Kerri and I met in college, dated off and on for two years and then we graduated.  I headed for the Left Coast to take on my new job and Kerri went the other direction to attend Yale Law School.  Two years later we ran into each other while attending a symposium in Las Vegas.  I found out that she had dropped out of law school, moved to Denver to take a job and was now living in Englewood, Colorado.  I guess my face must have lit up when I heard that because she asked me why I suddenly had such a big smile.  I told her that I lived in Castle Rock, Colorado which was only fourteen miles from Englewood.  We had dinner together and once back at home in Colorado we started dating again and in a year I proposed, she accepted and we were married.

We bought a house in Castle Rock and began our life together.  As with most marriages we had our little ups and downs, but we worked through them and after seven years I thought we had a pretty good marriage.  About six months ago I noticed a change in Kerri.  She seemed a little distant at times and several times I caught her looking at me with a strange look on her face.  It was almost as if she had something on her mind and was trying to find a way to say it.  I suppose I should have just gone ahead and asked her what was up, but that just wasn’t my way; she would tell me in her own good time.

 About the same Kerri developed a desire to have her pussy eaten after I made love to her and once I started doing it our sex life made a big jump.  We went from two or three times a week, and an average of twice a night on those nights to five and sometimes six times a week.  That in itself convinced me that whatever was on Kerri’s mind, it wasn’t something I needed to be concerned about.

I found out the way most husbands do - by accident.  It was inventory time and we had known for almost a month that I would be working late on that particular night.  Every inventory that we had ever done over the last five years had taken us almost to midnight and I didn’t expect this one to be any different.  When I left the house that morning I told Kerri that I would see her sometime after midnight.  I kissed her goodbye and went to work.  Well, thanks to new software and a computer system that logs stuff in as it hits the loading dock and subtracts it from inventory when it goes by the cash register we were done with the inventory by nine o’clock.  I debated calling Kerri and letting her know that I was on my way home, but it was too late to have her fix me a bite to eat so I just headed on home.

There was a strange car in the driveway so I ended up parking in the street.  I expected to find Kerri and her company in the living room or kitchen, but they weren’t there.  I was just about to holler out “Honey, I’m home” when I heard Kerri cry out, “Oh fuck you are big” followed by a man’s voice saying, “You sure love this big cock, don’t you baby?”  “Oh God yes” I heard Kerri say and I guess that pretty much told me all that I had to know about what was going on.  I quietly went up the stairs and then down the hall toward the bedroom.  I peeked around the doorpost and saw a tall black man between Kerri’s legs and he was driving his cock into her waiting pussy.  Neither one of them saw me as I crossed the hall and went into the spare bedroom.  I left the door open just enough so that I could watch what was going on without them knowing I was there.  I wasn’t really interested in watching Kerri get fucked by another man, let alone a black man, but I did want to hear their pillow talk.  The more I knew when I confronted the cheating whore the better.

I knew the man fucking Kerri, not well, but I did know who he was.  His name was Jason and he worked with Kerri.  I’d met him at her company Christmas party which, come to think of it, was six months ago, just about the time Kerri started acting different.  It just could be that I was now looking at the reason.  I watched as Jason did everything to Kerri that I did.  He ate her pussy, sucked her tits, fucked her in several positions and took her anally.  Kerri did everything to him that she did to me, but there was one major difference - Jason’s cock was fatter than mine.  Not longer, just bigger around and I guess that was what this was about because Kerri begged and screamed more for Jason than she ever had for me.  While I watched Jason came in Kerri three times and after the first and second times Kerri had gone down on him and sucked him hard again.  The third time he had cum in her ass and even though he wanted her to clean his dick off she refused.  Nice to know that the whore had some standards.  He got up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up and when he came back Kerri was waiting for him leaning on an elbow.

“How much more time do we have?”

“We have plenty of time lover, but you are wasting it standing over there.  Bring that beautiful fat cock over here to me and let me get started on it.”

There followed another twenty minutes of Kerri screaming while Jason fed her his black pole.

They were lying on the bed next to each other when Jason said, “When can we do this again?”

“Give me a call at work tomorrow and I’ll see what I can arrange, but it probably won’t be until our usual Tuesday nooner.”

“Nooners on Tuesdays and Thursdays aren’t enough for me.  When are you going to tell him goodbye?”

“I never will.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love him.”

“How can you tell me that you can’t live without me and still stay with him?”

“I said I couldn’t live without your cock; it’s not the same thing.”

“It is to me.  Me and my cock are a package deal.”

“You don’t understand Jason.  He is a good man and I love him.  It isn’t his fault that his cock doesn’t light me up like yours does.  My life would have been a whole lot simpler if I hadn’t had too much to drink at that damned Christmas party.”

“Oh so now you are saying that I took advantage of you because you were drunk?”

“No, I’m as much to blame as you were.  Granted I never would have done it without the benefit of all the alcohol, but I did know what I was doing.  I just had to see if what all the other girls were saying about you was true.”

“Was it?”

“You know the answer to that.  Come on, we have time for one more before I have to get cleaned up for my hubby.”

“Do you still have him eat you after you have fucked me?”

“Yes.”

“How can you tell me that you love him when you do that to him.  I can’t think of a more disgusting thing to do to someone than to have him suck another man’s sauce.  Can you imagine how he would feel if he knew he was sucking up a niggers leavings?”

“Why do you use that word?  It is so degrading.”

“I use it because I can and it isn’t degrading when I use it and I don’t mind you using it when you call yourself my nigger loving slut.  But you haven’t answered my question.”

“I do it because it excites me when he does it and when I’m excited I rock his world and I owe him that.”

“I still can’t believe that you fuck him after I’ve been with you.”

“I’m his wife Jason and he can fuck me whenever his little heart desires.  Before you or after you, I’m his.  You just get to borrow me once in a while.”

“God, but you are one weird lady.”

“I know lover, but then if I wasn’t you wouldn’t be here.”

I took advantage of their fifth coupling (at least the fifth since I’d been there) to get out of the house.  I drove to a bar and sat there sipping Jack with water back (a double of course) while I ran what I’d learned through my mind.  Kerri had been hanging horns on me for the last six months and I hadn’t had a clue.  The confusing part to me was Kerri telling Jason that she loved me and that all he was to her was a cock.  How could she love me and do what she was doing?  How could she let me suck that black bastard's cum out of her?  That damn sure didn’t fall under any definition of love that I was familiar with.  My God, I’d been slurping up that bastard’s juice at least twice a week for the last six months; it was enough to make me sick and if I’d eaten recently I’d probably have been in the john tossing my cookies.  And just where did that arrogant black asshole get off thinking that my wife would leave me for him just because he had a fat cock, but then, even though they didn’t yet know it I guess that she had.  To say I was pissed would be an understatement.  You want to talk bigger and better?  I’d had chances to have flings with ladies who had bigger tits than Kerri, ladies who had better legs and nicer asses than Kerri, but did I stray?  Hell no I didn’t.  I didn’t because I loved Kerri and my definition of love was simple and straightforward; I had sworn to love her and forsake all others.  No ambiguity there, none at all.  I had one more drink, checked my watch and then headed on home.

Kerri was sitting up in bed reading when I got home.

“I expected you to be asleep.”

She gave me a wicked grin and said, “I can always pull the covers up over my head, but I’ve always had the impression that you liked seeing me this way” and she tossed off the covers and revealed that she was waiting for me in nylons and high heels.  “Give you any ideas sailor?”

It did and while I as yet had no idea of what I was going to do about the situation I found myself in, I wasn’t about to pass up what was offered.  It was my first time for knowingly having sloppy seconds, but Kerri was as passionate with me as always and she didn’t seem to upset when I wouldn’t go down on her - I told her I had a touch of sore throat - and we fell asleep snuggled up against each other.

I spent the next couple of days wrestling with my new problem and it wasn’t until Tuesday that things jelled for me.  I was sitting at my desk at work staring at the pile of papers piled up in front of me when it suddenly occurred to me that while I was working my wife and her black bastard of a lover were having their nooner and hanging horns on me again.  The more I thought about it the madder I got and by the time I got off work that night I knew what I was going to do.  When I got home I told Kerri that I had to go out of town on a rare business trip.  “I’ll be leaving Thursday morning and I won’t be home until Friday afternoon.”

“Well then, I guess we had better get started” and she started undressing.

“Get started on what?”

“I’ve got tonight and tomorrow night to fuck you to near death.  I don’t want to leave you with enough strength to even think about trying out some strange dolly while you are gone.”

Thursday found me camped in the spare bedroom armed with a video camera.  My car was parked two blocks away.  I had no idea of how long a wait I had, but I was gambling that with me gone the two lovers would take advantage of our house and not go to a motel.  At noon Kerri and Jason pulled into the drive and three minutes later they were in the bedroom tearing each other’s clothes off.  I got three hours of tape through the cracked open door before I finally felt that I had enough.  I left the room without being noticed and left the house.  I went and got my car and then brought it back to the house so I could load it.  I entered the house and went down into the basement and grabbed two suitcases and then I went upstairs to the bedroom.  I was all the way into the room and opening the closet before Kerri noticed me.  I ignored the action on the bed and started packing.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kerri desperately trying to get out from under Jason and he didn’t seem to realize it.  She was pushing at him and she finally cried out, “Will you get off me damn it?”  It finally registered on him that something was wrong and only then did he turn and notice me. 

I smiled at him, “Don’t stop on my account.  I’ll be out of here in about fifteen minutes.”

Kerri scrambled up and looking at me she said, “What are you doing?”

“What, you a college graduate and you can’t figure it out?  Wife in bed with another man, husband packing his bags and you can’t put the pieces together?  I’m out of here is what it means.”

“But you can’t go.”

“Of course I can Kerri.  I’m sorry to have to say that I’m just not a big enough man to share you, especially with a nigger.”

I had used that word to get a rise out of Jason, but he seemed to be a little intimidated by my presence in the room and he ignored me and stared at the opposite wall.  “I’ll be out of here in a couple of minutes and then Studly there can move in, at least until the divorce makes us sell the house.”

“But I don’t want a divorce.  I love you.  This doesn’t have anything to do with you and me, it is just play.  He doesn’t mean anything to me.  Honest to god baby, you are the only man I love.”

“Well sweetie, if all it is is play you might as well keep on playing.  Have a fun time sweetie.  I’ll be back around noon on Saturday to get the rest of my stuff and I would appreciate it if you would have the decency not to be here.”

I picked up the two suitcases and left.

 She was waiting for me when I got there on Saturday and she cried and begged and made all kinds of promises including that she would quit her job and never see Jason again, but I turned a deaf ear to it all.  I got all my stuff and left her standing in the driveway crying as I drove off.  She didn’t give up.  She called me everyday at work and a couple of times she was waiting for me in the parking lot when I got off.  It had an effect on me.  I did love the stupid cunt and regardless of what she had done I knew that she did love me, but did I love her enough to forgive her and if I did could I ever really trust her again?  I don’t know, but I did put a stop to the divorce proceedings, at least for now.   I’m not in any big hurry to move back into the house, but we are going to have dinner this Saturday.  It will be sort of a date.  I don’t know what will come out of it or if I want anything to.  One day at a time is all I can say, one day at a time.