Rob and Ellen Ch. 02

I watched him walk out to the garage and was glad that he would never know the truth of my night with Stu. The truth would just kill him. The truth was that Stu had given me the best sex of my life. It had been so good that I wasn't sure that I wouldn't have run away with him if he had asked. I really do love Rob and I'm sorry now that Stu and I played. I told the truth about the guilt I was carrying, but deep in my heart I know that I had kind of lied when I said 'never again.' It would never happen again unless I ran into Stu again and if that happened all bets were off.

I remembered that night and felt my pussy dampen with the memory. It had happened the way I'd told Rob, but I'd left out a whole lot of detail. Like the part where Stu told me that he wanted to make love to me and I'd said. "Sorry, but I'm married." He had smiled and said:

"I know. That's why I want you. Cheating sex is always the best kind. When you are cheating there is always a little extra zing to it."

The more we danced the more I thought about what Stu had said and I finally decided that I wanted to see about the "extra zing." It would be a one time thing and Rob would never know. Once I decided I hit Stu with the 'game playing' comment and he took me by the hand and led me to the elevator. As soon as the door closed he kissed me while one hand worked its way up under my skirt and before we had gone up one floor he had a finger in my pussy. The other hand had my left breast out of my dress and bra and I felt so slutty leaning back against the elevator wall high heeled feet spread wide as Stu kissed me and finger fucked me.

When the door opened on the fifteenth floor Stu's pants were unzipped and I had his cock in my hands, both of my tits were out of my dress and he had three fingers in me. Without giving me a chance to tuck my breasts back into my dress he took me by the hand and pulled me out of the elevator and into the hallway where an older coupler were walking up to the elevator. I saw the shock on their faces and I almost laughed as Stu pulled me down the hall toward his room. We got to room 1516 and Stu made me bend and take hold of the door knob. He moved my legs apart and unzipped and then he pushed my panties aside and entered my already soaking pussy with one hard push. He fucked me standing there in the hallway where anyone could have come out of their room or gotten off the elevator and seen us.

I had the first of my many orgasms of that night in that hotel corridor. Just after I came Stu shot his load into me and as he pulled out he said:

"That was the quick one. Needed to get it out of the way. Don't worry my sweet little slut, there is more to come."

He opened the door to the room and as soon as we were inside he pushed me to my knees and stuck his cock in my face and told me to get him hard again. I sucked it in greedily and gave him the best head that I could. I felt so slutty being on my knees in a strange man's room and sucking a strange man's cock. Stu had been right. There was a special zing to it.

When he was hard again we quickly undressed and got on the bed and he entered me from behind and fucked me like a dog. I came twice before he came again and then he pushed me into position for a sixty-nine and I went after his cock like a dog after a meaty bone. It took me longer to get him up that time, but I got the job done and we spent almost twenty minutes -- with three more orgasms for me -- in the missionary position and then we fell asleep exhausted.

I woke up in the morning to find Stu working on my butt with his fingers and some lube. I have never been taken anally before, but then I'd never been a cheating whore before either so I kept quiet and let him continue. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything that I thought I would ever want to do again either. We showered together and that led us back to the bed for another session of doggie sex. I dressed, kissed him goodbye and then headed back for my own room. I passed several people in the hallway and I wondered if looked to them like the slut I had spent the night being.

It wasn't until I was in my room and looking at myself in the mirror that I realized that in my passion I had totally forgotten that I was unprotected.

And now I was having to pay the price for that bit of stupidity.

I did love Rob and I knew that he loved (or had loved) me and I hoped that love would be strong enough to keep us together. I knew it would take time and a ton of forgiveness but I had to hope.

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As I puttered in the garage I thought about what Ellen had just told me. She said I could believe her when she said it was only the one time, but could I really? Just because she told me about her night and her pregnancy didn't mean that she wouldn't lie about others. How could I ever believe her after what she had admitted to? She had cheated on me and she would have kept it hidden -- and perhaps done it again -- and only confessed because she was afraid of what the baby would look like when it arrived. Maybe she lied about this Stu character having brown hair and eyes to make her lie more believable. For all I knew he had red hair and blue eyes. Telling me that she could have kept quiet about the baby because the asshole had the same color hair and eyes could have just been window dressing to try and convince me that...oh what the fuck! Why was I even trying to work my way through it. The bottom line was that Ellen had cheated on me and had gotten knocked up by the asshole she cheated with. The only things I should be thinking about were the things I needed to do.

First on the list was to see an attorney. I was pretty sure that I already knew the basics. We lived in a no-fault state so it would be an even split of assets. We both made about the same money so there would be no alimony and as far as child support was concerned Ellen would have to take that up with good old Stu.

I loved Ellen and I probably could have gotten by her having an affair as long as it was only the one time, but there was no way, love or no, I could live with another man's child. A child who would be a constant reminder of what she had done.

When I went back into the house Ellen was still sitting where I'd left her and I ignored her, but as I was passing by her she said:

"I need a big favor Rob." I stopped and she said, "If you are going to divorce me could you at least wait until after the baby is born?"

"Why the fuck would I want to do that?"

"I'm covered under your health insurance. If you divorce me before the baby is born I won't be able to get coverage for the pregnancy because they will call it a pre-existing condition."

"Beautiful Ellen; just fucking beautiful. You not only cuckold me but want me to subsidize the little bastard that you are carrying."

"You won't be subsidizing anything Rob because I'll pay all the deductibles."

"I'll still be paying for the kid even if you do pay the deductible and other expenses. I'll be paying for the family plan when I could save over five hundred a month switching coverage to just myself."

"Oh for God's sake Rob! I'll pay you the goddamned difference."

I shrugged and went on up to the bedroom slightly pleased that I'd made Ellen lose a bit of her control. I was in bed when I heard Ellen come up the stairs and I heard her stop outside the bedroom door and a minute later she moved on and I heard the door of the spare bedroom down the hall open and then close.

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The next morning at work I called several of my friends who had gone through divorces and got recommendations on divorce attorneys and then I called the one most recommended and made an appointment. He was able to see me the next day so I went to my boss and told him I had to take the next day off to take care of some personal business.

When I got home that night I found Ellen sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine in front of her. I couldn't resist the dig and so I said:

"I thought that the conventional wisdom was that you weren't supposed to drink when you are pregnant."

She looked up at me and didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and then she said:

"You are really going to do it? I didn't think you would. I really didn't think that you would."

"Didn't think that I would do what?"

"Go for a divorce. Mary Tolliver called me today. She told me that you had called Marv about a divorce lawyer."

"Of course I'm going for a divorce Ellen. You are sitting there with another man's child in you. What I can't understand is why you think that I should just accept that and go on like nothing is wrong."

"Because I love you Rob and I know that you love me. It is a problem Rob, a big problem, but we can work through it. I know we can."

"Maybe if it had happened because you were drunk on your ass and were taken advantage of or were the victim of a date rape drug, but none of that happened did it? By your own admission you knew what you were doing when you went into that man's room. By your own admission you went into that room because you wanted to go there. You say that you love me. When you were on that bed, legs spread and you were being fucked were you thinking, "This means nothing Rob. I love you and this means nothing." Were you saying to yourself "This is exciting, but Rob fucks me better." Did my name enter your mind at all between the time you got on that elevator and you returned to your own room?"

She looked down at the table and away from me so we both knew the answer to that one."

"I got stupid Rob. I made a mistake -- a big one -- and I regret it. God do I ever regret it. I'm sorry Rob; I'm really, really sorry."

"I don't doubt that for a second Ellen. You regret getting caught and you are sorry that I ended up finding out."

She didn't respond to that. She got up and got dinner off the stove and set it on the table. We ate in silence and when we were done I helped clear the table and load the dishwasher and then I went and found something to keep me busy.

The next day I saw the attorney and had what I already knew confirmed. It didn't matter if the grounds were infidelity or irreconcilable differences it would still be a fifty-fifty split of assets. If I filed for irreconcilable differences and it wasn't contested it could be over in three months. If I went for infidelity it would take three times as long regardless if Ellen fought it or not. It wasn't likely that there would be any alimony, but that would depend a lot on the judge we drew. There were some very liberal judges who always, regardless of circumstances, favored the wife and if we end up with one of them and Ellen cried "Oh what will I do when I can't go to work" I could end up paying some alimony.

The big surprise for me was that under current state law I was responsible for the child Ellen was carrying until such time as a DNA test could be done to prove that the child wasn't mine. That meant that I would have to leave Ellen on my health insurance after all.

"Quite frankly" the attorney said, "You would be better off holding off on the divorce until after the baby is born and your wife returns to work."

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Ellen had dinner on the table and she was sitting there with a glass of wine when I walked in. She looked at me and said "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You saw a lawyer today so what are you going to do?"

"I'm stuck with you until the baby is born. According to state law I'm responsible for the baby until a DNA test can be run to prove to the courts that the kid isn't mine. I could move out, but I'd still have to keep you on my insurance until the 'happy event' occurs so I might as well leave things as they are until then. Should be no problem. Separate bedrooms will help me keep it civil. I'll start eating out on the way home from work and that will keep you from having to cook for me."

"Don't be silly. I'd still have to cook for me. If you are dead set on having nothing to do with me I'll eat in the family room so you won't have to look at me across the table. Nothing else has to change. Alone or with you I still have to clean house and do laundry and I have always washed our clothes together so no change there. However there is one thing. If you are not going to share a bed with me you will have to make your own bed and keep your own room clean. Now if you will excuse me I need to go and find some place where I can be alone and feel sorry for myself."

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For the next three months we co-existed in the house. The meals were silent and we didn't speak to each other unless something happened where we had to. And then one Friday I came home from work and found a note on the kitchen table.

"Rob --

I can't take it any more. I can't live like this. I love you; I miss your touch, your taste and everything about you. It is killing me to be so close to you and yet so far away. I'm going to stay with my parents. You have their number if you need to reach me. I'm sorry Rob. I'm so very sorry for what I did to us. I love you and I always will.

Love,

Ellen"

The next morning I got a call at work from Ellen's father. "I'm in town today. Any chance you can join me for lunch?"

I knew what was going to happen, but I said, "Markham's at noon?"

"Good enough. See you there."

Jack was already at a table when I got there. We shook hands and got all the "good to see you" stuff out of the way and then the waiter was there to take our order. As soon as the waiter was gone Jack said:

"I guess you know what I wanted to see you about."

"Afraid so."

"Ellen is a mental wreck and her mother and I are worried about her. What happened between you two? Why did you kick Ellen out?"

"Hold up there Jack. I did not kick Ellen out. I came home from work and found a note on the kitchen able telling me that she was going to stay with you."

"But why? What happened between you two that caused that to happen?"

"You will have to get that from Ellen Jack. It is something that she will have to decide to make public. I won't go there."

"You have to give me more than that Rob. She is your wife and she is carrying your child. What could possibly be so bad that you would let Ellen and your child go?"

"Again Jack all I can say is that you will have to get it from Ellen. She chose to leave. I did not kick her out."

Two days later Jack called me. "I didn't realize it was that bad. I can't believe that I raised some one who could be that stupid. She does love you you know. Are you sure that there isn't any way you can work it out?"

"I don't see how Jack. She is determined to have the baby and with it around to remind me I can't see any way that I can forgive. From where I sit you can't forgive if you can't at least try and forget and the child would be a constant reminder.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way Rob. You have been good for Ellen and a great son in law. I hate to lose you."

"Thank you for that Jack. I feel the same about you as a father in law, but what can I say. Shit happens, even to the best of us."

Other things happened also. One was totally unexpected. As long as Ellen and I shared the house even though our interaction was limited the house seemed right. Once Ellen was gone it didn't. It took a while, but it finally dawned on me that what was wrong was that Ellen was gone and I missed her. Granted, we weren't getting along, but she was there. I saw her every day and I had not realized it, but her presence had been comforting.

I sat on the patio, drank beer, looked up at the stars and pondered the contradiction. Why did I miss her if I didn't want anything to do with her? How could her absence upset me so much when I couldn't stand to look at her when she was there in the house with me? I had to admit to myself that I loved Ellen and I missed her terribly. How could I miss her so much and deliberately stay away from her? About the only thing I figured out was that maybe I shouldn't drink beer and stare up at the stars.

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The meeting with Elsie at the plant had gone well. My visit had occurred at the just the right time from my standpoint at least. Keifer Industries was suffering some cash flow problems. Elise didn't tell me that of course -- it was rumored in the industry -- and I was able to negotiate some lower prices for the orders I'd placed.

Elise asked me if I would like to join her for dinner and having nothing better to do than go back to a lonely hotel room I said yes. We ate at the restaurant in the Hilton and we had finished eating and were sipping an after dinner drink when I saw him walk in. He joined a man at a table and while talking with Elise I kept looking over at him. Elise noticed and she looked over and then said:

"Isn't that the guy you did all the dancing with the last time you were here?"

"That's him."

"Want to go over and let him know you are here?"

"No thanks; not a good idea. Last time I almost let him get me up to his room. I'm not going to tempt fate."

We finished up and got up and left. As I rode up in the elevator I remembered my last time in that very same elevator and I felt the heat build up between my legs. My fingers were going to be busy that night, but then my pussy was very familiar with my fingers. It was all the poor thing had had since I stupidly told Rob about my pregnancy and then dropped the bomb on him that it wasn't his. I was living proof that honesty was not always the best policy.

I started undressing and when I was down to my thigh highs I put my heels back on and looked at myself in the floor length mirror. I looked pretty good for a pregnant broad. I turned and looked at myself from several angles and thought "What a waste." It was a crying shame that only my fingers would get to play with me. I was just turning away from the mirror when there was a knock on my door. There was no peep hole so I put on my robe, hooked the safety chain on the door and then opened it and looked through the gap. I saw Stu standing there. He was smiling and he said:

"I saw you in the restaurant and I checked with the front desk to see if you were checked in. You going to invite me in?"

I closed the door, unhooked the chain, opened the door and stepped back to let him in. I closed the door and turned to face him.

"Glad to see me?"

I thought of my husband and the fact that he didn't want me and so I gave Stu the most direct answer I could think of. I didn't say a word; just let my robe slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor. He smiled and began taking off his shirt and I moved to him and went to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and worked his pants and boxers down to his ankles and then I leaned forward and took his already hard cock in my mouth. After a couple of minutes he pulled me up and led me to the bed. I started to kick my heels off, but he told me to leave them on.

"It makes you look both sexy and slutty."

I moaned with pleasure as his hard cock pushed into me and I pulled my knees back to give him better access (and to get more of him in me). My hands went to his butt and I pulled him to me and then we just fucked. We fucked doggie, missionary, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy and he had my ass. I hadn't liked it all that much the last time we did it, but somehow this time it seemed fitting that the 'slut' take it with a smile. He took his time and I actually liked it enough to ask him to do me there again in the morning.

The morning? Oh yes. He stayed with me until one o'clock the next afternoon and when he left my room I was one satisfied lady. At one point he said:

"I see that the good life is catching up with you" and he pointed at the slight bulge of my stomach. "It is sexy. Good food?"