Wife Really Screws Up

This is complete fiction! None of it is true or even accurate so just relax and enjoy!

I thought I was smarter than everyone around. No one would ever suspect me having an affair with the company's new Vice President. He honed in on me from day one. His overt flirting was fun at first so, I flirted back. I never thought it could ever lead to me cheating on my husband. I loved him unconditionally so why would I ever cheat on him betraying my marriage vows? The fun of flirting quickly advanced beyond just sexual inuendo and it got to us having lunch together a couple of times a week and me staying over a few nights every week to work on "Special Projects!" We started off just kissing and holding hands as he fed me all of his bullshit lines which I ate up as if they were the Gods Honest Truths. Eventually it led to petting and allowing him to finger me to orgasm while I jacked him off to completion. I kept telling myself that as long as our clothes stayed on and I never allowed his penis to penetrate me I wasn't committing adultery. How stupid is that?

In reality I crossed the line when I allowed him to get close enough to hole my hand and kiss me. Those actions alone were betrayals on the highest order but I just fluffed it off lying to myself about it just being "Advanced" sexual flirting. Of course I felt guilty every night on my way home to my husband and children. Eventually I rebuffed my husbands sexual advances toward me out of pure guilt. I just couldn't go through with having sex with my husband because I was so guilty about what I was doing with my company's V. P. almost every day. I knew that my husband could tell that my whole personality and attitude had changed drastically. Whenever he'd ask me to talk to him and tell him what was wrong, I just told him that everything was just fine. I was just tired from working so many hours on this special program. Of course he didn't buy my excuses at all.

One night when I got home on time, the house was empty, no one was there. I thought that my husband just took the kids out to dinner because he quit expecting me to come home before 10 or 11 PM every night. I went up to our bedroom and into the shower to clean up before he got home. I let that asshole finger me to orgasm while in his car at lunch and I knew that I must still smell like sex. When I opened our closet doors I saw that my husbands clothes were all gone. There were 4 large suitcases missing too. I opened his drawers and his side of the double sink in the bathroom and they were both empty as well. I ran to my children's rooms and their things were also missing. All their clothes, both computers and laptops were also gone. I went into my husbands home office and saw that it too had been cleaned out. I finally went into the garage and saw that all of his tools were also missing.

He and my children have left me! Could he have found out about my sexual liaisons with The company V. P.? How could he possibly know? I thought that I was being very discrete. I thought harder about that and then remembered that we weren't cautious around the office. Everyone there must have at least suspected that we were fooling around. I could see the looks on their faces whenever he came down to my office and we'd leave together for a 2 or 3 hour lunch. How could they not know what was going on? I called my husbands cell phone but he must have blocked my number because it immediately went to voicemail. I tried both kids numbers and the same thing happened. They also blocked my number. I tried his office but no one was there. None of his friends knew where he was or they wouldn't tell me, and not even his parents would admit to knowing anything about what was happening. By now I was losing my mind! I was all alone!!

I didn't sleep a wink that night. I called in sick in the morning because I didn't want to see that asshole or any other coworkers again. That afternoon I called HR and resigned my position. When they asked I confessed everything to them saying that I couldn't work under those conditions any longer. I spilled the beans to them as to what he was doing to me. I also said that I didn't do anything to stop his advances because he was a Vice President and I was afraid for my job if I said no. But this has to end today and I'd ending it by resigning and confessing everything that has happened. I also told them that I never actually had sex with him, not penetration anyway. Just feeling each other up and using our hands to induce orgasm for each other. I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself that I cried all day and well into the night. I never did reach my family and I was becoming more desperate.

The next morning there was a loud pounding on my door. I woke up to this knocking but when I opened the door there wasn't a friendly face trying to cheer me up. It was a strange man in a cheap suit who handed me a thick envelope saying that I've been served. He took a couple of pictures with his phone and walked away. When I tried asking him what was in the envelope all he'd say was that I had to open it myself to find out. He just served them and never knew what was inside. When I got to the kitchen I opened the envelope, It contained Divorce Papers as well as pictures of myself kissing and jacking off that asshole. There were also pictures of him with my blouse open and his fingers buried deep inside my cheating pussy. How did my husband get these pictures of me being a whore for the V. P.? I guess it really didn't matter how he got them, what mattered was that he did have them and he was using them to divorce me on the grounds of adultery.

Just then my cell phone rang and when I answered it was the asshole V. P. who led me down this primrose path to divorce. He was yelling and saying that between what I told H. R. about his sexual harassment, and the pictures my husband sent to his wife he'd been fired and his wife was divorcing him. All I said was that he deserved everything that was happening to him, and so did I. I told him to never contact me again so when I hung up I blocked his number. Now I could clearly see what a piece of shit this man really was. All he wanted was some strange married pussy and he picked me right away. I wondered if I was giving off some kind of a sign or an aroma saying that I could become a cheap slut for him if he asked the right way. I bought every one of his tried and true lines that he fed to me. I never would have believed that I could ever cheat on my husband and on my children. But, I actually did cross that red line, and willingly did so several times.

I lied to myself saying that as long as he never penetrated me with his penis I wasn't cheating. In the past I'd often wondered how someone could actually lie to themselves? I thought it was impossible, but here I was convinced that if I didn't let him actually fuck me that I was still a faithful wife. What a bunch of bullshit that was, but I bought it hook line and sinker! I always believed that I was an intelligent woman. I was college educated, held a series of professional positions in the workplace and thought that I could see a bullshitter and a ladies man from miles away. This smooth talking snake oil salesman got under me skin and into my panties easily. When I began therapy right after the divorce my therapist helped me to see that there were a confluence of factors that allowed that asshole to talk me into betraying my husband and eventually ruining my life.

He got to me at the exact right time in my life where I was feeling as if my youthful good looks were quickly becoming a thing of the past. My skin no longer glowed and seemed looser and looser every year. I could see the lines around my eyes getting deeper and deeper and my once chestnut hair was turning gray by the day. Of course my husband always told me how beautiful I was but I thought that he had to say those things to me because I was his wife. I now know that's not true at all. What's more accurate is that most husbands just quit telling their wives that they're beautiful because they never think about it. My husband never took me for granted the way other husbands did their wives. The trouble is that now my ex-husband is telling another woman how beautiful she is instead of me. I guess that old saying about what goes around comes around is really true. I'm all alone without my husband and my children and my ex is engaged to a beautiful woman of means.

I knew that he'd land on his feet after he divorced me because he's a great looking man with an outgoing personality and a winning smile. Women have always handed him their numbers and some have actually asked him out right in front of me while we were out together. I knew he never encouraged any of them but I also knew how women looked at him everywhere we went. I used to think that if anyone ever cheated it would be him because he had so many opportunities. Instead, I was the one who tore down everything we'd built by becoming a slut. I'm still in therapy and it's still helping but so far I don't have any real answers as to why I betrayed my husband like I did. I went through every standard excuse in The Cheaters Handbook, to no avail. None of them pertained to what I did. All they did was to allow a cheater to continue to lie to herself and continue blaming other people for her own atrocious behavior.

My therapist tried getting my ex-husband to consent to coming to a few secessions with me but he always declined. He finally told her that I was the past and that he'd come to terms with what I did. He knew it was all my fault and that he did nothing wrong so he didn't need therapy. I knew that it would be a lost cause because since he and the kids walked out on me he's never even spoken to me again. Everything was done through his attorney. I never even bothered hiring my own lawyer. I just signed whatever they put in front of me. I knew the prenup wouldn't give me much so I wasn't expecting anything. When the lawyer handed me a check for $10K and said that my husband didn't have to give you this money but he didn't want you to starve either. At the time I was still living with my sister and working as a waitress in a downtown diner. He also paid off my car and signed the title over to me so I could get back and forth to work. That was it, $10K and my car!

I just noticed in todays newspaper the announcement of my husband marrying his girlfriend this coming May. It was sure to be one of the social events of the year! His soon to be wife comes from a very wealthy connected family who are very active in state politics. My ex-husbands company will surely benefit from this allegiance. He's certainly no fool when it comes to business. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they love each other. It's just a huge side benefit that their union will make them even richer that they are now. Both my children will also benefit from this union too. They'll be able to attend whichever college they choose because money will not be a problem.

Neither one of my kids want to see me anymore. They've let me know in person while in divorce court, as well as in writing through Children's Services. There was no doubt that they wanted to live fulltime with their dad and that they didn't even want to visit me. I signed away my parental rights because I didn't want to force anything on them. Maybe later on in life their attitudes will change and I'll welcome them with open arms, but for now I look at pictures and occasionally I'll go to one of their baseball games sitting in my car so I won't cause any commotion or trouble. I'm still well known around town due to my whoring around with that asshole a couple years ago. I'll never live my reputation down as a slut around here. The only men who want to date me are married men who cheat on their wives or losers and felons looking for an easy piece of ass. That's what I'm considered as now!

No good men ever want to date me now. I'm no longer considered dating material, much less marriage material. I'm just a whore who cheated on her loving husband and fucked her boss! Even though he never penetrated me I still cheated on my husband and the lies I told myself back then were proved to be so wrong. Even I now know that I was lying to myself when I kept saying that it wasn't cheating if I wasn't allowing him to penetrate me with his penis. It was cheating anyway you size it up and now I can admit that to myself. Of course, it won't do me any good now because I've already made my bed and I'm certainly lying in it. My ex-husband is getting married in May and my kids don't want to have anything to do with me. If you're wondering what happened to the asshole I allowed to ruin my life? Well last winter he just couldn't go on anymore so he ate his gun blowing his head off. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. I wish it happened before I met him!