Brian picked up his phone. It was nearly 11:00 pm. Still no text or email, nothing.
He was concerned. Melissa should have been home by now. Brian wondered if this was another one of those nights, he hoped not. He had warned her, so if it were, things would go badly for them!
Brian sat his phone down, shook a cigarette from the pack, tapped the filter on the table, then flicked his Zippo, lighting up. As he took a long pull, taking in the soothing smoke, he heard a buzz and saw a notification message appear on his screen.
Melissa's text: "Hey babe, the girls and I are going back to Amanda's for a drink."
Brian picked up his phone, reading the message again.
Brian's text: "OK, love you, babe, don’t be too late."
He laid his phone on the table, sat back, and closed his eyes, taking another long pull on his smoke, letting it linger in his lungs, then blowing a couple of smoke rings.
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Melissa took a deep breath, dropping her phone into her purse. Her legs were trembling. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer. She looked at him, cracking a slight smile, took his hand, and followed him out of the bar.
They walked to his big Ford Expedition. He opened the back door and ushered her inside. The back was all laid down, and a soft mattress filled the space.
"I love how you come prepared. No hotel, no apartment, just a nice mattress in your mobile hotel." Melissa teased as she stripped naked.
He pushed her down and kissed her as she worked all his clothes off. Once naked, he lay on her. Their bodies had been pressed together on the dance floor most of the night, dry fucking to every slow song, with only their clothes keeping them from fucking right there in front of everyone.
Tonight, was their fourth time together. Anthony had arranged it knowing she was cuckolding her husband. She had made it clear to him it was just sex, exceptionally good sex for sure, and she was ready for a serious fucking again tonight. Then home to Brian to share the bounty.
He slid down her body sucking her breasts and biting her nipples, leaving little marks for Brian to find later as he reclaimed his slut wife. Tonight
Anthony was a black man with a big cock that always delivered a big deposit for Melissa to take home to Brian. She had picked him to be her first black lover, having no idea just how good a fuck he was. She loved his big thick nine-inch cock as he fucked her, feeling him stretch her as he pounded her pussy, making her cum over and over as they fucked.
They fucked for an hour in the SUV, then three more hours at Amanda's house as she watched them. When Melissa took a break, Amanda climbed onboard fucking him, keeping him hard for Melissa. Finally, Anthony was worn out, and Melissa left happy. Her pussy filled with several loads of his black cum, held inside her by her thong.
In the Uber, on her way home, Melissa worried that her pussy had been stretched so that Brian would feel nothing when he reclaimed her. She slipped her fingers inside her thong feeling her sloppy pussy. Then sliding her fingers inside realizing her pussy felt normal. She rubbed over her clit letting out a little moan. She was still horny and excited to give Brian his surprise. She would tell him later it was from a black man as it had been before, but he didn't know those times.
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Brian took two more drags off his smoke, then butted it in the ashtray. He turned off the TV and went up to bed. He lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking, why had Melissa waited so late to text him? What had she been doing? He was worried. They would have a serious talk in the morning. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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It was 4:43 am. Melissa was standing at her front door. She was tired and sweaty, her hair disheveled, her makeup streaked, and she smelled of raw sex. Melissa’s hand was shaking as she unlocked the door. She gently pushed it open just wide enough to tiptoe inside. She paused, 'Thank God, silence.'
As she stepped inside, Melissa heard nothing. She closed her eyes and slowly shut the door behind her, trying not to make a sound. She turned the lock as quietly as possible and took a deep breath. She listened again, silence, no sound, just her breathing.
Melissa tiptoed to the couch, trying not to make noise with her heels. She looked across, seeing the door to the bedroom was open. Melissa could see Brian's legs on the bed. She paused again, no movement, silence. She peered out the window seeing the brightening sky as the day dawned.
She was so late, very, very, late. How was she going to explain this?
Melissa frantically began undoing the buttons of her blouse, peeling it off and draping it over the couch. Her heart was racing. Her breathing was rapid and short. She could still smell his scent on her. Surely, Brian would. She unzipped her skirt and shimmied it past her hips, letting it slide down her legs. Melissa steps out of it, first the left leg, then the right. She picks it up, folds it in half placing it neatly beside her blouse. She paused, listened, still silent. Brian must be fast asleep.
Turning towards the mirror, she reaches into her bra to adjust her breasts. Her nipples are still tingling from when Anthony had pinched them hard as he fucked her. Without looking down, she removed the elastic band from her wrist, gathered her hair, twisted it around, putting it up in a ponytail. Leaning forward, no hair fell in front of her face, success.
Standing on her toes again, she turns around, revealing her thong, matching the bra she is wearing. Melissa uses her index fingers to adjust her thong and keeps on her heels. She tiptoes slowly into the bedroom with a sly smile. Brian is lying on the bed, wearing only his boxers. Melissa wonders if she would enjoy this part more than Brian would. She hoped not. She loved everything that had happened earlier with Anthony, He had satisfied her desire and filled her, but this was the best part, pleasing Brian, giving him her bounty.
Melissa made her way to Brian's side of the bed, seeing that he was still asleep. She leaned forward at the waist until her face was over the fly of his paisley boxers. Hovering over him, Melissa gently freed his cock. Her fingers tightened on him as she began to slowly stroke him. She looked into his face as he stirred, starting to wake up. Keeping her right hand on his cock, she slowly strokes him, as her left hand caresses his balls.
Melissa leaned down and kissed his cockhead, feeling him twitch in her hand. Her tongue slowly, tantalizingly began tracing around his crown. God, he tastes good, with a hint of salt and musk.
Suddenly he gasped, then moaned from deep down. He bucked his hips up from the mattress, forcing his cock deep into Melissa's mouth. She sucked him for a minute, bobbing several times, then lifted her head.
She whispered, "Hi baby, I have a surprise for you."
Melissa moved fast, using her hands to brace herself as she swung her legs over onto the bed, straddling Brian's face. Her pussy is only inches from his mouth. Success, she was now in position.
Melissa turned her attention back to Brian's throbbing cock. It was familiar to her mouth. She knew every inch of it by heart. Releasing Brian's cock from her mouth, Melissa grabbed the base of his cock and began to gently stroke him with her hands. She licked her fingers to help things along. Lowering her head down, she slowly wraps her lips around his cockhead. Her lips slid down, taking him deep into her mouth. She bobbed slowly up and down, up and down, as she methodically corkscrewed her hands along his long cock. Her head, mouth, tongue, and hands are all working in a perfect synchronous motion. Her bobbing slowed, and she sucked him into her throat, swallowing him, massaging his cockhead. She moaned as her mouth slid back up, reaching his tip, then sliding her lips down his shaft again. Melissa heard Brian moan, so she sped up, faster and faster she bobbed, sucking him hard.
Suddenly awake, confused, and angry, Brian tries to resist, but incredible pleasure overtakes him. He cries, "Oh, yeah, baby, that's so good."
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Brian knew he wanted to fuck her mouth and for her to make him cum, but he was terribly angry with her. Where the fuck had she been all night? Who had she been with, another man for sure? He had warned her. Brian placed his hands on her soft ass and slipped his tongue out until he felt her pussy. She was sopping wet, leaking cream, a lot of tangy, salty cream with a musky smell. Brian knew then it was her man's cum. He began to lick her feverishly.
Melissa knew now she was in full control. She lowers her pussy onto Brian's face, arches her back, lifts her head, and moans. He reached up and ripped her thong off.
Melissa gasped. She was ready for sheer pleasure as she began to ride Brian's tongue.
"Oh God, that's it right there. Oh, fuck yes, baby, eat my cum-filled pussy!"
Just before her mouth returned to Brian's cock, she rotated her hips forward, squeezing all of her man's cum from inside her into Brian's mouth.
Brian's chest tightens as he starts to lick her faster, plunging his tongue deeper. Melissa moaned. He knew she liked it as he ate her cream pie. His face was soaked from her, dripping the creamy mixture as usual. The pleasure was too much for him to be angry now, and he needed to cum so badly.
Melissa turned all her attention to Brian's cock. Her hands stroked him into her mouth and sucked so hard her teeth cut into the sides of her cheeks. Precum was running along her tongue to the back of her mouth. He was edging close now as she kept working him, sucking, stroking, sucking, stroking. She cupped his balls, squeezing them, feeling them tighten as they began to rumble and draw up.
Melissa felt Brian tense up. He squeezed her ass, arched his back pushing his cock in deep. His first cum shot filled her mouth. Melissa tried to swallow before the next hot shot, but it was too late. His second shot, then a third and the last small two, dribbled down his cock. Melissa sat back, smiling as she wiped her mouth clean. Her pussy is still resting on Brian's mouth. Her pussy slowly drained 'her man's cum into her husband's mouth.
She smiled to herself. She had done it again and was getting away with it. At least at that moment, she thought she was.
Brian recovered. He pushed her hips away onto the bed and sat up. He wiped his face on the sheets. His anger was back. He looked at his slut wife, and she had a naughty smile. There wasn't much light, so she could not see his face. If she had, her smile would have disappeared, replaced by fear.
Brian rolled off the bed and said nothing as he went to the bathroom, closed, and locked the door. He started the shower. As the water heated up, he heard the door handle jiggle.
"Brian, open the door, I need to pee, and I want to shower."
Brian ignored her, stepped into the shower, and leaned back against the wall. The hot water rained down on him, soothing his mental pain. He slid down the wall to the floor, pulling his legs up to his chest. He cried.
The water masked his tears and the sound of his sobs. He knew he could no longer remain in this marriage since his wife had become a slut, giving her body to other men, and making him a cuckold, something Brian swore he would never become.
He had warned Melissa against doing this again, and she told him it would never happen again. But it kept happening, as often as once a week.
Brian loved Melissa, but he could no longer live with her disrespect and humiliation. He was a successful business owner making a lot of money and gave Melissa a magical life. But she had no respect for him, belittling him in front of her friends and cheating on him whenever she desired.
A year ago, when he first caught her, Brian had forced her to sign a Post Nuptial Agreement to protect himself from her betrayal. It was clear to Brian that Melissa thought she was in control and could control him, making him do whatever she wanted him to do.
She was wrong and was about to learn a very painful lesson.
Brian stood, washed, rinsed, and stepped out of the shower. As the water turned off, the door jiggled again.
"Brian, let me in, baby!" Melissa begged.
He dried and slipped on his shorts and a T-shirt he had put in the bathroom earlier in the night in case Melissa did this again. He opened the door and quickly pushed past her, saying nothing, leaving her standing shocked as he walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door.
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Melissa wondered what had happened. She went into the bathroom, peed, and washed up. She stepped back into their bedroom and turned on the light. She saw a few things missing and thought that it was curious, so she looked in the closet. Her heart stopped. The left side, Brian's side, was empty. All his clothes, shoes, suits, and every piece that had been there this morning were gone. She opened his drawers in the dresser, all empty!
"Oh God, Brian, No…" she screamed, throwing the bedroom door open and running through the living room to the kitchen, flipping on every light.
Brian was not there.
"Brian, where are you, baby? Please answer me."
Brian couldn't answer her. He was gone.
Melissa ran through the house, looking in each room, upstairs, and the garage. Brian's Mercedes SUV was gone. In its place, she saw a box. Melissa walked into the garage and looked at the box. There was a legal envelope taped on top.
She gasped as a dark cloak of fear wrapped around her. Her throat was dry, she had a hard time swallowing. She could not move as she stared at the box and envelope.
“No, No, No, Brian No…!” She begged.
Melissa finally picked up the envelope and ripped it open. Her shaking hand reached inside and pulled out the pack of papers. Her heart dropped as she saw the handwritten note and the words on the paper under it.
"Melissa,
I am finished with you! You are a slut and have no respect for me. You treat me like someone you hate, which has worn off on me. I have tolerated your slutting around, cheating, and humiliating ways for over a year. I told you over a month ago, I would not put up with you fucking other men any longer, and if you did it again, I would leave you with nothing. Then you would be free to go out and fuck anyone you want to fuck and never have to come back to me.
If you are reading this, you have cheated once again, humiliated me, coming home to rub it in my face. I will not take that from you or anyone ever again.
I have loved you completely, but I have been weak, giving in to your ways too many times. BUT NO MORE!
The document under this letter is my petition for divorce from you. There is no negotiation. I AM DIVORCING YOU!
The last document is the Postnuptial Agreement you signed last year. Where if you remember, if you cheated again, you give up everything and will get NOTHING!
Once your attorney has reviewed these two documents, I advise you to sign the divorce without contest. I will give you $25,000 and your car if you do that. But if you contest the divorce or Post Nuptial Agreement, I will cut you out of everything, and you will get nothing from me, not a fucking dime.
Melissa, I have an ample collection of videos, text messages, emails, and photos of your cheating escapades. I will keep them private and never distribute them to your family and friends. But if you contest the divorce, I will circulate the evidence to everyone, post it on social media and send it to our family and friends. You will be ruined!
There are several pictures included in the packet to show you a hint of what I have against you.
I love you, Melissa, but you have made it impossible to show you how much, and I can no longer live with you as my wife.
Goodbye Melissa,
Brian”
Melissa slumped to the floor. She sobbed, "Oh God, I am so stupid. I thought Brian liked me fucking other men and reclaiming me!" She rolled on the floor and sobbed hard.
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I pulled out of the driveway and sat in the street with my lights off. I saw the lights coming on in the house as Melissa raced from room to room, looking for me. The house was completely lit up now. Then the garage light came on.
I knew she had seen the box and letter attached. I slowly drove off as tears ran down my cheeks.
My next stop would be two hundred miles to the north.
Six months ago, I bought a home in another city that no one knew I owned. It was a safeguard against what had happened tonight, a fresh start for me, where no one would know me or that I had a cheating slut wife. I planned to rent the house if nothing more happened with Melissa. I had the home remodeled, as you see on HGTV. It was beautiful and perfect for a bachelor pad. I had a pool and hot tub added with an outdoor kitchen and entertainment area with a fire pit. It had everything I wanted to share with Melissa, but that would never be.
I thought about my five years with Melissa and how everything went wrong.
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I am an IT consultant specializing in internet security and general security issues my clients might have. In the past year, I have expanded into personal protection for wealthy clients, mostly the top executives of the companies I contract. It was a natural progression, and I hired a private security specialist with experience in surveillance and creative ways to protect our clients on the internet and physically.
Jonas Winn had assembled a team of expert security personnel to serve as bodyguards and provide other services as needed. I never wanted to know anything they did; they were invisible to me.
We have an office and six support staff, but I am rarely there. So, for me living two hundred miles away is not a problem. Being independent, I report to no one other than my clients, twelve of them as of today. I am compensated very well, so I can afford anything I want.
Melissa is an attorney, successful in family law, and a children's advocate working primarily in the family court system. She works for a large firm and is well respected. If they knew what she had been doing, she would be fired, and her reputation would be destroyed.
It is beyond me to understand how she could be so reckless with her life, my life, and her career. There had to be something more to this. I planned to find out how and why it started and has continued. Her boss was the one who started it all.
You may ask, "Why do I even care?"
The truth is, as bad as she has been and as much humiliation as she has dumped on me, I still love her, and I know she loves me. She is just a slut; I cannot live with her if she treats me this way.
I want a family, her babies without a doubt that they are mine. I never want to run into one of her dates and have that humiliating experience, knowing I have eaten his cream pie from her well fucked pussy on the nights they were together.
Do I mind eating her when she is full of other men's cum? No, I like it. Reclaiming her is exciting for me creating some of the hottest sex we have ever had. But I hate that she forces it on me. We had not agreed for her to do this; quite the opposite, I had forbidden it. As you have seen, I will not stand for it. What she is doing makes me her cuckold, and I will NEVER be a cuckold for anyone! Yes, I have a slight fetish, but Melissa created it and I can stop it in an instant.
Could I take her back? I’m not sure. My love is strong, but my hate, jealousy, and anger may outweigh my passion.
I have instructed my attorney to hold the filing. Even if she signs the papers, I will not file them until a cool-down period has passed and I see if Melissa can go without fucking another man for a while.
