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AN: Hello! Hope you enjoy this little fic. I have to say that I hope this is different than the other Cheaterward fic out there. Right now the way I have it planned this story will be somewhere around eight to ten chapters long. There will be a longer author's note at the bottom with more details.

Now on to the story…

EPOV

If a person had told me two years ago that the most interesting person in the room at my son's graduation party would be my wife, or should I say ex-wife, I would have called them a liar. Bella Swan Cullen was far from interesting, and what used to be captivating about her had become mundane. It was this reason that I offered out as an explanation when people asked about our failed marriage of sixteen years.

When Bella and I married, we were young and in love. It was magical, and the sex was mind blowing. We married at the age of nineteen at the beginning of our second year of college. Later that year, we had our only son, Seth. Bella dropped out of college after Seth born so I could focus on my degree and getting into medical school. I promised that once I was done, she would go back and finish her degree. Sure, it was hard, but while I worked hard at school, Bella worked to keep us afloat so we were not dependent on my parents' money. Every night, I would promise her that one day all our hard work would pay off, and she believed me.

We were the couple that other couples talked about. We loved loud, often, and strong. I called her over every break no matter what time it was during my rounds at the hospital. She would wait for me at night so that when I came home, she welcomed me back to our bed. Everything was perfect, and I promised her that one day all our sacrifices of nights apart would pay off. She never doubted me; she just looked at me with her big brown eyes, shining with trust and love.

We were happy; crazy, blissfully, happy, and then slowly over time, things changed. I can't tell you when or what changed, but it did. Time passed, and soon I discovered that it had been weeks since I had called my wife over my breaks, and I really had no excuse for my behavior. I found that while she was still waiting up for me at night, I was too tired to greet her with anything other than irritation. I just wanted to sleep instead of to listen to her about her dull day around the house, or worse yet, to what had happened at the office that day. The last thing I wanted to hear about after my stressful day at the hospital was some pointless fight between her girlfriends over something that did not matter to me in the first place.

I found myself avoiding her calls, since all she did was ask when I would I come home or if I would be available to be at whatever sporting event Seth was in at that time. I never understood why she couldn't fathom that I was working towards my dream of making chief of staff. I would swallow the anger at her lack of care of my wants with the burn of bourbon at the bar closest to the hospital. It was there that I met Tanya.

Tanya was a nineteen-year old waitress that was enthralled with me. She was tall with legs that went on for miles in her short skirts, and her large breasts always seemed to spill out of her low cut shirts in the most teasing way. She would toss her long, strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and bat her big blue eyes as she would tell me how amazed she was by me being a doctor. She would tell me that I was the smartest man she had ever met. For an old man of thirty-five, it made my ego swell, and my dick twitch with every compliment she bestowed upon me.

It was horrible how I ate up every teasing glance and suggestive remark, but I had missed being wanted. I really believed my wife didn't want me anymore since she was so busy with our son or work. Why not be with someone who did? It was that feeble excuse I gave myself the night my affair with Tanya began.

"I don't understand why that wife of yours just can't leave you alone," Tanya purred at me seductively, as she leaned across the bar towards me. At the angle that she was standing, I could see down her shirt to her amazing tits. They just called to me.

"I don't know," I said, as I ogled Tanya's tits. She pressed them on top of the bar, causing them to swell as they pressed together, while I imagined what my dick would look like sliding between them.

"You deserve better, baby," she whispered to me in a soft seductive tone. She poured me another round of bourbon before running her long, red nails over my scalp making me moan from the sensation. Bella used to touch me like that, but I could not even think of the last time she had touched me like that.

The rest of the night was a blur of bourbon and flirting, until I found myself shoved into the men's room by Tanya. It was a disgusting, smelly bathroom, but that did not seem to bother Tanya as she dropped to her knees, tugging my scrubs down in the process. Before I could protest, my dick was in her mouth, getting hard with each pass of her tongue until I was hard and lust crazed.

I fumbled with the condom dispenser on the wall as Tanya sucked my dick with fierce determination, almost forcing me to come in her mouth. It was so damn dirty that it almost brought me to my knees. Bella would have never done this, not in a men's room of a dark and dirty bar. She was above that, and for some reason, the thought of her being better than this tryst infuriated me. It was that fury that I would take out on the girl in front of me.

I pulled Tanya up to standing and pushed her onto the grubby, gray small counter with a hard shove. She gasped at my sudden movement, but instead of shoving me away like she should have, she just yanked her tiny, mini skirt up over her hips to reveal her yellow lace thong. She presented her ass to me, practically begging me to fuck her as she leaned over the counter waiting for my next move.

That was my moment. It was the moment that I could've backed off and let it go at a minor mistake of letting some girl suck my dick, but as I looked down as at her lace covered pussy, my lust-addled brain took over. I thought about how this would show Bella what happens for not being available to me. I rolled the cheap condom down my dick awkwardly, since it had been years since I had used one. I gripped her thong roughly and pulled it aside to reveal her wet pussy. I thrust hard into the girl, not checking to see if she was wet enough or even ready for me, filling her in one stroke, and from there on it was like an out of body experience.

I was a man possessed as I fucked her hard, while she screamed and moaned.

"Jesus, you have a big dick, I can feel you so fucking deep," She moaned, as I fucked her from behind.

"Your dick is so big it almost fucking hurts like this. Don't stop! Fuck me deep! Yeah, so fucking good!" she moaned loudly, as she gripped the dirty counter with her knuckles white with exertion. Her cries of pleasure only added to my already inflated ego. I was like a different man as I fucked this girl. For the first time ever, I could focus on me. I didn't care if Tanya was going to come or not. I didn't even care if it felt good for her, I was too focused on me, and that was thrilling. I had never had sex when it could be all about me.

"You liked to be fucked don't you," I asked her, as my hips snapped into her ass while my bags slapped against her wet pussy as I filled her. My words made her moan more, and that shot another thrill straight to my ego.

"Tell me how good my dick feels," I demanded from her, as I tugged on her hair, pulling her head up so she would be forced to meet my gaze in the mirror. Her blue eyes were glazed over in lust and awe as they met mine, which caused me to smile an evil smile of delight.

I half listened to Tanya's incoherent soliloquy about my dick as I forced her to arch her back in a bow backwards. This allowed me to plunder her deeper which made her painted pink lips elicit high-pitched squeals.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! So fucking good! So fucking deep! Don't stop fucking me! Don't stop!" she stuttered, as she moaned loudly, as I fought off my own pending orgasm. I knew the bar patrons could hear her screams of pleasure, but I didn't care. I wanted them to know that I was fucking the hell out of this girl, the same girl the other dirty old men all wished they were fucking. I wanted the world to know that I, a thirty-five year old man, could still get hot pussy like this girl, and that made me a god.

I watched myself slide in and out of her wet pussy, knowing that I would not last much longer. Tanya hadn't come yet for all her caterwauling, but I did not care. It wasn't about the warm body beneath me, it was about me, and I fucking loved it.

I slid deep inside of her and gripped her hips tightly to hold her still as I came hard, filling the condom as all the anger left me in three long spurts of cum. I pulled out of Tanya's quivering body and removed the slick, used condom from my dick while Tanya rambled how good it was without really moving from her spot on the counter.

It was an odd feeling, the come down since while I was fucking this girl, I had felt like a god. I was in control; she took what I gave her, and I took everything she had to offer me. I had fucked her without thought and had revelled in it. It was thrilling, but now as I came down from the sex high I was on, I didn't know how to behave. I had been nothing but crude and demanding to this girl.

Tanya turned to look at me. Her eyes flickered on my limp dick that was covered in cum from the condom. I watched her, and in that instant, I was that man again, the man that would fuck a girl in a dirty, bar bathroom, not caring how degrading that might be to her. I suddenly wanted to push her. I wanted to know how far I could push the girl, but before I could say another word, Tanya dropped to her knees once more and took my flaccid dick in her mouth and cleaned me properly. She tucked me back in my boxers with a soft kiss to the head of my dick, as if she was thanking it. She remained on her knees as she looked up at me with her wide blue eye, shining with adoration. That's when I knew I was hooked. Right or wrong didn't matter anymore. I knew I would have to have her again just to chase that feeling of being a god.

My affair with Tanya went into over drive as I discovered that she would come to the hospital whenever I texted her to meet me for sex. All I had to text was Be here in twenty minutes. No panties, and she would appear ready to suck my cock or to bend herself over the couch in my office so I could fuck her. It was crazy; she made no demands from me, which I loved since Bella had made enough demands in my life about lack of time with her or no time at home.

I often wondered if Bella ever questioned what was going on with me. She seemed sad and determined to reach me, but by then, I was already gone. I was lost to the thrill of hidden sexcapades, and Tanya's hot mouth was always so willing to suck me off. I was lost to finally being able to focus on me and not the woman I was with. I was a king. I had it all. I had the marriage that was slowly dying by my own hand. I had the woman who cared for my son and made me look good at the hospital. I also had at my beck and call a girl to come suck and fuck me at a moment's notice. I was lost to brilliance that had become my life, and because of it, I became sloppy.

One year after the start of my affair with Tanya, my relationship with Bella was almost nonexistent. I remember her trying figure out what was wrong. I remember her crying as she asked me why I was so distant. She even went so far as to book a weekend away for us to the bed and breakfast we had stayed at when we were still in our building stages of our life. Money was tight then, and such a trip was extravagant. It was a touching gesture, and maybe if I had gone along with her to the retreat, we could have reconnected, but I was selfish. I saw the trip as an opportunity, an opportunity that I could not pass up for the thrill of it.

I waited until the last minute to cancel, knowing that Seth would be at my parents' house for the weekend, and Bella would be packed to go.

"Edward, you can't cancel," she said in a soft tone that told me how disappointed she was, even though she refused to say it.

"Sweetheart, go on without me. Once I have someone to work the shift here, I will run to meet you, okay?" I cooed to her happily, knowing that this would appease her enough to go, and it did.

I waited until I knew she was gone, and then I left the hospital to pick up Tanya. She had never been to my house for obvious reasons, and now I would bring her to my home. It was dirty and wrong, but I loved it. It was the ultimate thrill knowing that I was going to fuck this girl everywhere in my home, and my wife would be none the wiser. I laughed to myself as I thought about how I would eventually fuck my wife in the same bed that I had fucked my mistress silly in and she would never know. The idea of such a deception was thrilling enough to make me hard without Tanya's help.

"Excited, baby?" Tanya asked me, as she stroked my hard dick through my scrubs I was wearing. I smiled at her and then nodded for her to proceed. She leaned over and pulled my dick out to suck as I drove through the city streets and then along the freeway to the sleepy suburb where I lived.

I had a plan in place that weekend. I was going to fuck Tanya and then leave to spend one day with my wife. I would show my Bella a good time and then bring her home to fuck her in our bed where I had fucked Tanya. It would be vulgar and exciting as hell. I could see Bella in my mind as I fucked her, pink skinned and moaning as I fucked her hard, and that was all the incentive I needed to come in Tanya's awaiting mouth as I drove.

Once I made it to my home, I watched happily as Tanya looked at my house in awe. It was a magnificent house that was worthy of a chief of staff at large hospital. It screamed money and status as we drove up, and I watched Tanya's eyes light up as I pulled into the garage so the neighbors wouldn't see my little girlfriend that I brought home as a treat.

I walked into the house with Tanya following behind me, and as soon as I saw the grand kitchen that Bella loved so much more than me, I was hard. I grabbed Tanya and forced her face down on the premier granite counter top that Bella had left spotless. I reached under her skirt to find her bare for me. I didn't ask if it was okay, I just dropped my scrubs and thrust into her, fucking hard on the counter that Bella had taken six months to pick out.

I was like a kid in the candy store as I moved from room to room, fucking Tanya as she complied with my every whim. She didn't care if I bent her over the couch or demanded that she suck me off while sitting in my office chair. She greedily agreed to every position and every room of my house, as I eradicated the life I had with Bella, thrust by thrust into the girl.

I was giddy with excitement, and that kept my stamina up as I fucked this girl like a twenty-year old boy, not the thirty-six year old man I had grown into, not that Tanya cared about my age even though I was sixteen years older than she.

The day passed into night, and I would take breaks from fucking the girl to rest and recuperate. It was during one of those lulls of time that I discovered that Tanya was greatly impressed with my wife.

"Your wife is beautiful," Tanya said off handedly, as she motioned toward the picture of Bella and Seth that graced the wall of our living room, as she lounged naked on our couch. I hadn't thought about Bella being beautiful in years at that point, so her comment startled me.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled, as Tanya grabbed another picture of Bella and me that was on the end table beside her.

"I wonder what she would think of you like this," she remarked casually, as she turned to me with a wide-eyed look that always made me doubt her intelligence.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, confused as to what she was getting at with her comments.

"Well, I mean, look at this picture. You look so happy together, and yet here you are with me in your house, fucking me like it's your last chance at pussy," she said, with a quiet snicker at her own joke as she motioned toward the photo. We were happy in that photo and so damn in love that it made others around us sick.

"Enough talk," I stammered, as I thought of Bella, alone at the bed and breakfast, waiting for me, thinking that I was stuck at work. Instead, I was here fucking a girl in my house just to get some high off of fucking her in my wife's bed.

I grabbed Tanya by her hand and pulled her up off the couch and lead her back to my bedroom, the one I shared with my wife. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the door and then pushed Tanya inside since there was no going back now.

I ripped the covers off the bed to discover the navy blue sheets that I had bought since they looked amazing next to Bella's skin. I found it to be fitting that I would fuck this girl on the sheets I had bought to fuck my wife on. I was doing this to punish her for her lack of concern for me.

Tanya was already naked, so I just shoved her face first into the bed and grabbed her hips before lining myself up at her opening. I slid into her sopping wet pussy; it was filled with cum after all the times I had fucked her already that day.

"Jesus, Edward, take it easy," she huffed at me, as she grimaced in pain from the movement. Tanya had complained that she was sore, but I didn't care. This is what I needed to do. I was driven to fuck her in my bed. I couldn't tell you why at the time, but looking back I can now say I know why I needed that so badly. I needed to fuck her in my marriage bed as a final fuck you to Bella. She had hurt me, and now I would hurt her.

I pounded into Tanya hard, not caring that she was whining that it hurt as I punished my wife for all the sins that I had heaped upon her. I would shift Tanya into different positions as I continued to fuck her with wild abandon, yet nothing was getting me closer to my finish. I pulled out of her and grabbed a shirt off the chair nearby and wiped off her sopping pussy, thinking that it was just too wet for me to even feel anything. In my heart, I knew that wasn't the reason. I wasn't getting off, because in my heart I knew it was wrong. It was wrong to bring this girl back to my house. It was wrong that I was even fucking with her to begin with, but I couldn't stop now. The evil voice in my mind reminded me that without her I would go back to nothing, with no one wanting me, and wasn't better to be wanted by someone than to be wanted by no one at all?

After a few more moments of thrusting deep into Tanya's willing pussy, I pulled out and grabbed the bottle of lube off of the chair. I had tossed it there when we walked in the room to fuck. I decided to fuck her tight little ass, knowing that the epic dirtiness of it would get me off quickly.

I slowed my thrusting as I poured the lube over Tanya's little asshole, rubbing it a circular motion as Tanya jerked in surprise at my actions.

"It's ok, baby," I whispered to her in a ragged tone, as I was breathless from all my excursions. I continued to fill her pussy slowly, as Tanya relaxed enough to let me slip a finger into her tight little hole. We had anal sex in the past, but it was not something that Tanya had enjoyed. She had done it because I had demanded it, just like everything else when it came to my time with her.

"That's it, baby" I encouraged, as her ass seemed to open for me as I slipped out of her wet pussy with ease, and she groaned from the lack of contact. I poured the lube down my already wet dick and then slowly pushed into her tight little ass. Tanya whined in pain, as I pushed past her opening. She had tightened it in pain, trying to keep me out, as if that would stop me.

"Jesus, Eddie, I'm so fucking full it hurts," she moaned to me, as I watched her arms shake to keep her upright. A quiver settled over her body while I invaded her.

"Breathe, Tan, breathe me in, and I swear to god, it will be so fucking good," I promised her with my golden tongue of lies, knowing that I could give a fuck if it was good for her or not. I listened to Tanya's ragged breathing as she tried to relax while slowly, inch, by inch, I slid my dick into her ass until I was all the way inside of her with my balls brushing against her wet pussy.

I shifted us over a little and took hold of Tanya's hand as I gritted my teeth against the tight sensation of being in her ass. Tanya groaned in what seemed to be a mix of pleasure and pain. I brought her hand up to her pussy and combined our fingers together so we were fingering her pussy as one large hand, and she moaned softly from the distraction.

"Feel me," I whispered to her as I pushed our combined fingers inside of her, brushing my hard dick that was buried in her ass from the other side of the thin membrane that separated the space.

"Feel me inside of you," I whispered to her again, as I pushed our fingers deeper into her pliable pussy that seemed to open up to take both our hands inside. Her shaky fingers slipped along the outline of my hard dick causing me to hiss as I remained motionless inside of her, allowing her to adjust to my size as I filled her ass.

"Feel how wet you are from my cum," I whispered to her, moving our fingers together, covering them in the sticky mess of cum while twisting them to graze against her g-spot - causing her to shudder wildly. My dirty words and subtle actions caused Tanya to relax enough so I could start to move slowly inside of her.

"Fuck yourself with your pretty little fingers, baby, while I fuck your tight little ass, baby," I said to her, pulling out of her ass almost completely, causing her to groan in relief before I thrust inside of her again, earning myself a loud squeal of pleasure and pain. Tanya's fingers worked frantically fingering herself while slipping up to tweak her clit, trying to distract herself from the pain of my invasion.

I soon forgot about Tanya's moans, as I lost myself to thrusting in and out of her tight ass. I knew I wouldn't last as I watched myself disappear inside of her while feeling her fingers caresses me from the inside as I filled her.

"Gonna cum in your ass," I managed to stutter through gritted teeth, as all my focus settled on my dick glistening with lube as I pushed myself as deep inside of her as I could. The burn of my orgasm came quick as I thrust erratically into her ass, filling her with cum, as she half moaned and half cried beneath me.

I opened my eyes once I caught my breath; when I had cum I closed them from the intense sensation of fucking her ass into completion. I looked down and found myself still buried dick deep inside of Tanya while she lay quivering beneath me. I heard her soft cry but it seemed far off.

"Are you okay?" I managed to ask her, as I moved to pull out of her slowly so I could enjoy the show of me vacating her body. Before Tanya had a chance to say a word, I heard a soft sob come from the door way. I turned slightly to find my wife, Bella. She was standing there with her hand over her mouth in shock, as she stared at me with horror in her eyes. She had caught me; pants down, dick deep in another woman, and there was nothing I could've said in my defense.

AN pt 2:

Thanks for reading! A special thanks goes out to MommaLaura for beta'ing this hot mess. You are amazing and extremely patient with me over my love of long sentences : )

Ok, well, what can I say? I know there are a lot of Cheaterward fics out there now and trust me when I say I love them, but I wanted to do one that was a little different. It is my hope for this fic that I am able to capture the real life selfishness that goes into cheating.

Now for business … This will be an EPOV only story. If you are really all that interested in what Bella thinks let me know and maybe an outtake can be worked out. I currently have about five chapters done and it is my plan to up date a week on Friday until the story complete. Shocking huh? I have never committed to a posting schedule so this is new for me as well.

I will be posting teaser on my facebook account which is Mamasutra Fanfiction. I will also post some teasers on my blogs that are found under my profile. I am trying to get a banner made for this so watch for that as well : )

Until next Friday….

Take care,

Mamasutra

Xoxo

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