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Cheating wife, Wife suspects hubby is hiring whores, Sarah Martin smiled at her husband, Bill. He grinned back at her and she felt the familiar tingle run up her spine. Damn him, he could turn her on even when she had other things on her mind.

“Honey, we need to talk.”

“Can it wait, Dear, I am running late for work. I’ll try and be home early tonight, OK.”

“OK, but we absolutely have to talk tonight. Got it?”

He grinned and wiggled his tongue at her. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew what he was thinking. She thought about his love making and felt her panties grow moist; she shook herself. What could she do with him? She loved him with all her heart but this was driving her crazy.

This latest Credit Card bill was in the morning mail. This time it was worse than ever. She had totaled it up. In the last six months he had charged over $13,000.00 to a site listed only with a phone number.

OH! He had been paying the bill all right. But where was he getting the money. It appeared to have started about six months ago. He had even withdrawn money from their savings to pay the bill one month. He had replaced the money a few days later. This was crazy.

Tears ran from her eyes, he had to be cheating on her. Look at me she thought. He is a real sexy hunk, that smile would get him between any girl’s sheets. Yeah! Look at me, 8 and a half months pregnant, huge belly, swollen tits that are leaking milk. Hardly able to get up from a chair, then waddling along. Hell, I don’t even like to get in bed with myself. I can’t blame him. God bless him, he says I am more beautiful than ever. The dear boy says I glow. Damn right I glow, I am so damned uncomfortable, what else can I do.

She turned to her computer and put the cursor on the logo for the new program a friend had loaned her. She could use it for just two days, then she had to uninstall it and return the disc. She scanned the screen. Yes! There was what she was looking for. She entered the numbers off the credit card bill. There it was. She put her face in her hands and sobbed. It was true. He was cheating on her.

Even worse, he was paying for sex. He was using whores, escorts. The phone number was for Joy’s Escorts. Oh God! She clicked the exit and then hit start and found the program logo and found the uninstall program and started it. She didn’t need it any more.

What was she going to do? She knew she would always love him, but this was too much. He had told her numerous times how he hated a cheater. He had said that there was no possible excuse of that kind of behavior. Now here he was cheating on her. Right when she needed him the most. The baby was due in two weeks; she wouldn’t be able to do it with out him. Maybe she should just keep her mouth shut until the baby arrived.

Could she live with him knowing he was a liar and a cheat? It was going to be hard. He had been so damned good eight or nine months ago when her mother had died. He had been a real rock. He had comforted her and had made all the arrangements for her father. No one could have done more. It just wasn’t like him to cheat. She just couldn’t understand it.

It wasn’t like she never gave him sex anymore. She had wanted sex more during the last six months than she ever had in her life. Horny, she was horny all the time. Bill was afraid to do vaginal sex now so they had had long sessions of oral sex. He loved nursing at her breasts. It felt very good to her too. She really enjoyed giving him a blowjob. She adored his cock and loved touching it in any way. She especially loved it in her mouth. She loved everything they had been doing.

In turn, he seemed to love to suck and slurp around in her pussy. He would lick and suck on he clit for hours, bringing her off lots of times. She had believed he was totally satisfied with their sex lives. Now she wondered. When was Bill able to find the time to have other sex? Hey! He didn’t have time to woo a girl, wine her and dine her. That explained the use of escorts. Probably a half an hour to an hour was all he would need. A quick stop on the way home from work would be all he would need. Once or twice a week, at three hundred something a pop would add up in a hurry ever after the split with the agency.

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