Cheating is Hard

The story of the two married women hiding their cheating from their husbands continue. What have been some of their strategies? Go back and read part 1 & 2 to find out. At this point the strategizing continues, only this time, and emergency! Once again, thanks for my Anonymous and highly talented editor!

Two days later Kamsey got into her car and reached into the glovebox to get her burner phone. There was a text from Gail: "Need to meet! Emergency! Meet me in parking lot behind the old empty strip mall." 'Oh no!' Kamsey thought, what has Gail done now?'

Kamsey pulled up next to Gail in the parking lot of the abandoned strip mall on the other side of town, parking their cars in a "69" position with driver doors next to each other.

"Kamsey, oh girl, I might have really messed up. I might have blown it with Gordon!"

"Shit Gail, did you get careless again? What the fuck did you do?"

"Not really careless with my AP but with Gordon. We were making love last night and I got aggressive and started to ride him and called him my pet name for my lover."

"Fuck Gail, what did you call him?"

Gail leaned her head on the steering wheel, sighed deeply, and said, "Mr. Pinch Hitter."

Kamsey's mouth opened and her eyes seemed to open just as wide. "YOU DIDN'T! Tell me you didn't call your husband a 'pinch hitter'!"

Gail began sobbing. The two women sat in their cars silently for several minutes to grasp the gravity of what Gail said and the possible implications.

Eventually Kamsey asked, "Gail, did he say anything then? Did he stop making love? Did his cock deflate? What happened? Did he bring it up? Did he even remember what you said?"

Gail just shook her head sideways. "No, nothing yet. We kept fucking, I was so into it. All I could think about was the black cock I had fucked last Friday and I rode Gordon like a rented mule. I don't even know how loud I said it or if he recognized it because my eyes were closed, I was so close to cumming."

"Fuck shit Gail. This is potentially a real disaster. Did he say anything today? Anything at breakfast?"

"No, everything seems normal and that's what scares me. What am I going to do Kam?"

Surprised at how creative her mind was becoming at cheating, Kamsey had a thought. "Gail, do you have a dildo? Maybe even a large one?"

"Actually, yes I do."

"Does Gordon know about it?"

"No, not that one. Just the little ones he uses on my clit for foreplay."

"OK. Leave the big one where he might find it and ask you about it. When he does, you tell him you call it your "pinch hitter" for when your husband is on one of his business trips. That way he might put two and two together and reason you were thinking of the dildo and not another man."

"But what if he asks me about it, like "Gail do you want to fuck someone that large? Have you already?"

Kamsey immediately replied, "C'mon Gail, lie. Damn, we've been lying for over a year and now you're asking if you should lie to your husband? Sheesh girlfriend. Think for a change!"

Gail sat up in her car seat and wiped her nose and thought for a moment. "Actually, Kam, that's a great idea. I can put all my toys in the bathroom sink along with the sanitizer and forget them when I go to make dinner. He'll come home, clean up for dinner, and see them and ask about them. I'll act embarrassed and that's when I'll tell him how I've named them."

"That's a great story to tell your husband Gail. A really good story. You'll have to do some acting though, maybe even get a little turned on, leave the dinner to get cold, ask him to use the toys to play with you and then beg him to take you. You can even tell him the large one is the only one that comes close to making you feel like it's your husband. That'll stroke his ego!"

"Yeah, I can do that. That sounds like it could lead to a really wild night. Thanks Kamsey."

"Listen Gail, we've been at this for over a year now and it's gone really well. Right? The fact of the matter is that most affairs last only six months before the cheaters get caught. So a year is pretty amazing, and it doesn't happen often that they get to go that far. We're pretty good, aren't we.

"They usually get discovered when? In a couple of weeks? Maybe? But six months in which the husband noticed changes? Gail, we've gone over a year now. I agree, that's some world class deception.

"But just because we've done really well at this doesn't mean we can relax and get sloppy. I know you're impulsive, but one slip up that creates suspicion can ruin everything."

Gail blew her nose, looked over to Kamsey and nodded. "I know Kam, I know. Maybe this is a wake-up call for me. I love my husband and don't want to lose him. He's everything to me and loves me unconditionally, but he won't take any cheating. I know that. But my affairs are so intoxicating, so thrilling, and it's really improved my relationship with Gordon, our lovemaking is off the charts. But if he knew why... " Her voice trailed off as her eyes looked distant.

Kamsey reached her arm across the cars and took Gail's hand. "Gail, falling into infidelity is not hard at all, plenty of people have excuses to do so. The trick is not to fall into situations that will destroy you - or us."

Gail looked at Kamsey and saw the seriousness in her eyes.

* * * *

The following week's meet-up was at the 19th hole of a rather expensive golf course. The lounge was well-appointed and the drinks were mixed just right.

"Kam, you won't believe what Gordon told me last night. Would you believe he has an offer to go back to Britain to work at his company's home office? And it's supposedly more money."

Kamsey noted the surprisingly sullen mood of her bestie. "Well, more money is good and he's already making a ton. And you like spending it, right?" she said with a kind smile, trying to cheer up Gail.

"Of course I do, but if he takes that job that means I have to move with him and we won't be together like you and I are every week; I'll have no one to hang with. I'll have to make all new friends, and start with all new hook-ups and that can be dangerous since I don't know the local haunts, who's related to who, where there are cameras and where it's safe."

"Does he have to take the job? I mean, he's doing pretty well over here, right? The bonuses and perks? I mean, you're even living in the corporate-owned condo rent free!"

"No, he doesn't have to take the job. When he told me I acted shocked and hurt. He knows this would take me away from my family and friends and dump me in a completely new country and culture. I acted hurt and afraid and cried, and he tried to comfort me. I even implied that I'd be obsessed with being with him ALL the time because I'd have no one else."

"Wow, that was a good line Gail! You've said how he likes his private time. Those Brits!"

"Yeah, that line came to me at the last minute. I could see his face change a little when I said that. In fact, a spur of the moment great idea came to me and I went with it!"

Kamsey scowled at Gail's impulsiveness, always worried that it would result in her getting caught and that Kamsey's marriage would be collateral damage.

"Oh boy, what did you do Gail?"

"Have some faith in me Kam. I'm not stupid, I know you worry about me. Look, we're experienced adulteresses, right? Let's just admit that. We've been plotting and planning and scheming for over a year now and successfully too, right?

"And our minds are working really well and being disciplined, working to the plans we've developed so we don't get caught. We're like the 007 of the affair world!"

That last line got the women laughing. Some of the male golfers briefly looked their way.

"Planning baby!" Kamsey laughed, "That's the name of the game!"

"Yeah," Gail agreed. "So, on behalf of our husbands we already dress well, go to the gym often, have plenty of sex with our spouses, we're on our phone a lot so it looks normal. We make random trips out of the house and bring back routine things like take-out, something from the hardware store or grocery store. It all looks routine, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it Gail. But what's the point of all this?"

"Well, there I am telling Gordon that if we move to Britain I'll just have to be with him ALL the time because I won't know anyone. Then it hit me: Every time I leave the house I'll invite him to come with me. Like, a random urge to go to Starbucks, Home Depot, Dairy Queen.

"I'll start trying to have him go with me everywhere, and sometimes I'll make it suck, like it's a real effort to hang with me shopping or doing something boring, or having to sit with me and just talk, talk, talk. I'm going to try and start using up his personal time."

Kamsey's face lit up in recognition. "Oh, I get it. So he'll start to think that if he takes the job back home in London that his life will be miserable, giving up his free time, having to be with you every spare minute of his day!"

"Exactly. See, girlfriend, I know what I'm doing!" Gail said with a wide smile of satisfaction. She sat back and signaled the waiter for another cocktail.

"Then I have a suggestion that will help us continue to hide what we're doing. In fact, I think I'll start doing the same thing to Kurt. The more we do this, they may like it for a while but quickly realize they'd like some alone time too.

"So when we're out with them, have a habit of using cash so if we do it without them it isn't a red flag. We can even buy them something at random so we have a receipt for proof. What do you think?"

Gail sipped her refreshed cocktail. "So, what you're suggesting is that we're setting their expectations; conditioning our husbands to not only not recognize the cash we're spending, but even to let us just go somewhere and not check up on us, probably figuring it's just some more boring girls stuff?"

"Yep. Just boring girl stuff. I'm thinking it might take a few weeks or so to get them to that point, but when they do, it just opens more possibilities for us to get more cock!"

Gail almost spewed her next sip of the cocktail when Kamsey mentioned "more cock."

Knowing she hit her friend's funny bone, Kamsey continued, "Let me practice a line on you Gail: "honey, hey, I'm heading out to Target. Wanna come?"

Gail had a laughing fit when Kamsey said 'come." She finally recovered enough to respond "Hell no! It takes you forever to do shit!"

Nodding, Kamsey replied. "Precisely. Right answer. There's nothing like a spouse who is tired, who figures they know what we're doing. They won't look too hard."

"I agree. That's the strategy." acknowledged Gail. They'll get used to it as normal behavior. They won't want to most times because you make them go when they don't want to. After a while, Kurt and Gordon will gladly let us go alone - to whatever. They won't really know."

"Brilliant Gail. And you came up with this spur of the moment? I'm impressed babe! So have you started any of this on Gordon yet?"

"Yeah, I've got to tell you it's a little much early on. I had to slowly ramp it up this past week but already I'm starting to see he's regretting the miserable time he has to wait on me while I'm pulling groceries from the shelf, or shopping for undies at the department store. I even asked him to hold my purse while I was in the changing room!"

Another peel of laughter rang from the girls. "Oh Kamsey, if he knew what I have actually done a few times with that stock boy in a changing room!"

The two gorgeous women looked at each other with a knowing smile, happy with their lives. It was all working out so well. Plenty of sex. Plenty of money. Plenty of enjoyment. Plenty of security. Family happiness all around.

"Now that we have this in our plans, a thought occurred to me, Kamsey. It's a little bit of an adjustment to our no texting from home rule but hear me out."

Kansey's spidey-senses were on full alert. Not texting from home and not using personal cell phones to communicate with the APs was a big no-no.

"What if I sneak in the bathroom to text one of my lovers, but I also text my clueless spouse a tik-tok or Instagram post while I'm in there. And while I'm actually texting my AP, I pop back into those apps and share that cat video post.? I'm killing two birds with one stone!"

"Ooo, I don't know Gail. That's really dangerous. We can't let our guard down. It's easy to get mixed up with replies when texting. I remember accidentally texting a pic of me topless to Kurt at work and accidentally sent it to my Mom. It was humiliating, but I called Mom right away and she thought it was hilarious.

"But if I can make that mistake innocently, imagine how we could make that mistake when we're texting our affair partner, get emotionally involved in our back and forth, and accidentally text a reply to our husband instead! It would be the end of everything. No, I think that's a really bad idea."

The girls sat silently for a moment pondering the possibilities. Gail spoke up, "Yeah, well, it was an idea. This is why we get together weekly, to talk these things through. It's just that cheating is so hard, so many details to keep on top of so we don't get caught. It sure would be nice to loosen up sometimes."

"Please Gail, please don't do that! It's way too dangerous."

End Chapter Three