Another 'Smart' Cheater

I recently spent a week in my hometown to take care of some chores my folks needed to have done at their home. On the second day of my visit I dropped in my old stomping grounds for a beer. As soon as I walked in the tavern I saw an old high school buddy; Vince waved me over to the table where he was watching the Blackhawks lose and get knocked out of the playoffs. As soon as the game ended we started to chat.

"What's it been, six or seven years since I last saw you?"

"Yea, it was our twenty-five-year reunion. Time flies."

"You still married to Kate?"

"Still happily married. How about you? Are you and Peg still married?"

"Nah, got divorced two years ago. Just like one of those stories on the Internet; caught her cheating with some scum bag. Tried counselling but it didn't stick."

The fact Vince brought up the stories on the Internet piqued my interest; I was going to play dumb, but had to ask. "What stories are you talking about?"

"There's a website called Literotica, one of the favorite topics is "Loving Wives", but many of the stories are about wives that cheat and get caught. Some of the wives get dumped, some of the couples reconcile. No matter how the stories end, the readers' comments afterwards prove you can't please everybody. It's kind of funny in a way."

"OK Vince, I confess. Not only do I know the website, I've contributed a few stories myself. It's kind of a hobby when I have the free time, which isn't often."

"Are you any good?"

"I do OK, not like the guy who uses qhml1 as his handle, StangStar6, or Just Plain Bob, but I get some decent scores and a few 'attaboys' in the comments. Enough to keep me trying and writing."

"Bill, if I tell you my story, would you try to publish it? It might be the one decent thing to come out of this sordid mess. And if it didn't happen to me, I might have found it amusing."

"I'll buy the next round and borrow a pad and pen from the bartender. You tell me your story and I'll give it a shot."

And for the next two hours Vince told me how another 'Smart Cheater" got caught.

Vince's Tells His Tale To Bill

Try not to laugh too hard when I tell you this, but any time I take a leak when I'm home I sit on the toilet seat. Yes, just like a woman. I don't do it when I'm anywhere else and especially if there's a urinal handy; in fact, I wanted to put a urinal in our master bathroom and Peg threw a fit, "I'm not having a damn urinal in my bathroom," quote-end-quote.

I never told her the reason because it had to do with my first wife Stacy and any time I mentioned Stacy's name Peg would go ballistic and I'd get cut off for days.

Stacy would bitch at me whenever she cleaned the toilets in our apartment because some of the urine inevitability would end up on the bowl; don't laugh, you know it's true, there's just no way to always hit the water when you're peeing standing up. I always lifted the seat, and I always put the seat down afterwards - I'm not stupid, just not a great aim. So I got in the habit of dropping my pants before taking a leak at our place. A dirty toilet was not the reason for my first divorce, but that's another story.

Back to Peg. She didn't know about my habit of sitting down, never came up even when I suggested putting the urinal in our bathroom. If she would have agreed to the damn thing, we'd probably still be married and I'd still be a cuckold.

So, as you probably read in any of the Loving Wives stories, it's usually a small thing that triggers a husband's suspicions. No different in my case. I had spent a few days out of town earlier in the week and Saturday Peg and I were cleaning up the house before company came for dinner. I took bathroom duty. Imagine my surprise when as I'm cleaning the toilet in the master bath, it was obvious that there was pee on the rim under the seat. Some guy had peed in the bathroom next to our bedroom.

I racked my brain for a logical reason. Did I just forget and pee standing up? Nope. Did we have workmen in the house last week? Nope. Is there any reason besides the most obvious one why a man would be upstairs in our bathroom? Nope.

So what do I do now?

I searched the house, her computer and cell phone over the next few days and found nothing, absolutely nothing that would confirm that Peg was balling another man while I'm out of town. I bought and hid two voice activated recorders, one in the bedroom, one in the living room. For two weeks I listen to the previous day's recordings while I'm at work; nothing.

So now I'm thinking that it must have been a fluke, that Peg's not messing around. But I figure I'll try one more thing.

I tell Peg I have a quick business trip out of town the next week and I request a personal day from my boss. It's my normal routine when I go out of town to call Peg as soon as my flight lands; she says it calms her down to know the plane lands safely and that I'm all right. Such a caring wife, right?

On the day of my pretend trip I drive to the airport, rent a van and go back to our street; parking down the block a bit. At 9:00 am I call Peg and tell her I've landed in Detroit all safe and sound. Peg tells me, "I love you Vince." And we hang up.

Ten minutes later Peg is pulling her car out of the drive. I wonder if I should follow her, but decide against it; after all, if she is screwing around on me, she's doing it where her asshole is pissing in my toilet. Within twenty minutes Peg is pulling back in the garage. She's alone in the car and the garage door goes down. What the fuck is going on?

I'm just sitting in the back of the van wondering what I should do. I've been drinking coffee and now I have to take a piss. Luckily I'd been watching some cop show on TV and had an empty gallon jug with me like they had on the show. I'm emptying my bladder in the jug and almost miss Peg pulling back out the drive. It's been a little over an hour since she got home and again, she's all alone in the car.

It's just about when Peg leaves for her job at Nordstrom's, she's a personal shopper and works part time. I decide to follow her car. By the time I get the van started and going, she's a couple blocks ahead off me. I'm staring at her car as I try to get behind her and damn if it doesn't look like there's two people in the car now. But she catches a green light and I miss it. There's too much traffic to run the red light and I loose her. I drive over to the mall and by the time I get there, Peg is parking in the Nordstrom lot - and she's the only person in the car.

I'm totally confused. I go back to the airport, turn in the van and drive my car to the house. I grab the recorders and notice the sheets are off the bed and in the washing machine. The recorder from the living room has nothing. But the recorder I had hidden behind my nightstand breaks my heart.

Nothing until a male voice says, "Suck my cock Peggy. Get me hard for you."

The recorder isn't good enough to pick up anything for a while so the next thing I hear is, "Spread your legs baby. Get ready for my cock."

"Fuck me, don't tease me. Quick rubbing that thing on my cunt and stick it in."

"Damn, you're tight. You getting anything from your husband?"

"He does all right, but you know damn well there aren't many men on the planet with a dick as big as yours. So quit bringing up Vince and fuck me."

The rest of the recording went that way. My wife telling the guy to fuck her and him grunting. He must have really had some dick on him because Peg was screaming for most of the time until he shouted that he was cumming. The two of them then started wailing like someone's being killed. Which I guess was fitting because it was Peg's and my marriage dying right then and there.

I left the house. I'm not embarrassed to say I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I got a room at the Courtyard down by the airport and drank half a bottle of Jack Daniels that night. The most amazing thing is, about 6:00 I call Peg from the hotel room, I'm not drunk yet and I pretend I'm calling from Detroit. Peg is all lovey-dovey as we tell each other about our day, I'm making up some story about an imaginary client just trying to keep my cool, Peg's telling me about some rich asshole who was complaining about the thread count in his dress shirts or something.

The whole conversation is bizarre, as if she hadn't been fucking some guy in our bed that morning and I'm pretending like I didn't know. She gets off the phone, but not before telling me, "I'm going to miss you sleeping in our bed tonight, I'll be all alone Vince. I love you sweetheart." That's when I really started to hit the bottle.

Since I was only supposed to be out of town for a day I wait until Peg is back at work. I call her at two, tell her I've landed and am going straight to the house. She says she'll see me right after work and we should order out for dinner. When I get to the house I search the place. The sheets are fresh. The recorders don't pick up a thing except for our conversation from the previous evening and a call she made to her mom. There's not one thing I can find in the next couple hours that would confirm what I heard of the two of them screwing on the recording from yesterday morning.

Now the toughest part. Trying to act normal when Peg gets home. All those drama class lessons I took in high school; remember I was the leading man in the senior play of 'Julius Caesar'? You guys all gave me shit about being in the play and wearing makeup and eye shadow, but it was my father that encouraged me to get into theatre. He said any straight guy in theatre would get all the pussy he could handle because so many of the theatre guys were gay and the straights would have less competition. He was right, too. I spent a lot of nights after rehearsals putting it to the chick who played Cleopatra. Damn she had a body on her.

Sorry, I got distracted. Anyway, all the acting lessons paid off because I was able to spend the next week being nice to Peg without tipping my hand. I had to find out who she was fucking and I had to have some proof besides the stupid voice recording.

I spent a few grand to buy a small camera that can be hidden. I only need one because they obviously use our bed. I get a GPS transmitter for her car in case I lose them again. I also put one of the recorders in the kitchen by the landline phone. I tell Peg I need to go back to Detroit in a couple days.

Same routine; pick up the rental van and phony call that I've landed in Detroit, sit down in the van and wait. Within twenty minutes Peg's backing out the car, but this time I follow her from a distance. She pulls in front of a small business on Oak Street, a guy comes out, locks the front door and gets in Peg's car. I took a couple photos from my camera with a telephoto lens, just in case. I don't need to follow Peg because I know where she's heading. Instead, I just head to a nearby café, have breakfast and wait until Peg goes to work.

That afternoon answered a lot of questions. Peg used the landline to call her fuck-toy, guess that way there was no track of it on the cell call log. It was a short conversation and I only heard her side of it.

"Barry, Vince just landed in Detroit, can you close up your shop for an hour?"

Barry must have agreed because next Peg said, "Great, I'll pick you up in twenty."

I checked the video from the hidden camera in our bedroom. No surprise there, it captures the two of them undressing each other, him mauling her tits, her playing with his cock getting it hard. Another question is answered when I see what she's playing with.

This guy's got a cock on him the size of John Holmes'; as I'm watching it grow and later fuck my wife I'm thinking it's like one of those novelty baseball bats they give away at the ballpark for Pete's sake - I know that's an exaggeration. I watch her practically spin around on the damn thing before I get nauseous. Even when I turn away I can hear her howling for him to, "fuck meeee, fuckkkkk meeee."

I turn back to the screen, Peg's now facing the camera and her face is contorted, her eyes are open but I can't see her pupils because her eyeballs have rolled into the back of her head I guess. She's riding the guy reverse cowgirl, with her hands on his knees and she's just pounding down on that thing. How does a normal guy compete with that shit?

After her third or fourth orgasm riding the thing she gets up, plants her pussy on the guy's face and bends down to kiss his dick. She can't get much more than the head in her mouth; damn, she could suck my entire dick down her throat. But with this guy, just the head fits so she uses her two hands to jack him off. The guy cums, I can see her swallow two loads then takes her mouth off the head. The guy keeps cumming! At least three more loads come out of his dick and covers her face and hair. All the time Peg has a smile on her face.

She turns around and the guy tosses a pillow at her to wipe her face; my pillow! They both get up and walk into the bathroom, I can't see them anymore, but I can hear the shower and laughing.

Peg comes back in the room, strips the bed and my pillowcase - thank god. While she leaves the room with the sheets he comes back from the shower with that damn dick hanging down half way to his knees.

Peg walks in, gives it a squeeze and says, "Get dressed so I can drop you off before I go to work." He leaves the room; she puts on her makeup and dresses for work.

After the video ends I sat in the bedroom getting pissed and sad. My marriage is over. The rest of the afternoon is spent dealing with the usual crap - closing accounts, moving money, all the bullshit you read about in the stories. I already had a name of an attorney from a friend who went through a divorce, so I called the attorney's office to make an appointment for later that week. I find a hotel with weekly rates, pack a couple bags then sit down and wait for Peg to get off work.

I needed to know the answers to the rest of my questions, it was time to fill in the blanks. I confront Peg as soon as she walks in the door. I had the photo of the guy printed out in an 8X10 sitting on the kitchen table.

"How long have you been fucking this guy?"

Peg looked surprised for a half-second before answering. "Since high school."

"No, I mean how long since we've been married?"

"The whole time Vince. I've been fucking Barry since high school. All through my college years, during my first marriage, the entire time we dated and were engaged. The entire time we've been married. I never stopped fucking Barry. It's never been an everyday or even every week thing. But probably at least once a month, sometimes a little more, Barry and I get together and screw for an hour."

I didn't say a thing as Peg just rambled on and on about Barry's cock.

"I love his cock and I guess I need his cock. We don't "love" each other and we tried to never let our screwing interfere with our other relationships. I've been married to you for seven years now and never once said "no" to you. I've been a good wife. Barry has a wife and she's not missing anything because he's been with me. In fact, if I had to fuck that big pole on a regular basis, I'd be happy for the break once and a while."

I was getting sick and tired listening to Peg go on and on about Barry's giant dick.

"Peg - stop. I can't take it anymore. You make your cheating sound logical; like I should accept some other guy having the occasional opportunity to bang my wife with his 'big pole'."

"Vince, I promise that even though you know about Barry I will continue to be discreet. I won't shove it in your face or take time away from us to be with him. Nothing will change related to our loving relationship."

And damn it Bill, I'm sitting there looking at my beautiful, sexy wife listening to her honeyed words and I'm actually thinking about letting her continue. I'd already been divorced once, now I was going to be a two-time loser trying to find dates. Suddenly I got my head out of my ass.

"NO FUCKING WAY!

"Peg, I may be a cuckold today, but I'm not going to be one tomorrow! Sign the papers when you get them Peg, we'll split everything down the middle and go our separate ways."

I got up from the table, grabbed the bags I'd packed and walked out the front door.

Peg was screaming at me while I got in my car. "You'll be back Vince. You'll be crawling back asking for my forgiveness for leaving tonight. I'll take you back, but nothing's going to change."

It was tough for the first couple months and I almost went back more than once. Peg even tried to convince our counselor that there was nothing wrong with her continuing to fuck Barry while married to me. And every once and a while Peg would leave a voice mail on my office phone, she'd call late at night. "I'm lying in bed Vince honey. I'm wearing that lingerie you bought me for our fourth anniversary. I'm wet for you, sweetie, come home tomorrow and make love to me."

But I stayed strong and the divorce went through after six months. Of course I got reamed; this is a no-fault state. The fact Peg had screwed another man and had no plans to stop didn't matter. We split everything 50/50 like I asked, but Peg asked for and got a judgement for alimony. I'll be paying her for the next three years.

And before you ask, I did think about revenge, but anything I came up with was illegal and I wouldn't do too good in prison getting butt fucked. I did call Barry's wife and told her about Peg and her husband. Turns out Peg was right; as long as Barry came home every night and gave her the big dick on occasion, she was happy as a pig in mud. So even that attempt at revenge turned to crap.

But I will say his. They both better watch out if I ever go to my doctor's and get told I have six months to live!

Vince finished the story as he finished his third beer.

"So what do you think Bill? Is there a story there for Literotica?"

I thought about what Vince had shared. Another tale of a cheating wife who thought she was too smart to get caught. Unfortunately for the burn-the-bitch crowd, this bitch got away without getting burned, but at least she lost her husband. And at least Vince kept his balls and a little bit of dignity.

"Vince - I'll give it my best shot."

I paid the tab, we each consumed three pints and split a plate of nachos while Vince talked. As I got up Vince looked at me like a light bulb went off in his head.

"BillandKate, right?"

"You caught me, but please don't spread it around. You know how everyone talks in this town and Kate would kill me if she thought anyone knew who we were."

"Won't say a thing; just do a good job telling my story."