I CAN NO LONGER LIE
By Larry O

After last night, I know I can no longer lie. I know Beverly really
will do it.

Beverly had been sitting on the couch with Ken, her supposedly
platonic friend. I was sitting in the easy chair, it leaned back
with Crissy, our five month oold daughter had fallen asleep on my
chest.

Crissy had started fussing in her crib, I had retrieved her, changed
her wet diaper, given her a bottle, and she had then fallen asleep
on me as I held her.

I had then also dozed off as Beverly and her friend sat close
together on our couch. True, I had actually known down deep inside
that there surely must be more to Bev's and Ken's relationship than
"just friends." He's been around our place a lot recently, there
were all those times she visited him at his place, and there had
been those two times she'd supposedly fallen asleep on his couch
watching a late movie and not come home until the next morging.
Beverly though had insisted it had all been innocent, that nothing
untoward had happened, and I actually had not even accused her of
anything even though we both knew there was more to that night than
just falling asleep watching a movie.

That was not really anything new in our marriage though. If I'd
wanted to leave her for adultery, I would have had good cause, and
if adultery was a crime that was actually enorced and prosecuted,
even the clumsiest of DA's would have had no problem getting a
conviction from the circumstantial evidence.

Adultery though is not a crime anyone actually goes to jail for, and
I didn't want a divorce. I wanted Beverly as my wife, and I was not
about to accuse her of doing anything wrong.

Not only was Beverly cute as a button and had a five fooot four inch
hourglass shaped body that could make any man drool.

Not only did she have the looks and body of any man's dream, Beverly
was smart, witty, fun to be around, and we got along great. She also
was a great housekeeper, was a terrific mother to our 3 kids, and
she treated me well.

As far as being a faithful wife though, Beverly was anything but. I
say that now like I always knew she cheated on me, and I actually
did.

Until last night though, I at least had the option of pretending I
thought she was faithful, and I could lie to myself that Beverly had
just been an innocent victim of circumstantial evidence,, and that
she really was true. To other people and to Beverly herself, I will
continue my charade of pretending I really do believe she is not
cheating on me, but after last night I can no longer lie to myself.

The make believe world of a loving monogamous couple, "forsaking all
others', actually goes back to even before Bev and I were married.

Beverly was one hot chick in highschool, the head cheerleader,
homecoming queen, prom queen and one of the most sought after girls
in school.

Beverly also had a reputation!! The rumors and stories about her and
guys swirled all during our highschool years. She not only
supposedly slept with her boyfriend jock, Craig, from her sophomore
year on, the many fights and breakups they went through as a couple
werer rumored to have been over his catching her one again with
another guy. If rumor was true, all of Beverly's dates with guys
wound up in the backseat of a car with her getting screwed.

I pined for her hopelessly, being the short, skinny, nerdy guy I
was-and actually still am to be honest- and I would fantasize that I
was one of those guys out with Beverly sampling her goodies.

It was after I came back t town after graduating from college that I
actually had my first date with Beverly. I was in hog heaven to have
a date with her, and over the moon when she agreed to go out with me
again. We began dating, though Beverly still dated other guys also,
and after a couple of months, our dates began including sex.

Less than a month after the first time we had sex, Beverly informed
me she was pregnant.

Now Beverly had never admitted to being with anyone but me, and I
actually had not asked. I just didn't want to know if she had, know
if those rumors were true.

I did not even mention anything about seeing the car of her old jock
exboyfriend at her duplex flat at all times of the night and even in
the early moring hours when I drove past her place on my way to
work.

When Beverly informed me she was preggers, I made the only comment
to her that I have ever made regarding her and other guys.

I popped out,"Is it mine?" Bev's answer was a quick. "Of course it
is honey. You dont' think I'm some kind of slut do you?" I
immediately replied I surely did not, and that I was sorry for even
suggesting such a thing. I also asked Beverly to marry me right
then. She said yes and we immediately began preparing for our
wedding.

Since Beverly was expecting, we obviously were not going to have a
long engagement. But even though, she still wanted a church wedding
and to be dressed in white, she wanted the wedding to be quick.
Seeing she still wanted a traditional wedding, I suggested a time,
and Beverly immediately said that would be too long The time I had
suggested was six five months hence. Beverly pointed out that she
would be ery far along by then, and she would look rather ridiculous
coming down the aisle in white with her tummy bulging out.

She pointed out that would be embarrassing to both of us. I agreed.
She suggested a date two months from then, and I agreed. I had a
couple of friends who were flabbergasted when they learned I was
marrying Bevrly. They said they couldn't believe I was marrying  a
girl who they said had fucked half the guys in our highschool class.

I took up for my bride to be, and told those two I didn't believe
the rumors. I told them I did not want to hear either of them ever
slander Beverly's reputation again. The wouldn't back off, and in
fact, both of them even said they had been with her themselves. One
of them, Roger, even said that he had heard that Beverly ws pregnant
by her old highschool boyfriend.

That really set me off. I not only angrily denounced what he said, I
got so upset that the ensuing argument ended the friendship I'd once
had with both of those guys. Even though Beverly had suggested a
sooner date for our wedding, she was obviously showing as she walked
down the aisle. She was not late in her term, but her white wedding
gown had a telltale round bulge in front. I tried not to look at it,
but I couldn't help but notice the eyes of the guests at our wedding
staring at my bride's tummy sticking out in front as they viewed her
from the side when she walked down the aisle. The stickiest spot for
me during the wedding was when I saw the preacher's eyes happen to
focus on my clearly pregnant bride's belly during the ceremony. I
quickly looked away with my eyes lest he see me staring.
 
Less than four months after our wedding Beverly gave birth to a baby
boy. I never said a word to anyone, and I even told myself that the
baby was just premature. But deep dow inside I really knew the
truth. Even though our son was born only  7 months after the first
time we had sex, he weighed 8 pound and 7 ounces. I also told myself
to ignore the fact that our son had dark brown eyes while Beverly
and I had blue eyes.

And to be honest. Our son looked like her old boyfried Ken when he
was born, and looks even more like Ken today. I said nothing about
either of those points to Beverly, and I also did not make an issue
out of it when Beverly said she wanted to name our son, Kenneth.

After we were married and after our son was born, I found that
Beverly still seemed to be a magnet for guys, and that she sure
didn't mind. Not only did guys buzz around her like bees around a
flower, she flirted shamelessly  and even seemed to encourage their
attentions.

There were nights out-supposedly to shop or go out with a girlfried
when she wouldn't get home until the wee hourse of the morging.
There were the visits to see her old highschool male friens when
she'd come home looking mussed, rumpled, tired, and seemd to have a
satisfied look about her of a woman who was freshly fucked.

She's usually jump right in the shower when she came home like that,
and when I'd check her panties in the hamper, the crotch would be
wet, sticky, and smelled of cunt juice and come.

I also came home from work a few times and saw a guy rapidly exit
our house, and would find Beverly naked in our bed. There would be
wet sticky spots on the sheets, her pubic hair would be wet and
matted, and there would even be a telltale whitish cream coating on
her pussy lips along with a trickle of whitish cream oozing from her
pussy. I alsotold myself that the wet slickness I felt in her when
we made love was her lubricating fluids and that I was not having
sloppy seconds with my wife.

Our second son was born 14 months after we had Kenneth, and he at
least had blue eyes like Beverly an me. But to be honest, he was the
spitting image of David, a guy who I'd found at our house several
times when I'd come home. Beverly had also visited David at his
apartment regularly. And whe had, she'd hop in the shower when she
came home, and her panties really did seem to be soaked with come in
the crotch when I'd check them.

The first time I'd seend David was when I came home from work early
one day just in time to see him rush out the door. When I mentioned
asking who he was, my wife, lying there naked on our bed, wet spots
on the sheet, her pubic hair wet and matted, and her crotch coated
with white stickiness, Beverly said he was just an old friend who
had stopped in to visit for a bit.

I did not challenge her word, just as I did not say onething when
Beverly wanted to name our second son, David.

Besides those things there was also the time I saw Beverly get
undressed to shower after coming home one evening, and saw her
crotch was a mess and that she was not wearing underpanties.

I didn't say anything, and eventold myself that meant nothing. It
was more difficult for me to tell myself that she's not cheated on
me the next day when I left for work. I put my briefcase in the
backseat of the car, and there was a pair of Bev's panties laying on
the floorboard of the backseat. Another guy I'd heard rumors about
concernig Beverly while we were in highschool, Mike, also seemed to
be hanging around our place a lot. When our daughter was born, I
tried to tell myself that our daughter's brown eyes and Beverly's
choosing to name her Michelle meant nothing.

I really did try to tell myself that all of the above meant nothing.
Afterall, I had landed what had been the mos sought after girl in
our school as my wife. Our marriage and relationship was very good,
and Beverly was a terrific wife and mother. After last night though,
I have to be honest with myself. I actually knew it before of
course, but I didn't want to admit it. I can no longer deny Beverly
cheats on me though. I can't because I saw it happen. I saw i with
my own eyes. As I was in that chair, the back reclined, Michelle on
my chest, a sound awakened me.

I stirred and my groggy eyes focused on the couch as I turned my
head slightly and looked that way. The noise I had heard was from
Beverly. It was a moan.

I saw Beverly laying on her side on the edge of the couch. Her back
was to me. Her short skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her
panties were laying on the floor beside the couch. Her right leg was
over Jim's. Jim is a new friend of hers. His left hand was cupping
her right hip. He was facing her and hunching back at her slightly,
and his hand was helping pull her groin at his as she hunched back
at him.

Their heads were at the end of the couch away from me. I was looking
at their bodies from the back somewhat and from an angle looking at
their feet. I could see up their legs right to their crotches. His
bluejeans and underpants were around his calves. I could also see
the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life. It wassliding in and out
of Beverly's pussy as the hunched. Jim would push up inside her,
holding her tight against him. give her 3 or 4 short hunches;then
he's pull back amost all the way out;push back up inside her and
hunch again.

His dick was not only thick, it was very long. When he'd pull back,
I'd see it wet with her juices. I also saw that Jim was not wearing
a condom. Sure, there were plenty of reasons to believe Beverly
would have sex with a guy and not use rubbers-THREE cute wonderful,
living breathing reasons(2 boys and a girl) to believe Beverly would
commit adultery without using birth control, but finally seeing it
was something else. For the first time ever, I knew with absolute
certainty. My wife would not only cheat on me, she'd even risk
getting pregnant by another man by having unprotected sex with him.

Even though, I'd had such strong suspicions and almost irrefutable
circumstantial evidence of such behavior in the past, chose to
ignore it, and jsutlived with it; I still felt jealousy seeing it
actually happen. I also though actually did get turned on. I gazed
on with half open groggy eyes and began rubbing my own hard on
through my trousers and pants.

When Jim finally thrust up inside Beverly gave her a sustained
series of short jabbing stokes,  I heard her let out a groan of
satisfaction, saw her body tremble in climax, and saw him pull her
groing tight to his as he moaned and cried out in a hoarse loud
whisper,"Coming! Shit, coming! Coming! I'm coming in you, and saw
Bevrely gasp in her own climax, I actually came in my pants. I
actualy watched Jim wejaculate inside my wife and heard her moan in
ecstasy as she was seeded. She does not take the pill, we use
condoms for birth control during her fertile time of the month, and
we's beeen using condoms for the past few days.

Beverly tells me when it has been 9nine days after her period, and
we then use condoms for the next ten days until she is past her peak
of fertility. We had been using just that very method when Bevrerly
got pregnant with each of our two youngest children. We had not used
anything when she' got pregnant when we wwere dating. After last
night though, I have to admit the truth about her pregnancy before
we were married. Beverly' pregnancy had been caused by someone else.
But then again, her other two pregnancies had also. I adit that now!
That was very much on my mind as I watched their mutual orgasm last
night. I wondered if I was watching my wife's supposed "just a
friend impregnate her."

the lay still for a bit when they finished. And when they pulled
apart, I sawy his huge slimy dick pull out of her. It was coated wth
white slime. I actually saw a trail of sperm ooze out of her pusy. I
hung in a syrupy strand and flowed onto the couch. As they
disengaged themselves, and got dressed, I feigned sleep. Even
though, I then knew the truth for sure, I didn't want to admit it to
them.

I was watching with barely open eyes as she saw him out. I watched
my wife passionatle kiss her latest friend. As they said their
goodbyes, I heard him say he'd be bak the next day. I continued
pretending sleep. But I also watched through barely open eyes as
Beverly went to the kitchen, and brought back two paper towels. One
was damp the other was dry. She then used them to try to clean up
the comstain she and her "FRIEND HAD LEFT ON OUR COUCH."

As of his date you can now count me as a wifewatcher. I won't say
anything to Beverly or another soul either' but you can now
offically count me as a cuckold. I have a wonderful wife. She is
beautiful, kind, sweet, and wonderful. But she is definitely an
adultress. Not only that, she is  a woman who makes me the ultimat
kind of cuckold. She willingly risks impregnationg by other me. She
has even got herself knocked up doing that and pretended to me that
the babies are mine. She goes even farther by  naming babies she has
by other men after the  men who impregnated her.

I definitely believe jim will be around her again. If Beverly is
willing to go so far as to cuckold me while I am drowsing in the
same room, theres' no telling how far she night go. One thing I do
know is that she is definitely willing to try to deceive me into
believing a baby she has is mine when she actually conceived it in
the throes of passion with another man.

Who knows. I might very well have another story to tell you in the
future. I might be sharing something else sometime. I wouldn't be at
all surpised also to find that we wind up having a son she wants to
name James or a daughter she wants to name Jamie.




