Bella puts a terrific show for cheating husband – part 1

Hello everyone, this is a story about Bella finding out her husband William cheating and the revenge she got for it. The story comes in 4 parts and i wish you guys read every part to get the maximum out of it.

I jerked awake and looked at the clock to see that it was eleven thirty. I sighed disgustedly, here we go again. William had told me he would be in by ten thirty and I’d fallen asleep waiting for him. I don’t know why I thought tonight would be different. Maybe because when I’d walked into his office and opened my robe, playfully flashed him the hot little black and red bra and panties I’d just bought, he’d smiled and told me I looked hot.

Then again I should have known better. As soon as I’d told him he should show me how hot he thought I was, he’d made a show of holding up some folders and saying he had to finish some work.

I resisted the urge to ask him when he thought he might find time to work on me, but held back. That would lead to another argument and guarantee there would be no chance at sex. Instead I briefly considered dropping to my knees, sucking on his cock, then hopping on. No matter how engrossed in his work he was, William never seemed to turn down my mouth. I quickly shook off that thought and with a forced smile and a “Don’t be long, baby,” I walked out of the room.

“Maybe a few weeks ago I’d have used my mouth to entice him, but why the hell should I? Would it kill him to come onto me for once?” I wondered if he was still working or just trying to outlast me. That was the pattern over the last few months – I’d go to bed hopeful and eventually get tired of waiting and fall asleep. I would wake up when he slid into bed and either be too tired to go after him, or he would claim he was exhausted.

The last few months; as it had countless times lately the thought of what had changed during that time entered my mind. Up until this point William and I had a pretty good sex life. Maybe not as hot as I would have liked it, but I had come to terms that I was higher drive than he was and didn’t mind killing some batteries here and there when he wasn’t in the mood. Then William changed jobs. The money was better, but the work was more difficult, the hours longer and since then our bedroom activities had all but ceased.

In fact the once a week I could get out of him was so formulaic and unsatisfying, I didn’t know why I kept looking for it. Some nights it was as if William were forcing himself to fuck me. A quick suck on my nipples, sliding his fingers up and down my clit as if her petting a dog and then either rolling over on me, or rolling me over and fucking me for what if I were lucky these days was a couple of minutes. During the fifteen years we’d been married, William had always been pretty affectionate, now I was lucky to get a kiss goodbye, hello and goodnight.

Disinterested was the word I would use. However, when I’d spoken to my best friend Holly about it, she used another word – Affair. According to her, all the signs were there; a new job meant meeting new people. William was leaving earlier, working later and was now taking clients to dinner and had Saturday meetings. Holly had point blank told me her thought was it was the same client and a female one.

I told her William would never do that to me. We might be struggling with his new lifestyle, but he would never hurt me that way. As much as I denied them, Holly’s remarks did concern me enough to speak to my sister Katie about it. Katie, who was four years older than me and whose husband was a couple of years older than her, brought up the simple fact of a physical issue. At forty two William and I were no longer kids, but where my sex drive seemed to be increasing he was going in the other direction.

William had also put on weight, didn’t eat right, was under a lot of stress from work and always seemed stressed. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that was true. Especially when Katie pointed out that a guy would rather make any excuse in the book to cover up the fact he couldn’t get it up right anymore. She had suggested I keep trying and that was what I’d been doing. I’d tried everything from giving him a nice massage to relax him, to new lingerie, to even one night on a whim dressing up in an old cheerleader costume.

Each time I’d gotten some, but it was quicker than it used to be and except for the time with the cheerleader outfit I’d had to really spend a lot of time using my mouth to get him fully hard. That of course led to the sex being quick. Lying there getting frustrated despite my best efforts not to be, I thought of the other half of the problem.

William was making no effort to make me happy. It was weeks since he’d gone down on me and even then he’d looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes. Every time he got off quick I would ask him to make me cum and he would, but as if he were going through the motions.

The last time he’d sucked on my nipple while stroking my clit and when I opened my eyes he was staring off into space as if he weren’t even interested he was fondling his wife’s pussy. Things like that were making it tougher and tougher to hang in there without point blank saying, “I think you need to start taking some pills.” It’s not like I mind masturbating here and there. In fact sometimes a nice long playful session could be fun even when I was getting some, but to rely on it was another story. I was too into sex to be happy with the only hard thing ever being in there a vibrator.

I turned my head at the sound of the floorboard creaking in the hallway. I heard the bathroom door and knew William would be coming in soon. Part of me wanted to just say forget it; he was dodging me, but damn it I was horny! Deciding to try again, I kicked the sheet off and stretched out in the middle of the bed.

Turning my head towards the bureau I looked at my reflection in the long mirror over it. It wasn’t as if I were unattractive. I jogged twice a week and went to the gym every other morning. That regiment had kept my long legs looking good, my ass nice and firm and my stomach was still nice and flat.

Add to that my long blonde hair and blue eyes and I still noticed a lot of men noticing me. If William was suffering from a lack of desire, I certainly didn’t feel responsible for it. Never mind the fact that there was little I wouldn’t do. The only thing I’d ever turned William down for was anal sex. Even with that I would let him slip a finger in now and then or even a slim vibrator.

I just didn’t like the idea of a cock up there. I heard the bathroom door open and on a whim leaned up and reaching back, removed my bra and tossed it to the floor.

I put my arms over my head further pushing my tits out and spread my legs open. My tits were on the small side, but because of that they were still high and firm. Reaching up, I gave my little pink nipple a playful pinch to make sure they were hard and waited for William to come in and see me spread out for him, wearing only the skimpy thong. The red lace barely covered my freshly shaved pussy and despite my recent lack of success just lying on the bed like this was getting me wet.

The door opened slowly as William was no doubt trying to enter silently and when he appeared his initial reaction was to stop and stare. I smiled as I watched his eyes trail up and down my body. I would have done the same, but in the shapeless black sweatpants and baggy t-shirt he was wearing it wasn’t like I was getting a great view. William closed the door behind him and walked to the foot of the bed and said, “Wow Bella I…”

“I like that reaction.” I interrupted him with a laugh.

“I thought you’d be sleeping until it’s almost midnight.” He finished.

William walked over to his side of the bed and picking up the alarm clock began to set it.

“Wow Bella you look hot! Was a little more of what I was looking for.” I said disgustedly as I rolled over onto my side to watch him.

“You do look hot,” William said without turning around. “By the way I have to go in for seven tomorrow.”

“That sounded sincere.” I sighed, “And since when do architects start at seven am?”

“Since we’re behind on the project and need to have something for a meeting at noon.” He replied, putting the clock down and sitting on the bed with his back to me.

“William?”

“Yes, Bella?”

“Am I so bad to look at you and have to keep your back to me?”

I’d said it with more emotion than I’d wanted too. I was pissed and I was fine with him knowing that, but the words had come out framed in the hurt I felt.

“Of course not.”

I guess there was something to be said for guilt, as rolling over onto his side to face me, He kissed my cheek and said, “Bella you are as beautiful and sexy as you were back when I met you.”

“You don’t make me feel that way anymore.” I meant what I said, but this time gave him a pout.

The pout used to be my deadliest weapon when we fooled around. My lips were soft and full and if I do say myself, quite talented. My pout would always make William envision me pouting over his cock and he could never turn it down. That is until now.

“Bella please, just because we haven’t been having sex as much doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re…”

“As much? Try not at all lately.” I said, shaking my head, “William, can I ask you something?”

“There’s no one else Bella!” he snapped, “Jesus, I mean….”

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” I said softly as warning bells and Holly’s voice went off in my head, “Why would you think that?”

“I…because I guess that’s what men and women think when you know….things slow down.”

William hadn’t hesitated at all and I felt a flood of relief. He’d never been a good liar so at least I could relax about another woman. So it was time to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“What I was going to ask you is if you need help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah, like….” I shrugged, “Pills or something.”

“You think I can’t get it up?” he asked rolling his eyes, “I’m tired from work and stressed and because I’m not all over you. I need fucking Viagra?” he grunted, “Little full of yourself, aren’t you, Bella? Sorry if I’m not hard at the sound of your voice.”

“I used to be full of you!” I snapped, “Now I got a draw full of batteries and I’m not full of myself, but I’m lying here with my fucking tits a foot from your face and you’re not even looking at them.”

“I’ve been looking at them for years, I…”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Should I get new ones? These aren’t good enough anymore?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He sighed, “But you’re pissed and there’s no point in explaining anything, think what you want.”

Sitting up, he pulled the sheet up and lying on his back, closed his eyes. “Besides,” he said, reaching out to shut the lamp off without opening his eyes, “If you need your tits stared at, Luke does that every time he’s here so don’t worry, you have a fan.”

“How dare you!” I growled at him. “Don’t you mention him and make it sound like I’m doing something wrong! Luke does all our yard work because you don’t.”

“I work, remember? And Luke does the yard work because he’s hoping to trim your bush when I’m not home.”

I started to speak and forced myself not to. I wouldn’t be baited. Granted there was a part of me that wondered if Luke, the very attractive nephew of our next door neighbor, was into me. He was always staring and although he was only twenty was pretty damn ballsy, flirting every time he came over. I’d be lying to say it wasn’t a turn on, but then again, he might just be playing up to me to keep getting me to pay him to take care of the yard.

William was quiet and I was prepared to roll over and call tonight for what it was; another failure. Just before I did I caught sight of the picture of the two of us on the nightstand. It was taken on our tenth anniversary and we were on the beach, William was behind me, his arms around my waist and we were smiling into the camera. We had never fought like this. I needed to relax and keep trying. I’d never wanted to be one of those couples who lost their spark.

“I’m not Mrs. Robinson, William. He’s a good looking kid and he’s full of himself. I Think every woman is on the prowl.”

William didn’t respond and at first I thought he was going to feign sleep, instead he opened his eyes and turned to look at me and said, “Well you are over forty you know, so you fit all those hot cougar fantasies.”

“Yeah, you think I’m a hot cougar?” I asked.

“Hot yes, but a cougar to me would be like sixty and that’s nasty.” He laughed.

“Okay, so how about I’m your hot wife?”

“I agree to that.” He rolled over on his side and kissed me. “My very hot trophy wife.”

“I like that!” I laughed, “Can I quit the office?”

Bella puts a terrific show for her cheating husband – part 1 will continue in the next page.