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Cheating Wife, by Jezebel Rose

My name is Harrison, and I am married to an incredibly beautiful, sexy and sensuous woman named Jessica. I had married Jessica after knowing her for quite a while. Our relationship was an on and off affair. I did the chasing, and it was a real battle to win her over. I finally fucked her when she was 18, at my 21st birthday party. We split up, and it was not until about a year later that we started going out again. Being a good snoop and from carefully reading her diaries, I knew half-a-dozen people in the meantime had fucked her. That is not surprising as she is tall (about 5’9″), blonde-haired person, curvy, with deliciously soft D cup tits. One of my favorite features is her legs, which are long and her calf muscles are beautifully shaped. Jessica has a Scandinavian type complexion and is very pretty as well. Attracting men has never been a problem for her!

We were engaged, and I had to move away for work. Lurking in the back of my mind was the nagging doubt that she would not be faithful. It was a feeling that created feelings of jealousy, anger, and arousal. Jessica came to see me after about six months apart, and from going through her handbag, I found a list containing two columns with my name at the top of one and another person’s at the top of another. It was a list containing our respective good/bad points! I confronted Jessica with the list, and she started to cry. She admitted had come to break off our engagement, but once she saw me again, she realized she could not. She also agreed she was fucking the other person and had started about a month after I had left. They had had kinky sex the night before – naked together on a plastic drop sheet with a bottle of baby oil. Jessica was on the pill, and she admitted he was cumming inside her.

From that moment on, I was always suspicious but never had hard evidence that she was playing up. We got married, and this story begins in year four of our marriage.

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Jessica was working at a local newspaper company and the department she worked in consisted mainly of men, a few of whom were unattached. Jessica is quite a social butterfly and enjoys going out, particularly on the weekend after work. By this stage in our marriage there was a little bit of tension; even though we did not fight, it seemed to me that Jessica was getting restless. In particular, two people, Garrett and Tom seemed to be her favorites, and she seemed always to enjoy socializing with them. On our nights out when we were socializing with them, I could sense a fair bit of sexual tension, and I was usually the one wanting to call it a night and go home.

One weekend some of her workmates arranged to go camping at a nearby river. It was an “arrive Saturday, spend the day waterskiing, drinking, and then having a barbecue and a night of drinking” kind of weekend. The afternoon went well enough, and we had pitched our tent and joined in the fun. Later that night the party was still going, and quite a bit of beer, bourbon, and rum had been drunk. Jessica was right in her element, partying hard and enjoying the very social atmosphere. She was wearing tight fitting shorts, which highlighted her long tanned legs, and a semi-transparent white top that clearly showed the outline of her bra, that was bulging as it struggled to contain her big tits.

By 11.30, I was ready to call it a night. I was hoping to fuck Jessica back at the tent. Jessica was in no mood to come and said she wanted to stay a bit longer. I reluctantly agreed and went back to the canvas. I lay down, and all the doubts and worries began to race through my mind. I took out my cock and began to slowly stroke. I held off climaxing in case Jessica showed up and I could unload in her. Sleep was out of the question.

At about 12.30, the music was turned off, and I expected Jessica at any moment. After ten minutes, I got out of the tent and went to see where she was. The main camp was deserted. People had drifted off to their respective tents, except Tom who was asleep in his beanbag, with his can of bourbon and cola still in his hand. My mind was racing. Where was Jessica? Who was she with? What were they doing?

I walked to the edge of the camp, where I could see down the riverbank to the water. I could see a couple of figures swimming, one of whom I guessed was Jessica. The central bank of the river, where the camp was situated, was a long way from the water. About Twenty feet below the central bank was a second bank, which was quite extensive and flat. About five feet below, it was the water. There was a track going down to the water, and the boat and trailer were parked on the second bank near where the swimmers were. Luckily, it was a full moon and visibility was excellent.

I decided to observe what was happening. I retraced my steps back to our tent and then went down the central riverbank to the second bank, which luckily was in places quite grassy. Most of the grass was very short, almost like a lawn, but there were several areas where the grass was about two feet tall.

Once I reached the second bank, I crouched low and sneaked along the bank closer to where they were. I found a good position in the tallish grass about 20 yards from where they were swimming and where they would have to get out of the water. From this close, I could see them. It was Jessica and Garrett. The moonlight was such that it made the water phosphorescent, and I could see in precise detail. Jessica had stripped down to her bra and panties, and Garrett just had his shorts on. They were in waist deep water and were splashing around.

It was only about two minutes later that they started to get out. My heart was racing at maximum pace, and my breathing was deafening. I was sure they would hear me or see me. I pressed flatter to the ground Garrett sat on the boat trailer and Jessica dried herself with her shirt. I was expecting her to put it on, but instead, she dropped it and went to Garrett at the trailer. He sat back more and motioned for her to come and lean against him. She did. It was a half lean; half sit on his knee kind of pose. It would have been just a touch chilly out of the water, as there was a slight breeze.

They were talking quietly, and I could not make out what they were saying. Only snatches of conversation drifted over. By this stage, my senses and emotions were in overdrive. I could see where this could be heading. My feelings were divided. I wanted to race over, grab Jessica, and take her back to the tent. On the other hand, I wanted to witness her being unfaithful…watch her having sex with another man. I slowly released my throbbing cock and began a slow irregular stroke, being careful not to cum.

Their discussion seemed to be getting more earnest and Jessica snuggled closer. A few words wafted my way. I heard Garrett say “…that special night…” and then he looped an arm around her. I stopped my stroking for a moment to avoid cumming. Then Garrett leaned down, and Jessica turned her head upwards. They kissed! It was not a peck on the cheek, but a full kiss and I could see from it that their tongues would be entwining and probing each other’s mouth. They broke apart, and I could hear Jessica giggle. Garrett had now moved his arm that he had around her and was cupping her right breast.

I had no doubt, what was going to happen. It was decision time. I could not move.

Then I hear Jessica say, “I can’t.” Then they kissed again, and more words were exchanged. They both got up and bent and picked up their clothes. I was relieved. It was over. However, I was wrong!

Garrett took Jessica by the hand, and they began to walk straight towards me. I froze! I was sure to be discovered! I prepared to jump up, act the angry husband, and go on the attack. Then they stopped at a section of two-inch grass and dropped the clothes. I was no more than ten yards away!

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