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09 Haziran 2023, 17:03
Enough Is EnoughA different cuckold story."Enough is enough!" Bob had heard people say those words hundreds, maybe thousands of times. He had never said them, never thought them. Until the weekend three weekends before his tenth anniversary.On that Saturday he mowed the grass, trimmed the big hedges that surrounded their back yard, washed his car and Brandy's and did their laundry. He washed their clothes, dried them and folded or hung them up. Clothes that needed ironing, Brandy ironed.They had never talked about the division of labor. Over the years things had just fallen into place. The last task of his Saturday had been Brandy's car. He took it to a semi-automatic facility about twenty minutes from their home. For a fist full of quarters he got a few minutes of high pressure wash, with him aiming the nozzle. For a few more quarters he got a vacuum to suck any and all debris from the inside. The revelation came when he was preparing to vacuum the car.He checked under the seats for things she might have dropped. The week before, he found her Chevron credit card under the driver's seat. His hand went under the seat and he felt something and his mind didn't instantly identify what it was. When he pulled it out, he was instantly both angry and depressed. It was a used rubber.His mind looked back, reviewing the last few weeks for signs that Brandy might have given that she was cheating.He remembered unkind remarks she had been making, but she had been making those kinds of remarks for months. He finished up her car and drove it home wondering what his best course of action might be. Dinner was nothing special. Brandy was in a sweatshirt and sweat pants, barefoot, with her hair wrapped in a scarf. She looked more like a cleaning lady than a woman who hadn't done anything around the house all day except make dinner. Her nails were freshly done, however.During dinner Bob asked, "Our anniversary is coming soon. What would you like as a present?" She looked up from her plate and said, "Someone to fuck me senseless."Bob knew she didn't mean to say, "I want you to fuck me senseless." She meant exactly what she said. She wanted someone else to fuck her.Rather than start a fight, Bob said, "I'll see what I can do."Brandy laughed and said, "Like that'll happen!"When she was finished eating Brandy got up and left the kitchen. Bob finished eating and cleaned up. He heard the TV come on. He shut off the kitchen light and joined her in the living room. She was stretched out on the couch and didn't move. The available chair had an angled view of the TV."I'd like to sit on the couch by you." Bob said."I'm already comfortable. Sit in the chair."He shuffled over to the chair and sat down. When the show she was watching ended Bob got up and left the living room. He showered and went to bed. Using the bedside lamp for light he read three chapters of a novel by James Patterson before Brandy came into the bedroom. She went into the bathroom carrying her nightgown. She showered and came out of the bathroom in the nightgown.Bob watched her do her ritual and when she came to bed she said, "Shut off the light. As long as it's on, I can't sleep."He rolled toward her for a kiss. She rolled away. "If you wanted a kiss you should have done it before I got ready for bed." He rolled back the other way and shut off the light. Two hours later he was still thinking. She was asleep.Bob had been raised in the quietest family in Chicago. At least that was what he believed. He'd never seen either of his parents raise their voice. Never saw or heard an argument. He remembered his Dad saying, "Fighting and arguing doesn't solve anything. It's easier to go along."When he and Brandy had met and dated they seemed to get along well, in his eyes. He remembered her saying how easy going he was. He was surprised when she said yes to his proposal. He was surprised again when she gave birth seven months after they were married. It was a still-born little girl. He was depressed for months. Brandy didn't sleep nude anymore after that and didn't initiate sex any more either.Bob didn't say anything to provoke her, which meant he didn't ask her why she wore nightgowns and why she stopped initiating sex. He made her behavior mean that somehow she blamed him for the death of their c***d. When he didn't insist she made it mean that he didn't care. He didn't fight for their sex life. He must not like sex as much as she thought. She turned him down more and more often when he did attempt, hoping he would become assertive and jump her bones. She wore nightgowns and stopped being around him unless she was fully dressed.Bob thought about his side of what was going on. He had no idea what was going on inside Brandy.Connor Estridge knew something was going on with Brandy. She worked just down the hall from his office and had been coming on to him for months. As he sat in his office on the first of May, three months before Bob found the condom, Brandy brought three files to him. When she entered his office she closed the door. She had never closed the door to his office before. She stepped to the edge of his desk and said, "I've done everything I could think of to let you know I'm interested. Nothing worked. Ok, I'll be blunt. Name the time and place, I'll be there. I'll strip for you and do anything you want, as long as you'll fuck me!"They met at a motel that afternoon. An hour of wild sex that just seemed to make her want more. Connor liked how wild she was. For a couple weeks he worried she would ask for a raise, or cash or something. What she asked for was more sex.By the time Bob found the condom in the car Brandy and Connor were having sex almost every day. They hit every No-Tell Motel within five miles of work, every public park bathroom they knew of and both his car and hers.What Conner didn't know was that Brandy was also doing his boss, Eric Cameron. Eric was fifty-eight, graying and loved being sucked even more than fucking. Being sucked was all about Eric. Fucking, in his mind, required you pay a little attention to the bitch. Brandy loved walking from being with Conner to Eric's office and feeling her pussy returning to normal as she had a mouth full of Eric.And Bob had no idea. She had spent years hating Bob for his lack of backbone. Then she realized she could ignore him and he wouldn't do anything. A few weeks later she realized what a great marriage she had. He took very good care of her and she didn't need to do anything for him. She relegated him to the status of staff, not husband, lover, friend, or even companion. She had staff and she had lovers.Two days after he found the condom Bob was sitting at his desk and said, "Enough is enough!" It felt good to say it. The feeling lasted three minutes. Then he had an overriding thought. "What the hell am I going to do?"By the end of the day he had the beginnings of a plan. His first action was to find out who. He needed to know who she was fucking. Not that he would confront the man, he just needed to know. He spoke to his supervisor and made arrangements to drop his car at a repair shop the next day and use a company car for the three sales calls he needed to make. Brandy wouldn't see his car and he could follow her to see who she was doing.At two the next afternoon his sales calls were done, successfully, and he was parked across the street from Brandy's car. He watched her come out of the building alone and get in her car. He followed. She went to a mall parking structure and drove up to the roof. He parked so he could watch her car and two minutes later a Buick parked next to her car. A man in a gray suit got out of the Buick, took off his suit coat, tossed it back in his car and closed the door. He opened the door of Brandy's car and then he looked around. He must have felt safe and alone because he unbuckled his slacks, unzipped and lowered his slacks and boxers as he sat in Brandy's car.Bob saw her climb into his lap and watched as her car bounced up and down. Fifteen minutes later the door opened and he stood up, facing the car with his slacks and boxers down around his ankles. Bob watched as she sucked him, her head getting all the way to his belly. He was both angry, disappointed and turned on. The sight of her swallowing another man's cock had him as hard as he'd been in months. A minute later the man backed up, pulled his boxers and slacks back up, tucked his shirt in and closed the door to her car.As he opened his car, she backed out and drove away. Bob followed the Buick. It went back to the same insurance company building where Brandy worked. He parked the Buick in a reserved slot and went inside the building. Bob waited a couple minutes and drove past the parking slot. "Reserved: Connor Estridge".Now he knew who. He went back to work. In the ninety minutes left in the work day Bob did some work and discovered that his wife was almost sneaky. She had opened a bank account in her name only, in the same bank where their joint account was held. He found it by reviewing their bank statements on-line. She was almost sneaky. Almost, because he found five checks written on their account to her account. The total, eight thousand dollars. He had the account number and the name on the account. He logged into her account on-line and gave the most obvious password he could think of, her maiden name.He was in. He looked at the list of transactions. They were all deposits. Five from her to her and four from someone named Eric Cameron. Each of those was for a thousand dollars. Nothing from Conner Estridge. He logged out of the account. She not only was fucking around, she was stealing from him. He wondered who Eric Cameron might be.He logged into Google and punched in the name of the insurance company Brandy worked for. Inside the web site he accessed the office in their city and discovered the name of Eric Cameron, Director of West Coast Operations. He also noticed that Connor was listed as a Sales Manager, AZ