Danika turned thirty shortly after we got married and I threw her a surprise party more lavish than our wedding reception. She was completely flabbergasted, loved how considerate I was, and rewarded me with a titty fuck every night for a week.
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Danika was pregnant a few months before my thirtieth birthday. Fortunately her tits didn’t get more than a few percent bigger during pregnancy because I don’t know how she could have moved around normally even with a back brace if she increased in size the way that some women do. She did start acting a little squirrelly, however, which I initially attributed simply to pregnancy hormones. However, when a friend whose marriage was imploding because his wife was cheating cried on my shoulder one afternoon at and travelling to and from a college football game I started to wonder.
A new very good-looking guy by the name of Bill Dolan had recently started work at Danika’s company, and he and she dealt with a few projects together. She always had nice things to say about him. When I met the guy I didn’t get a good vibe, for reasons that I couldn’t nail down.
About this same time Danika had to work late or a few hours on weekends for the first time in our relationship. Once or twice I could swear that she came home with different clothes on that she left with. When we were together she sometimes seemed preoccupied, although there definitely was no decrease — maybe an increase — in our physical contact. While we had to change some of the positions we used when having sex, the frequency never decreased nor did my satisfaction, or her apparent gratification.
Another disturbing thing was that pregnant her sexuality came out even more, and she was like a bitch in heat as far as the reaction of males who came in contact with her were concerned. I didn’t handle it well when at some functions guys would hit on her if I left her for just a minute, or the looks guys gave her on the street. In separate incidents I actually almost killed two guys (or tried to, one was big and strong enough that despite my fearlessness he might have cleaned my clock) who I thought went too far and it was only Danika throwing her pregnant body between us that stopped things before someone ended up in the hospital.
Then for some reason I started reading cheating wife stories on the Internet — something I had given up when I had my first sexual liaison with Danika — and that just made my imagination run wild. It got to the point where my trust in Danika’s faithfulness started to fade just at the time that I should have been happiest because we were about to have our first — and heaven forbid maybe our last — baby.
It was so bad that when Danika told me she had to go into work for a few hours on a Saturday morning that I put a tracker on her car and followed her at a distance. Instead of going to her office she went to a local high class hotel’s parking lot. I parked far from her, got out of my car, and with a hat, fake glasses and a fake beard on I was about to follow her in when I saw Bill Dolan walk up to the front door, wave as he approached, and Danika came out to greet him, and they hugged and walked in together.