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The Betrayal 1/3
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Co-author's note:
This is a true story. All names of principal participants have _not_
been changed to protect the oh-so-guilty. All locales, establishments, dwellings
and surroundings appear exactly as described.
This true story is strictly for the entertainment, amusement, arousal,
or whatever of you, the viewing public. If you are not of legal age or cannot
handle explicit sex or adult themes then I encourage you to read no farther. If
you think I'm a prick for manipulating and using two people for my own twisted
reasons, too fucking bad.
THE BETRAYAL by Alex Taylor Douglas
A few weeks ago something happened. I didn't mean for it to happen, I
don't think. I lost control of my desires in a way I had never even considered
doing before. I had an affair. It wasn't a long affair, a "one day stand" as
it were, but I don't think the length of the affair is important. What is
important is that my husband caught us. Alex, my husband, didn't really react
the way I thought he would. He has a temper like a wildfire, quick to ignite
and furious as it burns, but once it's out, it's out. And, like a wildfire,
it's likely to consume everything in it's path. This time though, he didn't
explode. He just stood there and looked at me for a long time, and after a
while he smiled. The look in his eyes scared me more than any of his tempers
ever had.
Nothing happened for a couple of days. I kept waiting for the other
shoe to drop but Alex treated me no differently than before any of this
happened. Finally, on the evening of the third night, he acted. He told me
he wanted me to write the entire episode out for him. He didn't care if I
typed, used a computer,or wrote it. I began with a pen and paper, but by the
fourth page my hand was so cramped I had to switch to the computer after all.
Once I got a little practice my typing skills kind of came back. I was to
document the entire event from the moment I perceived it beginning right up to
the bitter end. He even gave me a framework of sorts to follow. I was
astonished, and then humiliated, and then angry. I had no idea of Alex's
plans for my "documentary" but I was damned if I was going to have that
kind of evidence floating about. Alex saw my emotions changing as he watched
me and the moment I was about to begin my tirade he held up a Super-8
videotape. My protest was over before it even got started. He didn't have to
say a bloody word, just stand there with a smug look on his face, a litle smile
on his lips. I was trapped and he and I both knew he had won.
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Hi, it's me Alex. Before we go any further, allow me to introduce
ourselves. You already know my name, and my lovely wife's name is Debbie.
She really *is* lovely too, but I'm sure we'll get to more of that later.
We live in a large Western Canadian city (there's really only four
large Western Canadian cities). I know several people
with access to this newsgroup and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if
at least one of them recognizes the principals in this little melodrama.
That's what makes this a little more exciting than some of the "cheating"
stories I've seen here - I'm actually playing with peoples' lives. No, I
don't have a "God" complex. I've decided that the best way to make this
story a)believable and b)erotic was to keep the truth intact instead of
muddling up the story by trying to conceal things.
What Deb has related thus far is true. I did catch her and Eric red-
handed, but what she doesn't know is that I planned for it to happen. I subtly
encouraged Eric the whole time and while I didn't know for sure what would
happen, things turned out OK. I've been planning this for quite some time
for no other reason than fantasy. As with many other men, I fantasized about
my wife fucking another man. In my fantasy, though, the choice to fuck had
to be hers and not mine. She had to think I was unaware of the entire thing.
She couldn't know anything beyond thinking she was betraying me, and doing
it anyway. I firmly believe if I had tried to put her up to it, or if she
had any idea I orchestrated it, she wouldn't have done it. No question.
Obviously, if she had known she was going to get caught she wouldn't have done
it either. Anyway, I now have her story in my sweaty little palms. I knew
I would have to resort to extortion to get it - thus the video. It *is* real
by the way. You can see our entire deck from our kitchen window.
Putting all of her thoughts and actions on paper was therapeutic,I
think. Deb knows that I know the whole story, and so far the worst of it was
that she had to relive it while writing it. Relive it she did, too. That flush
on her face wasn't only from the wine, and she took a couple of bathroom
breaks fairly close together (Deb never likes me to see her masturbate).
Another thing occurred to me that I should pass on to you, the viewer. Deb
really doesn't know what I'm going to do with this. In fact, since I have
the video having to write all of this out seemed kind of redundant to her. She
knows Internet exists as an entity, but she has no idea what it *really* is.
She hates computers. I took her story, and I will transcribe it here to you
with the occasional comment from me thrown in. I didn't change anything
she wrote except the odd spelling or grammatical mistake. I did a bit of
cutting and pasting as well, in my opinion for better flow. There were a couple
of irrelevant deletions I made, but on the whole it's pretty much intact.
Enjoy.
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The only way I can do this is if I pretend I'm writing in my diary.
I haven't kept a diary since I was a teenager, but I recall being able to
write in it like I was talking to my best friend. Seeing as how I could
never talk to my best friend about what happened, I guess this will have
to be the second-best thing. Here goes...
I guess if I have to put my finger on a starting point I would have
to go back several months. Our sex life was pretty good, I thought. I work
an odd shift rotation, being in the health care field, so our sex had to
accomodate my schedule. Half the time I work nights, and then there's my
period. I don't particularily like having sex during my period because of the
mess. Anyway, when we did have sex it was pretty good. Although I like
being on my back, because it's really the only way I can have an orgasm,
we've tried a lot of different positions. Most were enjoyable, but like I said,
I enjoy being on my back the most so that's generally how most of our sex
is. Alex has always been the one to initiate sex. After six years of marriage
he knows me well enough now not to try when he knows I'll say no, but we still
seem to make a lot of time for it. About six months ago the frequency of the
sex began to lessen and then finally stop. I was surprised and suspicious,
because Alex had always taken every chance he could get to fuck - there, I said
it. One of the stipulations Alex made was that I was to be as verbally graphic
as I could, although it's definitely not my nature. Fuck. That's not so
bad. The fact of the matter was, Alex just didn't seem interested in *me*.
(Alex's note - the emphasis on "me" is mine not hers, though I'm sure it's
what she meant.) I knew he was horny - I do the laundry and I recognized the
stains in his underwear so I knew he was masturbating. He does it a lot,
even though he doesn't think I know. I began walking around the house in
bra and panties and letting him see me nude in revealing positions, but he
still did nothing about it. Then I even tried initiating sex myself, fondling
him until he had a big erection and even taking him in my mouth, which
I know he loves but I don't do it very often. He pulled his penis out of my
mouth and told me to go to sleep, and he rolled over and did the same. That
really hurt my feelings. I knew he was aroused, but he wouldn't make love to
me.
He began to treat me differently as well. I was so used to all the
little things he did to show affection that I didn't even realize he did
them until they went away. He used to walk up to me when I was doing dishes
and put his arms around my waist and nibble on my neck. Sometimes he would
tell me he loved me and sometimes he wouldn't. I used to get annoyed when
he did it because my rubber gloves would usually wind up dripping water all
over the floor. All the quick kisses passing in the hallway, the lusty
stares as I was dressing or undressing, the cuddling in bed, it all stopped.
Otherwise he treated me very well. He was always in good humour and we
weren't fighting, but the intimacy had disappeared from our marriage. I knew
it had to have something to do with me but I didn't know what. I know I may
not be the most attractive woman on the planet but I'm far from ugly. My
personality hadn't changed. I was so confused, and a little bit scared as
well. I talked to my sister about it and she thought it sounded like Alex
was having an affair, which made my imagination run rampant. I spent weeks
trying to prove it to myself. I bought a copy of a woman's magazine that
listed all the signs to watch for to show a husband's infidelity, but Alex
didn't show any of the "classic signals", except for a complete lack of
interest in me.
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Hi, it's Alex again. You know, that was the hardest five months
of my life. Deb did *everything* she could possibly do to attract me - I
almost lost it when she started sucking my cock in bed - but I had to
shake up her confidence in herself as a woman. Ignoring her romantically
was the best way I could think of doing it subtly. It really was hard
(no pun intended) and I hated doing it to her. Yeah, you people *really*
feel sorry for me...
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According to the framework Alex gave me it's time to describe
myself. Don't ask me why, I just know he wants me to do it. I've never
done a written description of myself of this sort, and I assume it has
to relate to my sexual experience.
Well, I'm 27 years old, five-foot-six, a hundred and eleven pounds
the last time I weighed myself. My hair is a dark blonde, almost light
brown in the winter but gets sun-streaked to a light blonde in the summer.
I think I have a good body for my age, compared to the girls I see at the
gym. I'm certainly not as hard as some of the girls who lift weights as
well as do aerobics, but I don't have a lot of extra body fat either. My
measurements are 34D-24-35. You know, I really hate doing this but I'm told
it's necessary. My breasts are quite firm, again compared to the girls at
the gym. I've seen a few of the weight-lifters in the showers and their
breasts stick straight out and I think that looks kind of strange. My breasts
are definitely softer than that, but not yet at the point where they sag.
My tummy is almost perfectly flat, something I'm quite proud of at my age,
and my hips are smooth. My pubic hair is a little darker than the darkest my
hair gets, sort of a medium brown. My labia touch each other, and Alex says
I look very neat and tidy down there. I trim my pubic hair in the summer
but tend to not be as fastidious about it in the winter. It's not like I
have a really hairy pubic area anyway. My skin is normally colored, I guess.
Because I spend a lot of time indoors in the winter I get pale,as if no one
else in this climate does, but during our short summer I like to take full
advantage of the sun and get the best tan I can. That's when I feel I look
the best. In fact, sometimes I even feel beautiful. Anyway, I hope that's
enough of a description.
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Hey people - Alex again. I'd like to take this opportunity to get
a little more specific about aspects of my wife she may have skipped or
glossed over during the above passage.
First, no doubt, she's beautiful. Not drop-dead stunning, like a
few women are, but beautiful enough that even in a large gathering of
people she's one of the more attractive women in the crowd. I've seen lots
of stories and such where women are said to look like this TV star or that
supermodel and been fairly skeptical, but in Deb's case it applies at least a
bit. I've always thought she resembled Bo Derek, with her high round cheek-
bones and strong jaw. My Dad commented that she looked like a young Linda
Evans from her 'Big Valley' days. Some of my friends were saying over beers
once that she looked like Janet Jones (we were trying to compare wives and
girlfriends to actresses or models at the time), but personally I can't see it.
She has very nice high slightly rounded cheekbones and strong jaw set in a
kind of angular face, with nice soft healthy skin. Her lips aren't that full,
and her nose is the perfect size for her face. She is pretty self-conscious of
a scar on the right side of her face about a centimetre from her ear, but I
didn't even notice it until we had been dating for a couple of months.
Her hair is cut just above her neckline all the way around and is very
straight, a fact she curses in this dry climate. She has fairly short bangs
she feathers back over the right side of her head, and she tends to wear the
hair on the right side of her head behind her ear. Oh yeah, her nostrils
flare when she gets angry or aroused.
She really is most beautiful naked. Her breasts are large, but not
huge and her aureole are the colour of pencil erasers. Her nipples are
kind of rounded nibs, but when sucked on (or when she gets a chill) they
stick up real nice and firm (about the same diameter and half the height of
a pencil eraser. Hey guys, maybe a pencil eraser should become a standard.)
She describes her breasts well when she says they are firm, but soft as
well. She passes what I call the one-pencil test. That is, you could put
one pencil under her breast where it meets her sternum, and it would stay
(as long as she didn't bend over). Two pencils would not, and there you have
it. As a good guideline for size, I can lay my cock between her breasts (I
have an average size cock, I think) and push her tits together over it enough
that her nipples meet without stretching the skin on the sides. She said
her tummy is "almost flat". Well, it is flat - no "almost" about it. Her
pussy really is the most attractive part of her body. I'm a sucker for a tidy
looking pussy - I hate it when a chick's inner lips protrude no matter what
her level of excitement. Deb is pretty good about keeping herself trimmed,
due to the nature of her bathing suits. She wears a couple of different
bikinis and a couple of one-pieces as well, but they are all really high-
cut on the hips, therefore not a whole lot of cloth to cover the ol' beaver.
She was also accurate about the colour of her pubic hair - kind of a medium
brown. It's thin enough and light enough to be able to see the line of her
cunt-lips no matter how little she's trimmed. When she opens her legs her
labia spread almost reluctantly - you can't really see her inner lips
until her knees are almost half a meter apart. Then, slowly, her pink
rosebud reveals itself as does her clitoris, with a little help. Her clit
is small and not very prominent, but when aroused gets as hard as my cock
does. It never really sticks out, like some girls I've seen (one chick I
use to fuck had to avoid certain kinds of panties because her clit stuck
out even with her legs closed and she would get rubbed so raw it would hurt,
but that's another story altogether.). I think that's why she only is able to
come in the missionary position - she won't let me finger her when I fuck
her from behind, never has. Back in the "old days" she used to let me go
down on her a lot more often and finger her as well. She used to get off the
odd time then, as well. But, I digress. Her inner lips are only a couple of
shades darker than her outer lips, a nice pink, and get only slightly flushed
when she's aroused. In fact, the area just above her breasts goes almost
exactly the same colour when she's about to come. Like I said before, a real
nice looking girl, naked or not. I've seen a *lot* of guys stare at her and
I've always considered myself lucky.
I'd say her biggest flaw is the fact that she is inhibited beyond
belief. Missionary position most of the time, won't suck cock unless I hold
her down and shove it in her mouth, and doesn't like me to go down on her or
even to fondle her cunt. She used to be quite different in the first couple
of years of our relationship - 69 all the time and I even came in her mouth
a couple of times, once after fucking her first. I love to fuck her from
behind, a pillow under her hips and her cute little ass way up in the air,
brownish pink asshole exposed. Yum. However, now she considers doggie-style
to be a little too close to (shhh, lower our voices and whisper) anal sex.
Heaven forbid anything touch the brown-eye. Things just deteriorated over the
next several years - starting about when I married her, but I'm sure that's
just co-incidental (isn't it?). I felt compelled to do *something*.
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Anyway, I wasn't feeling all that beautiful at that point of my life.
I felt unappreciated, unattractive, and unwanted. I became depressed and
began to wonder if we should talk about taking some time apart, or at least
talking to someone professionally. From the outside, things appeared OK, I
guess. We attended a lot of get-togethers and functions together and no-one
seemed to notice anything wrong. Alex was friendly towards me when we were
out together,if not really attentive. It was at one of these get-togethers
that things really started to get, um, interesting, for lack of a better
word.
Alex plays hockey on a team in the winter, and a lot of the guys
rom the hockey team form a softball team in the summer. Alex and Eric are
two guys who play on both teams. Since hockey is a much more physical sport
than softball gatherings of players and spousal equivalents after hockey
games were not very common, because the players wanted rest. What never did
change was the way all the spousal equivalents sat together in the stands
and at the diamond. There was a lot more chatter and gossip from us than there
was attention paid to the sporting action and a constant source of gossip and
chatter was Eric. He was single, and gorgeous. He was one of the best players
at either sport, a natural athlete. He has dark hair and is about the same
height as Alex but where Alex is fit, Eric is built. I'm not sure if he
works out but I can only assume he does. He has wide shoulders, narrow
waist, and a perfect ass. He's not really muscular, but he always gives
the impression of strength and confidence. He really is a good looking guy
and I'm sure he knows it.
I've actually known Eric longer than any of the other wives and
girlfriends. He attended the same college as my husband but studied a
different discipline. Actually, he was a friend of a friend of Alex's but
they became quite good friends in their own right. Alex was the one who
got Eric onto the hockey team to begin with. He's been to our house
a number of times and never shown the slightest interest other than that
of a friend. He has always been easy to talk to about whatever subject came
up. We never got into real serious discussions, mind you. More like
general party-type small talk. Still, he was always nice to all of the
women. I know several of the girls had a crush on him and I'm sure one
of the girls tried to get him in bed, but I don't think she succeeded.
Eric-watching, as we called it, always hit a peak in the
summer. We could watch him play softball forever, dressed in shorts and
a tank top, slightly bent over in a crouch. Sigh. There was always a
much better opportunity for mingling and talking after baseball games
because nine times out of ten both teams would head to the nearest
neighborhood pub for a few drinks, darts, and pool. It became a running
joke among the men and all of them, including Alex, harassed their wives
or girlfriends about the amount of attention Eric got. None of the guys
seemed upset about it, only amused. Eric seemed to like the attention, but
he was always nice, never vulgar, and always a proper gentleman.
The only clue I have ever had before that fateful day was the
evening of the first game of last softball season. The boys had won, Eric
hitting in the winning two runs in the bottom of the seventh inning in
classic heroic fashion. Everyone made their way to the pub and the guys
on the team seemed to think that each of them had to buy Eric a tequila
shooter as a victory gift. Anyway, Eric got quite drunk. He tried to remain
as elegant as ever but that is extremely hard to do with a body full of
tequila. I know, that's why I've developed a taste for white wine over
the last few years. Eric left his car at the pub and rode as far as our house
with the intention of calling a cab once he got there. When we got to our
place I offered him a cup of coffee, which he quickly accepted. Alex went
up to have a shower leaving me alone in the kitchen with Eric. No big deal,
but as I puttered about getting coffee I could feel Eric's eyes on me.
That was no big deal either. In fact after months of neglect it felt nice to
be appreciated by a good-looking guy. I served Eric a cup of coffee and
turned to find something to snack on, and I knew he was still watching me.
I guess I started to flirt a bit, standing on my tiptoes to look on a shelf
even though I didn't have to, bending over sort of in front of him so he
could almost look down my t-shirt, that kind of thing. After a couple of
minutes I glanced at him, sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen nook.
"Everything alright?" I asked.
"Perfect," he replied with a bit of a smile.
He was starting to sober up a bit by that time and started to develop
a headache so I rummaged around in my purse until I found him some Tylenol.
Then I did something very uncharacteristic, strictly an impulsive act. I
I began to massage his shoulders. It wasn't a light rub or caress, or anything
born of desire, but an effort to try and help his headache. He gave a little
groan as I hit a particularly stiff muscle and gradually he began to lean
back until the back of his head rested against my collarbone. By this time
my body began to betray me and I felt myself growing a little flushed. I
could feel my nipples becoming erect and a flutter in the pit of my stomach.
His shoulders felt so strong, and it had been so long since...
I snapped my eyes open. What on earth was I doing? I made myself
stop and turn away from him, in case he saw me in the condition I was in.
"How's that?" I managed to ask, surprised at how even my voice was.
"Great. Thanks Deb, you're a good friend."
Neither his face nor his voice gave any indication he was thinking
anything like I was sure he was thinking. He seemed honestly grateful for
the massage, and I felt a little silly. A woman my age acting like a sixteen
year old teenager. I smiled to myself and shook my head slightly.
"What's so funny?" he asked. "Did I say something funny?"
"No," I replied. "It's just that..." I didn't get a chance to finish
as Alex came into the kitchen.
" Coffee. Great!" exclaimed Alex as he went to get a mug. "Hey, buddy
how're you feeling? Deb take good care of you?" he said to Eric.
I felt my stomach jump a little, but again realized how silly I
was being. Maybe it was a full moon or something. Alex went on to offer
Eric the guest bedroom for the evening, saying how much easier it would be
to pick up his car the next day. Eric hesitated a little, looked at me
kind of funny, and then declined. We called a taxi for him and told him to
call the next day when he got up.
I was more aroused than I had been in a long time and felt almost
desperate for sex. Alex was wearing his bathrobe so it was an easy trick to
reach under and grasp his penis and try to kiss him at the same time. I
wanted him there on the kitchen floor, and I wanted him NOW!
To my surprise, he pulled away and said he was tired and going to
bed. I was again surprised and hurt. I went upstairs to take a bath and for
the first time in a long while I masturbated. I lay in the hot soapy water
for a long time, running my hands over my breasts and gently squeezing
my hard nipples. I massaged my clitoris until I was almost at the edge and
then pulled the plug in the tub, turned on the water as hot as I could
stand on my pussy, and lay with my legs wide open with water cascading
over my vagina until I hit the peak. As my orgasm swept through my body in
shuddering waves it wasn't my husband I was picturing in my mind's eye. It
was Eric.
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Well well, once the little woman gets a bottle of California
White Zinfandel in her she positively opens up. She gets better as she goes,
too - really warming to the subject, as it were. Speaking of wine, there's
a few things I wanted to mention at this point.
I've always suspected my wife was a tigress hiding under a kitten's
exterior. Over the ten years I've known her she's had the occasion to get
a little tipsy now and then. Deb is *much* friendlier and way less inhibited
once she's had a few drinks, and our most memorable sex (the times where I've
basically been able to do what I want to her) have been where she's been
drunk, or close to it. A friend of mine once called alchohol "truth serum"
and I have seen proof of that many times. Anyway, the fact that her
narrative gets hotter as she goes sort of shows how alchohol affects her.
I met Eric through a now-dead friend of mine while I was in school,
and we grew to be good friends, meeting for lunch almost every day for
several weeks after Jake pulled his own plug. We used to go out quite often
together when Deb was on night shift and several times dragged a couple of
chicks back to his place for fun and frivolity. At first Eric was shocked
that I would cheat on Deb so openly and so often, especially since we had
only been recently married. I think when the seed was first planted in his
mind was when he asked me how I would feel if the shoe was on the other
foot and it was Deb doing the cheating. I told him I loved the idea, especially
if I could watch. He laughed at first until he realized I wasn't joking, and
then gave me kind of an appraising look and said "You're wierd, man." Since
then I've tried to give Eric every opportunity to see Deb in a bathing
suit, and I'm sure once he saw her in her underwear without her knowing but
he never said anything to me about it. I've discussed our sex with Eric
lots of times and described her body in great detail. Once when we were at
the local beach with a few other friends Eric and I watched from shore
as Deb waded out of the water after a cooling dip. I told him to look at
her, pointed out her erect nipples, and he could only nod and stare. He
shifted his position fairly quickly, so I'm sure watching Debbie gave him
a hard-on. The two of them developed an easy manner between them which I
fostered as much as I could - Eric's been over for supper or to watch a movie
many times.
The biggest point I want to make about Eric is that he is sure
God put him on the Earth to fuck every female on the planet, and I swear he's
well on the way to doing it. He is an extremely gifted athlete, into hockey,
baseball, lacrosse, mountain-biking, skiing (both types), tennis, and
basically anything else. He is also a thrill-seeker. He has sky-dived over
a hundred times and owns a fast sports car, and is currently saving his
money for a mountain-climbing trip to somewhere in Europe. Everything he
does, though, is to attract women. All the athletics, the working out, the
friendly non-threatening manner he's so carefully cultivated, it's all to
get girls. He's very successful - I know of two wives and two girlfriends
of guys on the ball team that he's fucked, one of them on several different
occasions. However, they've all come on to him and not the other way around.
Still, I knew that if I was subtle enough at planting ideas in Eric's head
and if Deb was vulnerable enough if they were put in the situation chances
are things would happen. Read on...
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End of Part I
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