I CAN NO LONGER LIE By Larry O
After last night, I know I can no longer lie. I know Beverly really will do it.
Beverly had been sitting on the couch with Ken, her supposedly platonic friend. I was sitting in the easy chair, it leaned back with Crissy, our five month oold ******** had fallen asleep on my chest.
Crissy had started fussing in her crib, I had retrieved her, changed her wet diaper, given her a bottle, and she had then fallen asleep on me as I held her.
I had then also dozed off as Beverly and her friend sat close together on our couch. True, I had actually known down deep inside that there surely must be more to Bev's and Ken's relationship than "just friends." He's been around our place a lot recently, there were all those times she visited him at his place, and there had been those two times she'd supposedly fallen asleep on his couch watching a late movie and not come home until the next morging. Beverly though had insisted it had all been innocent, that nothing untoward had happened, and I actually had not even accused her of anything even though we both knew there was more to that night than just falling asleep watching a movie.
That was not really anything new in our marriage though. If I'd wanted to leave her for adultery, I would have had good cause, and if adultery was a crime that was actually enorced and prosecuted, even the clumsiest of DA's would have had no problem getting a conviction from the circumstantial evidence.
Adultery though is not a crime anyone actually goes to jail for, and I didn't want a divorce. I wanted Beverly as my wife, and I was not about to accuse her of doing anything wrong.
Not only was Beverly cute as a button and had a five fooot four inch hourglass shaped body that could make any man drool.
Not only did she have the looks and body of any man's dream, Beverly was smart, witty, fun to be around, and we got along great. She also was a great housekeeper, was a terrific mother to our 3 kids, and she treated me well.
As far as being a faithful wife though, Beverly was anything but. I say that now like I always knew she cheated on me, and I actually did.
Until last night though, I at least had the option of pretending I thought she was faithful, and I could lie to myself that Beverly had just been an innocent victim of circumstantial evidence,, and that she really was true. To other people and to Beverly herself, I will continue my charade of pretending I really do believe she is not cheating on me, but after last night I can no longer lie to myself.
The make believe world of a loving monogamous couple, "forsaking all others', actually goes back to even before Bev and I were married.
Beverly was one hot chick in highschool, the head cheerleader, homecoming queen, prom queen and one of the most sought after girls in school.
Beverly also had a reputation!! The rumors and stories about her and guys swirled all during our highschool years. She not only supposedly slept with her boyfriend jock, Craig, from her sophomore year on, the many fights and breakups they went through as a couple werer rumored to have been over his catching her one again with another guy. If rumor was true, all of Beverly's dates with guys wound up in the backseat of a car with her getting screwed.
I pined for her hopelessly, being the short, skinny, nerdy guy I was-and actually still am to be honest- and I would fantasize that I was one of those guys out with Beverly sampling her goodies.
It was after I came back t town after graduating from college that I actually had my first date with Beverly. I was in hog heaven to have a date with her, and over the moon when she agreed to go out with me again. We began dating, though Beverly still dated other guys also, and after a couple of months, our dates began including sex.
Less than a month after the first time we had sex, Beverly informed me she was pregnant.
Now Beverly had never admitted to being with anyone but me, and I actually had not asked. I just didn't want to know if she had, know if those rumors were true.
I did not even mention anything about seeing the car of her old jock exboyfriend at her duplex flat at all times of the night and even in the early moring hours when I drove past her place on my way to work.
When Beverly informed me she was preggers, I made the only comment to her that I have ever made regarding her and other guys.
I popped out,"Is it mine?" Bev's answer was a quick. "Of course it is honey. You dont' think I'm some kind of slut do you?" I immediately replied I surely did not, and that I was sorry for even suggesting such a thing. I also asked Beverly to marry me right then. She said yes and we immediately began preparing for our wedding.
Since Beverly was expecting, we obviously were not going to have a long engagement. But even though, she still wanted a church wedding and to be dressed in white, she wanted the wedding to be quick. Seeing she still wanted a traditional wedding, I suggested a time, and Beverly immediately said that would be too long The time I had suggested was six five months hence. Beverly pointed out that she would be ery far along by then, and she would look rather ridiculous coming down the aisle in white with her tummy bulging out.
She pointed out that would be embarrassing to both of us. I agreed. She suggested a date two months from then, and I agreed. I had a couple of friends who were flabbergasted when they learned I was marrying Bevrly. They said they couldn't believe I was marrying a girl who they said had fucked half the guys in our highschool class.
I took up for my bride to be, and told those two I didn't believe the rumors. I told them I did not want to hear either of them ever slander Beverly's reputation again. The wouldn't back off, and in fact, both of them even said they had been with her themselves. One of them, Roger, even said that he had heard that Beverly ws pregnant by her old highschool boyfriend.
That really set me off. I not only angrily denounced what he said, I got so upset that the ensuing argument ended the friendship I'd once had with both of those guys. Even though Beverly had suggested a sooner date for our wedding, she was obviously showing as she walked down the aisle. She was not late in her term, but her white wedding gown had a telltale round bulge in front. I tried not to look at it, but I couldn't help but notice the eyes of the guests at our wedding staring at my bride's tummy sticking out in front as they viewed her from the side when she walked down the aisle. The stickiest spot for me during the wedding was when I saw the preacher's eyes happen to focus on my clearly pregnant bride's belly during the ceremony. I quickly looked away with my eyes lest he see me staring. Less than four months after our wedding Beverly gave birth to a baby boy. I never said a word to anyone, and I even told myself that the baby was just premature. But deep dow inside I really knew the truth. Even though our son was born only 7 months after the first time we had sex, he weighed 8 pound and 7 ounces. I also told myself to ignore the fact that our son had dark brown eyes while Beverly and I had blue eyes.
And to be honest. Our son looked like her old boyfried Ken when he was born, and looks even more like Ken today. I said nothing about either of those points to Beverly, and I also did not make an issue out of it when Beverly said she wanted to name our son, Kenneth.
After we were married and after our son was born, I found that Beverly still seemed to be a magnet for guys, and that she sure didn't mind. Not only did guys buzz around her like bees around a flower, she flirted shamelessly and even seemed to encourage their attentions.
There were nights out-supposedly to shop or go out with a girlfried when she wouldn't get home until the wee hourse of the morging. There were the visits to see her old highschool male friens when she'd come home looking mussed, rumpled, tired, and seemd to have a satisfied look about her of a woman who was freshly fucked.
She's usually jump right in the shower when she came home like that, and when I'd check her panties in the hamper, the crotch would be wet, sticky, and smelled of cunt juice and come.
I also came home from work a few times and saw a guy rapidly exit our house, and would find Beverly naked in our bed. There would be wet sticky spots on the sheets, her pubic hair would be wet and matted, and there would even be a telltale whitish cream coating on her pussy lips along with a trickle of whitish cream oozing from her pussy. I alsotold myself that the wet slickness I felt in her when we made love was her lubricating fluids and that I was not having sloppy seconds with my wife.
Our second son was born 14 months after we had Kenneth, and he at least had blue eyes like Beverly an me. But to be honest, he was the spitting image of David, a guy who I'd found at our house several times when I'd come home. Beverly had also visited David at his apartment regularly. And whe had, she'd hop in the shower when she came home, and her panties really did seem to be soaked with come in the crotch when I'd check them.
The first time I'd seend David was when I came home from work early one day just in time to see him rush out the door. When I mentioned asking who he was, my wife, lying there naked on our bed, wet spots on the sheet, her pubic hair wet and matted, and her crotch coated with white stickiness, Beverly said he was just an old friend who had stopped in to visit for a bit.
I did not challenge her word, just as I did not say onething when Beverly wanted to name our second son, David.
Besides those things there was also the time I saw Beverly get undressed to shower after coming home one evening, and saw her crotch was a mess and that she was not wearing underpanties.
I didn't say anything, and eventold myself that meant nothing. It was more difficult for me to tell myself that she's not cheated on me the next day when I left for work. I put my briefcase in the backseat of the car, and there was a pair of Bev's panties laying on the floorboard of the backseat. Another guy I'd heard rumors about concernig Beverly while we were in highschool, Mike, also seemed to be hanging around our place a lot. When our ******** was born, I tried to tell myself that our ********'s brown eyes and Beverly's choosing to name her Michelle meant nothing.
I really did try to tell myself that all of the above meant nothing. Afterall, I had landed what had been the mos sought after girl in our school as my wife. Our marriage and relationship was very good, and Beverly was a terrific wife and mother. After last night though, I have to be honest with myself. I actually knew it before of course, but I didn't want to admit it. I can no longer deny Beverly cheats on me though. I can't because I saw it happen. I saw i with my own eyes. As I was in that chair, the back reclined, Michelle on my chest, a sound awakened me.
I stirred and my groggy eyes focused on the couch as I turned my head slightly and looked that way. The noise I had heard was from Beverly. It was a moan.
I saw Beverly laying on her side on the edge of the couch. Her back was to me. Her short skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her panties were laying on the floor beside the couch. Her right leg was over Jim's. Jim is a new friend of hers. His left hand was cupping her right hip. He was facing her and hunching back at her slightly, and his hand was helping pull her groin at his as she hunched back at him.
Their heads were at the end of the couch away from me. I was looking at their bodies from the back somewhat and from an angle looking at their feet. I could see up their legs right to their crotches. His bluejeans and underpants were around his calves. I could also see the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life. It wassliding in and out of Beverly's pussy as the hunched. Jim would push up inside her, holding her tight against him. give her 3 or 4 short hunches;then he's pull back amost all the way out;push back up inside her and hunch again.
His dick was not only thick, it was very long. When he'd pull back, I'd see it wet with her juices. I also saw that Jim was not wearing a condom. Sure, there were plenty of reasons to believe Beverly would have sex with a guy and not use rubbers-THREE cute wonderful, living breathing reasons(2 boys and a girl) to believe Beverly would commit adultery without using birth control, but finally seeing it was something else. For the first time ever, I knew with absolute certainty. My wife would not only cheat on me, she'd even risk getting pregnant by another man by having unprotected sex with him.
Even though, I'd had such strong suspicions and almost irrefutable circumstantial evidence of such behavior in the past, chose to ignore it, and jsutlived with it; I still felt jealousy seeing it actually happen. I also though actually did get turned on. I gazed on with half open groggy eyes and began rubbing my own hard on through my trousers and pants.
When Jim finally thrust up inside Beverly gave her a sustained series of short jabbing stokes, I heard her let out a groan of satisfaction, saw her body tremble in climax, and saw him pull her groing tight to his as he moaned and cried out in a hoarse loud whisper,"Coming! Shit, coming! Coming! I'm coming in you, and saw Bevrely gasp in her own climax, I actually came in my pants. I actualy watched Jim wejaculate inside my wife and heard her moan in ecstasy as she was seeded. She does not take the pill, we use condoms for birth control during her fertile time of the month, and we's beeen using condoms for the past few days.
Beverly tells me when it has been 9nine days after her period, and we then use condoms for the next ten days until she is past her peak of fertility. We had been using just that very method when Bevrerly got pregnant with each of our two youngest children. We had not used anything when she' got pregnant when we wwere dating. After last night though, I have to admit the truth about her pregnancy before we were married. Beverly' pregnancy had been caused by someone else. But then again, her other two pregnancies had also. I adit that now! That was very much on my mind as I watched their mutual orgasm last night. I wondered if I was watching my wife's supposed "just a friend impregnate her."
the lay still for a bit when they finished. And when they pulled apart, I sawy his huge slimy dick pull out of her. It was coated wth white slime. I actually saw a trail of sperm ooze out of her pusy. I hung in a syrupy strand and flowed onto the couch. As they disengaged themselves, and got dressed, I feigned sleep. Even though, I then knew the truth for sure, I didn't want to admit it to them.
I was watching with barely open eyes as she saw him out. I watched my wife passionatle kiss her latest friend. As they said their goodbyes, I heard him say he'd be bak the next day. I continued pretending sleep. But I also watched through barely open eyes as Beverly went to the kitchen, and brought back two paper towels. One was damp the other was dry. She then used them to try to clean up the comstain she and her "FRIEND HAD LEFT ON OUR COUCH."
As of his date you can now count me as a wifewatcher. I won't say anything to Beverly or another soul either' but you can now offically count me as a cuckold. I have a wonderful wife. She is beautiful, kind, sweet, and wonderful. But she is definitely an adultress. Not only that, she is a woman who makes me the ultimat kind of cuckold. She willingly risks impregnationg by other me. She has even got herself knocked up doing that and pretended to me that the babies are mine. She goes even farther by naming babies she has by other men after the men who impregnated her.
I definitely believe jim will be around her again. If Beverly is willing to go so far as to cuckold me while I am drowsing in the same room, theres' no telling how far she night go. One thing I do know is that she is definitely willing to try to deceive me into believing a baby she has is mine when she actually conceived it in the throes of passion with another man.
Who knows. I might very well have another story to tell you in the future. I might be sharing something else sometime. I wouldn't be at all surpised also to find that we wind up having a son she wants to name James or a ******** she wants to name Jamie.
After last night, I know I can no longer lie. I know Beverly really will do it.
Beverly had been sitting on the couch with Ken, her supposedly platonic friend. I was sitting in the easy chair, it leaned back with Crissy, our five month oold ******** had fallen asleep on my chest.
Crissy had started fussing in her crib, I had retrieved her, changed her wet diaper, given her a bottle, and she had then fallen asleep on me as I held her.
I had then also dozed off as Beverly and her friend sat close together on our couch. True, I had actually known down deep inside that there surely must be more to Bev's and Ken's relationship than "just friends." He's been around our place a lot recently, there were all those times she visited him at his place, and there had been those two times she'd supposedly fallen asleep on his couch watching a late movie and not come home until the next morging. Beverly though had insisted it had all been innocent, that nothing untoward had happened, and I actually had not even accused her of anything even though we both knew there was more to that night than just falling asleep watching a movie.
That was not really anything new in our marriage though. If I'd wanted to leave her for adultery, I would have had good cause, and if adultery was a crime that was actually enorced and prosecuted, even the clumsiest of DA's would have had no problem getting a conviction from the circumstantial evidence.
Adultery though is not a crime anyone actually goes to jail for, and I didn't want a divorce. I wanted Beverly as my wife, and I was not about to accuse her of doing anything wrong.
Not only was Beverly cute as a button and had a five fooot four inch hourglass shaped body that could make any man drool.
Not only did she have the looks and body of any man's dream, Beverly was smart, witty, fun to be around, and we got along great. She also was a great housekeeper, was a terrific mother to our 3 kids, and she treated me well.
As far as being a faithful wife though, Beverly was anything but. I say that now like I always knew she cheated on me, and I actually did.
Until last night though, I at least had the option of pretending I thought she was faithful, and I could lie to myself that Beverly had just been an innocent victim of circumstantial evidence,, and that she really was true. To other people and to Beverly herself, I will continue my charade of pretending I really do believe she is not cheating on me, but after last night I can no longer lie to myself.
The make believe world of a loving monogamous couple, "forsaking all others', actually goes back to even before Bev and I were married.
Beverly was one hot chick in highschool, the head cheerleader, homecoming queen, prom queen and one of the most sought after girls in school.
Beverly also had a reputation!! The rumors and stories about her and guys swirled all during our highschool years. She not only supposedly slept with her boyfriend jock, Craig, from her sophomore year on, the many fights and breakups they went through as a couple werer rumored to have been over his catching her one again with another guy. If rumor was true, all of Beverly's dates with guys wound up in the backseat of a car with her getting screwed.
I pined for her hopelessly, being the short, skinny, nerdy guy I was-and actually still am to be honest- and I would fantasize that I was one of those guys out with Beverly sampling her goodies.
It was after I came back t town after graduating from college that I actually had my first date with Beverly. I was in hog heaven to have a date with her, and over the moon when she agreed to go out with me again. We began dating, though Beverly still dated other guys also, and after a couple of months, our dates began including sex.
Less than a month after the first time we had sex, Beverly informed me she was pregnant.
Now Beverly had never admitted to being with anyone but me, and I actually had not asked. I just didn't want to know if she had, know if those rumors were true.
I did not even mention anything about seeing the car of her old jock exboyfriend at her duplex flat at all times of the night and even in the early moring hours when I drove past her place on my way to work.
When Beverly informed me she was preggers, I made the only comment to her that I have ever made regarding her and other guys.
I popped out,"Is it mine?" Bev's answer was a quick. "Of course it is honey. You dont' think I'm some kind of slut do you?" I immediately replied I surely did not, and that I was sorry for even suggesting such a thing. I also asked Beverly to marry me right then. She said yes and we immediately began preparing for our wedding.
Since Beverly was expecting, we obviously were not going to have a long engagement. But even though, she still wanted a church wedding and to be dressed in white, she wanted the wedding to be quick. Seeing she still wanted a traditional wedding, I suggested a time, and Beverly immediately said that would be too long The time I had suggested was six five months hence. Beverly pointed out that she would be ery far along by then, and she would look rather ridiculous coming down the aisle in white with her tummy bulging out.
She pointed out that would be embarrassing to both of us. I agreed. She suggested a date two months from then, and I agreed. I had a couple of friends who were flabbergasted when they learned I was marrying Bevrly. They said they couldn't believe I was marrying a girl who they said had fucked half the guys in our highschool class.
I took up for my bride to be, and told those two I didn't believe the rumors. I told them I did not want to hear either of them ever slander Beverly's reputation again. The wouldn't back off, and in fact, both of them even said they had been with her themselves. One of them, Roger, even said that he had heard that Beverly ws pregnant by her old highschool boyfriend.
That really set me off. I not only angrily denounced what he said, I got so upset that the ensuing argument ended the friendship I'd once had with both of those guys. Even though Beverly had suggested a sooner date for our wedding, she was obviously showing as she walked down the aisle. She was not late in her term, but her white wedding gown had a telltale round bulge in front. I tried not to look at it, but I couldn't help but notice the eyes of the guests at our wedding staring at my bride's tummy sticking out in front as they viewed her from the side when she walked down the aisle. The stickiest spot for me during the wedding was when I saw the preacher's eyes happen to focus on my clearly pregnant bride's belly during the ceremony. I quickly looked away with my eyes lest he see me staring. Less than four months after our wedding Beverly gave birth to a baby boy. I never said a word to anyone, and I even told myself that the baby was just premature. But deep dow inside I really knew the truth. Even though our son was born only 7 months after the first time we had sex, he weighed 8 pound and 7 ounces. I also told myself to ignore the fact that our son had dark brown eyes while Beverly and I had blue eyes.
And to be honest. Our son looked like her old boyfried Ken when he was born, and looks even more like Ken today. I said nothing about either of those points to Beverly, and I also did not make an issue out of it when Beverly said she wanted to name our son, Kenneth.
After we were married and after our son was born, I found that Beverly still seemed to be a magnet for guys, and that she sure didn't mind. Not only did guys buzz around her like bees around a flower, she flirted shamelessly and even seemed to encourage their attentions.
There were nights out-supposedly to shop or go out with a girlfried when she wouldn't get home until the wee hourse of the morging. There were the visits to see her old highschool male friens when she'd come home looking mussed, rumpled, tired, and seemd to have a satisfied look about her of a woman who was freshly fucked.
She's usually jump right in the shower when she came home like that, and when I'd check her panties in the hamper, the crotch would be wet, sticky, and smelled of cunt juice and come.
I also came home from work a few times and saw a guy rapidly exit our house, and would find Beverly naked in our bed. There would be wet sticky spots on the sheets, her pubic hair would be wet and matted, and there would even be a telltale whitish cream coating on her pussy lips along with a trickle of whitish cream oozing from her pussy. I alsotold myself that the wet slickness I felt in her when we made love was her lubricating fluids and that I was not having sloppy seconds with my wife.
Our second son was born 14 months after we had Kenneth, and he at least had blue eyes like Beverly an me. But to be honest, he was the spitting image of David, a guy who I'd found at our house several times when I'd come home. Beverly had also visited David at his apartment regularly. And whe had, she'd hop in the shower when she came home, and her panties really did seem to be soaked with come in the crotch when I'd check them.
The first time I'd seend David was when I came home from work early one day just in time to see him rush out the door. When I mentioned asking who he was, my wife, lying there naked on our bed, wet spots on the sheet, her pubic hair wet and matted, and her crotch coated with white stickiness, Beverly said he was just an old friend who had stopped in to visit for a bit.
I did not challenge her word, just as I did not say onething when Beverly wanted to name our second son, David.
Besides those things there was also the time I saw Beverly get undressed to shower after coming home one evening, and saw her crotch was a mess and that she was not wearing underpanties.
I didn't say anything, and eventold myself that meant nothing. It was more difficult for me to tell myself that she's not cheated on me the next day when I left for work. I put my briefcase in the backseat of the car, and there was a pair of Bev's panties laying on the floorboard of the backseat. Another guy I'd heard rumors about concernig Beverly while we were in highschool, Mike, also seemed to be hanging around our place a lot. When our ******** was born, I tried to tell myself that our ********'s brown eyes and Beverly's choosing to name her Michelle meant nothing.
I really did try to tell myself that all of the above meant nothing. Afterall, I had landed what had been the mos sought after girl in our school as my wife. Our marriage and relationship was very good, and Beverly was a terrific wife and mother. After last night though, I have to be honest with myself. I actually knew it before of course, but I didn't want to admit it. I can no longer deny Beverly cheats on me though. I can't because I saw it happen. I saw i with my own eyes. As I was in that chair, the back reclined, Michelle on my chest, a sound awakened me.
I stirred and my groggy eyes focused on the couch as I turned my head slightly and looked that way. The noise I had heard was from Beverly. It was a moan.
I saw Beverly laying on her side on the edge of the couch. Her back was to me. Her short skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her panties were laying on the floor beside the couch. Her right leg was over Jim's. Jim is a new friend of hers. His left hand was cupping her right hip. He was facing her and hunching back at her slightly, and his hand was helping pull her groin at his as she hunched back at him.
Their heads were at the end of the couch away from me. I was looking at their bodies from the back somewhat and from an angle looking at their feet. I could see up their legs right to their crotches. His bluejeans and underpants were around his calves. I could also see the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life. It wassliding in and out of Beverly's pussy as the hunched. Jim would push up inside her, holding her tight against him. give her 3 or 4 short hunches;then he's pull back amost all the way out;push back up inside her and hunch again.
His dick was not only thick, it was very long. When he'd pull back, I'd see it wet with her juices. I also saw that Jim was not wearing a condom. Sure, there were plenty of reasons to believe Beverly would have sex with a guy and not use rubbers-THREE cute wonderful, living breathing reasons(2 boys and a girl) to believe Beverly would commit adultery without using birth control, but finally seeing it was something else. For the first time ever, I knew with absolute certainty. My wife would not only cheat on me, she'd even risk getting pregnant by another man by having unprotected sex with him.
Even though, I'd had such strong suspicions and almost irrefutable circumstantial evidence of such behavior in the past, chose to ignore it, and jsutlived with it; I still felt jealousy seeing it actually happen. I also though actually did get turned on. I gazed on with half open groggy eyes and began rubbing my own hard on through my trousers and pants.
When Jim finally thrust up inside Beverly gave her a sustained series of short jabbing stokes, I heard her let out a groan of satisfaction, saw her body tremble in climax, and saw him pull her groing tight to his as he moaned and cried out in a hoarse loud whisper,"Coming! Shit, coming! Coming! I'm coming in you, and saw Bevrely gasp in her own climax, I actually came in my pants. I actualy watched Jim wejaculate inside my wife and heard her moan in ecstasy as she was seeded. She does not take the pill, we use condoms for birth control during her fertile time of the month, and we's beeen using condoms for the past few days.
Beverly tells me when it has been 9nine days after her period, and we then use condoms for the next ten days until she is past her peak of fertility. We had been using just that very method when Bevrerly got pregnant with each of our two youngest children. We had not used anything when she' got pregnant when we wwere dating. After last night though, I have to admit the truth about her pregnancy before we were married. Beverly' pregnancy had been caused by someone else. But then again, her other two pregnancies had also. I adit that now! That was very much on my mind as I watched their mutual orgasm last night. I wondered if I was watching my wife's supposed "just a friend impregnate her."
the lay still for a bit when they finished. And when they pulled apart, I sawy his huge slimy dick pull out of her. It was coated wth white slime. I actually saw a trail of sperm ooze out of her pusy. I hung in a syrupy strand and flowed onto the couch. As they disengaged themselves, and got dressed, I feigned sleep. Even though, I then knew the truth for sure, I didn't want to admit it to them.
I was watching with barely open eyes as she saw him out. I watched my wife passionatle kiss her latest friend. As they said their goodbyes, I heard him say he'd be bak the next day. I continued pretending sleep. But I also watched through barely open eyes as Beverly went to the kitchen, and brought back two paper towels. One was damp the other was dry. She then used them to try to clean up the comstain she and her "FRIEND HAD LEFT ON OUR COUCH."
As of his date you can now count me as a wifewatcher. I won't say anything to Beverly or another soul either' but you can now offically count me as a cuckold. I have a wonderful wife. She is beautiful, kind, sweet, and wonderful. But she is definitely an adultress. Not only that, she is a woman who makes me the ultimat kind of cuckold. She willingly risks impregnationg by other me. She has even got herself knocked up doing that and pretended to me that the babies are mine. She goes even farther by naming babies she has by other men after the men who impregnated her.
I definitely believe jim will be around her again. If Beverly is willing to go so far as to cuckold me while I am drowsing in the same room, theres' no telling how far she night go. One thing I do know is that she is definitely willing to try to deceive me into believing a baby she has is mine when she actually conceived it in the throes of passion with another man.
Who knows. I might very well have another story to tell you in the future. I might be sharing something else sometime. I wouldn't be at all surpised also to find that we wind up having a son she wants to name James or a ******** she wants to name Jamie.
