Cheating Wives Short Story Collection

By David C. Lowe

This is a collection of short stories a wives cheating on their husbands.

The story includes the following:
From Executive to Slut
When his wife looses her high paying job and due to a clause in her contract shhe's unable to get a job in her field. A few months later she gets a job in a coffee shop and then the husband starts to see changes in his wife's behaviour.

101Jobs to Do
It's Saturday and Bruce has his list of jobs to get done that day and then his wife tells him the washing machine has stopped working and he tells her it will need a repairman to fix. Later in the day while on the roof he spies his wife and the repairman walking into their sun room.

My Oil Change
When her normal mechanic is closed a woman goes to a different workshop. She gets a some extra special service from the whole team.

My Wife's Train Ride
When their car in the shop for a service, a husband and wife take the train instead. The train ride opens them up ro whole new life.
My Wife's Black Bang
A husband notices some changes is his wife's behaviour after they move. His suspicions are finally confirmed when he arrives home early from a business trip.

Black Delivery
This is the story of how a husband found out that the mailman was screwing his wife while he was at work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David C. Lowe
• Release date: Mar 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005299910

David C. Lowe

I write stories under the name David C. Lowe and Charles Lowe.

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Short Story Collection

~ Cheating Wives ~

By David C. Lowe

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2022 David C. Lowe

From Executive to Slut

I watched as my wife's stud pulled out of her, his cum trickling onto the coffee table. She got up and put back on her polyester uniform pants, her fat ass leaving two sweaty circles on top of the table. To think a year ago she was an executive, who would never have worn polyester, and did not even really know one black person, but now? How did it all happen?

A year ago my wife came home from work early with a cardboard box in her hands, her desk plant on top. She looked pale, without her saying anything I knew what had happened. I didn't think they'd let me go. Me of all people. They said the company was too top heavy with management. 

She cried a little and I told her to relax. She had a degree, the house was paid for, and there was that severance package, very generous, though due to a non-competition clause she could not work in the industry for a rival company for a year. I told her we would be fine.

After a month she became bored. She tried to find work but she was overqualified for this or that, and the jobs she could have had she could, not due to the non-competition clause. Finally she decided to go to work in, of all places, a chain coffee house. She said it would be a nice break from all the pressure of the financial industry. It was nice for a while until I noticed some changes in her. 

Since she no longer had the perk of a gym in the building she worked at she had put on some weight, even more so from the donuts she ate at the place, most of it landing on her butt or tits. Her once tight aerobic sculpted ass was now well rounded and slightly soft, she had even gone up, to my pleasure, a bra size or two.

Then I noticed her musical tastes had changed, she had liked that light FM sort of music, now rap was working its way onto her music player and the car stereo presets. I tried to write it off as adjustments, even hanging late with the girls at work, or going out with them after work. And for a while things relaxed, until I got suspicious.

There were still more changes in her, she got those huge door-knocker earrings and even a tattoo with her name on her arm in a fancy script. She told me all the women at work had them and I should relax. But then one night she told me she had worked late because one of her coworkers, Sharon, could not make it in, that was okay, but a few days later she told me a story involving Sharon and an irate customer, and it took place on the day Sharon allegedly was not in. I thought to say something, but did not, maybe she was wrong about the date, then again if she was doing something, I did not want to alert her to her error. 

She had kept talking about Jim the manager of the shop. She found ways of working him into her conversations. Oh! Jim did this. or Jim did that! What really worried me was when she started talking about his personal life, about how his girlfriend was such a bitch, or that