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How Do You Know?
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)

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A husband needed to know if his wife was cheating on 
me. (MF, cheat?, humor, rom)

***

How do you know if your wife is cheating on you? Is it 
a change in her mood? Does she leave the house in the 
evening? Does she always want to go out with the girls? 
Or, any number of the other hundreds of things to look 
for? Mine is just a gut feeling. 

I came home from work and she was on the phone.  The 
second I came in she said, "Gotta go, he's home, bye." 
That's it, which gave me this terrible gut reaction.

I thought about asking her who she was talking to but 
she could say anybody, even a telemarketer. Thinking 
like this couldn't just come into my mind, could it? It 
must have been in my conscious memory somewhere. I 
didn't want it there. I didn't like it. I am not good 
with change. I'm a more old fashioned leave it alone 
till it breaks type guy.

Cindy and I (I'm Ron) have been married going on 
twenty-four years. We have four kids, two grown and two 
teenagers. We don't have a lot, but what we have is 
ours. Don't really owe anybody. We have a small house 
but it's paid for. Our cars aren't the newest but there 
are no payments. We probably have a few credit card 
debts and that's about it. We're an average American 
family and try to live within our means.

We work, eat, do a few things as a family, take care of 
the house, do the school thing. That's going to 
everything your kid belongs to: sports, band, scouts 
and any other thing they're involved in. We sometimes 
even have dinner together, which is a rarity nowadays.

Our sex life is probably like most people our age, once 
every two weeks or so. I wish it was a lot more but it 
takes two to tango. Cindy hasn't been much into dancing 
lately, pun intended.

Because of my stupid gut, I'll now have to be on the 
lookout for any odd signs from Cindy. It's like I don't 
trust her anymore and for no reason. I'm just hoping my 
gut feeling is only indigestion.

My problem is that I'm no super sleuth. I don't know 
much about the video cameras, phone bugging stuff, 
whatever the hell that is, and I'm not rich enough to 
hire a private investigator. Especially since I don't 
have the slightest clue what I'm looking for.

Cindy handles all the finances so I have no idea what 
she pays or when she pays it. If I start going looking 
through all the bills, she's going to want to know why. 
What do I tell her? My gut hurts so you've been fucking 
around on me? Boy, I bet that would go over big.

Our marriage seems normal, what ever that is in this 
day and age. We met while in our twenties, dated about 
a year, and then got married. She pops out a kid about 
every two years. I got tired of the pop outs so I had a 
vasectomy after the last one.

Well, this was one of those days where we all, the two 
teenagers, my wife and I, have dinner together. The 
kids talked a little about school and Cindy talked 
about her part time job at the library. After the last 
two kids entered high school she was getting bored and 
got a job at the local library. She was part-time and 
her hours were irregular. 

Maybe that's one of the places I needed to check out. 
But how do I do that. I can't just take off work and 
sit in front of the damn library to see who she talked 
to. It would be everybody who walked into the damn 
place. She's the librarian.

Tonight she was going to her girls' card club so I 
guess I could start my private investigation after she 
leaves. I would have to follow her in my old truck. I 
could hardly afford a rental like they do in the other 
stories. 

I left minutes after she did. I knew where she was 
going because she told me and left me a number where I 
could get hold of her if I needed her.

I lost her or rather she lost me in the traffic so I 
just drove over to Marge's house where the card game 
was supposed to be. When I got there I saw Cindy's car 
among others in front of the house. I waited a few 
minutes to make sure no one else was coming and then 
got out of my truck, which I parked a couple of houses 
down, and walked up to one of the windows and peeked 
in. 

When I looked in, I saw two card tables with four women 
around each one playing cards. It was another dead end 
so I slowly backed up to return to my truck and stepped 
in a pile of dog shit. "Damn-it," I said softly and 
continued to my truck. I had to clean the shit off my 
shoes before getting in my truck. Damn! It stunk.

When I got home I went into the clothes hamper and 
looked for her bras and panties. Good, she hasn't 
washed clothes this week.  As I pulled her panties out 
of the hamper I felt the crotches and brought them up 
to my nose. Damn, they stink; I don't care what you 
say. Panties sitting in a hamper for a few days stink. 
It's not the same as being horny and going down on your 
woman. Everything smells good during sex. This was a 
few days later.

I looked through her closet for anything that looked 
out of place. Then I carefully looked through all her 
drawers in the dresser. I found nothing. I located the 
bills file in the filing cabinet. I went through all 
the bills in the files. I didn't find anything out of 
the ordinary. She was good, for a cheating wife she was 
excellent. I got on the computer and put in her 
password. She told me what it was; we had it posted 
next to the computer. 

I went through all the e-mails which was kind of stupid 
because we had a joint account and we both used the 
same e-mail address. I couldn't find anything. Here I 
was for the last three hours looking for something and 
just couldn't find it.

When I read these stories on the computer, they find 
all sorts of shit. Phone logs, motel bills, soiled 
panties, hang ups on the telephone. They hire private 
investigators. They plant phone listening devises. 
Follow or have their wife followed. They find nude 
photos, VCR tapes, and even catch strange men in their 
bed. My Cindy must be good, really good.

As I was starting to put everything away, the door 
opened and in came Cindy. I had her dirty underwear in 
my hand when she saw me.

"Okay, Ron, time to talk. You followed me to Marge's 
and then I saw you staring in through the side window. 
The window was open and I heard you say, ‘Oh, shit'. 
Did you step in some dog crap? That's where they let 
their dogs do their business."

"Now I come home and you smell my dirty underwear. If I 
didn't know any better, I'd think that you don't trust 
me. Do you think I'm cheating on you, Ron?"

"I don't know, Cindy, I have this gut feeling. I've had 
it all day." I replied.

"Come over here, Honey, and let's talk."

"Were you reading erotic stories on your lunch hour at 
work again," she asked.

I nodded, "Yes".

"Were the stories you were reading, ‘Cheating Wives' 
stories," she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

Then she asked, "Did you think about me while reading 
these stories?"

"Of course I did," I replied. "Then I came home and you 
were on the phone, and you said. 'Gotta go' and hung 
up." 

She looked at me and smiled. "I don't know whether to 
be mad at you or just hug you," she said.

I looked at her and said, "Please don't lie to me, who 
were you talking to when I came in?"

"Your mother," she replied. "She calls me most everyday 
as you know."

"Ron, have I ever done anything at anytime for you to 
be suspicious of me and not trust me."

‘No," I replied. "It was just my gut feeling."

"Honey," Cindy spoke, "You're a trip. If I didn't love 
you so much I'd be mad. You are my man regardless of 
how weird you are. I love you with all my heart even if 
I don't say it regularly. Maybe we don't make love 
often enough, but we can remedy that."

Then she took me by the hand and walked me into the 
bedroom, locked the door, dimmed the lights and then 
started undressing me. 

I lay on the bed and watched her strip. When she was 
naked she climbed up on top of me and inserted my hard 
cock into her pussy. God, it felt good. She rode me 
like a bronco horse. I couldn't hold back any longer as 
I shot a load deep into her pussy. Then I heard her 
squeal and press down on my cock.

She got off me, smiled and kissed me. "Do you feel 
better now?" she asked.

"Cindy," I replied, "you're the greatest, but what 
about my gut?"

She smiled and started laughing, then said, "Take two 
Rolaids honey, you have indigestion."

Then she looked at me and said, "Honey, stop smelling 
my dirty underwear. That's nasty."

Just a short story. Hope you enjoyed it.

DG Hear

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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