Chapter 4
Lillian
I was concerned when I awoke and found that Jake never came back to bed last night. What happened? Why did he suddenly stop fucking me, bolt out of bed and never come back?
Was he able to feel Robert’s cum in my pussy last night? That was the first time I ever did the sloppy second thing with Jake last night. He just came home too soon and I was not able to shower and flush my pussy out like I normally do.
“How can I explain my pussy being so slippery and milky last night? Lotion! I’ll tell Jake that I had a dry itch last night before going out and I used some ointment to resolve the problem.
It was 9am and Jake was in the shower. He is going to be late to work today. But that is normal for after nights of stake-outs. I warm up some homemade cinnamon buns that are Jake’s favorite and have a cup of coffee ready.
“I forgot to mention last night that I had a dry itchiness in my Hoo-Hah last night and used a vaginal ointment to get rid of it,” I told my husband as I handed him his coffee mug. “That was probably why my pussy felt different to you last night,” I offered.
“Yeah, I’m sure that what that was,” Jake answered gruffly. Jake left the house without even acknowledging the cinnamon roll I warmed up for him. Uh-Oh! He’s really pissed!
I’ll just have to be careful for a couple of days. There is no way he can prove that my squishy pussy wasn’t from an ointment! I will make sure to do laundry and wash everything I wore last night.
I call Robert and explain to him that we should take a few days off. I explain to him what happened last night. “I want to be sure his suspicions go away before continuing our little steady Tryst ,” I tell him.
Unfortunately, Alex is knocking on my door before I can text him and tell him not to come over. Oh well. One little quickie won’t hurt anything. May as well have him come in. Yes, cum in me like Robert did last night.
For some reason, it feels even more delicious when Alex shoves his young throbbing cock into my cheating married cunt today. Yes, Jake had sloppy seconds last night and I feel like a nasty slut that I did that to him.
Maybe, I’ll have Jake fuck me when he gets home with my pussy full of jizz again. I can tell him that it is proof that I am using an ointment.
I have a blinding orgasm as I envision Jake plowing into my cummy twat and adding his load of cum to what is already inside of me.
Alex is in my bed for two hours and spurts his cum into me 4 times.
My pussy is a dripping mess. I smile as I use a maxi-pad to hold the cum inside of me.
Yes! I will get Jake to fuck me when he gets home with Alex’s cum drooling out of me.
Before Alex leaves, I ask Alex to clean the leaves out of our pool.
“You already got paid,” I told him with a smirky grin. “Indeed I did,” he chuckled.
Jake
I am out of sorts when I get to work at 9:30am. No one was expecting me to be here till noon but I just couldn’t stay at home. Just the thought of having sloppy seconds makes my skin crawl.
Would Lillian really do that to me? Would she make me a cuckold, fuck other men behind my back. Does she really think I would never figure that out? Does she forget what I do for a living? That would just be insane arrogance to think I would never figure it out.
How long? How long has she been fucking other men behind my back? Her excuse of vagina cream is complete bullshit! I look that up on Google and find that there are dozens of those types of cream. Yet I have never once seen any of those creams in our bathroom suite.
Knowing Lillian, she will probably go out today and buy one of those creams to back up her obvious lie. It was not the cream that made her reek of a man’s cologne last night. It was obvious that she had just got home.
How long? How long have I been stupidly ignorant of the fact that my wife is fucking other men? Why am I not enough for her? What did I do that was so bad that she has to seek out other men? Where have I failed her?
As those thoughts run through mt mind, I recognize that I have heard hundreds of wife’s and husbands ask the same questions. “Why didn’t I see this earlier? Is another question that usually goes unanswered.
Son of a bitch! I am sitting here in my own office asking the same unanswered questions that I have heard unendingly over the 11 years I have been an investigator. Even before that. I heard many military wives and husbands ask the same questions.
I call Eve on the intercom and ask her to send in Danny, my number one investigator and good friend. “I need to ask you to do me a personal favor and not tell anyone what I ask you to do,” I tell Danny once he is in my office with the door closed.
I need you to go to my house and do some surveillance with the surveillance van,” I tell Danny. “I think my wife is cheating on me,” I confide. “Oh Jake! That’s so fucked up,” Danny gasped. “Exactly why I want this to stay between you and me,” I advised my friend.
“I would do it myself but I am already tied up in a case involving a rich CEO,” I report. “Just hang out till around 4pm and tell me if you see anything.” I requested.
I called the woman of the man I followed last night and told her what I had witnessed and captured on video. I emailed her the video and audio files I had of what happened and told her to make a backup copy on a thumbnail drive to give to her lawyer if she decides on a divorce.
“What about me? Am I going to file a divorce if I prove what I think is happening. I feel a knot in my stomach. Why did she betray our marriage like this?