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Click hereSandy pondered the question seriously for a minute and then replied slowly, "No. No dear, I wouldn't say that he fucked your wife. It was a joint effort with equal exertion on both sides. To say he fucked your wife is all wrong. The sentence's singular subject, transitive verb, and predicate to whom the action was done don't agree properly with the real nature of our actions together."
Harry whined, "Sandy, you are my wife! You can't go around fucking other men!"
Sandy glanced at her husband quizzically and said innocently, "Well honey, obviously I just did. I am not hiding anything from you. You sat there and watched what I was doing and never tried to stop me. Hence, your actions or lack thereof condone my behavior."
Harry angrily retorted, "What are you talking about? I was drunk. I had no idea you were going to screw that guy. I just saw you dancing."
Sandy arched her eyes questioningly and challenged her husband. "Oh really? Baby, being drunk is never an excuse. Remember, I am the lawyer. If I am drunk and shoot someone, the law will still consider it murder."
A bewildered Harry asked plaintively, "What has that got to do with anything?"
Sandy gave a sigh of exasperation and tried again, "Look honey, if I go in a bar, get drunk, and fuck the bartender, you would say that was adultery, would you not?"
Harry gave her a puzzled look, "Yeah, but so what?"
Sandy gave her husband a sly smile, "Being drunk never provides an excuse for your behavior. Honey, I have never hidden anything from you. We have had this same conversation before. You knew of and have accepted my behavior before so there is nothing wrong with my, uhm, unconventional behavior."
An upset Harry shot back heatedly, "I have no idea what you are talking about... My God, you mean you have done this before?"
Sandy gave a friendly laugh and explained gayly, "Oh my goodness, yes dear. For almost two years now, our first Friday night of the month consists of the Lodge dinner and meeting and afterwards a stop at the nightclub at the Windsor. Then while you sit in the booth half asleep, I dance with three, four, or five men, decide whom I want, take my selection upstairs for an hour or so of vigorous adult entertainment, pick you up, drive you home, and then take the baby sitter home. Usually you and I have a discussion just like this on the ride home. Consequently, you know what I am doing, and by your acquiescence, you are condoning or at least accepting my behavior. Ergo, no foul since you knowingly accept your wife's naughty behavior."
Harry stared at his wife in stunned amazement and stuttered out, "What in the world are you talking about. I don't remember ever being here before or having any such conversation."
Sandy reached over and patted his arm sympathetically and said soothingly, "No honey, you wouldn't. You drink so much with your friends at the Lodge that the next day most of the night is blacked out. Usually all you remember is the start of the steak supper. Everything else disappears from your memory - a sort of alcoholic amnesia."
Harry mumbled, "You mean tomorrow I won't remember anything about that guy manhandling you on the dance floor or you telling me you fucked him?"
Sandy laughed, "Nope, not a thing. You will have what they call an alcohol en-bloc blackout. It is as though, as far as you are concerned, the events during your blackout never happened. That is terribly convenient for me; don't you think?"
Sandy sighed and said lightly, "Honey, my heart is all yours and only yours. It's just my ass that is occasionally communal. Don't worry about it. This is working fine. You get your monthly night out with your buddies, and I get a very fulfilling evening of my own."
The effect of the cool air on Harry and the adrenaline rush triggered by his wife's confessed scandalous adultery began to fade. Her cool logic and matter-of-fact explanations confused him. Harry's eyes flickered, his chin drooped, and he slumped back against the seat as the alcohol blackout overcame his senses. He snored steadily.
Sandy smiled and switched on the radio with its jazzy music. She sighed contentedly.
Sandy used to loathe those dreary first-Friday-of-the-month Lodge meetings. Then a couple of years ago after the Lodge meeting, she and Harry and another couple had gone to listen to a really premium band that had been booked at the Windsor's nightclub. Both men had been too far gone to dance effectively, but the wives were repeatedly asked out on the dance floor. Sandy had played the vivacious flirt and enjoyed it immensely. The next morning Harry remembered nothing of the music and dancing. Voila, a naughty idea began to form in Sandy's clever mind. And why not!
She really looked forward to the first Friday of the month now!
Even though Sandy enjoyed tending to young children, she was not immune to cabin fever. These monthly Friday events are a lovely distraction from her mundane daily chores. She would straighten up and fly right later when the children were older. Since Harry remembers nothing of her behavior, everything works out quite nicely for his naughty wife.
Harry imbibes at Bacchus' table for his pleasurable vices, whereas Sandy prefers the boudoir of Eros for her lusty diversions. To each, his or her own.
- COMMENTS
It would be great if her husband had a recording device in his pocket so he could listen and use against her. Just saying part 2
Another clueless hubby by this author. Harry does remember this one, and then stops drinking. Next month he reserves a room for himself and picks up a hot bimbo and takes her to his room while his wife watches him walk out. Her reaction? Who knows. Could go either way. She has an angry tirade or she accepts they’ll each get some strange once a month. Good for the goose, just as good for the gander.
Aki ezt a hülye felszarvazott írja,vagy nő ,vagy egy silány gyenge felszarvazott alkat!!!
Brazen Femdom agitprop. Poor drunken cuck taken advantage of by his life partner.
This was somewhat better. But the consistent wife playing the husband for a fool/ uckold is getting tiresome.
Boozers often do have blackouts like that. Evil bitch and interesting plot idea.
When does he find out that he is married to a whore and toss the cunt to the curb
Fucking evil. If the roles were switched, then they would be stringing him up. RUN!!!
Wow, that's possibly the most evil wife I have seen, Linda from February is at least stupid, but this is premedicated evil would love to see a continuation.
I'm still waiting for this 'story teller' to tell a story worth reading! Thanks for the heads up in the comments.
Just another heartless CUNT and a sissy coward husband POS. Boring and pathetic!
A good well written,descriptive tale of a husband who values his drinks more than time with his wife and taking care of his home life. He deserves what he gets just like other husbands/boyfriends who provide the same opertunity to their spouses at parties by getting drunk and leaving them the freedom to do so. Yes it does happen and there are knowing people to help them get drunk to free the wife/girlfriend up to play.
Clever, well told, original story about a despicable, conniving, selfish woman. She obviously has no concern about humiliating her husband on a monthly basis, as all those at the club are very aware of her actions. As to her confession to her black- out drunk husband, it doesn’t count anymore than a drunk girl agreeing to fuck a room full of guys. If she had the conversation with him BEFORE they left for the meeting and confessed what she did, then it’s on him if he gets shitfaced.
Very well written, as usual, but no likable characters, just two very dysfunctional folks. And to all those saying she’ll eventually get hers, No she’s got two kids and is a lawyer, so he’ll get fucked over in the divorce. Maybe the poor sap is better off not knowing- JK, as soon as he figures it out he need to dump her cheating ass, no matter what it cost.
What kind of self respecting person would do such a thing ? Just a slut ! Who would want a cheating slut who is also so brazen in front of hotel staff and an inebriated husband yet lies by omission and hides the truth from her wonderful husband when he’s sober ? No one ! You need to dump that cheating manipulative cowardly cunt !
Well done, a very precise description of a very selfish and vile women.
Just like most of the are
While I hated the story and gave it ⭐. I have to acknowledge it was well written and had a decent story line.
But as I always say, "It is the writers' story, and they take it where they want it to go." I just have an opinion and I give it.
While I hated the story, you told it in a very clear manner. To me your writing lacks the imagery that others create even in the short 2 pages they publish.
However, I like the fact that you compressed this story into 2 pages and got the whole story told. Being that length allows me to read it in one setting. I also liked that your story did have a good flow some don't.
Everything is just my opinion.
JH4Fun
Tongue firmly (and legally) planted in cheek, but I daresay this is actually more true than 99% of the stories on this site! Pretty damn original and funny!! Well written. 5/5!!!
Cuck story. I have been solidly drunk many times in my life, never forgotten a thing l did during the night or day whilst pissed as a newt.
My bet is the majority of people are the same. Forgetting is an excuse we all use to explain our stupidity. Harry would remember.Everything!!
Another chapter please where the stuck up bitch lawyer cheat gets hers, the divorce she wants. You wrote her as a disgusting smartass, laughing at her husband. She deserves the pain she would in normal circumstances get.
But as a cuck story, you score 1/5, simple as that.
The next morning sandy was surprised Harry remembered her confessed infidelity and he handed her divorce papers. Sandy was remorseful when she realized she threw away her marriage by being a dumbass
Not big on CUCK stories no matter how they are presented. Also convenient to kill it before Harry gets sober. if he is so with it then why is he mad and questioning the cheater.
He needs to not drink one meeting and fake being drunk and the drinks at the hotel. Catch her and a guy and end both of them. I wouldn't be surprised if she does drug the "hubby".
This is why you only milk the cow. You should never buy the damn cow. When they start taking about wedding and rings, run away and look for another cow. Divorced cows are the best, because they are accustomed to regular sex and due to age issues, they are desperate. Milk them, fuck them and drop them when they get too close. Who needs love, if it's followed by pain. Life is too short. Enjoy it and be self-sufficient, above all, don't get ever involved in raising a family if you don't want to end being a cuck.