The Cheating Hot Wife

CHAPTER ONE-2

Carolyn had said seven o'clock. She was having the new next-door neighbors over for dinner. In the middle of the week, Wednesday, and she was having company. Well, he had promised, so he had better start for his explosive finish. It was almost five-thirty and it was about an hour drive.

He started f*****g the hot-ass young girl again, his eyes meeting hers. “I'm afraid that I'm going to have to cut this delightful session a little shorter than I meant to,” he said, smiling. “I just happened to remember that I'm supposed to be home by seven for dinner. The wife's having company.”

“You didn't tell me that you were married!” Joe grinned. “What's the difference? You didn't think that you were the only lovely female in my life, did you? Turn your inner motor on and let's make it together with a big bang.”

She didn't use her inner muscles, but she went along with him when he went into furious action, and there were only sounds of wild abandonment. The powerful rhythm of his pronging prick was matched by the sexy young girl, and he concentrated on giving her pleasure as well as on shooting his load into her clinging p***y.

He soared higher and higher, seemingly riding on the top of the world, and he was high above everything—drifting and gliding—and a familiar thought flashed through his feverish mind: This was the meaning of his life and what he lived for.

He seemed to hang somewhere out in space and he tried to keep from falling just as long as possible. He knew that he had sent the wildly moving girl into two more spasmodic orgasms and was sure that she would climax again with him. Balanced on the brink, tottering, he grasped desperately for the precious moments—and even as his sperm spurted from his jerking c**k, he started looking forward eagerly to the next new and different female he could f**k.

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Joe Hamilton drove his late model car along the Expressway, well within the speed limit, and decided that he had time to stop for a drink. The next moment he decided that he had been drinking too much the past few weeks. He had been leaving the office too often, too, and if he didn't take it easy Uncle George would be getting on his ass. Well, it wouldn't be the first time for that.

He made the turn off the Expressway, and the clock on the dash told him that he had plenty of time for a couple of drinks. Carolyn wouldn't show any anger even if he was late, he thought. Sometimes he almost wished that she would get angry about something. She was too damned easygoing, really. He didn't want a nagging wife, naturally, but it didn't seem right for a marriage to be so one-sided.

Even if Carolyn had tricked him into getting married, after three years she should know that he didn't intend to leave her. He still thought twenty-one was too young for a man to get married, though. And there still wasn't a baby— and there didn't seem to be a chance of having one.

Joe pulled into the parking lot of a barroom where he usually stopped for a drink on the way home. Parking the car, he remained seated. Carolyn was a lovely girl, really, and having s*x with other women wasn't exactly fair, but he had never deliberately gone out of his way to hurt her.

Except the one time, he corrected himself. There had been one time that he had tried to hurt his wife. Not in a physical way, of course, but during the second month of their marriage he had found out that she hadn't really been pregnant, and he had stormed out and gotten drunk.

He had picked up a woman, f****d the hell out of her, and then gone back to their small apartment and bragged about it. Carolyn had cried, and he had flaked out on a couch, but the next day she had been her cheerful self, not even saying anything about leaving him if he cheated again.

He hadn't left her because of Uncle George. He had told himself that at the time, anyway. His uncle had strongly advised the marriage when he had worriedly blurted out that Carolyn had said that she was pregnant. Still, that didn't really explain why he was still with her three years later. She was an excellent bed-partner, and never refused to have s*x with him, but there were plenty of females available for the s****l activities he wanted and needed so damned much.

Love? Joe sighed. He sure as hell couldn't blame Uncle George for the fact that he was staying with Carolyn. He was now twenty-four, no longer a worried kid, and if he did really love his wife, why did he have the compulsion to keep on chasing women?

Maybe married life had just become a habit, he thought. Not that he didn't care for his lovely wife. He did, very much, and she could never complain that he didn't keep up with his homework. Since that first time, he had never spent a night on the couch—drunk or sober. Not in that small apartment, nor in the house in the suburbs he had been buying for over two years.

He opened the car door and got out. One drink, maybe two, and he would still be home in time for dinner. After dinner would be time enough to talk to the new neighbors during what would probably turn out to be a long and boring evening.

It was too late for the afternoon drinkers, and too early for the evening crowd. Except for two drunks at the end of the bar who, Joe assumed, didn't know or care what time it was, he and the barmaid had the place to themselves.

She was an attractive woman of about thirty. Her name was Connie and she had been working there for a little over a month. Joe had flirted with her, told a few off-color jokes, and he sensed that she wouldn't be very hard to make.

Smiling brightly, she poured a shot of Scotch, then drew a glass of water. Not really in a talkative mood, having already decided that Connie was too close to home, Joe simply smiled and downed the shot. The barmaid took the hint, poured another shot, and went back and started shooting the breeze with the two drunks.

Looking at Connie's swaying ass, Joe thought of the redhead he had enjoyed in the hotel room. She had wanted to see him again, and he said that he would probably see her in the same cocktail lounge soon, but he hoped that he wouldn't.

In fact, he would steer clear of that section of the city for quite some time. Once had been a pleasure, twice would probably be pleasant, but a third time would undoubtedly turn out to be quite boring.

Joe downed the second shot, called out for Connie to mark the drinks on his tab, and then hurried out to his car. Even thinking about being with the sexy young redhead was sobering. She had nothing to offer except her body; just as he had given her nothing except the use of his body.

That, he decided, was one important reason why he stayed with Carolyn. She not only gave herself freely in the s*x department, she just as freely gave all of her time—and, apparently, her thoughts—to him.

Driving on home, Joe wondered what had gotten him started thinking about Carolyn in such a manner. It was a little late to start worrying about his extramarital activities. The strange thing about it was the fact that he probably got more s*x from his wife than a normal man would want.

Carolyn was twenty-two now, still beautiful, and her lovely body was even more exciting than it had been that first day she had entered the office. He had been working for his uncle during the summer, meaning to go back to college that fall to put in a third year, when Carolyn had started working there.

He still didn't mind all that much about giving up the idea of becoming a lawyer, but it still made him angry to think that Carolyn hadn't told him that she was a virgin. Hell, he wouldn't have put the blocks to her if he had known that. And that crap about being knocked-up after the one rather messy piece of ass had been bad enough. But to hook him into marriage with such a lie was just too damn much.

Still, when he faced the truth, he had to admit that Carolyn was a damn good wife. Maybe he was using the fact that she had lied and hooked him into marriage for an excuse to f**k other women. And if he could be that honest with himself he might as well face the truth and admit that if it wasn't for that excuse he would probably find another.

He almost hoped that the new neighbor woman would turn out to be an ugly hag. Not that he had ever done anything with any female remotely connected with his home or the office, even though some of the women he and Carolyn knew were tempting and had hard-on making bodies.

And, as he well knew, some were inclined to find him rather tempting. Which was one thing in his favor, he thought. He had never caused Carolyn any direct embarrassment with his f*****g around. In fact, she didn't actually have any proof that he wasn't the true-blue husband everybody seemed to think. Carolyn had never been fooled, though.

She knew him for what he really was. She never said anything about the other women, and she was always right there when he needed her, but somehow or other she could always tell when he had been intimate with another female. It wasn't even clear to him how he could tell that she did know. Something in her eyes, he guessed. Or maybe in her actions.

She had made remarks from time to time about how she thought something was wrong with him because he needed s*x so often, but he had always laughed and said that many men would probably gladly have the same thing wrong with them. He had never told her that he had started to worry a little about his demanding s****l drive back in his high-school days.

Even then he had become, through reading many books, familiar with the usual theories having to do with a s*x-drive as strong as his. He knew that he would have to be considered more than a little oversexed, but he also knew that he wasn't a latent homo—as some head shrinkers seemed to think of males having his characteristics.

And he didn't have to keep reassuring himself of how strong and masculine he was by going around f*****g willing females when given the chance. The proof of that was quite evident because of the fact that he often got an erection when he really didn't care to have one.

He was able to control himself. He wasn't a s*x-nut going around raping or doing anybody harm. Maybe he did hurt his wife's feelings because of his actions, but she had caused the marriage to get off to a bad start with her lie. Sometimes he thought that if she had really been pregnant things might have worked out differently.

And at other times he liked things just as they were. If it was a sign of emotional weakness to be able to experience the glory that was s*x as often as he—then so what? He couldn't be worried about it.

Joe let out a little laugh. Just how often had he told himself that? And how often had he assured himself that he didn't have a psychological problem? Well, he had learned to live with what some so-called authorities looked upon as a problem and he was happy enough—and he was getting a hard-on just thinking about his beautiful young wife, so it wasn't as if he were really cheating her out of anything.