My name is David and I’m married to an incredibly beautiful, sexy and sensuous woman named Abbey. I had married Abbey after knowing her for quite a while. Our relationship was an on and off affair. I did the chasing and it was a real battle to win her over. I finally fucked her when she was 18, at my 21st birthday party. We split up and it was not until about a year later that we started going out again. Being a good snoop and from carefully reading her diaries, I knew she had been fucked by half-a-dozen guys in the meantime. That’s not surprising as she is tall (about 5’9″), blonde, curvy, with deliciously soft D cup tits. One of my favourite features is her legs, which are long and her calf muscles are beautifully shaped. Abbey has a Scandinavian type complexion and is very pretty as well. Needless to say, attracting men has never been a problem for her!
We got engaged and I had to move away for work. Lurking in the back of my mind was the nagging doubt that she would not be faithful. It was a feeling that created feelings of jealousy, anger and arousal. Abbey came to see me after about six months apart, and from going through her handbag I found a list containing two columns with my name at the top of one and another guy’s at the top of another. It was a list containing our respective good/bad points! I confronted Abbey with the list and she started to cry. She admitted had come to break off our engagement, but once she saw me again she realized she couldn’t. She also admitted she was fucking the other guy and had started about a month after I had left. In fact, they had had kinky sex the night before – naked together on a plastic drop sheet with a bottle of baby oil. Abbey was on the pill and she admitted he was cumming inside her.
Needless to say, from that moment on I was always suspicious, but never had hard evidence that she was playing up. We got married and this story begins in year four of our marriage.
Abbey was working at a local newspaper company and the department she worked in consisted mainly of men, a few of whom were unattached. Abbey is quite a social butterfly and enjoys going out, particularly on the weekend after work. By this stage in our marriage there was a little bit of tension; even though we didn’t fight, it seemed to me that Abbey was getting restless. In particular, two guys, Pat and Tim seemed to be her favorites and she seemed to always enjoy socializing with them. Needless to say, on our nights out when we were socializing with them, I could sense a fair bit of sexual tension and I was usually the one wanting to call it a night and go home.
One weekend some of her workmates arranged to go camping at a nearby river. It was an “arrive Saturday, spend the day waterskiing, drinking, and then having a barbecue and a night of drinking” kind of weekend. The afternoon went well enough and we had pitched our tent and joined in the fun. Later that night the party was still going and quite a bit of beer, bourbon and rum had been drunk. Abbey was right in her element, partying hard and enjoying the very social atmosphere. She was wearing tight fitting shorts which highlighted her long tanned legs and a semi transparent white top that clearly showed the outline of her bra, that was bulging as it struggled to contain her big tits.
By 11.30 I was ready to call it a night. I was hoping to fuck Abbey back at the tent. Abbey was in no mood to come, and said she wanted to stay a bit longer. I reluctantly agreed and went back to the tent. I lay down and all the doubts and worries began to race through my mind. I took out my cock and began to slowly stroke. I held off climaxing in case Abbey showed up and I could unload in her. Sleep was out of the question.