Additional Characters: Mr. Cake
Contains contemplating/slight fantasizing about past cheating, brief guilt/anxiety, justifying of said past cheating, bad sex with quick and fake orgasms, and an ending promising more cheating to cum!

“AH!” Mrs. Cake shrieked as she woke up in the bed by herself in a cold sweat, the fear only doubled by the lack of her husband in their bed. Did somebody from the nightclub tip him off somehow? Was he already filing the divorce papers? Not even bothering to fix her unkempt mane, Mrs. Cake rushed out of the room and galloped down the stairs like a group of timberwolves were after her, bolting into the kitchen and staring into Mr. Cake’s wide eyes on the other side of the counter.

“Honey, you alright?” Mr. Cake tilted his head with a small frown. “Is there an emergency? Oh! You were wondering where the twins are, right? Pinkie has them at the castle, and Sugar Belle is off on a delivery order. Was that what the problem was?”

“Um, y-yes!” Mrs. Cake gasped, feeling even more seething frustration at herself for not even thinking to ask where her own children were. “Sweetheart, did you need any help back here? I had a really bad dream, and I might just hang out at the counter and cool off.”

“Yeah, of course,” Mr. Cake nodded. “Is there anything else I can do at all?”

“No, that’s okay,” Mrs. Cake turned her tail to her husband as she was already out the door. “Thank you for thinking of me, hun.”

Feeling a twist in her heart from not having done the same for him, nor her family in general, Mrs. Cake felt her chest tightening as she walked behind the counter and waited for customers to show up with the same thought piercing her brain in all of its ugly truth.

I can’t believe I cheated on my husband last night! And in public no less! At least with toys it was just by myself, and Dusty was giving me a paid massage…and with the gloryhole, at least I wasn’t actually fucking anypony and I was earning a profit through oral massages! But having that moment of passion with that young zebra was just cheating plain and simple! There’s no other way of looking at what I did. I didn’t need to make out or blow Raza to lift his confidence, that was purely for me and my desires. And I gave my body fully to somepony that wasn’t my husband. How am I supposed to go on with this having broken my vows?!

With the morning steadily going by, customers coming in and out of Sugarcube Corner without the establishment getting too busy, Mrs. Cake tried her damned best to ignore the gnawing feeling of shame and guilt that came with each time a customer looked her in the eyes and placed an order. She swore that with each look they gave, no matter how absentminded or intense it was, that they knew what she did last night. The fact that her fellow mothers gave no indication that they even heard Mrs. Cake do anything mattered little. And the only relief that Mrs. Cake had from her barely restrained panic attack was when Pinkie walked back inside Sugarcube Corner in the early afternoon humming a happy tune as she had the Cake twins on her back. Mrs. Cake’s heart blossomed from seeing her foals, her pride and joy despite her decisions, as she rushed out from behind the counter and to them. Picking them up and placing them on her back, Mrs. Cake turned her head over her shoulder to coo at them and make foalish noises back at them as they squealed with delight.

“Were they alright at the castle?” Mrs. Cake turned to Pinkie, who had quietly stood there the whole time with a big smile and a twitching tail.

“Oh absolutely!” Pinkie nodded her head faster than Mrs. Cake could keep up, and the chubby blue mare felt a little better knowing that her foals weren’t affected by her absence. “And they’re all fed and cleaned, so don’t worry about that.”

“You’re too kind, Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake grinned. “Do you think you could take over the counter while I spend some time with them and make sure Mr. Cake and Sugar Belle are good?”

“Yupporoni!” Pinkie bounced over the counter and took her place with a mock salute and a wink in Mrs. Cake’s direction, allowing the chubby blue mare to take her foals to the kitchen where Sugar Belle was stirring batter in a bowl and Mr. Cake was checking a tray of cupcakes in the oven. As soon as the yellow stallion closed the oven and looked over his shoulder, his eyes lit up at seeing his own foals on top of their mother’s back. Trotting up to them, Mr. Cake cooed and kissed the foreheads of his foals before kissing his wife’s forehead.

“Glad we could all be together, work has been so busy,” Mr. Cake chuckled. “Did you want to keep an eye on the oven while I get them settled in the playpen?”

“Yeah, of course,” Mrs. Cake didn’t protest, not when staring at the oven actually gave her a chance to properly contemplate what her decision meant for the family she was currently with. Turning sideways so that her husband would pick up their foals and take them to the playpen in the corner of the kitchen safe from any sharp utensils, Mrs. Cake waited till he did so before trotting to the oven and taking a deep breath to slightly alleviate her nerves from the growing fear that she may have just destroyed everything.

This would be so much easier if I was purely staying with him for the business and our foals, but by Celestia, I still love him! It’s clear by the warmth in my heart when I look into his eyes, but then again, how could a mare in love with her husband do what she did? What else is she supposed to do when said husband isn’t physically capable of satisfying her sexual needs? Does that even make her a bad mare when she exhausted every option to meet her needs without cheating first?

The last thought flicked a switch inside her brain, and her guilt steadily flowed away as she followed that thought further.

Would it be better to just stay faithful and let the resentment blow up, causing a messy divorce where we fight for custody of the foals? Or should I just love him the best I can, and get my sexual needs fulfilled elsewhere in order to best take care of my family and husband? There are open marriages, but that would require me to be honest about the fact that I’ve started without him! And the likelihood that he would even agree to it is slim to none, with the chance of Carrot Cake being angry instead being way more likely! Just taking matters into my own hooves is way more responsible, and leaves my business and family intact.

That line of thinking really should’ve made any normal mare hurt and resigned to seeking elsewhere in a relationship that shouldn’t be that way. But instead, Mrs. Cake smirked at the oven as her tail swayed back and forth without a care in the world. The plan that was steadily moving into motion only made Mrs. Cake’s anxiety went away as she realized that she wouldn’t have to snap at her husband over their bedroom life again. She could run her business without stress plaguing her, and better yet, properly take care of her family…

Throughout the rest of the day from the bright afternoon to the end of the night, Mrs. Cake felt a 180 in her mind, body, and soul. She happily greeted each new customer with an extra pep in her voice, even threw in extra treats in the bags of new customers and regulars, and generally asked about how their days were. When they inevitably asked the chubby blue business owner how she was doing, Mrs. Cake would tell them that she was doing fantastic and simply leave it at that. Although the once forbidden thought crossed her mind of how customers would react if she cheerfully told them that she got railed by a zebra out of wedlock the night before. She giggled to herself as she imagined their gobsmacked faces, opening the door and putting the Closed sign over the door handle before closing the door and locking it for the night. Feeling a familiar hot breath near her ear, Mrs. Cake smiled as she looked to her husband right behind her. While her heart still skipped a beat at her husband’s gentle green eyes, any semblance of sexual attraction was but a dwindling flame. She need not worry about being dry as a desert, knowing that the sexual fantasies she now had to work with would keep her wet enough to happily act as the dutiful wife.

“Perhaps you could use another sexy session with me?” Mr. Cake smirked, giving a wink that lasted a second too long. To which Mrs. Cake managed to maintain her smile while still rolling her eyes a little. Even his way of initiating stuff for carnal affairs was flatout embarrassing at best, and Mrs. Cake was becoming more certain that her interest in him was more of his personality than anything else, as much as most ponies would gawk at the mean thought if she dared spoke it aloud. He had a heart of gold, but the lanky stallion barely had the strength or youth to move stuff around in the bakery, let alone to try and fuck her half as hard as Raza did the night before. Shrugging and blowing a kiss, Mrs. Cake trotted up the stairs and into their bedroom, leaving the bedroom door open as she jumped on the bed and chose not to wear anything special. She probably would again on very rare occasion to not raise suspicion, but with her lack of interest in impressing her husband, Mrs. Cake simply laid on her back like last time and swished her tail back and forth.

With Mr. Cake entering the room moments after, shutting the door behind him, he smirked as he had already started jerking himself off to get hard. Slowly walking towards the bed, Mr. Cake narrowed his eyes with a deep smile as Mrs. Cake assumed he was trying to give her bedroom eyes.

“I am going to rut you nice and good,” Mr. Cake assured her as he let go of his fully hard dick and approached the foot of the bed, to which Mrs. Cake felt a tiny twinge of annoyance in sharp contrast to the brazen fury she felt when they were in a nearly identical situation several weeks ago. Pushing the feeling down with reassurance that this wasn’t her entire sex life, Mrs. Cake managed a moan as Mr. Cake stood over her and sunk his length inside. The realization that her husband was sticking his dick inside the exact same spot Raza was plowing away not 24 hours ago, actually made Mrs. Cake more than wet enough to comfortably take his pathetic dick. Biting her lip and blushing as she remembered the way that Raza had looked at her, Mr. Cake proceeded to pull out most of his length before slamming it back in with a chuckle. Giving a few more thrusts, her husband gained a hint of bravado.

“Oh, already getting excited?” Mr. Cake looked smug, and Mrs. Cake didn’t even bother to correct him in any sort of way. “Well there’s more where that came from-oh shit.”

Feeling a sudden surge of hot seed flowing inside her, not failing to notice that her husband’s load didn’t even amount to half the amount that Raza had for her in the creampie he delivered to her needy MILF cunt the night before, Mrs. Cake restrained herself from full on laughing at her husband as she came up with a clever plan. Rolling her eyes to the back of her head and purposefully clenching her vaginal walls down on Mr. Cake’s softening cock, the chubby blue mare gave a theatrical moan before relaxing her body and closing her eyes.

“Oh thank Celestia,” Mr. Cake chuckled, and Mrs. Cake cracked one eye open as she looked at him. “I really didn’t expect to cum right then and there, but I’m glad I could get you off as well. Shall we go to bed?”

Mrs. Cake nodded her head as she jumped off the bed to get underneath the covers, with her husband following in her hoofsteps. The slightly dirty bedsheets could wait till tomorrow morning, as Mrs. Cake brought her relaxing mind to taking more time off from the business and giving herself quality time. Namely, stopping by a certain massage parlor and scheduling another appointment…