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Subject: The Betrayal, Part I
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Co-author's note, Sept. 1/97:

   I first posted this story soon after my wife and I separated. It received a
reasonable amount of positive attention despite the grammatical and spelling 
mistakes. I have since cleaned it up and I am re-posting it for your reading 
pleasure.
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Co-author's note:	

   This is a true story. Some names of principal participants (not including 
my wife and I) have only been slightly changed to protect the oh-so-guilty. 
All locales, establishments, dwellings, and surroundings appear exactly as 
described. If that bothers you then don't read the story.

   This 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 don't read the story.  If you think 
I'm a prick for manipulating and using two people for my own twisted 
reasons, too fucking bad.


Prologue

   I believe it's a common thread within most marriages that at some point 
the husband has a fantasy about his wife fucking another man. Maybe he 
dreams about convincing her to participate in a threesome or catching her 
having an affair, or maybe just wants to sit back and watch while the woman 
he married willingly gives herself to another man.

   The thing is, most husbands don't have the guts to put it all on the line 
in pursuit of that fantasy. They beat off in the shower while visualizing 
their wife being pounded by her boss, his best friend, or the black waiter 
at the restaurant across from work. My philosophy is: "Nothing ventured, 
nothing gained".

I did it. I knew she'd never ever be open to a threesome, or even a fling; I 
wanted to see her fuck another man and I made it happen. More importantly, I 
got her side of the story too.


THE BETRAYAL by Alex Taylor Douglas

   It happened a few weeks ago. I didn't mean for it to happen; I don't 
even think I wanted it to happen, but it did. I lost control of myself; my 
desire totally overcame me in a way I had never believed possible. 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 an issue. What is important is that we 
were caught by my husband. Alex didn't really react the way I thought he 
would. He has a temper like wildfire; quick to ignite and furious while 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 then he smiled. The 
look in his eyes scared me more than his anger 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 told me what he 
wanted. He told me he wanted me to write the entire story of the affair for 
him. He wanted it to be frank, descriptive, and dirty. He wanted language 
used that I had never considered using. He didn't care if I typed, used a 
computer, or wrote it. 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 
finally outraged. I had no idea of Alex's plans for my "documentary" but I wa 
damned if I was going to have that kind of evidence floating about. Alex saw 
my face change and he knew I was about to begin a tirade. He held up a 
camcorder videotape, and my protest was over before it even began. 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 both of us 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 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 so you have a 25% chance of being right). 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've actually manipulated 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 identities and 
locations.
   What Deborah 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 with no motive other than fantasy; as with many men I fantasize 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 had to know she was betraying me and still be drawn into the. 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 guessed I would have to resort
to extortion to get it - thus the video. It *is* real by the way. You can see 
the 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 the 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 to make her part of the 
story flow a little better (she tended to ramble). 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 a diary (ironic -
it's Alex's suggestion). 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...

   If I have to put my finger on a starting point I would have to go back 
several months. Our sex life is pretty good, or at least that's what I've 
always thought. I've overheard some of the girls at work talking about their 
husbands and boyfriends and I must say, they seem to spend so much time in 
bed having orgasms that I wonder when they have time to do laundry. 
   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 
of course, there's my period. I don't particularily like having sex during 
my period because of the mess. Anyway, when we did have sex I thought it was 
pretty good. I like being on my back because it's really the only way 
I can have an orgasm, but 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 while writing 
this I was to be as verbally graphic and descriptive as I could, although 
it's definitely not my nature to do so. Fuck. That's not so bad. 
   Anyway, the fact of the matter is that 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. I 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, and I couldn't figure out why.
   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 I'd usually wind up dripping water on the 
floor. All the quick kisses while passing each other in the hallway, the 
lusty stares as I was dressing or undressing, the cuddling in bed, it all 
stopped. All those things used to annoy me, but as soon as he stopped doing 
them I missed the attention. 
  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 
wasn't sure if it had something to do with me, or if he was under stress 
from work, or even if he had stopped loving me for some reason. 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 confused by it all, and I began to be a 
little bit afraid. 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 (pun intended). 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 sexually was 
the best way I could think of doing it subtly. It really was hard 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
written a description of myself of this sort, and I assume it has
to somehow relate to my affair.
   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 *and* do aerobics, but I don't think I 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 I guess my hips are fairly narrow 
but well-rounded. My pubic hair is a little darker than the darkest my hair 
gets, sort of a medium brown. My labia are closed together, 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, and I 
try to take care of it as much as I can. It's so dry here in the winter that I
have to use lots and lots of moisturizing creams and lotions. 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 fulladvantage 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, there's no doubt that Deborah is beautiful. Not drop-dead stunning 
like some women are, but beautiful enough that even in a large gathering of 
people she's among 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 enough to 
give an impression of her face. I've always thought she resembled Bo Derek, 
with her high round cheeks 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. Believe me, if I could claim my wife looked like 
Janet Jones I certainly would! She has very nice high slightly rounded 
cheekbones and strong jaw set in a kind of angular face, and nice soft 
healthy skin. Ooooo, her skin - smooth like satin. Smooth as a baby's 
...well, I'm sure you've all heard the cliches. 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 that 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's only been 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 realnice 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 Alex and I should talk about taking some time apart, or at 
least talk 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.
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OK kids, you've got the background, the intent, the plan - now sit back and 
be prepared to be thoroughly entertained.
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End of Part I

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