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MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 1

Date: 9/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blackmail, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com

love even more often. She wasn’t tired as often and she wasn’t on her feet all day, either. I thought everything was great. We even talked about starting a family. Then about three months ago everything changed. I remember the Thursday night like it was yesterday. I walked in after a long day at work anticipating that Jennie would strip my clothes from my body and rape me the way she did virtually every day, fucking me until neither of us could stand. That was why we always had dinner late—we needed time to recover before eating and another wild session in bed before retiring for the night. Instead, I went to hug Jenny and she turned away. “I’m sorry Tim, but I have a terrible headache. You don’t mind if we take a day off, do you? I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.” What could I say? I accepted her comment, expressing concern for her well-being. “Are you up to cooking? Want to go out for a pizza or maybe bring in Chinese?” “Oh, Tim—you’re so good to me. Thank you, darling. I’ll be okay with just a little rest.” I kissed her cheek and led her to the couch where I helped her to put her feet up and lie back, her head on one of the decorative pillows. She stayed there for an hour, eyes closed, before getting up to fix a simple dinner of burgers. She still seemed distant after dinner and I wondered if I had done something wrong—something to offend her. For the life of me I couldn’t think of anything. Our relationship was back to normal the following day. I put my ... concerns out of my mind. But they returned the following Thursday when Jennie once again begged off, this time because of an upset stomach. The following Thursday she gave me another excuse. I was sure then that something was wrong. The following week she had physical concerns on Tuesday and Thursday although we made love as usual on the other days. Tuesday and Thursday became regular days off from sex and there was always some new reason. I didn’t complain, but I knew I had to do something. Mostly, I knew I had to do it for Jennie. I took an hour for lunch on Friday. I was entitled to an hour, but rarely took the full sixty minutes. Most days I worked at my desk, eating my sandwich and drinking my can of Pepsi while I toiled on my computer or reviewed some report. Instead of lunch I went shopping; it’s amazing what one can find in the Yellow Pages. The drive to the store took me about ten minutes—almost as long as it took me to reach my car in the parking lot. Surprisingly, I was approached by a clerk as soon as I entered the store. I explained what I wanted and why. The clerk showed me two options—one for $150 each and another for double the price. Both were tiny considering their capabilities. “What’s the difference, other than price?” “Basically nothing, but don’t tell my boss I told you that. The expensive one is a ‘brand name’ in security; the other is our store brand.” Thanking him for his help I bought three of the cheaper models, paying cash I’d collected doing taxes ...