I remember a time when the thought of cheating on my husband was not only unthinkable but laughable.
That thick, lovely cock & kinky mind had always been more than enough to satisfy any craving I had. But, there's always that but isn't there?, the last few months our sex life had gone to hell. We went from kink, creative, fun, etc... to damned boring! It was like he forgot how to wind me up & make my legs quake at the thought of fucking him. Sex had become no more than getting him off. His dick gets sucked, he turns me around, grabs a tit & fucks me. Oh, the occasional 'get on top and get yourself off dear' offer was so tempting (Note the sarcasm dripping off that. Granted, I still took him up on the offers, but it tended to take longer than it should have to get off.). Hell I could have been a blow up doll for all the attention he paid to any needs I might have.
Then the blow out of our life happened. All it took was a neighbour to hear us having our first honest to goodness screaming match & in went that call to the cops. With all the severe cases of domestic violence in our community lately (Not to mention the bad press the cops were getting about handling it.), the police tend to arrest fast & let the rest get sorted out later by the D.A.'s. You can see where that evening headed, me crying alone & my husband cooling his heels in jail.
Just when I thought life couldn't get any worse, it got downright outrageously funny. I do have a twisted and sick sense of humor but even this surprised me. The officer that had arrested my husband was flirting with me & had given me his cell phone number. At the time, I didn't know it was his private number but I should have guessed. Any cop that lets you know he thinks you have porno lips has most likely been having a few carnal thoughts about you pinging through his grey matter. Did I mention this one is married & his wife is about to give birth to their second child? Screw icing on the cake, I was onto candles, sparklers, sprinkles and candy bars topping mine!
A couple days go by & I call the station to find out how to get the report about the case. They handily supplied me with a wrong number to call. Of course. Fate has a little giggle at my expense & I remember the other number the officer had given me. I finally dig it out & give him a call. No answer so I leave a message. A couple hours later I get a call back. It's not hard to tell he's very happy to have heard from me. We talk about the paperwork I'd like, a bit about the case (which I tell him I think is ridiculous, but anyways...), & a little more chit chat. He says he'll do what he can to help & will get back to me soon. 30 minutes later the phone rings again. Johnny Law calling! Has some lame excuse about something he might have forgot to tell me, & promptly forgets to tell me what it was anyhow. Just a brief call. Enough of one to know the man is likely hooked.
It was the third call that night clinched it though. Even if I had been unsure after phone call number one or two, this one would have assuaged any lingering doubts I had. He managed a lame excuse about returning my call & OOPS! he must have forgot to erase my original message.
I'll inject a few tidbits about myself at this time. I've been told I'm cute even if I am chubby. I get hit on enough that I know chubby doesn't bother all men, that's for damned sure. I've got light auburn hair, pale green eyes, great gams & killer lips. On top of that I have a nicely curvy, lush body that's topped off with a 38G (FF for you lovely Europeans) rack. I'm also fairly short at 5'4". It's a package that fat or thinner gets more than enough attention from both sexes.
Now back to our tale of Deputy Dawg. The next night I get another phone call. This time there's no pretense that it's about the case. He called to talk to me. He flirted, I flirted back. Hell, it had been awhile & I was having fun. Then I asked him straight out what was really up. It always makes me laugh at how a straight up question usually gets you a onslaught of honest gut spilling. He told me about his fantasies & what he wanted to do to me. While being on the tame side, they did sound deliciously fun!
The audible groan when I told him that the bra I was wearing was way better than the one he had seen when he was here for the case, was worth the tease. All this serious flirting, while stroking my bruised ego & self image, was fun but a big no no when you're in the middle of feeling like shit about your life & marriage.
