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and my memory of last night was pretty hazy. I wondered if I had dreamt it all, and thinking about it didn't clear my mind at all.  
    I stumbled into work looking the worse for the wear. I had been dragging for the past week, and the attorney I work for had enough and really laid into me. Then he worked me like a dog all day and only let me out of the office after 7:00pm.  
    I came home to find a note: "Sorry you had to work late. I went to Don and Anita's for a bite to eat. Come over if you want. Becky"  
    The last thing I wanted to do was go over there. So instead, I ate some leftovers and fell into bed dead asleep. At around 1:00am I woke to find that Becky hadn't joined me in bed. I lay in bed frustrated and anguished. A few minutes later, I heard the back door open, and footsteps coming into the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep and surreptitiously watched Becky.  
    Her hair was wild and she was carrying her shoes in her hand.  She slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower before joining me in bed.
    I wanted to confront her. Ask her what was going on. But I knew what was going on, and I was terrified to hear the truth. Instead, I just lay perfectly still until she fell asleep beside me.
    The next night, Becky and I had a quiet dinner at home. Although we'd always been able to talk before any of this happened, the table was now virtually silent. We cleared the table and did the dishes without saying much of anything.  
    That night we went to bed together. Almost immediately, Becky started to fondle me. She stripped off her nightgown and rubbed her luscious body against me, and then without prompting she went beneath the covers and started sucking my cock. It felt so good. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue playfully slid up and down my shaft. She cupped my balls and hummed softly as she took me in her mouth. This was the best head she'd even given me. For a moment, I started to get excited. And then I started thinking. Had Don taught to suck cock like this? Was she only doing it because she was feeling guilty? In seconds, I had shriveled to nothing, until Becky could barely get anything into her mouth. She kept trying for a while, but when it became obvious I couldn't perform, she finally gave up. She turned her back to me, and went to sleep, her naked body taunting my impotence.
    After that night, Becky didn't try to initiate sex again, and I didn't either. I was too scared of failure. Becky started seeing Don more often, and slowly the pretense of innocence dropped.
    She continued to go over to Don's house for weekly bike rides, but I soon noticed that her bike was parked in their driveway while they were supposedly out riding. After a while, she didn't even both taking her bike out of our garage, although she did continue to wear her skin-tight bike pants over to his house.  
    A couple of times a week, she would go over to their house for coffee, never quite excluding me, but never really inviting me along either. Usually she came home around midnight those nights looking completely exhausted and disheveled.  
    Summer turned to fall, fall to winter, and winter to spring. One day Becky suddenly seemed angry. I wondered why, until I looked out onto Don and Anita's deck to see a stunning, raven-haired, beauty prancing around in a tight green dress. Becky had some competition for Don's attention. For a little while, I fantasized that it might be over between her and Don, but after a few days, the enchantress disappeared and Becky resumed her thrice-weekly visits to Don's house.
    Try as I might to avoid her, I would occasionally run into Anita, who would taunt me mercilessly about Becky. According to Anita, there was now nothing Becky wouldn't do if Don asked, and as she put it, Don was very imaginative. She even told me who the mystery woman was, the wife of junior associate at Don's firm. It gave me a perverse pleasure to realize I wasn't Don's only cuckold.
    Strangely enough, Becky and I had adjusted to