1. Guilty Pleasures

    Date: 2/12/2024, Categories: Cheating Author: Kevtheledge63, Source: LushStories

    David and I married the year after we graduated. I immediately knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. He was funny, considerate, super affectionate, and the sex was always amazing as David was a very considerate lover, always ensuring I had cum before he did. I had never met a guy like David who loved to eat pussy. All my friends were extremely jealous.
    Fast forward five years, I had a great career, as did David, and our combined income let us lead a perfect life. We had just bought a beautiful house in a new estate, and things were great. Right up until I started to feel sick every morning. It went on for a couple of weeks until one of the girls in the office said, "Maybe you are pregnant, Stacy."
    "Impossible. I'm on the pill. I can't be pregnant!"
    A trip to the doctor confirmed that I was, in fact, pregnant. The doctor told us that it sometimes happens. Eight months later, we welcomed our beautiful son Jacob into the world. David and I were in love at first sight, and we adored our newborn baby, but we also realized that going back to one income made things very tight. So I decided to go back to work as soon as possible.
    Hats off to David's mum, who stepped in, sold her house, and bought one closer to us so she could look after Jacob while I returned to work. I got back into my routine and loved life again. Then less than two years later, I fell pregnant again. This time, I gave birth to our beautiful daughter Emily. Only this time, things didn't get back to normal. I suffered horribly from postnatal depression. I didn't want anything to do with David or Emily. In my twisted mind, I blamed them both for taking away the job I loved.
    Again, the doctor said I was highly fertile, and the pill just didn't work a hundred percent for me. In a drastic decision, while my head was not in a good place, I opted to have my tubes tied, preventing me from getting pregnant again.
    The depression went on another two years, really putting a strain on our once wonderful marriage. The tablets they had me on were helping but never overcoming the real issue. David stood by me throughout the entire ordeal. But we were really like strangers, just two people sharing a house. Jesus, we didn't even sleep in the same room anymore.
    Then one fateful day, I met Pete in a coffee shop while shopping with the kids. Pete had been my first boss; it was him that hired me straight out of college. He had been my mentor of sorts, and I really looked up to him for getting me a start in life. But he had left to start his own company, and I hadn't seen him for a couple of years.
    "Stacy, is that really you? You look amazing. How are you? It has been such a long time. You look simply stunning; motherhood is a good look on you." Pete said, giving me a big hug.
    "I'm well, thanks, Pete. You don't look so bad yourself. What are you doing back in this neck of the woods? I thought you were out East taking over the world."
    "Well, I sort of am. Business ...