Losing My Wife Ch. 01

"My harem, I like that. Mmmm, yeah, I like that," she cooed as I rubbed her nipples between my fingers. "Yeah, I think I will add him to my harem. He has a really big one, you know."

"Is that what you are, a slut for big cocks?" I asked as I pulled out my cock, and pushed her skirt up around her waist (thank goodness the kids were already asleep!).

"Yeah, I'm a slut," Jen breathed hotly into my ear as I entered her. "But you like that, don't you cowboy? You want your wife to be a slut."

My cock twitched when she called me cowboy, remembering how she'd called Tony the same thing. Jen noticed my excitement, and also remembered when she'd called Tony that. "I called him that because he wore a silly cowboy costume at last year's Halloween party," she explained answering my silent question. Then she looked at me with an inquisitive grin. "You like the idea of me dating Tony, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, I'm not sure why," I admitted. "He seems --- dangerous."

"Dangerous," Jen repeated, as if contemplating the word. Then she leaned closer to me and whispered hotly in my ear. "That's good, because, you know, slutty girls like dangerous boys."

In the year Jen had been dating and having sex with other men, she typically had her regulars (what I called them), a group of guys she regularly dated and fucked. A few like Darren were always on the list, but others rotated on and off. It was like that with all the populars, everyone had their regular fuck buddies.

"Who are you going out with tonight?" I asked as Jen pulled on her stockings, getting ready for work. I loved watching her get dressed. She'd shower, rub moisturizer over her entire body, then put on her bra, panties and stockings (and garter belt, when she wore one). Then she'd do her hair and makeup, wiggle into her dress or blouse and skirt, and finally slip into her high heels.

"Tony," she said matter-of-factly. "Can you zip me?" she asked turning her back to me and holding her long hair to the side.

"Again? You've been seeing a lot of him."

She shook out her hair and turned to look at me. "You don't want me to go out with him? If you don't, I won't."

"No, it's not that, I'm just curious why you don't go out with the populars as much anymore."

"I don't know. I still go to the happy hours, but ... I don't know, I guess it's nice to go out with someone who actually likes to talk before fucking me. I mean, basically, Darren and the other popular boys see me as just a pretty blonde with nice legs. With Tony, at least he takes me to dinner or a play before trying to get into my pants."

"Dinner and shows -- definitely sounds like more than fucking," I said feeling chagrined.

"That's why it's called a date," Jen said giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I've really got to go, I'm late. Honey, tell me the truth, does it bother you I'm dating Tony? Because if it does I'll stop."

"No, it doesn't bother me, it's just ... no, it doesn't bother me."

Jen looked at me, giving me an inquisitive look as if trying to read my mind, then a curious smile. "I've really got to go," she said hurriedly. "See you late tonight." And with another quick kiss she was gone.

Over the next few months, Jen went from seeing Tony sometimes, to mostly, and then exclusively. She hardly went to the happy hours anymore, instead starting her date with Tony immediately after work on Friday. More and more, she'd go out with him both Friday and Saturday nights, staying out late and getting home very freshly fucked. It was annoying me, and the breaking point was when he texted her on Christmas eve. We were at church when his text came in. "Oh no," she said. "It's Tony, he just found out his mother died."

We argued on the way home, and then carried our argument into the privacy of our bedroom away from the kids' ears. "So you've leaving, on Christmas eve?"

"Michael, honey, his mother just died and he's all broken up," she said slipping out of her high heels and taking off her dress. "I have to go."

"No you don't have to go. You should stay with me and our children. It's Christmas eve."

"Honey, the kids are already asleep," she said, pulling on skinny jeans. She sat on the bed and slipped into her Jimmy Choo stiletto ankle boots, her long blonde hair almost touching the floor as she leaned over and zipped them. "I won't be gone too long," she continued, taking off her bra and then pulling on a white cashmere sweater. "I'll be back later tonight," she promised, adding with a smile to ease the tension, "even before Santa gets here." She brushed her hair swiftly and fixed her lipstick.

"If you're just going to see if he's okay, why are you getting all dressed up?" I challenged her.

I guess my angry tone finally got to her, and she lost her patience. "So, what Michael, are you going to start dressing me now? I'm just trying to be comfortable, that's all."

"Comfortable? That's a joke. Those jeans are so tight I can see the bumps of your garter belt. And what's up with wearing a garter belt and stockings under jeans? And I noticed you took off your bra. I can see your nipples right through your sweater. My god Jen, you look like a slut!"

Jen glared at me, and then looked away, hurt coming over her face. "You know, you've called me that before, but this is the first time I think you mean it." A tear came to her eye and she wiped it away. "I left the stockings on because it's cold outside. And I only left the garter belt on because I'm trying to rush. I know it's Christmas eve. I want to be here with you. So I want to just go over there, make sure he's okay, and then get back as fast as I can."

"Then why did you take your bra off?"

"I don't know Michael, I wasn't even thinking! I meant to put on a cami, but I forgot okay?" she said frustrated. "If you're worried I'm going over there to fuck him, I'm not. I just want to make sure he's okay."

"That's what really bothers me," I shot back. "This thing you have with Tony. It's not just physical, it's emotional. Remember your promise? You promised never to fall in love with anyone."

Jen took my face in her hands. "Let's talk about this later, okay? I promise I won't be gone for long."

We eyed each other silently for long moments, then I finally nodded my head. She kissed me. "I love you Michael, I really do. I won't be gone long, I promise."

She didn't get back until after 3am. I lay in bed awake, pretending to read a magazine. One look at her told me immediately he'd fucked her, and the guilt on her face confirmed it. She sat on the bed next to me and started to apologize, but I brushed her away. She looked about to cry, and long silent moments passed between us.

Then she leaned into me. That's what she usually did after getting back from a date. She'd kissed me so I could taste him in her mouth, smell him in her hair. She did that now. I tried to pull away but she knew me too well. She straddled my stomach and pulled her sweater off, showing the bite marks he'd left on her tits, around her nipples. She pressed her chest against my face, holding my head tight and feeding her nipples into my mouth. She kicked off her ankle boots -- I heard them fall on the floor -- and then wiggled out of her tight jeans. Her panties were gone, but she still wore the garter belt and stockings (although I saw her stockings were heavily laddered, no doubt from the hard fucking he'd given her). She reached between our bodies and guided my cock into her pussy. She felt incredibly loose and wet.

"You let him cum inside you, didn't you?" I challenged her.

She answered my question with a question. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Answer my question," I demanded.

"Tell me you're not mad at me anymore, and I'll tell you."

"Damn it Jen, it doesn't work that way! Did you let him cum in you?" I demanded again.

"Remember that first time I slept with Tony? When you watched? And then after, that night, I asked you to cum inside me? Remember?"

I nodded, not understanding where she was going with this.

"I wanted you to make me pregnant that night. Because I knew if I got pregnant, I'd stop dating and sleeping with other guys. Because if I didn't stop, I might fall in love. Because Tony had been after me, asking me out even before that first night, and I wanted to stop dating and seeing other guys, because I was afraid I might fall in love with him, because he's so handsome and sexy, and so successful, and I knew he'd be good in bed, but most of all, on top of all of that, because he reminded me of you."

My anger faded from me, replaced by numbness. "Did you fall in love with him?" I heard myself asking. It was one of those questions you didn't want to ask, because you were afraid of the answer. She didn't need to say anything, I saw the answer in her face. "I'm so sorry," she said, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."