A Halloween cheating wife story

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I did notice, though, that she would take off three times a year for two or three days at a time. She told me she would be with her mother, sisters and cousins for a “girl’s time out.” I figured there wasn’t any harm in that — after all, she would be with her mother, so what could possibly happen? Surely she wasn’t cheating on me with her mother there, right?

After the second year, I realized she was gone the same time — at the end of June, the end of October (including Halloween) and the end of February. When I asked her about it, she just shrugged her shoulders and gave a flippant answer. Then when I asked if I could come with her, she gave me a look that could melt the Arctic ice cap.

“No,” she said. “It’s not your time yet.” When I pressed her, she clammed up even more. “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said. “Besides, we’re not married yet.”

So I shut up about it. I did notice, though, that she would take some odd-looking jewelry with her — mostly bracelets and necklaces with strange pendants. I asked her about them, but she dismissed my questions, telling me they were heirlooms.

So she would leave for two or three days and come back ready to screw me into oblivion. I’ll never forget the time she came into the bedroom late at night, jumping on top of me. She had shaved her pussy bare and mashed it against my face, growling at me to eat her to orgasm. Naturally, I did, and it looked to me as though her eyes actually glowed when her orgasm hit.

“Just wait till we’re married,” she whispered. “I’m going to fuck your brains out in ways you can’t even imagine.” Part of me liked the idea, but another part of me was a bit worried.

I once made the mistake of asking her father about these time-outs. He looked at me with fire in his eyes as he spoke.

“I can’t talk about it,” he said.

“So you’ve been with them before?” I asked.

“I said, I can’t talk about it,” he hissed. “You’ll find out when it’s your turn — after you and Marissa are married.” Marissa’s mother caught up to me afterward.

“Don’t ask about things that don’t concern you,” she said. “You will come to know all soon enough.” She smiled as she said it, but her eyes scared the hell out of me.

It was late June, a few days before their next “time out,” when Greg, Marissa’s oldest brother-in-law, came by the house. He looked scared as I ushered him into the house. I wondered why he seemed scared. From what I knew, he had served in combat in the Gulf War and nothing scared him.

“Is Marissa here?” he asked.

“No, she’s doing some shopping for their trip out,” I said.

“Good,” he said. “Listen, you didn’t hear this from me, but if you’re smart, you’d dump Marissa as fast as you can.”

“Why?” I asked. “She’s always been good to me and we love each other.”

“It’s these time outs,” he said. “There’s nothing innocent or good about them. At all. Do yourself a favor and get far away from this entire family as fast as you can.”

“Why?” I asked. “Have you gone with Adeleine?” Adeleine, or “Addy,” as she preferred to be called, was Marissa’s oldest sister.

“Yes,” Greg said. “I can’t tell you what I witnessed, because I was sworn to secrecy and frankly, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Is it really that bad?” I asked. “What, do they all go wild and get naked or something?”

“It’s worse than anything you can imagine,” he said. “Spouses aren’t allowed unless they’re invited or it’s their turn.”

“Their turn?” I asked. “What the hell does that mean?”

“If you marry Marissa, you’ll find out soon enough. I just want you to know, because I’m next,” he said. “And there’s a real possibility I may not come back. At least, not as me.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Are you in danger?”

“I’ve already said too much,” he told me. “I’m just warning you. It’s already too late for me. Cut and run now, while you can.” He looked out the door before speaking. “I have to go, but I just had to let you know. Don’t say anything to anyone, not even Marissa. Got it?” I nodded my head, confused.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Is there anything I can do?” He shook his head.

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