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Blurb

Johnny's got everything he could possibly need. He's got a great job, some great friends, and an understanding hot wife. Everything's going great for him...until he realizes that his wife Celestine is behaving oddly. Sure, their sex life is doing nothing but getting better, but some of it's way out of character for her. He tries to ignore it, but how will he react when he finds out the truth - that Celestine is cheating on him with a hung young stud?

This premium 12,000 word erotic short contains heaping amounts of quality sex, blowjobs and cunnilingus, a cheating wife, a shameless bull, a scene of humiliation, and a shocking personal discovery.

Excerpt:

I had to ring the doorbell three times before my wife opened up. “Hi, honey!” I said, hauling my best husbandly grin onto my face. We hugged close. “What's in the oven?”

“Chicken pot pie”, she said. “What else?”

“What else indeed?” I said.

“Do you want to get your stuff packed back away?” she said.

“Uh, sure”, I replied. “You don't need help with anything, do you?”

“No!” she said. “It's okay, everything's okay. I just like things to be tidy.”

“I know”, I said. I didn't mention that usually she didn't mind if my stuff stayed out of the closet for a day or two. You pick your battles, and if she wanted it put away now, then by golly, I was a good enough husband to put it away now.

Then we sat in the kitchen, and she jabbered away at me about her weekend; one long parade of girlfriends and drinks and gossip, apparently. As the tide of chat flowed over me, I tried to work out why I was getting the blow-by-blow account.

Usually things are far more routine; we celebrate being home by eating chicken pot pie and watching a movie.

But then, it was still cooking. “How long's it going to be?” I said.

“Oh, about half an hour”, said Celestine. “Now, you remember Sally, who's Jess's second cousin? Sally was telling us all...”

“Hang on a moment”, I said. “Didn't I tell you when I was going to be home?”

“No”, she said. “I was a bit confused by that, but I just figured you left your phone switched off, or you were round that bit of the lake that's not much for cell reception.”

“Oh, must have been”, I said, because I knew full well that I'd called her (straight to voicemail) and then sent her a text. “So, did you miss me very much?”

“Well, then we went down to Carluccios with Sally, who knew how we could get cheap mimosas the next few hours...” And then she saw me looking at her sideways. “No, I didn't”, she said.

My face fell. “What? What do you even mean by that?” I said, my voice raising in pitch.

“I didn't miss you very much”, she said; and then her eyes locked on mine. “I missed you loads and loads.”

My idiot stare turned to a grin and a chuckle. “Oh, really?” I said.

“Really”, she purred at me; and then she stood up and padded round the table to stand by my side. “You have no idea.”

And then she bent down and kissed me; and I kissed her, feeling my cock awaken in her pants. “What about me did you miss?” I said.