Cheating is Hard

This story is a conversation between Kamsey and Gail about how difficult it is to hide their cheating from their spouses, all the efforts that go into hiding their cheating and cucking of their husbands. They share strategies and disciplines and name everything they're doing and how they do it, and how close they got to getting caught when they weren't careful.

Do they ever mess up and are caught? Join me and find out. Remember, this is fiction so suspend reality a little and have some fun. There's some graphic sex, in this story, so skip it if you don't read for stroke material.

As always, and gratefully, thanks to BentNotBroken and my mystery Anonymous editor as well who have made this story so much better.

The story is complete. It will be offered a chapter at a time until all 9 chapters are published. If you prefer you could wait to read the complete story.

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Chapter One -- The Friends

"Hey Gail!, Ugh, sorry I'm late, I had a hard time finding this place" said Kamsey, frazzled by the long drive to the out of the way diner.

"S'alright Kamsey. It's what we do, right?!" Gail responded with a wide smile and a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, it's what we do that's for sure. God, I didn't know cheating would be so hard," she said with a wink and a smile.

"Phew, for sure, for sure." Gail slouched back in the booth with a deep sigh. "I almost slipped up this morning with Gordon, but I recovered quickly. The longer this goes on the more there is to keep track of. My anxiety is growing Kam, I'm thinking all the time of what I need to cover so I don't get caught."

Kamsey took a look at the menu for a moment then looked up at her close friend who shared her dorm room in college a few years ago. "And that's why we meet weekly, to help each other keep our senses and habits sharp 'cause we sure DON'T wanna get caught," she said with emphasis. "So, what happened this morning?"

"Well, you know how I had to "work" late last night so I could meet up with Marcus? I've changed the name for his number in my phone to "Marcie," and the idiot called me this morning while I was making breakfast!"

"NO WAY he did that Gail! That fuck-tard! You've got to dump him. He's a great fuck but stupid as a bag of rocks!"

"I know, I know, but you know how good his cock is, after all, I remember how loud you got when we had that wicked threesome with him."

Kamsey smiled at the memory. "Just thinking about that weekend gets me hot. I even use the memory when I'm with Kurt. My poor husband thinks it's him getting me all wet and wild."

"And we've talked about that, Kamsey, I think our sex lives with our husbands are a lot better over the last year since we started working together on not getting caught cheating."

"Absolutely! We've got the best of both worlds: A loving husband and provider and a "hot side gig" to add real spice to our lives." Both women giggled at the term "side gig."

"But Gail, even though Marcus called you this morning, why was that a problem? I mean, he called your burner phone didn't he? Aren't you keeping that in your desk at work?"

"Yeah I am, but he got my personal phone number. Hey, before you jump all over me, I know I messed up. When I was in a randy mood a few weeks ago I texted him from my personal number."

"What the fuck Gail! You could blow everything! You know we don't use our personal phones for anything with our affair partners! Get your head out of your ass girlfriend, we've got to be disciplined in this. It's worked so well over the past year, don't mess this up!"

"Gee, thanks for the ass ripping Kamsey. It turned out ok. My phone was on the kitchen table where Gordon was sitting. All he said is "Marcie is calling" and I told him to let it go to voicemail and I'd get it later. And besides, I'm the one that taught you about phone security, remember? So get off my case."

Kamsey pulled out her personal cell phone and flipped through her apps. "You're smarter than me in all the phone details and yes, I appreciate it. I guess that's why I was surprised you slipped up on the text, much less leaving your phone out."

"But Kamsey, that's exactly why I leave my phone out. Remember how our husbands got suspicious when we would be texting and smiling and had the phone screen turned to the side so they couldn't see it? Shit, that raised a lot of suspicions back then."

"Fuck yeah, God, I remember how I realized Kurt had gone through my phone one night when in the morning it wasn't in the same place on my nightstand. I had thought about sleeping with it under my pillow, but that'd be a dead giveaway."

"For real! And fortunately you didn't have those other messaging apps on your phone then. Imagine if he did a search of your iPhone account for downloads, or looked up your hidden pictures. You'd be divorced and broke by now."

"I know. Yeesh, I still shudder at what he'd do if he ever found out how many guys I've hooked up with over all these months. You were really smart to set up those other phones on a separate account and separate email addresses for the electronic billings."

"Right, so Kamsey, that's why they can never find those second phones. They have all the messaging apps on them and the pics and videos. I've been thinking it would be a good idea to upload those to a separate cloud account, maybe Google Drive, just in case, you know? I think I could come up with an excuse for the second phone but not if he saw all those videos of me getting fucked airtight."

"That's a good idea. How about we do that today. And how about we brainstorm a reasonable excuse for why we need a second phone?"

"OK, what do you suggest?"

"How about saying it's a work phone?"

"Nah, Gordon knows I use my personal phone for work. How about saying it's an older phone I just use for the GPS apps while I'm driving so I have my personal phone handy?"

"Hmm. That's a good one. I better make sure I download Waze on it and plot a few routes so it looks true."

"Good idea. I'll do that too. Let's do it now."

The two blondes sat at the diner table and downloaded the app and plotted a number of driving location addresses so they'd show up in the address history.

"Gail, I think there's still a problem with our second phones. I mean, these are the phones we have the messaging apps and our chat conversations with our lovers. So even if we give the excuse that the phone is for GPS routes, our guys can still see the other apps!"

"Then, why don't we hide the app icons from the screen and use the search to pull them up?"

"Great idea! And why don't we put a bunch of photos in the photo directory, you know, photos of our spouse, selfies of me and my spouse on the beach, maybe some family and pet pictures, a few pics of meals? Then if they looked it would be all lovey-dovey normal!"

"Gosh that's a great suggestion. Let's even make our Home Screens background pics of our husbands. That would really throw them off."

The girls chuckled a little at their devious solution to a potential problem. Over the past year they had begun meeting weekly for a debrief and a strategy session, reviewing in detail their last week's affair sessions with their affair partners, where they might have messed up and left clues or suspicions for their husbands, and strategized how to prevent future errors.

Kamsey started a small laugh under her breath, "You know, with all that we've put together we could start a subscription newsletter for cheating spouses on how not to get caught."

Gail laughed out loud, "HA! We could call it "Sexiquette of Keeping a Side Gig" We could release a tip each week, after all, we have almost a year's worth of ideas.

"So I have a question for you. Do you delete the browsing history on your tablet, home computer, and phone?"

"No, because there's nothing there that's gonna catch me and I only open my other email account at work or on my burner phone. Why do you ask?"

Gail continued, "Just wondering. I've pretty much been doing almost the same but sometimes when I think he's not looking while we're watching a TV show, I sometimes login and check email or browse but I have to remember to delete all that history."

"Oh, my God, Gail! I can't believe you're doing that... that's so risky!

"I guess it's just because it becomes so burdensome to watch every move I make to be sure that we don't get caught. I mean, sometimes I think we're overdoing the security a little bit too much don't you think?"

"Yeah, I get tired of it too, but just think of all the times that we've come close to slipping up. For example, do you remember when we changed our lock codes on our phone and our husbands wondered why? Looking back, that was a pretty stupid thing to do. After all, why would I need to hide anything from my husband if there wasn't a problem?"

"Yeah, that was pretty dumb," Gail admitted. "Looking back on it, all it does is raise suspicion when there's so many other ways to hide that same information."

Nodding her head vigorously in agreement, Kamsey said "And that's why we never check email or browse or text using anything other than the burner phone or our computer at work! Get that in your head babe otherwise just think how bad the results might be!

"Just remember the way we store numbers that were sent to somebody else and delete messages. There's no dodgy search history, we've got the whole phone situation covered, but we gotta stick with the plan with discipline," added Kamsey with emphasis. She was worried Gail was letting her pussy override her protections.

"By the way Gail, you're not using your real name when you're with Marcus or any other men, are you?"

"Of course not. We went over that a few weeks ago, remember? I go by 'Vivian' when I'm with my affair partners. How about you?"

"Oh hell no!," replied Kamsey emphatically. "I go by 'Hannah.'"

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The following week the girls decided to meet at the Student Union on the campus of the private university about 40 miles from home. The multi-story building had many seating areas, a Starbucks and a Sweetwaters Café in the atrium, even private study rooms. Gail had her grande quad, non-fat, one pump, no whip mocha while Kamsey got her usual Iced half-caff, Risstretto, Venti, 4 pumps, sugar-free, cinnamon, Dolce soy skinny latte.

Kamsey plopped down on a couch, took a deep breath and sighed, "Well I think I've got a problem we need to discuss. I came home the other night and when I hugged and kissed Kurt, I think he might have got a whiff of my AP's cologne. I'm not sure but I think it's possible."

"Wait a minute, didn't you take a shower before you came home?" asked Gail.

"No, we made out at the bar and then in the car started fucking and when I was fucking him, my neck was against his neck in the passenger seat. I think that's when it got rubbed on me. That's why I need a solution in case that happens next time."

"Well, did Kurt say anything about it?"

"Yes, he said "what's that smell?" and I gave the excuse that the product team met after work for drinks and six of us were stuffed into a booth and I was in the middle squeezed in between two of the team members and that's probably what he smelled

"I also told him how uncomfortable I was in that situation and excused myself to go to the restroom so that when I came back, hopefully they would have scooted over so I could sit on the end. But they didn't and I ended up in the middle again."

"Did he buy that story?" questioned Gail, turning her head to the side in interest.

"Yes, he did but he said I have to be more assertive with my coworkers because it's too easy for women to be taken advantage of in the workplace. So, I got away with it this time."

Gail suggested "What do you think about keeping some baby wipes in our purse or in a car or maybe in both places just to clean off any skin to skin contact that might leave a cologne smell?"

"That might work, but you know it can get on the clothes as well."

"Well," Gail pondered, "I've got a solution for the whole clothes smell situation and I came up with it because I almost got caught by Gordon when I came home with my clothes wrinkled, and I admit not exactly tucked in the way they should've been."

Alarmed, Kamsey blurted "God, what did he say!?"

"He didn't really say anything, but he did look at me, sort of funny. I acted really tired and stressed as if it had been a really long day and sat down with my head in my hands like all I wanted to do was have peace and quiet. He pretty much left me alone once I gave him that brief explanation."

Gail continued, "So what I'm thinking is this. We get two more sets of clothes together and put one set under that lid in the trunk and another set at work. Then if we're going to go and meet up for a fuck, then we change our clothes and get fucked, clean up and then change back into our other clothes that we left the house with. That way they would look like they had just been worn throughout the day, and because we have to get dressed again we make sure that everything is tucked in properly."

Smiling, Kamsey remarked, "That will work! Both our Beemers have those stash compartments under the floor in the center of the trunk. God, it's just another detail to have to keep track of when half the excitement is the spontaneity of meeting up with a guy, flirting with him and taking him somewhere for a fuck!"

"I agree," Gail nodded. "I mean, I love my husband dearly and I love making love with him but the excitement of an affair partner, God damn! We have a good fucking and a strangeness of some unknown guy and some different dick that I'm not used to - it really is a turn on. I just can't give it up so I have to be careful here and so do you."

"If one of us slips up, it could be trouble. We been on double date nights with our spouses so they know each other. If one of them asks us what's going on, well, we can lie. But we might not have time to coordinate our stories in case one of our husbands calls the other to verify the story. So we have to be careful!

"Agreed. Agreed." noted Kamsey. "I guess we're just bitching to each other about all the work that goes into cheating. You know I use the word cheating now so casually with you because it doesn't have any bad meaning to me anymore."

Dreamily Gail took a sip of her coffee before replying "I know what you mean because I feel like nobody's getting hurt. My husband's getting great sex from me. I'm getting even more great sex and no one is the wiser."

Kamsey, after briefly considering Gail's point thoughtfully added "Yeah, and you know what? The care that we're putting into hiding all of our trysts so our husbands' little egos don't get bruised really shows how much we love and respect our husbands!"

The girls felt comfortable that they were on the same mental track. Gail agreed: "So true! In a way it's sad that we can't tell them all the work we put into keeping this from them because we love them so much. In a way it's a fucked-up situation but then we're getting fucked up on a regular basis at home and away!"

The girls laughed and laughed at over the irony of their situations and walked back to Starbucks to order up refills.

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"Kamsey, why are we cheating on our husbands?"

"Huh? What brought that on Gail? Are you starting to feel guilty?"

The two friends had decided to meet up for their weekly debrief in the food court at the museum. Other than at lunch time, the seating area is was usually quiet.

"Nooo,... not guilty! I mean, if Gordon ever finds out I'm sure the guilt will hit me hard. But I was just thinking how different my situation is from other women I hear talking about their lives. It's not like intimacy with Gordon is hidden under household chores, children, or finances. In fact, we have great sex and I even think my side-gigs actually add to having great sex with Gordon. But your question about feeling guilty forces me to ask myself 'is something missing with me? Is there something I am sub-consciencely trying to fix? Am I secretly dissatisfied with Gordon, and is that why I keep choosing to have brief sexual encounters or even little affairs?'

Kamsey looked up at the art deco ceiling of the cafe and thought about Gail's question. Those were serious thoughts from her less-than-serious friend 'Why am I cheating on Kurt?' she wondered. 'Is it the same reason? Is something wrong with me?'

Smiling at her friend, Kamsey said, "Fuck you girlfriend! Why do you have to go and get so serious now?"

They lightly laughed, then looked down at the table, their smiles fading into something serious, perhaps even a thoughtful grimace. For a short time, each seemed to be contemplating her own situation.

'Between Kurt and I we've had our issues but they're no different than any other marriage. And we get through them just fine with no lasting damage. The sex is great too, and we don't have kids either, at least not yet. I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue fucking around when we do have kids, but for now trying to keep a family together isn't really an issue.'

"But Gail, maybe you're asking that question because we know we have good men and they deserve our respect and honesty and -- "

Gail interrupted, "but we do show respect to our husbands. And further, they haven't suspected a thing for over a year now, Kam!"

"I know, I get it Gail. But maybe you and I might feel a little down, or feel the weight of what we're doing when we talk about this because we know we're not truly showing them either of those things right now. Could we be causing unknown harm? Are we ignoring that by believing our affairs are completely isolated from our marriages?

"Yeah, that's a good way of expressing how I feel too, Kam. Maybe it's our brain's way of surviving the mental conflict of engaging in something I know is wrong - after all, if it wasn't wrong, we wouldn't work so hard to hide it - but instead we're compartmentalizing the relationships, the one with my husband from my affair relationships so I can keep cheating."

"Hmm" hummed Kamsey. She stood up and walked over to the balcony railing of the cafe that looked over the main hall lined with the Diego Rivera fresco wall art. She turned to look at her close friend. This week's meet-up was different from past weeks of laughter, the recounting of the week's sexcapades, and review of potential landmines to avoid getting caught.

She walked over to her friend and knelt down at her feet and looked up at Gail. "Gail, maybe we compartmentalize because we have an addiction? Could that be it? I mean, suppose someone told you to stop. Would you?"

Gail's eyes widened, imagining such a conversation. "Oh Kam, I don't think I would!"

"So then what does that mean? Do we have such strong addictions, that they are blocking us from rational thinking, even from being able to see if what we are doing is moral or immoral?

"I don't think so, Kam. I mean, every week we have rational thoughts on how to avoid getting caught. I mean, cheating is hard. And this conversation is hard but rational."

"This conversation is rational, true, but if someone told us to stop, would that be a rational conversation or would we be so intoxicated with the feelings we have with our APs that we don't want to give it up? I mean right now as we talk about it I want to give it up but I don't want to give it up. I'm thinking I can give it up and then I think I can't. That's not rational."

"I can see your point. I think you may be right. If it's an addiction, would that mean we're harming ourselves Kam, while betraying our loved ones?"

The questions lingered as the friends sat quietly for a few moments, each in her own thoughts.

Finally, Kamsey hesitantly murmured "You know, I think I'm going to go home and make sweet love to my Kurt. He deserves all of me, and I want to give him all of me tonight."