My Perfect Woman

"Where are you going?"

"I'm ready to shoot and I don't have a rubber on."

"I'm protected and I want you to cum in me."

I let loose and held myself in her until I was limp and then I pulled back. Shelly asked me how long it usually took for me to be able to go again and when I told her fifteen or twenty minutes she said that she would try to speed things up and she changed position and took my cock in her mouth. She got me up in ten and then got on her hands and knees and asked me to do her doggie. I gave her three orgasms before I came the second time.

I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling and wondering how in the hell I could be so lucky as to have found this woman when she said:

"I think you know me well enough now to tell me what the other boxes on your 'perfect woman check list' are."

"You have already filled in those boxes."

"What are they?"

"Must love sex is one and being good at giving head is the other."

"Nothing on the list about liking butt fucking?"

"I guess 'loving sex' covers that."

"Well I think it should have its own box on the list so let's get you ready again so you can check that one off also."

She went down on me and she did get me up again and we did indeed check off that box.

We were married six months later.

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The next five years were glorious. We fit. Everything we did together felt just right; like it was pre-ordained. We shared most of each others interests, but not all. She didn't like bowling and I did. I bowled in two men's house leagues; one on Tuesday and the other on Thursday. Shelly used those nights to do a couple of things that I had no interest in. She was an avid bridge player and I couldn't stand the game so she played on Tuesday. She was a big reader and always had a book handy. She had one in her car, one in her purse and one at the house. No TV for that girl. I had a few programs that I liked to watch and she would sit next to me on the couch and read while I watched. She used my Thursday bowling night to attend book club meetings at the library and was forever coming home with a new book signed by the author who was the night's guest and featured speaker.

Shelly was a great cook and she was fantastic in bed. Even after five years of marriage we were still at it like sex crazed teenagers. Five nights a week was common. We gave up going to the gym on Saturday and Sunday because we would rather lie in bed and have glorious morning sex. Life couldn't be better than waking up with Shelly. I didn't think my life could be any more perfect.

It all came crashing down three days after our fifth anniversary. I was scheduled to fly to Salt Lake City for a three day training session with one of our customers and I left for the airport from work. When I got to the airport I was told that the airport at Salt Lake was shut down because of weather conditions and I was rebooked on the first flight out the next morning. It never occurred to me to call Shelly. She'd told me that she wouldn't be going anywhere when I left to go to work in the morning.

I turned onto our street just in time to see Shelly get into a car parked at the curb. I caught enough of her to see that she had on a short skirt and heels. She slid over next to the driver, they kissed and then the car pulled away from the curb. I stayed well behind them and followed along. They went to Duke's Steak House and when they got out of the car I saw that the driver was a guy she worked with and if I remembered correctly he was married.

I sat outside and watched his car and an hour or so later they came out and drove to the Grotto which was a bar dance hall kind of place. I didn't follow them in because I didn't want to chance their seeing me. I was just a tad bit in denial. It could just be a platonic friendship. The kiss could have been just one of the types that friends exchange and the sexy way she was dressed could have been no more than her wanting to look and feel good. As I remembered it his wife travelled for her job and it could simply be two friends keeping each other company while their spouses were away. Whatever it was I wanted to know more before I jumped in with both feet.

It was eleven when they came out and got in his car. Denial went into the trash can when Shelly slid over next to him as they pulled out of the parking lot. Half a block later Shelly disappeared from view and I knew that she was sucking his cock. God knows she did it to me often enough while I was driving.

I followed them to the Motel 6 on Fairmont and Shelly popped back up into view when they pulled into the motel parking lot. Five minutes later they were room 106. I'd seen enough. I drove across town and checked into a motel for three days. Next morning I called my boss and told him I was going to reschedule the training session because of a family emergency.

My wake up call came at six and at seven-thirty I was parked where I could see the parking lot and front entrance of the place where Shelly worked. She arrived at ten to eight which told me that she either hadn't spent the night at the motel or that they had gotten up early enough to drive her home to get her car. As soon as she was inside I drove off and two hours later I was in the offices of Spenser Investigations. At two I met one of Spenser's reps and by four the house was wired for sound and video.

At five I was again parked where I could watch Shelly's building. She came out at five-thirty and I followed her to the Starlight Motel on Hancock. She got a room and when she came out of the office she took out her cell phone and made a phone call as she walked down to room 102. Twenty minutes later a man I had never seen before knocked on the door to the room Shelly was in and the door opened and he went in. Two hours later they were still in there so I headed on back to my motel. I had dinner at the Village Inn across the street and then went to my room and settled in with the latest Robert Parker novel.

I didn't bother watching Shelly arrive at work the next morning. I drove to our neighborhood, but didn't go to the house. I parked one block over and called a number that the Spenser people had given me and then punched in a code that allowed me to listen to all the phone calls that had taken place since Spencer had installed the system. There were several junk calls and the:

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie; it's me" Shelly said. "Rob is out of town again and I get so damned lonely in that bed alone. You think you can help me out?"

"What time?"

"I'll be home by six so what say we make it for seven?"

"You got it."

"Just remember to park a block over and come in the back door. I don't want the neighbors to see anything they might tell Rob about."

"The back door? Is that the only back door I'll be coming in tonight?"

"Silly man. You already know the answer to that one. Got to go. Need to get ready for work. See you tonight."

I hadn't recognized the voice, but at six-thirty I was parked a block over when a black Dodge Ram pulled up and parked. A guy I'd never seen before got out and walked up the driveway of the house where the Makin's use to live. They had moved out and the house was empty and up for sale. I couldn't see my back door from where I was sitting, but I had no doubt that I had just seen Shelly's seven o'clock appointment.

I headed on back to my room and spent some time wondering how long Shelly had been fucking around on me. I usually made about one business trip a month and sometimes two and I had been doing it ever since we married.

The next day I saw an attorney and found out my options and that evening I showed up at the house at the time I would normally get back from a trip. Shelly met me with a passionate kiss and said:

"Dinner is ready, but wouldn't you rather work up an appetite first?"

We had made love the night before I left and she had fucked every night I was supposedly gone. I know that I said that one of the things that made up my perfect woman was a love of sex, but Shelly was taking it to extremes. Never the less I wasn't ready for a confrontation so I let her lead me into the bedroom where I did indeed work up an appetite.

Over dinner I listened to her tell me how much she missed me when I was on trips and how much she wished I wouldn't have to take them. That's when I broke the news to her that I would be gone on another three day trip the next week. She wasn't happy about it, but said I'd best be prepared to be worn out when I left and then she spent the weekend doing her best to make it so.

I didn't bother to pull up the video of Shelly and Dodge Ram guy as I really didn't want to see it yet. I decided to wait until I got back from my trip and then watch it along with whatever else the cameras picked up.

Monday morning I kissed her goodbye and took off on my trip. I had already set it up with the Spenser agency to have Shelly under surveillance on the three days I would be gone and I wondered what they would have for me when I got back. It was about what I had expected. She got fucked every night I was gone. The big surprise for me was that one of the two who fucked her was my very good friend Chuck Maxwell and he did her on Monday and Wednesday.

Shelly took Chuck on our bed and the other guy got his in room 230 of the Shangri-La motel on Paris Street. I had audio and video of Chuck and to be honest I'd seen better porn. I had audio of some phone conversations. One of the guys she did called her Tuesday and said:

"Pete told me that your old man is out of town again. Think you can fit me in?"

"You already know you fit baby. You've put it in me often enough."

That told me that what Shelly was doing was something that she hadn't just recently started. I had audio of Shelly calling Chuck and the conversation was pretty much the same as the one she'd had with Dodge Ram guy.

I took off work early so I could watch the CDs of what Shelly had been up to. I really wasn't interested in watching Shelly getting fucked. What I was interested in was the bedroom talk. I was looking for some idea of why Shelly was doing it. All watching did was leave me confused. I had expected to hear myself being shot through the grease and ridiculed, but it was just the opposite. The first one I watched was of Shelly and Dodge Ram guy or Pete as I came to find out. At one point Pete asked:

"Would you be fucking me if my cock wasn't bigger than your husband's?"

"Probably not" was Shelly's reply.

That surprised me because from what I could see I had him beat in both length and girth yet Shelly was telling him she wouldn't be fucking him if he wasn't bigger than me. Once he asked her why she "Didn't leave the little dicked twit" and marry him and she said:

"Because I love the little dicked twit and I don't love you. All you are to me is a big cock to keep me satisfied when he isn't around."

"If you like big cocks why settle for less?"

"I'm not settling for less. There is a major difference between you and my hubby. You fuck me, but he makes love to me and I'll take making love over fucking any day. Now did you come here to fuck me or to talk because if talking is all you want to do you can leave and I'll give Brian a call."

"On your back bitch" Pete growled and Shelly fell back on the bed and spread her legs as she smiled up at him.

I learned later that Brian was the guy she had fucked the second night that I had followed her.

I was again surprised when Shelly and 'my good friend' Chuck got together. Several times Shelly commented on how much she loved his large cock and again, like with Pete, I had it all over Chuck in cock size. Neither Chuck nor Pete seemed to fuck Shelly any better than I did, but she still praised them to high heaven telling both of them that no one had ever fucked her better. My 'good friend Chuck trash talked me one day and Shelly quickly shut him up and told him that if he ever said a bad thing about me again he'd never ever get another taste of her pussy.

I didn't understand it. Why was she defending me while at the same time stabbing me in the back?

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Armed with the videos of Chuck, Pete and the third guy whose name was Riley and the information I had gotten from the attorney I had talked with I was sitting at the kitchen table with a piece of paper in front of me when Shelly got home from work. Shelly walked in, came over and kissed me on the cheek and then asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Going over my "Perfect Woman" list."

"Whatever for? We have already established that I'm your perfect woman."

"I always thought you were, but I guess I was wrong."

"What do you mean that you were wrong?"

"Here; look at the list. See the unchecked box at the bottom of the list?"

She took the list from me, read it and I saw her face lose some of its color. The unchecked box was "Must be faithful always."

"I don't understand."

"Sure you do Shelly. Over the last two weeks I was gone from home six nights and every night I was gone you were on your back being fucked. Five different guys over the course of six days. I sure can't consider that being faithful, can you?"

The fact that I'd just told her that I knew about the five should have told her that I had her cold, but she tried to tough it out.

"I don't know what you are talking about Rob."

"Then you must have the memory of a gnat. They only live twenty-four hours so I guess you can't remember anything that happened before last night."

I pushed a CD across to here and said, "You can look at this and it might help refresh your memory, but before you do that I need to tell you a few things. I've seen an attorney and I've found out that this is a no fault state so everything we have will be split fifty-fifty. We make the same money so there will be no alimony and of course since we have no kids there is no child support to sweat. We have no savings since we used what we had to get into this house so as far as assets go the house is it.

"We haven't been in the house long enough to build up much equity and what little we have will be eaten up by sales costs and commissions. I'll be the big loser since I'll be paying the attorney's fees and court costs. The big question is do you want to be served at work or here at the house?"

"Served? I don't want a divorce. I love you Rob and you know that I do."

"You have a funny way of showing it Shelly. How long have you been stabbing me in the back?"

She looked away and I said, "It doesn't matter. I really don't need to know. The five I know about are five too many. You want to move out or do you want me to do it?"

"I don't want either of us to move Rob. We belong together."

"Sorry Shelly, but I can only live with my perfect woman and that isn't you anymore."

"You have to let me talk Rob. I need to explain that what you are thinking is wrong."

"No I don't need to let you talk Shelly. What is on that CD says it all and none of your words can erase any of what I sat through and watched.

I stood up and Shelly said, "Sit down Rob. We can't discuss this if you won't sit here and talk with me."

"Have you not listened t what I've just said? There is nothing you can say that will erase what I've listened to, seen and now know and I can't live with a person who could do that to me. We are through Shelly. Face it. You have fucked our marriage away. Accept it and move on."

I walked away and headed for the basement where we kept the suitcases. Half an hour later I had most of what I'd need for the next two weeks packed and sitting by the front door. There was more that I needed to get, but I'd have to rent a trailer since most of it was too big to get into my car. Shelly watched me set the bags down and said:

"Please Rob; just sit down and let me explain. You'll see that it isn't what you think it is."

I ignored her and went into the downstairs bedroom that I had turned into a home office and got my laptop. Shelly kept following me and kept begging me to sit down and talk with her and I didn't bother to respond. As I opened the door to leave I said:

"I'll be back Monday or Tuesday to get the rest of my things."

"Please Rob; for God's sake let me explain."

Without a word I carried my stuff out to my car and drove away.

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I checked into a motel and spent Saturday and Sunday looking for an apartment. I found a nice one not far from work that had everything I wanted. A pool, an exercise room and a laundry room. I chose a two bedroom as I wanted to set one up as a home office. I wrote a check for the security deposit and the first and last months rent. I wouldn't be able to move in until they did a credit check on me, but there wouldn't be any problems there.

Shelly and I had separate credit cards so I didn't have to make any calls to cancel any and the check would clear because I had taken the attorney's advice and taken half of what we had in the bank and opened new accounts in my name only.

I advised Sheila, our receptionist, of my status as far as Shelly was concerned and asked her not to put any calls from Shelly through to me.

"Just tell her I'm out of the office or in a meeting or something."

"Why don't I just tell her not to bother calling because you have instructed me not to put her calls through?"

"That works for me."

She smiled and said, "When you start making up the list of girls you would like to date after your divorce is final could you put my name close to the top?"

"How about the list of girls I want to date as soon as we are legally separated?"

"What is legally separated?"

"After she is served either today or tomorrow I consider myself a free agent."

"Maybe to you, but not to me. I won't date a married man and that would be you until your divorce is final."

That's a refreshing attitude I thought. I could stand knowing a girl who has ethics.

"How about lunch dates so we can get to know each other a little better? That way we would have some idea if we wanted to take it further when the divorce is final?"

"I'd like that."

I took Tuesday afternoon off and I rented a trailer and called around until I found two friends that were free and who could help me move the heavy stuff like my tool boxes and air compressor. When I got to the house I found a note on the door.

"Rob – I've changed the locks. I'll give you a key to the new ones when you sit down and talk with me. I love you. Shelly."

"Stupid cunt" I thought as I walked around to the back of the house. I kicked in a basement window, walked through the house, unlocked the doors and then Mike and Sal and I carried out what I wanted and loaded it into the trailer. I left the front door standing wide open when we headed for the storage unit I'd rented.

After unloading the trailer we took the trailer back to the rental place and then drove over to Danny's Bar and Grill to have a few beers. We had been there about two hours when Mike, who was looking past me, said:

"Uh oh, incoming."

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Shelly coming towards us. I turned back to Mike and Sal and told them they might want to find a table.

"This could get ugly."

Sal said, "Roger that" and the two of them got up and went looking for a booth or a table. Shelly came up and sat down on the stool that Mike had just vacated and said:

"I thought I'd find you here." I just looked at her and took another pull on my beer. Did you have to break the window?"

"Yep. Needed to get in."

"All you had to do was give me fifteen minutes and listen to what I have to say and you could have had a key."

"Rather kick in a window than listen to you."

She looked at me for several moments and then said, "You took the computer."

"Yep."

"I had stuff on it that I need."

"I'll go through it and pull your stuff off of it and send it to you."