A Halloween cheating wife story

“No,” she said. “I’m the one who owes you an apology. I made a promise to you and I broke it. Can you ever forgive me?”

“We both screwed up,” I said. “We weren’t engaged and we never promised to remain exclusive. I should’ve asked you to marry me before I went into the service. I just took everything for granted.”

“I think I did too. And by the way, I would’ve said yes,” she said.

“What about now?” I asked. “Would you still say yes?”

“Yes, I would,” she said. “Are you asking?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “There’s no way I’m letting you get away from me again.”

“Then the answer is yes,” she said.

“Just one condition,” I said. She looked at me funny.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“No Halloween — ever,” I said.

“I can live with that,” she said.

We stopped for the night in Albuquerque and finished the trip the next day. I pulled in front of the condo and wondered what we would be walking into.

“We won’t be here long,” I told Jenny. “I just want to get my paperwork and the rest of my stuff and get the hell out of here.”

The condo seemed eerily quiet when we went in. Jenny shuddered as she looked around.

“This place is creepy,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it does seem pretty dark in here, doesn’t it?” I asked. I grabbed the rest of my clothes out of the closet and tossed them in a trash bag. I came back in and hauled out my television, stereo and computer. I grabbed all of my paperwork from the desk I used in the small office and boxed it up.

I looked at the desk Marissa had used and noticed the large drawer in one corner. I never looked in her desk before, vowing never to invade her privacy, but I wondered what she kept in there. I opened the drawer and saw a pile of unopened letters and cards from Jenny. I also saw several letters I had written Jenny. Apparently, Marissa had never mailed them as she claimed. I called Jenny to come into the office.

“Look at this,” I said, pulling out the letters. There was a large pile of unopened mail, almost all of it from Jenny. A few were from my mother and a couple came from Bob. She gasped when she saw the stack.

“No wonder I never heard from you,” she said, going through the letters. I looked through the rest of the desk and found what appeared to be a diary. I opened to a random page and my jaw hit the floor when I read what she had written.

“I finally convinced Master and my parents to give me 20 years with Jim,” Marissa had written. “It wasn’t easy and I promised to give Master twin girls as long as I could convince Jim they were his. I swear my pussy smoldered for two days after Master fucked me with that huge cock of his and his cum dripped out of me the whole time. If Jim knew that he had actually eaten a demon’s cum out of me, he’d grab that Bible of his and run for the hills. Yeah, I’m wicked, but it was so much fun.” There were other characters on the page that I couldn’t understand.

I felt as though I was going to be sick after reading that, and turned a few pages to another entry.

“Jim got another letter from that girl he grew up with,” the entry said. “I was able to keep it from him. Fortunately, he respects my privacy enough to stay out of my stuff and he’d get suspicious if he saw it in the trash. I’ve seen his memories and I know he still loves her. John is getting abusive with her because she refuses to fuck him until they’re married. I spoke with John about it at the last gathering and I could feel his frustration, so I let him fuck me and warned him to go easy on her. The only way I can snare Jim for good is to make him believe his old girlfriend is in love with another man. If he knew what was really going on, he’d run to her in a heartbeat.”