Anatomy of a Betrayal

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Anatomy of a Betrayal

Anatomy of a Betrayal

Rodney Blanton

You think it's never going to happen until it happens to you. Our story was a lot like many others.

We had met in college. Both of us had played the field in high school and our freshman years in college. When we met at a party during our sophomore years, we seemed to both feel an instant connection. From the party we went to a diner and drank coffee until the wee hours of the morning, intoxicated with a healthy dose of infatuation. We left to go home and sleep, making a date for the next night, which was a Saturday. We consummated our infatuation on that first date. We never left her apartment until Sunday afternoon.

We both seemed to know that we had found the one. She was a striking young woman, bubbly personality, but with a keen intelligence behind it. Her dimensions were such that masculine interest became very high when she wore her favorite type of garment, with lots of leg and lots of cleavage. She seemed to always be smiling, emphasizing her turned-up nose, light blue eyes, and luscious lips framed by blonde hair that reached midway down her back.

We had a nice medium-sized wedding just after graduation, having living together for two years, one of them engaged. We worked in our fields for three years and bought a nice starter home in the northern suburbs of Dallas. We decided it was time to start a family. A year later, Rodney, Jr., joined us, followed in short order by Melissa, Irene, and Theodore, whom everyone called Teddy.

After Teddy started pre-K, Deedee went back to work after ten years as a stay-at-home mom. I was making enough money to cover the payments of our new home, but we weren't accumulating college or retirement funds very rapidly. We hired a part-time nanny/maid to cover the time when school let out to when Deedee or I got home. We were good as long as one of us got home by seven.

I was still advancing in my career, having passed the ten-year hurdle when a lot of careers start going the wrong way. I was an Assistant VP and in line to become VP of Finance when my boss retired. I was hoping for an early retirement and my company believed in promoting from within.

Deedee was also doing well, considering her ten-year hiatus from the working world, she was managing the Fort Worth sales office of her international concern. The Fort Worth office territory covered a large part of West Texas, not covered by the El Paso or San Antonio offices. She not only had a longer commute than I did, but also had travel from time to time to romantic hotspots like Wichita Falls and Lubbock. I was usually home before six although occasionally I would work an extra hour and not make it until close to seven.

I had the world by the tail, or so I thought, with four wonderful children and the perfect sexy, intelligent, compassionate wife. We had never had the one year or three year or seven year falloff in physical or personal intimacy. Normally, we would make love once or twice a night on work nights and more on the weekends. Even casual interactions like goodbyes in the morning felt really good as we shared, 'I love you's with each other. I had the advantage over many of my coworkers in that I had a deep and abiding love from my spouse, until it started to fall away.

The first indication that things weren't quite as good as they once were, was when she was talking about her new salesman, Sandy. She seemed quite impressed with his accumulated acumen. He had more than ten years of experience and was only a little younger than Deedee. I should have known something was wrong where she stopped talking about Sandy. I had met him at the office Christmas party and she did spend some time with him, but nothing out of the ordinary, a few dances and some conversation. Her eyes did seem to follow him a lot, but I thought nothing of it.

Deidre Mulholland

There was something about Rod that was different from any other guy I had ever met. I had had an exciting social life in high school and my first year and a bit in college, but I sensed almost from the beginning that that was in the past. His voice just melted me. I knew after spending most of Friday night with him, talking and occasionally touching him, that he was the guy for me. I bedded him on the following Saturday night. I had never cum so much with a guy. He sealed the deal as far as I was concerned and we were already a couple at least in my mind. I moved in with him for our junior year and at the end of the year he proposed and I immediately accepted. I was head over heels in love for the first time in my life. I felt like he was the love of my life, and I hoped we would grow old together.

We really had a blessed life together. After the first few years, I was happy to become a stay-at-home mom and we enjoyed making babies so much that we made four together. I felt like there was Rod and a bunch of also-rans. We even seemed very well matched sexually. He knew how to get me off and it wasn't unusual for me to get off five or six times on a weeknight and more on the weekend. I couldn't imagine being happier.

When Teddy started pre-K I started work again. I guess I made a good impression at my interview because even though I only had less than four years of sales experience, they offered me the manager position for their Fort Worth office. The office had eight salesman, an order clerk, and two receptionist/girl Fridays. I didn't see how my life could get any better. Sales were increasing every year, and I was able to add another salesman.

I felt something for Derrick when I interviewed him, but I still made an objective decision that he was the right man for the almost trackless wastes of West Texas. We flirted occasionally but he wasn't aggressive and I was in love with Rod so nothing much developed. We became almost friends.

Two years later, I hired Alister McCormick for another expansion of my sales staff. It was much the same with Sandy as it was with Derrick. We flirted and occasionally had lunches together, but everything was on the up and up. Like Rod, he had a wonderful voice and he was an excellent salesman. In a few months he became the office leader in sales. He asked for my help with a wary potential client in Midland.

We started off at eight in the morning and reached Midland in time to have lunch with a couple of key client decision-makers. I quickly saw the issue. These guys weren't confident that Sandy understood their business. We spent the next three hours on a tour of their Midland and Odessa facilities. Even though Odessa was in the El Paso office's territory, Midland was the principal office of that company's Permian Basin activities.

Both Sandy and I was able to ask pertinent questions and I sensed that they were becoming much more confident in our understanding of their business. They invited us to dinner at a businessman's club in Midland. It was a pleasant meal complete with mixed drinks, and Sandy and I were able to close the deal between the main course and dessert. Afterward back at the hotel, Sandy and I celebrated back at the hotel with another drink or two, but I pled fatigue after the second drink and went to my room alone, although he did steal a kiss while we waited for the elevator.

On the drive there and on the way back from Midland our conversation became personal and intimate. After eight hours on the interstate and a day and a half of his company I felt like I knew him and we were becoming friends.

I got home a little early and was very glad to see Rod. That night, unusual for us, we performed the rites of marital bliss three times, resulting in my cumming on Rod's rod around ten times.

As the days and weeks went by, I found myself more and more enjoying Sandy's company. To some extent I knew this was taking away from Rod, but I did my best to make it up to him. I couldn't help myself, though, from thinking of Sandy while I was riding my husband's seven inches of feminine bliss.

I knew I was reaching a decision point. With Derrick, I had been infatuated for a while, but after a while it passed. My relationship with Sandy started the same, and I told myself it was just an interlude and it, too, would die a natural death, but it didn't. I knew I had reached a turning point when I was driving home from work and when I thought about Sandy I got wet. True, I fucked Rod's brains out that night, but I was thinking of Sandy while we were fucking. I knew I was kidding myself about Sandy. I wanted more of Sandy.

We reached a crisis when he and I visited a potential client in Abilene. Since it was on the way, near the northwestern part of Loop 820, I picked Sandy up from his apartment around eight and headed for the client's office. After a brief stop for coffee in Weatherford, we arrived at the client's office at ten thirty, just in time for our scheduled meeting. It went very well with Sandy carrying most of the weight of the presentation. We went to lunch and hashed out the final details, stopping back at the client office to have the multi-million dollar agreement notarized. We were on I-20 headed back to Fort Worth by a little after one-thirty and reached Sandy's apartment around four.

Sandy talked me into a drink at his apartment, saying it was too late to go back to work, but not too late to celebrate. In his apartment, I stayed for a second drink. We were both seated on his living are sofa. After the first sip of the new drink, Sandy reached over and kissed me with a not friendly kiss. I wanted more and kissed him back with even more passion. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I wanted him - bad. I had already taken my jacket off when we left the client's office. He began unbuttoning my blouse, gaining him access to the parts of my boobs not covered by my demibra. I cautioned him not to bruise he sensitive kiss. He popped my right breast out of my demi-bra and began sucking on my nipple. I was becoming more and more aroused and wetter and more wetter. He repeated with my right breast. He continued unbuttoning my blouse with one hand while he caressed the breast that I wasn't sucking on, as I rotated my mouth from boob to boob. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and unfasted my strapless demibra, completely exposing my tits to the world, which for me was Sandy.

We continued making out and while he was kissing my lips he unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I raised my butt so that he could slide the skirt down my legs. We had effectively passed the point of no return. He repeated with my half-slip and panties, leaving me in nothing but my pull-ups and high heels. I helped him undress and he suggested we retire to his bedroom. We did. I removed my stockings and shoes before laying down on his bed. I was pleasantly surprised to be shown an almost eight inch cock that was still not completely erect. It was not only longer but also thicker than Rod's equipment.

He start off by crawling onto the bed between my legs. He began licking and sucking my clit and labia. After mounting me, he started sliding into me as I lay supine on the bed. I felt fuller than I had ever been. It was incredible how good simply sliding in and out of my love channel felt. I wrapped my legs around his lower back so I could increase how hard he stoked me. I clasped his muscular shoulders pulling my face closer to him so I could kiss him on his face and lips. He pounded away on me and I felt my arousal rising on each stroke. This was pussy nirvana as my body convulsed in orgasm. I called out, "Oh, God! Sandy! You're incredible! He smirked and said, "There's more where that came from," as he kissed me back, and continued ramming his cock into my love canal. In between kisses, I told him, "Oh, fuck!" "You're too good, Sandy!" He thrust into me over and over and I couldn't resist the inevitability of another body-shaking climax. He continued his stroking and was banging me higher and higher in indescribable bliss and I felt his head pulsing once, twice, and then the delightful stimulation of semen splashing against the walls of my cunt. I grabbed him even harder and joined him in erotic ecstasy. I kissed him hard as we came down from an incredible high.

I wanted to lie there in the afterglow until my stud was ready to go again, but my mind turned to the man and family I had just betrayed. I told him, "Sandy, I've got to go, tonight, but I really want to do this again."

He said, "Why don't we slip away from work a little early tomorrow."

I wanted more of him. Even though I knew it was wrong, I told him, "I'm your girl! Let's do it!"

That was the beginning. We discussed discretion, and so we limited our trysts to a few times a week. When going to the far reaches of our territory, such as Midland or Lubbock, we stayed overnight and fucked the night away. I couldn't get enough of him. The more we were together, the more I wanted.

I felt at least as strongly about Sandy as I had felt about Rod all those years ago when our romance was new. As the weeks became months, I knew I wanted to be with Sandy all the time. I could tell I was sharper with the children and Rod than I ever was before. I was frustrated because all I wanted was Sandy.

Finally, Sandy and I had our talk. We talked about love. Sandy was all for us getting married. I knew I was going to have to have the hardest talk of my life. I still loved Rod; I didn't want to hurt him, but the thrill was gone. I loved Sandy more and seemed to have an unquenchable thirst for his body. Lovemaking with Rod became a chore, not because it wasn't good, but because it wasn't as good as with Sandy.

The Christmas dance was torture. I had to limit my contact with Sandy, because I didn't want Rod thinking something was going on with Sandy and me. I guess it was a way of lying to him. I didn't want to be a cheater but I had little resistance to Sandy except for wanting to keep our relationship secret.

Rod

After the Christmas dance, it seemed like Deedee was getting less loving and more impatient with me. I thought with all the dancing and drinking at the dance, it would be like old times and we would have a good lovemaking session together. It wasn't to be. She was curt with me, wanting to take the first shower and then feigning sleep when I joined her in the marital bed. Saturday morning she ordered me to go pick up the kids because she had things to do. My morning woodie went untreated.

That night after the children went to bed. I sat her down and asked her point blank, "What's going on? You're short with me and the kids, especially me. It's like you're pulling away from me. Have I done something or not done something?"

She replied, "No, Rod, it's not anything you've done or not done. I'm feeling the stress of year-end coming up. I'm probably stressing myself by pushing too hard to be the top region in the country. I'll try to get my head on straight."

I explained, "Deedee, I have loved you fifteen years. I still think you're the most marvelous wife a guy could have. I have to say, though, I feel like you're pulling away. You don't seem the same woman that you were all these years until recently."

She snorted and after a pause said, "I'm sorry, Rod. People change. I'm not the woman you married. I'll try to do better."

We went to a New Year's party at a friend's house. She was withdrawn from me. She was usually the life of the party, dancing and joking with everyone. This year she wasn't. Usually, we brought in the new year once we were home, with an extended session of making out and lovemaking. Not this year. Again, she wanted to go straight to bed. By the time I showered, she was asleep or at least pretending.

The next Wednesday night, after the children were in bed, she asked for us to have a talk. I hoped this would clear things up between us. In a way it did, but not the way I hoped. Her first sentence told me all I needed to know, "Rod, I was sure from the beginning that you were the love of my life. I know this will hurt you, because it hurts me to have to tell you, I didn't really fall out of love with you, I just fell more in love with someone else."

I asked her, "This wouldn't be Sandy, would it?"

She replied, "I don't think this is the time for lies. I still love you, but I love Sandy more."

I responded, "I think you mean that you love Sandy romantically, and you love me as part of your family group but not any more than that."

She said, "Rod, what we had was great. I hope you don't hate me."

I asked, "How long have you been fucking him?"

She answered, "About three months."

I continued, "I guess you'll be spending more time with him now."

She said, "Probably. I'm sure we'll be having some late nights."

I inquired, "As far as we're concerned, I suppose infrequent will become never."

She spoke sadly, "I'm so sorry, Rod. We had some very good years; I'll always have a special spot in my heart for you."

I suggested, "Sort of on the periphery until Sandy pushes me out altogether."

She actually shed a few tears, "I'm so sorry, Rod. I loved you with all my heart until I fell for Sandy. The worst thing about this is that I know I've hurt you in ways that you didn't deserve. If there's anything I can do, please tell me."

I told her, "I think you've done enough for tonight. It'd probably be better if you slept in the guest room since you'll probably be keeping different hours from me."

She had to say one more thing, "Rod, I will want primary custody of the children, but I'll be very liberal in visitation privileges for you."

I explained, "You've broken my heart and now you're going to limit my access to my children. Are you sure you want primary custody. It might interfere with your honeymoon with Sandy."

She thought for a moment, "Rod, you're right. If we can stay amicable, I would consider joint custody. I know you're the aggrieved party and I'm sorry about that."

I advised, "You need to think long and hard about this. It will probably hurt both of us if you ask for more than you want long-term."

She ended the discussion with, "Let me think about it and talk it over with Sandy. I'm assuming you don't want any unnecessary contact with Sandy."

I told her, "I don't hate Sandy, but neither one of you is very high on my favorite persons list."

She tried again to end the discussion, "Let's talk again in a few days."

I said, "I agree."

She started coming home around ten on Sunday thru Thursday nights. On Friday and Saturday nights she would leave after the children were in bed and come home around two or three.

Our second talk was on a Wednesday night. She informed me, My attorney has drawn up the divorce documents. What they say is that we split our financial assets fifty-fifty, excluding our cars and retirement accounts. Do I need to formally have you served or can I just hand them to you at home.

I said, "That's okay; I don't hate you and I won't fight you."

She said, "I also wanted to talk to you about living arrangements. My proposal is that Sandy and I move into the master bedroom and you take the guest bedroom. We would split the house payments but would pay sixty percent of everything else. You and I would continue to own the house fifty-fifty and we would both have access to our children."

I explained, "I want to think about it. Also, I think I should talk to Sandy and get an idea of how it would be to live in the same house with him. The guest room is far enough, I wouldn't have to listen to your nighttime activities."

She replied, "I really feel bad about this. Not bad enough to give up Sandy. Let me give Sandy a heads up and then you can talk to him one-on-one or with me."