was just that I couldn't come to the grips of my own reality. I always pictured her on the bed fucking Jim. I just couldn't let it go.

We had a good relationship other than not living together. We kept a good relationship together mostly for the kids but we still loved each other. We would take the kids someplace almost every weekend, parks, beach, the zoo, movies. We did it all as a family, except I went to another home every night. I began crying a lot after leaving my family. I knew I couldn't go on forever like this. I had to do something.

Before I tell you what I decided to do, I will do my best to update you on what happened after I left the house. I moved in as I mentioned with my parents. Jamee's parents live about sixty miles away. All she had here were her friends. Most of her friends stuck by her. Of course the rumors were circulating and were somewhat true.

After we left Jim and Linda's place they got into a big argument. I guess this wasn't the first time that Jim played around. Linda threw him out and applied for a divorce. Any mutual friends that Linda and Jamee had sided with Linda. The wives didn't want their husbands anywhere around Jamee. This crowd labeled her as a home wrecker. She pretty much hung out with Rachel and some of our joint friends. She told me in little talks that we had that she didn't joke around like we used to.

At work Jim started to hit on her hot and heavy and also told a few of the other agents how hot Jamee was and that she broke up his marriage. She told me that she told him off a dozen times and told him to leave her alone. When he started calling her at the house she filed a harassment suit against him and two other agents. It got so bad that she quit her job. Her attorney said she had a good case because she recorded the harassment messages after the first incident.

She quit her job and now works with Rachel at one of the local department stores. I have talked to Rachel and she told me that Jamee really loves me and admits she made a huge mistake. She also told me that Jamee as been asked out a number of times but always refuses. She was hoping that someday I would forgive her.

I stopped by the insurance office where Jim worked. I waited for him to leave the office and approached him.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asked. "Want another beating?"

"I'm not drunk now. I'm only going to say this once. Leave Jamee the fuck alone. The next time you bother her I will come back and kill you. This isn't a threat; it's a fact. You messed up my life and I would have no problem going to jail for killing you."

Jim knew I was very serious. I guess I was one of those guys that you just knew to leave alone when I was in certain moods. I meant every word I said to him and even showed him my pistol. He backed up and got in his car and drove away. He never said a word and he never bothered Jamee again.

I applied for a dissolution of our marriage right after the incident happened. I had until a certain date to change my mind. I was in total turmoil and actually talked to a psychiatrist about my problems. Jamee was happy that I was seeing a doctor. She figured that was the first stage in our getting back together.

I stopped by to see her two days before the dissolution was to take place. I asked to talk to her and she said she would take the girls to Rachel's so we could be alone.

"Are you going to stop the dissolution and come back to me and the girls? You know I've never stopped loving you and regret everything I did. There's nothing I can do to change it. It's all up to you now. I don't want a divorce. I want you back Jerry." She had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

"Jamee, I'm going through with the divorce. We need a new start."

"No, I'm trying Jerry, I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." She was crying out loud now.

"Please listen, I talked to the doctor and I have an idea. You tell me what you think."

"I don't understand. You just said you're divorcing me," replied Jamee.

"I want us to start out new. I want to get the divorce and move up to Ravenna where your parents live. We can get remarried there. I want us to write our own vows and both sign them and promise to live by them. I want to put our past into the past and start anew in a town where no one knows our history. I asked at the factory and I'm transferring up there the week after next. If you want to go..."

"Of course I want to go; I'm madly in love with you. I'll go anywhere you want as long as we can be a family again." Jamee was crying full tilt now.

"Do you want to make love to me now?" asked Jamee. "The kids are at Rachel's and I want you so bad."

"No, you'll have to wait the same as me. We will get married in two weeks if you want to and we will be together again," I replied. "We can kiss though," I said as I took her into my arms.

God she was so soft and warm. I wanted her so bad but it would just have to wait. I had to start anew. We went over to Rachel and Bob's to get the kids. When they saw us together they came running up.

"Daddy, Daddy, you're back. Are you going to stay with us now? Why is mommy crying?" the kids asked.

"I'm happy sweetheart. Pretty soon we are going to be a whole family again. Now you kids go play so Daddy and I can talk to Rachel."

"So you're not getting the divorce? I knew you two could work it out," said Rachel.

Jamee looked at Rachel and said, "We are getting a divorce Rachel."

"No, no you can't you two belong together. You have to work it out," said Rachel.

"Rach, I said. "This is going to be hard for you to understand. I have to start over again. I'm going through with the divorce but we are going to get remarried and start over with a new slate. Most people won't understand but it's something I have to do. We will be moving to Ravenna and starting over. You and Bob are our best friends. You are always welcome to come see us. It's just over an hour away."

"I think I do understand," said Rachel. "Bob and I have been talking and we decided that things were getting a little out of hand with us too. I think we all learned a good lesson before it went too far with us."

Bob looked over at Jamee. "I'm not allowed to touch that cute butt of yours anymore. I think I'm going to miss that," he said trying to put a little humor into the conversation.

Jamee smiled at Bob and said, "You're right! The only person who gets to play with my ass will be my new husband. I won't let him touch it till we get married either." We all started laughing.

"Seriously guys, I want to thank you for standing by Jamee and me during this time. It meant a lot to us."

"What are real friends for? We'll always be there for you two and the girls. Don't forget that visiting goes both ways. We'll expect to see you whenever you're in town," remarked Rachel.