Cheating is Hard

This is part 2 of a 9 part series about two married women who regularly meet to strategize how to keep their flings and affairs secret from their husbands. Chapter 1 went over a few of these and if you read Chapter 1 first the story might flow better for you. Again, thanks to my Anonymous editor!

The next week's secret meet-up was in the food court at the outlet mall on the outskirts of the city where they sat in a corner away from the other tables.

"Well Kam, last we talked, you were going to make, what was it you said? "Sweet love to my Kurt." Aww, that sounded so loving!" Gail said with fake sorrowful eyes and a puckered mouth, which turned into a naughty smile.

Catching the teasing sarcasm of her best friend, Kamsey leaned forward with a self-satisfied smile, "Yeah, I poured sweet liquid sugar all over him that night while he gave me several protein shakes!"

"Oh Kam, you're were a naughty girl!"

"I was, and that's why it was so good!" acknowledged Kamsey. The best friends snickered at their not-so-subtle word choices.

"Well, back to our planning session. Gail, I've come up with another idea of how to keep the cologne smell off our body and especially on our clothes!"

"What's the idea Kam?"

"Febreeze!"

"Febreeze? That odor masking spray?"

"Yes! Of course! I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. It basically masks the scents long enough until we can get the clothes off and into the washer. I picked up some bottles, one for our cars and one for at home we should keep in our laundry area. You know, just in case. Just for some extra insurance."

"Good idea Kamsey. After all, some of these hook-ups are spontaneous and I'm not sure I'd have time to do the clothes-changing that we planned for last week."

"Yeah, but Gail, don't use this as a shortcut. Do the clothes change thing and try to avoid those spontaneous fucks. If you slip up and Gordon finds out you know he'll be suspicious of all the time you and I spend together, he might even call Kurt. I'd die if that happened!"

"Me too. So here's a question for you, Kamsey. How do you avoid that 'fresh-fucked' look when you come home? Maybe Kurt doesn't smell sex on you or some men's cologne. Maybe we've changed clothes to our fuck clothes then back to work clothes so they look normal. But you know what it feels like to be freshly fucked, the multiple orgasms, the euphoric feeling."

"That's a really good question. After all, we are cleaning our pussies before coming home, right? But the feeling, I know I just don't want that euphoria to go away. I want to bathe in it!"

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah. It's sooo guuuddd!" moaned Gail. The girls laughed like schoolgirls!

"I don't really have an answer for that Gail. I mean, I guess I've just come home like I'm coming home from work. Frequently I get home before Kurt so I have time to change, start dinner, do some cleaning, those tasks help dull the glow a little."

"Good ideas there Kam. But what if Kurt is already home and you've got that glow? What then?"

"Well, I do remember once what I did. It was inadvertent, I didn't plan this, it just happened. Remember that sales clerk at the boutique, you know, that cute college guy working weekends?"

Gail sat up and leaned forward, and in a low whisper said, "No way Kam! You got him? You nailed him? You did it? He's so hot! Where? How? Tell me everything!"

With a satisfied smirk Kamsey began to relate what happened: "Well it was close to closing time, and the mall was emptying out and I was the only one in the boutique. I was looking at lingerie and flirting with the college boy, asking his opinion as I held up different outfits against my body. I could tell, you know, that it was getting to him.

"Can you show me to the changing room? He pointed where it was but I took his hand and walked him over there and asked him if he could hand me these outfits to try on. So he stood outside the door as I entered, but I turned around and looked at him coyly and said, 'no, silly, in here!' and pulled him in!"

"No way Kam! That's so hot!"

"I know! I thought he might have creamed his pants! His face was shocked, his pants were tented! I pulled him to me and planted a hot wet tongue-lashing kiss on him, then grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and told him, 'don't you think you should first lock up out front?' He ran out and was back in a New York minute!"

The girls peeled in laughter at the college boy's enthusiasm.

"Come on, keep going Kam! What was next?"

"Well you can imagine how I basically did a strip tease for him. I had him help me put on the lacy see-through panties and teddy. He even adjusted my boobs in it! Fuck, my nips got so hard when he did that, I pulled his face into them and commanded him to lick them.

"By that point it was on. I fumbled with his pants and got them down, then went down on him. By his reaction I think it was his first blowjob, and he surprised me when he came fast, but I was just able to swallow it all, but these young guys Gail, they stay hard!"

Gail was giggling. "Doesn't sound like he was a one-shot wonder!"

"Oh gawd Gail, not at all. And I couldn't let that stiffy go to waste. I pushed him onto the bench in the changing room and mounted him. I was like an Amazon, just pulling and pushing him and commanding him and he just did what I wanted, how I wanted, and when I wanted. I made it all about me, and fuck him, because frankly, he was getting the fucking of his life!"

"How many orgasms?"

"Two more times then. I rode him hard and was grinding my clit against his pubes and I had a massive orgasm and just kept riding him until I came down, then as I was coming down from it he exploded in me. I was the one riding him, but he jerked his hips up as he came, pushing him even deeper in me which set me off again. Fuck, I'm getting wet just talking about it.

"I hit the jackpot though, not just with the orgasms, but with the college boy. He didn't lose his desire to keep going. Frankly, I was shocked for a moment but took advantage of his youth. I even had a fleeting thought of 'is this kid legal?' That kid had stamina, and he just kept going, so I got up and stood against the wall and arched my back, sticking my ass out.

"Now this kid was still sitting on the bench Gail! His eyes were wide open, like he was in a horror movie or something! I had to tell him to get up and fuck me doggy style. In a flash he was up and in me and pounding away. Oh, he was deep and it was a different angle from when I was riding him and I came hard again. It was one of those orgasms where your eyes are open but you're not really seeing anything, you know what I mean?"

Gail nodded her head as she was biting the nail on her forefinger, her imagination running wild.

"So when it was all done, I went to the bathroom in the mall and tried to clean up before going home but Kurt was already home. I don't even remember driving home because, oohh the orgasms! Oh Gail, it was all that was on my mind!"

"What happened when you walked in and saw Kurt?"

"He was sitting with a scotch looking through his phone when I walked in. At that moment I saw him as he looked up and saw me and that's when I realized he must have seen the glow, the sex look. Inside I briefly panicked, but then I just reacted and walked over to him and knelt down and undid his belt and pulled down his pants, fished out his cock and devoured it."

"That's it? That's all you had to do?"

"No, no. As I was sucking and licking it gave me time to think of what to say to him. Gotta tell ya', it was hard to come up with something reasonable to explain my horniness and aggression and hope it explained my glow when I walked in."

"So come on, let's hear it. You're frustrating me. What did you come up with?"

"As I had his dick in my mouth I looked up at him with those eyes, you know, those sensual but teasing eyes, and I pulled him out and told him "I did something naughty at work this afternoon" and then went back to sucking and licking and fondling his balls. I had to get him thinking."

"Well," he groaned "what did you do babe?" I smiled and looked up again and said "remember those hidden pics on my phone of you in bed, those dick pics I took of your hard on? I was in the women's bathroom in a stall looking at them. And, I jilled off to them! And when I was about to cum someone else came into the bathroom! But I just kept going trying to be silent. It was so hot. And I just had to race home and get the real thing!"

"Did he buy that Kam??" queried Gail.

"What do you think Gail! I had his dick in my mouth, rock hard, his balls and taint were getting massaged, and I just told him a naughty story of what I did in a public bathroom because of his dick! No man can resist a blowjob combined with a good story. In moments I felt his balls contract, so I deep-throated him just as he erupted down my throat. Then, to really blow his mind, I continued to lick his glans since I knew it would be super sensitive. God, I drove him insane!"

"Wow," muttered Gail. "I mean, what a save. That could have been disastrous. But it doesn't really answer the question on how to avoid that just fucked look when you walk through the door. You can't just drop to your knees every time."

"I know. You're right. I guess the only thing is to watch the timing. Maybe that's another discipline we need to put in place, another cheating rule: Don't fuck close to the time we'll see our husbands. And that means, Gail, no more of your spontaneous hook-ups!"

Gail laughed.

* * * *

Gail hopped into her BMW after leaving the nail salon for her weekly appointment, leaned over and unlocked the glove compartment to check her burner phone. There was a text from Kamsey: "Urgent! Meet me at the juice bar at the gym. Pronto!"

Her heart pounded, usually urgent messages were rare and only indicated danger - danger being that their spouses might be aware of the affairs.

Walking quickly over to the cafe in the gym, she found Kamsey at a table tucked away in the corner with a coconut water, her fingers nervously tapping the table. Tossing her purse on the chair she said, "is this urgent enough that I can't get a smoothie?"

Rolling her eyes, Kamsey said with frustration, "go ahead you vixen." Gail smiled, knowing that whatever the issue was it could wait a few more minutes. She came back with a peanut butter banana smoothie.

"What the hell are you doing with a pre-workout smoothie Gail? You're gonna workout just after getting your $200 nails done?"

Laughing at the sarcasm, Gail responded, "nah, but it just might help pick up the trainer. Maybe I'll help him with his equipment!"

"Yeah, yeah, just another dick in the crowd to chase, right Gail? Anyways, I really need to talk about the dicks you're following on Instagram. Are you serious girl?"

"Whadya' mean? What are you talking about? I don't have any dick pics on my Insta!?"

"Oh yeah? I've fucked a lot of the same guys you have, but I don't follow them on social media, especially on your public account which you have on your regular phone!"

"No harm in that Kamsey. Everyone follows plenty of people on Instagram. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that we don't need any trace of anyone we've fucked or tried to fuck. Shit Gail, why would you want Gordon to see any of these guys or even be tempted to ask you a question? Who knows when he might catch you off guard and you screw up an answer? Or he sees you freeze for a moment or your face shows a little shock or you blush briefly?"

"Oh come on Kam. Gordon doesn't go through my phone. And how did you even know who I followed? Are you going through my feed?"

"No, I see you enough and talk to you enough so I don't bother watching your posts. What happened is that the app suggested people for me to follow, and imagine my surprise when it was about a dozen of the men you've fucked! I'm glad Kurt wasn't there because my face sure would have revealed that something was wrong! Gail, I follow you, and the app must think that some of who you follow are suggestions for me as well."

"That's a little far-fetched Kamsey. Aren't you a little paranoid? I mean, all this that we're doing to protect ourselves is really getting to me. I mean, cheating is hard. But you're going a little too far, making it seem impossible and taking all the fun out of it."

Kamsey's brows in frustration as she turned her most steely glare at Gail. "Gail, cheaters start making mistakes because of overconfidence. They think they're smarter than everyone else and nobody will catch them. You're starting to get too relaxed about this shit. Maybe you should think of the recrimination of what may happen if we're caught. That might wise you up."

"You're my bff Kam and I love you, but sometimes you really piss me off. This is just an app. Nothing more. You've seen my feed. Nothing but pics of food, selfies, vacations, pets, friends with their friends. Hell, half the people I don't even know. You mean Gordon's going to interrogate me on who each of these people are? It just won't happen.

"In fact, I think you're getting a little paranoid, Kamsey. Take a chill pill!" she sneered at her friend.

Kamsey slouched down in her chair until the back of her head rested on the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling, frustrated and worried. Her friend was becoming arrogant and getting careless. In a soft voice she said "Gail, every marriage has holes. Our husbands are good men, sometimes great, but not perfect and not without faults and weaknesses. Our APs help fill those holes, and our holes too.

"Our husbands would never approve of what we're doing, and so far we've given them all of ourselves, never denying them sex or our attention, hanging on their arm as arm candy at their functions. We keep the clothes and home clean, cook a little, and don't give them much of a reason to be upset with us.

"I love the extra sex I'm getting. I really, really do. It really has nothing to do with Kurt. Sex with Kurt is great, it's different because it's loving and I could probably live with just that. But why should I if I can get my itch scratched, not needing his permission, not arguing with him, not getting divorced but enjoying the wealthy lifestyle he provides - and what Gordon provides for you?

"But Gail, have you ever thought of what you'd say to Gordon if he found out? I've thought about it a little and I don't have any good answer. I certainly could try to minimize it, maybe Kurt wouldn't know everything I've done. He couldn't say I've deprived him of anything. But you know the fragile male ego, and Kurt and probably Gordon would not take to being a cuckold that easily."

"But Kam, they're not cuckolds if they don't know about it."

"And that's my point. They can't know about it!" Kamsey said once again, the umpteenth time for emphasis. "And we're very successful so far at making this all work. But now I'm having doubts about hanging out with you. You know my APs and I know yours. If you blow it with Gordon, he'll ask me or Kurt about it. That's a really bad spot for me to be in. I'm thinking maybe we should stop our little meetings, maybe tell the guys we've had a blowup and are no longer friends and just do things on our own."

"Kam, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. All I'm saying is that I think we're going overboard about this carefulness thing; it's almost making me paranoid. Isn't that how you feel?"

"I don't like all the planning and carefulness either Gail, but think of all the areas we've blocked off from our husbands! If we hadn't done some of those things early on you know we would have been caught by now. And what would have happened then? Do you really think Gordon would stay with you?"

"Maybe not, but financially he'd have a lot to lose."

"Oh Gail, do you really want to base your marriage on the money you might lose from your husband in a divorce? Is that all he is to you?"

"No, of course not. All I'm saying is that IF I'm caught, there's more at play than just his hurt feelings."

"I don't know, Gail. Our guys are really smart. They don't make those big bucks because they're stupid or ignorant. They have a lot of pride. And pride is a feeling, and hurting a man's pride is, well, dangerous. Like wounding an animal; you don't really know what they'll do. So, the best thing is to put in the effort up front, like we've been doing, so that they never, ever, find out."

With a heavy sigh Gail admitted, "You're right as usual. I don't want to lose you as my friend Kamsey, or lose my husband, or lose my way of life. I'll try and be more careful."

As the ladies got in their cars, Kamsey sat and thought about her friend. Was she being too trusting of Gail to stick with the plan? Should she separate herself from Gail? Could she? How would she do that? Is she in too deep at this point? Should she stop the cheating?

End of Part 2