This story will be the last that I will write for Loving Wives. I have enjoyed reading the cheating wife stories and wanted to write some of my own. I realize that my first attempts were not very good, but with each story I tried improve. I have written these stories for two reasons: My own enjoyment and to show how I would handle a cheating wife and her lover.
A wife strays while husband is temporarily out of the country. This story is purely fiction.
I recently was hired to consult with the IAEA in Europe concerning some nuclear issues in the Middle East. Most of the time I was in Europe but some of the time I was in a Middle Eastern country inspecting a nuclear facility. I was gone the whole month of June and I was looking forward to returning to my wife and my home in Colorado.
While I was in Europe, I read stories from Literotica on my laptop every evening instead of going out drinking or getting into trouble. I really enjoyed reading the "romantic" and "erotic coupling" stories, but they made me feel lonely and horny for my wife. So I switched to reading the "cheating wife" stories. My favorite ones were the ones with forgiveness and redemption, however, I disliked the "burn the bitch" ones or the "wimp husband" ones. Little did I know that I had a problem brewing at home.
I, Jim Reynolds, 57, am a Nuclear Engineer which means I studied mechanical engineering with a specialty in nuclear energy. When I graduated, nuclear power generating plants were no longer being built so I had to scramble to find a job. I worked a short time for a contractor who was working at a nuclear weapons plant that was about 10 miles from Boulder. I got to know the Department of Energy (DOE) engineering staff at the plant so I started my own company and provided consulting work directly to DOE. Over the years I worked for several government agencies doing nuclear consulting work. Through my work and through the many technical papers that I have written, I became recognized in the field of nuclear weapons. Except for some field work, I do all my work from my office in my home. Yes, it is my home because I owned it prior to my marriage.
My wife of 24 years, Ann, works as an Executive Personal Assistant to the CEO of a large engineering firm in Denver. She has her MBA and does a lot of legal and contract work for the firm. She is a very attractive woman even though she is 49. Her hair is mostly light brown with blonde streaks that is usually worn in a pony tail which gives her a youthful appearance. She is slightly on the heavy side which is exactly what I desire. Ann has nice tits which border between a large C cup and a D cup.
Ann had several lovers before we were married. I actually preferred that she had experienced sex with other men prior to our marriage. She not only knew how to satisfy a man but she knew what an orgasm was and how to achieve it. Before I was married, I had dated and slept with several young women. They didn't know what to do in bed nor how to achieve their own orgasm; they typically just laid there and let it happen. Somehow Ann was different. She was an active partner in bed and was very vocal when she had an orgasm. Also, there was nothing that she would not do or try. I probably shouldn't say this, but she is almost a nymphomaniac in bed which suits me just fine.
Ann has always shaved her pussy even before I met her. I prefer a smooth pussy especially when I am giving oral sex. She did not shave it for me but rather because she preferred the look. After we were married, she had her pussy lasered smooth. Ann prefers to wear a diaphragm rather than take the pill as she is very concerned about all the side effects. I benefit from that form of birth control because I have a difficult time with condoms. My dick is larger than most men I have seen at college or in the gym. I cannot wear a regular condom as they are too tight and they usually break just trying to get them on. Fucking with a condom was the worst as I was not able to enjoy the feeling of the vagina. Recently, extra large condoms for men of my size are now available but were not available when I was dating.
We discussed having children but both our professions require dedication and long hours such that we would not be able to give children the time and attention that they need.
FRIDAY:
My contract ended the last day of June, but there were things that needed to be cleared up and the earliest flight home was on Friday, the 5th of July. I had to take the train to Frankfurt on the 4th and then catch a direct flight to Denver on the 5th. As the plane landed at the Denver Int. Airport, I saw the wonderful blue skies and the Rocky Mountains that I had missed in Europe. I was looking forward to a loving welcome home from my wife.
Ann had agreed to pick me up at the airport because I didn't want to leave my car at the airport for a month. As I waited for my bags, I kept looking for my wife but she did not appear to be at the airport. I admit that I was expecting some hugs and kisses to welcome me home. I called her cell phone and her work phone about 6 times each but each time both went to voice mail. I left her a message each time but apparently she wasn't getting them. After waiting over an hour for her, I left her a message on her cell phone that I was taking a taxi home.
As I was riding home in the taxi, seeing the lovely mountains told me that I was home. I had really missed them while in Europe. When the taxi dropped me off in front of my house, I gathered my luggage and walked to our front door. When I unlocked the front door, I found the house dark and no wife. I opened the house door to the garage and noticed that her car was missing. Where was my wife and why wasn't she at the airport? I put my suitcases in our bedroom and I put my handgun in my safe in my office. I went to the kitchen for a cold Coke. I was hungry so I ordered a pizza. When it arrived, I ate half and saved half for my wife. About 8 pm our home phone rang.
"Hello," I said.
"Honey, it is me. Sorry I am so late but I am working on a big project at work. I didn't get your messages until just now in the car. I will be home shortly. Love you!" my wife said.
She arrived home about 8:30 that night. She rushed over to me and gave me a big hug but no kiss.
"Welcome home, Honey. I didn't kiss you because I have very bad breath. I really missed you a lot," Ann said.
"I was hungry so I had pizza for my supper and there is half left if you are hungry," I said.
"Thanks, but I am not hungry. What I do need is a shower and a toothbrush. It has been a very long day. Come on up and talk to me while I shower," she said she and ran upstairs.
I grabbed another Coke and headed upstairs. She was already in the shower when I got to our bathroom.
"Honey, I don't understand why you weren't at the airport," I said.
"It was just work. I didn't get to leave until it was too late. I am glad that you are back because I missed you a lot," she said.
She got out of the shower and I handed her a towel. I noticed that she threw away a disposable douche container. So she douched while in the shower? She only does that after she has been fucked. WTF?
"It has been a long day and I know that I have really bad breath. Let me brush my teeth and I will give you a good welcome home kiss," she said.
When she finished, she kissed me with minty fresh breath and headed for the bedroom.
As she crawled into bed, she said, "My pad rubbed me raw today so I need to wait until tomorrow for any sex. I will make it up to you though. Would you mind putting my prescription cream on it for me," she said.
I grabbed the tube of cream and followed her into the bedroom. She spread her legs and her pussy was a real mess. Everything was red and puffy and her inner lips and around the vagina looked like an abrasion. I could see that a pad could rub the outer pussy lips raw but it could not cause the damage around her vagina that I saw. I applied the cream.
I was tired from the long airline trip home so I joined her in bed and immediately went to sleep.
SATURDAY:
Ann fixed a nice breakfast for us. She cleared away the dishes and sat down with me at the table with her coffee. We have always had our conversations at the kitchen table. I brought up the subject of the airport incident.
"Explain to me again why you didn't pick me up at the airport yesterday," I asked.
"We are working on the presentation for our Cincinnati project. I know that I told you all about it in my emails. I had planned to be finished with this part of the project before quitting time so that I could meet you at the airport. One of the engineers caught a major mistake so we had to redo the presentation and I was too late to get you. I had left my cell phone in my purse and did not hear your calls until I was in the car," Ann said.
"I had called both your cell phone and your work phone. If you were at work, why didn't you answer your work phone?" I asked.
"I was back and forth with the engineers and I probably just missed it," she said.
"I think you should have called me and told me that you were not coming. When I called you, it went right to voice mail like you had turned off your phone. It certainly was not the welcome home that I had expected," I said.
"I am sorry that I didn't call but I was very busy at the time," she replied.
"I still haven't heard you say that you are sorry that you failed to pick me up and left me stranded at the airport. Everything you are talking about is all about you and your work. You haven't even asked me about my trip," I said.
"Oh Honey! I am sorry that I didn't pick you up. I was just very busy. I didn't plan to be late or to miss picking you up," she said.
She got up and came to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek.
"That reminds me. I haven't had any loving for a month so I am very horny. I am warning you that I am locked and loaded for an adventure tonight," I said.
"Sure, Honey. We need to celebrate your return home. Would you come grocery shopping with me today so that I can prepare whatever meals that you are craving?" my wife asked.
"Yes," I replied.
We bought several hundred dollars worth of groceries and I helped her put them away in the kitchen. I went to my office in my house and worked on my expense report.
That evening after a wonderful home-cooked meal, we watched TV together and later headed up to our bedroom. We both took a shower and then went to bed. I reached for my wife and pulled her to me.
"I warned you that I was horny," I said.
"Honey, I told you that my pad rubbed my pussy raw yesterday. I couldn't change the pad because I forgot to take some spares with me. Would you put some of my prescription cream on it for me? It has hurt all day and I don't think I can have sex tonight. Could I give you a blowjob instead? Maybe tomorrow it will be better," she said.
"Heck yes! You give the best blow jobs that I have ever had," I said.
I pulled the covers down and crawled down between her legs. Sure enough, her pussy was still very raw looking and her pussy lips were red and swollen. I went into our bathroom and returned with her tube of prescription cream. I carefully rubbed it on her pussy.
"Thank you, Honey. It feels better already. Now lay down so that I can welcome you home," my wife said.
It wasn't the full-blown sexual Olympics I had expected, but her BJs are the best I have ever had and she swallows so that there is no mess.
FIRST WEEK HOME - SUNDAY (The next day):
After breakfast, my wife said that she was going to cook all day so that we would have special dinners for the coming week. She said she was making some of my favorite entrees. Ann is an excellent cook and it is beginning to show around my waist. I decided to go to the shooting range for the day and practice with my handgun. Next month I have to take my re-qualification tests at the government range for my firearms permit.
That evening my wife was still complaining about her pussy still hurting. I looked at it when we crawled into bed and it was still red and angry looking. I applied some more of her prescription cream to it. No sex at all that night because she was too tired from being on her feet cooking all day.
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The next few days were fairly normal for us. Ann worked all day and then came home to make dinner for us. During the day I worked on my final report for the feds about my trip to Europe. At night I would ask for some loving, but every night she was too tired. I have to agree that I was also tired because my body was having a hard time adjusting to our time zone from Vienna time zone. Although I did not get any loving, I did hold her all night.
FIRST WEEK HOME -- WEDNESDAY:
Although my wife normally leaves work at 5 pm and is home by 5:30, tonight she arrived at home at 8:00 p.m. When she came in, she gave me a hug but no kiss. Her breath smelled of liquor.
"Wow, you are quite late tonight and you didn't call either. I called your office phone and your cell phone but you didn't answer, I have been worried about you," I said.
"We are working on the big Cincinnati project. When we finished for today, we all went to the bar next door to our building for a quick drink to celebrate finishing this section. There is nothing for you to worry about, Honey," my wife replied.
"I think there is some hanky panky going on because you say that you are at work but you don't answer your work phone," I said.
"Honey, I am sorry. Maybe it was when we left for the bar next door," she replied.
I noticed that her blouse was buttoned up wrong and very noticeable.
"Go look in the mirror. Your blouse is buttoned wrong. It looks like someone was playing with your tits," I said.
My wife had a puzzled look on her face, but walked over to the hallway mirror.
"Oh, God! I... I ah.... I spilled my drink down the front of me at the bar and went to the Ladies Room to soak it up. I must have buttoned it up wrong. There was not much light in the bar bathroom," my wife lied.
Heading for the stairs, my wife said, "I would like to take a nice hot shower and go right to bed because I am really tired from these long days. Come up when you are ready."
I followed her upstairs to our bedroom. She ran immediately into the bathroom and locked the door. I undressed and sat on the bed and waited for her. She finally came out with a towel around her. She dropped it and crawled into bed. I followed her into bed.
"Ann, your actions tonight are very suspicious. You came home late because you say you are working late but you don't answer your work phone. You smell of liquor and your blouse is all messed up. I can't help thinking that you were out drinking with someone and not at work as you say you were. Whomever you were drinking with played with your tits and you didn't button your blouse correctly in your hurry to get home. If you are doing anything that could affect our marriage, you should tell me now before it is too late," I said.
"Honey, I have told you that it is just work. Believe me. I love you a lot. How about I give you a blowjob tonight?" she asked.
"Ann, I know something is going on with you and you can't make me forget about it by giving me a blowjob. Good night!" I said. We turned out the lights and I thought I heard my wife crying into her pillow.
FIRST WEEK HOME -- THURSDAY:
We ate breakfast without talking. Every time I looked at my wife she would drop her eyes as if she feeling guilty. After breakfast she ran upstairs and dressed for work.
Something is going on with my wife. Her late arrival at home last night was very suspicious. If she was working late, then why didn't she answer her work phone? Why was her blouse all messed up? I am pretty certain that someone did play with her tits. I am almost certain that she is fooling around with someone. If she were seeing someone while I was gone to Europe, she most likely would have brought them here to the house because it would be very private, and it would be cheaper than going to a motel or hotel.
After my wife left for work this morning, I decided to inspect my house for any evidence of an affair. I ran up to our bedroom and the first thing I looked for was her diaphragm. She always keeps it in the nightstand beside our bed. The plastic case was slightly moist from being cleaned this morning and inside there was the freshly-powdered diaphragm with a couple of moist spots from washing. Why would my wife be wearing her diaphragm last night if she was at work? She is definitely fooling around with someone. I am not getting any sex but someone is!
I thoroughly searched her clothing drawers and clothes closet in our bedroom but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I looked under the bed and I found a foil condom wrapper near the head of the bed by the waste basket. Someone missed the waste basket and the wrapper ended up several feet back under the bed. Bingo! My wife has a lover because I don't use condoms. I have not left the house since I have been back, so this condom wrapper must be from the time while I was in Europe. I ran down to the kitchen and grabbed a baggie. I returned to our bedroom and crawled under the bed to pick up the condom wrapper and put it into the baggie. I will need this when I confront my wife.
Next I went to the dirty clothes basket in the master bath. I found several pairs of her panties. Down deep I found a black thong and the crotch was still moist. She has never had or worn a thong before so why now and why hide it in the dirty clothes basket.
I decided to wait to confront her until I can find out whom she is fucking. I need to know the man's name because I want to deal with him as well as with my wife. It takes two to cheat!
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Tonight my wife came home at her normal time. She kissed me and gave me a hug but neither one had any love or feeling. It was like she was being forced to do it. I think I scared her last night. She cooked a nice meal but there was no talking during or after dinner. We watched some TV but still did not talk to each other. When we went to bed some time later, she gave me a blowjob saying she was tired but wanted to give me some "relief". Her BJs are excellent so the evening was not a total loss. However, I still have not been able to fuck my wife since my return. Something is very wrong!
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FIRST WEEK HOME - SATURDAY:
Saturday, Ann said that she was going shopping at the mall (without me) but I insisted that she needed to stay home with me. I explained to her that I had been away for a month, and I insisted that nothing was more important than spending time with her husband. I had a feeling that she was intending to meet her lover and I was not going to let that happen. I stayed near her all day and watched her to see if she called her lover to tell him that she had to stay home. She saw me watching her and became bitchy with me because I would not give her space to make the call.
When it was bed time, I tried to snuggle up with my wife and get some loving but she acted angry and laid on her side with her back to me.
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The next few days we both worked. We had breakfast together and she cooked us a nice dinner each night. There was no talking but I stared at her a lot and I could tell that it upset her. She looked guilty when I stared at her. When we went to bed, she always was too tired to have sex.
SECOND WEEK HOME -- WEDNESDAY:
Last Wednesday my wife came home late with her blouse buttoned wrong. Every day since then, I have checked her diaphragm; it was always in its case. This morning I went to our bedroom and checked her nightstand. Her diaphragm case was there but the diaphragm was missing! She must be planning something for tonight. If she is late again, I will confront her because I want this to stop even if I don't know who the guy is.
After lunch I called her office and she answered.
"This is Ann," she said.
"I am fixing a dinner for us tonight. Are you going to pull that late night stuff again tonight or will you be home at your regular time?" I asked.
"There is a chance that I might have to work just an hour tonight. I will call you when I leave work. I promise!" she said.
"You better call me because if you are late and I call your office and you don't answer, then you better get a motel room. You will not be welcome here!" I said.
"Honey, you are being silly. There is nothing to be concerned about," she said and hung up.
Ann did call me about 6:30 and said she was leaving for home. She arrived home at 7 pm and she once again smelled of alcohol. She gave me a nice hug but no kiss.
"Sorry I am late. I told you that we are working overtime on the contract. The owner of the architectural firm that is hiring us was in our office today helping me with the details. He took the team for a drink afterwards. I just had a shot and then left so that I would not be too late," my wife said.
I noticed a small white blob fairly low on the front of her blouse. It looked very much like semen to me.
"Honey, you have something on the front of your blouse and it didn't come from your work or the bar," I said with a smirk on my face.
She looked down trying to see the top portion of her blouse so I grabbed the bottom and held it up to her face. Her face went white and she tried to run upstairs, however, I grabbed her by the shoulders and made her face me.
"Ann, we both know what that is on your blouse. I think you better tell me what is going on," I said.
"Honey, it isn't what you think it is.... Well, it is, but.... oh shit!" my wife said.
"Come sit down on the couch with me and you are going to tell me exactly what is going on," I said.
I still had a hold on her shoulders. I guided her over to the couch and gently pushed her to sit down. I sat down beside her but I was ready to grab her again in case she tried to jump up and leave. Although I was very angry inside, I tried to be calm for the discussion.
"Ann, we have not fucked once since I have been home and I know why. I know that you are having an affair," I said.
My wife's face instantly went white and she looked afraid.
"I know that you were fucking someone while I was away and you were doing it in our bed upstairs," I said.
"Honey, how could you possibly know that?" my wife asked.
"I found a condom wrapper under our bed a couple of days after I returned from Europe and you know that I don't wear them. That tells me that you were fucking someone in our bed while I was gone," I said and I showed her the baggie with the condom wrapper inside. "You will recognize the brand name because I imagine that you have thrown many of them away while I was gone."
"Oh God!" my wife said. She looked terrified.
"I think that you are trying to continue your affair on these two Wednesdays. Last Wednesday you were late coming home and your blouse was buttoned up incorrectly, probably because you were letting someone play with your tits. Tonight you came home late with semen on your blouse. This morning I checked your nightstand and found your diaphragm was gone. You only wear your diaphragm when you are fucking. Care to explain that to me? " I said.
"Honey, I did not fuck anyone tonight and that is the truth," my wife said.
"Maybe, but you were planning to fuck your lover because that is why you wore your diaphragm. If you didn't fuck him, then you gave him a blowjob instead and spilled some on your blouse," I said.
My wife lowered her eyes and just nodded her head yes.
"You cannot be my wife because my wife would not do these things. Ever since I have come home, I have felt like I am living with a stranger. I know you are having an affair so don't try to lie your way out of it. I know it is getting late and you have to work tomorrow. We will discuss your affair tomorrow night but at least explain to me about these Wednesday nights," I said angrily.
"I.....I had told him it was over when you came home but...he....he convinced me to have a quickie after work," Ann said.
"Ann, I want all the details because I don't want something coming up in the future because you failed to tell me about it," I said firmly.
"He called me at work and said we could keep it short so that I would not be very late getting home and maybe you would not notice. Since you were here in the house, we could not come here, so we tried to do it in his car but it wasn't successful. Honey, are you sure that you want to hear all this?" Ann said.
"Yes, I want to hear every little detail," I said.
"Last Wednesday night he drove around for an hour trying to find a place to park which made me really late. We made-out for a while. He played with my tits and then fingered me to orgasm while we were kissing. We tried to fuck in the front passenger seat but his seats do no recline far enough. Then he wanted to fuck in the back seat but he was too tall and his back seat was too short. He became irritated so I gave him a blowjob so I could get home. It took him a long time to cum which didn't help. My jaws were so tired and sore that night. On my way home that night, I stopped at a liquor store and bought a pint of bourbon. When I got in our garage, I rinsed my mouth out to hide the semen odor. I figured that you would accept my story that I had a drink after work," my wife explained..
"And what about tonight?" I asked.
"He called me and wanted to have another quickie after work tonight. I told him that I almost was caught last Wednesday and the answer was no. When I left work, he was there waiting for me by my car. He insisted that we have a quickie again tonight and opened the door to his car.. I got in and we made-out for a while. He intended to do doggy position in his backseat, but just trying to get into position, he kept hitting his head on the roof of his SUV which made him angry. We didn't fuck, in fact, I never was undressed. I gave him a blowjob but he was having some trouble cumming. My jaws were getting tired so I finished him off with a hand job. That is how I must have gotten some on my blouse. I again rinsed my mouth with some bourbon in our garage to hide the blowjob. I made sure both times that I did not kiss you when I got home," my wife explained.
"Ann, are you so stupid that you would think that I would not notice you were late and your clothing was a mess? It seems like you wanted to be caught having an affair," I said.
Ann just looked down at the floor.
"Tell me who are you fucking?" I asked.
My wife started to cry and said, "No one that you would know."
"Ann, don't protect the guy because when I find out, I am going to teach him a lesson about fucking my wife," I said.
"Please don't do that. I don't want you going to jail," she said.
"You can either tell me his name or I will find out on my own and then things will be worse for both you and him," I said.
My wife just shook her head no. Ann is very stubborn and I knew that she would not reveal the man's name. I will have to find out his identity by some other means. Whoever he is, he is going to pay for fucking my wife.
"Why are you defending this guy? Are you in love with him?" I asked.
"Oh no! I only love you," my wife answered.
"You must have strong feelings for him because you have been denying me sex but giving it to your lover. So, do you intend to leave me for him?" I asked.
"Oh God no! It was just a little fling and I don't love him. I love only you. I would never leave you," she said.
"I am tired of being refused sex while you are fucking someone else. You have to make a choice: You either want him or me because you cannot have both. I also have a decision to make. Do I divorce you and find a woman who will give me sex or do I keep you? You will either end this affair tonight or else you must move out. Do you understand me?" I asked angrily.
My wife shook her head yes and was crying.
"It is late and you need to get to bed so that you can get up early for work. So, tomorrow while you are at work, I want you to make your decision. Do you want to stay married to me or do you want to keep on fucking your lover. You cannot have both. Also, consider what you would do if I were the one having an affair. Tomorrow night after work you will be here on time and we will discuss your affair without the damned lies. In the meantime, I will be considering what to do with you and what to do about your lover," I said angrily.
My wife had stopped crying but said nothing.
"Go clean up and get to bed. I am tired of looking at you," I said.
Ann ran up stairs and into the bathroom. I heard her lock the door. She took a long shower and afterward came into our bedroom wearing just a towel. She dropped it seductively and crawled into bed. She laid on her side and patted the bed indicating that she was ready for me. I undressed and headed down the hall. I went into the guest bedroom and slammed the door. This is my house and I will not move out, but I don't have to sleep with her, especially in that bed.
A little later there was knocking on the guest bedroom door, then she opened the door just a couple of inches.
"Honey, please come sleep with me. I left my diaphragm in for us and it is unused. Let me show you just how much I love you. Please!" my wife said.
"So are you offering me sex now? You should have been giving me sex every day since I returned, but no, you were giving it to your lover. I have never had sex after someone else and I am not going to start now. I can't believe you, Ann. You really must think I am stupid. Go to bed!" I said.
SECOND WEEK HOME -- THURSDAY:
I left my house before my wife was up because I didn't want to deal with her this morning. I went for a long drive to clear my head. I needed time to think about what to do with Ann and her lover. I decided that I should talk with her boss about her working overtime.
Tom Merrill is the President and CEO of the engineering firm where my wife works. He and I are professional friends but not socializing friends. We see each other at the Monthly Professional Engineering Council meetings and have served on a couple of engineering committees together. I gave him a call on his cell phone so that my call would not be routed through my wife. I told him that I wanted to see him right away and asked him to meet me for an early lunch.
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I arrived at the restaurant a little early and got a table back in the corner.
"Hello Tom," I said when he arrived and I shook his hand. "I asked for a corner table so that we can talk privately."
"Jim, it is good to see you. Your wife tells me that you have spent all of June in Europe. How did you like it?" Tom asked.
"The work was very interesting but part of it was quite dangerous. We had armed guards with us at all times when on site and I had to carry my handgun on my hip. The evenings were always lonesome and I missed being here with my wife," I answered.
"I have kept her busy to keep her from missing you too much," Tom said jokingly.
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about, Tom. She has been coming home late, like 8 pm or later, from work and smelling of liquor. She said she was late because she had to work late. What exactly are you guys working on?" I asked.
"I haven't had her stay after work in over a year, and when I did, we quit at 6 pm. Ann has been working on the presentation and the contract for a large project for a couple of weeks now but there is no overtime authorized," he explained.
"Tom, I also wanted to ask you why she had to stay late the night I came home from Europe. She failed to pick me up at the airport and I had to take a taxi home. Ann said it was because you had her working on the project," I said.
"Jim, she left work early that Friday because she told me that she had to meet you at the airport," Tom said. "I don't understand why she failed to meet you!"
"Really? Everything that you have told me confirms my suspicions. Thanks for your valuable input. I now know that she is spending time with someone and she is lying about it to me," I said.
"Jim, I am sorry to hear all this. I have always held Ann to a high standard. I am very surprised that she is doing something behind your back. It does answer some stuff I have heard around the office about Ann. That is gossip so I would rather not say anything," Tom said.
"Since I have been back, she is like a different person. Could you keep an eye on her and let me know if you notice anything?" I asked.
"I would be happy to do that for you. If there is anything else I can do for you, just call me on my cell phone anytime," he said.
After my meeting with Tom, I know that she was not working overtime but she was fucking someone!
In the "cheating wife" stories I have read, the husband always hires a private detective to get the documentation needed for a divorce. Although I could afford to hire one, we live in a small town and there isn't one within several hundred of miles from us. The main reason I have not confronted my wife yet is that I wanted to know whom she is fucking. Although I am very angry with my wife, I am really blaming the guy because there is a good chance that he is seducing her because Ann has never shown an interest in other men. He convinced her to have sex even though I was back home. I want to personally teach him a lesson. I decided to set a trap for my wife and her lover.
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My wife came home at her usual 5:30 time. When she walked in, she tried to give me a quick kiss but I moved so that she could not. She just said, "I am sorry!" She ran upstairs and I could hear her crying in our bedroom. Later she came downstairs in casual clothes. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She made us dinner but there was no conversation while we ate.
Finally I broke the silence by saying, "I had planned to discuss your infidelity tonight, however, I have an emergency meeting at Pantex in Texas tomorrow (Friday) so I don't have time tonight. I have to leave early tomorrow morning and will return early Saturday afternoon. Since I can't trust you to pick me up at the airport, I will drive my car.
"You need to use the time to decide if you want me or your lover. I have told you that you cannot have us both. If you want your lover, then I expect you to be gone when I return from Texas. Take what you need for a few days. I will make arrangements for you to get the rest of your stuff. I don't give a shit where you go, just be gone from my house.
"However, if you decide that you want to stay with me, then be here ready to fully discuss you affair when I return so don't plan anything for either Saturday or Sunday. Ann, drop the lies because I know more than you think I do."
I went into the guest bedroom and locked the door. There was no knocking on the door tonight.
SECOND WEEK HOME -- FRIDAY:
Even though it was earlier than our normal wake-up time, Ann was already up and was making breakfast for us. When I walked into the kitchen, she started to give me a hug but I waved her off. Her eyes were red and puffy so I knew that she had been crying. I am not certain that she slept at all. I think she started breakfast when she heard me get up. After breakfast I packed some clothes and my laptop into a small overnight bag while my wife was watching.
"You are coming back to me, aren't you?" she asked.
"This is my house so I will return here Saturday afternoon. However, you have to decide if you are going to be living here or not," I said angrily.
"Honey, I will be here. You are my husband and I want only you," Ann said.
"I will call you tonight when my meeting is over. You better be here and you better answer my phone call. I will be home Saturday afternoon so have all your damned lovers out of here before I get home," I said.
"I promise that I will be the only one here Saturday," she said.
She walked me to the door and said, "Have a good trip! I love you!"
The Trap
I drove to the airport and parked in the same lot that I always use and then caught the bus to the car rental area. I drove the rental car back home and parked a couple of houses away from my house. I used my remote to open our garage door. My wife's car was gone so she must be at work. I called her at work on my cell phone just to make certain that she was at work.
"This is Ann," she answered her work phone.
"I forgot to thank you for breakfast. I know it was extra early," I said.
"It's OK, Honey. I wanted to show you that I love you," she said.
"I will be back on Saturday afternoon. While I am gone, think about what your life will be like without me or this house to live in," I said.
"Oh God! Don't say that. You are my husband and I will do anything I can to keep you. I promise that I will be at home waiting for you," Ann said.
She started with the "I am sorry" stuff so I hung up and walked to the backside of my house where there are no security cameras. I unlocked and entered through the back door.
Since the only evidence I have so far is the condom wrapper I found under our bed, I decided to start my search there. There was nothing under our bed so I looked in her nightstand and saw that her diaphragm was in its case. Maybe my catching her Wednesday night has stopped her extracurricular love life. I checked the sheets on our bed. They were freshly put on this morning so maybe she is expecting company tonight. She was using the white sheets with the green pine trees across the top edge. I remade the bed.
Next I checked the laundry basket in the bathroom. There were several of her panties in it but none looked suspicious but I did not find the black thong underwear. Maybe she has them on for her lover tonight.
I assumed that the guy must shower at my house before he goes home to his wife. I am going to stop that from happening tonight. I gathered all of the towels, both large and small, from the master bathroom, the guest bathroom and the linen closet. Whoa! Behind a stack of wash cloths in the linen closet, I found a glass with a toothbrush, a man's deodorant, an aftershave bottle and a large box of condoms. It was the same brand of condom that matched the wrapper that I had found under our bed. Yep, her lover cleans up here before returning to his wife. He probably does not spend the night because there were no shaving items. I left the guy's stuff where it was because he would need the condoms tonight. I took all the towels downstairs and threw them into a black trash bag and hid it in the garage. I hid my robe incase he tried to use it.
I checked the rest of the house and everything seemed normal. I cannot check her emails because she uses her laptop which she takes to work every day. After work, she brings her computer home but she keeps it where she can always see it, besides it and her phone are password protected.
I checked my house phone for phone calls. We have a "land line" through the internet which connects to my desktop computer in my office. My computer records phone numbers and names for all incoming and outgoing calls. I scrolled back to the month of June. I decided to look only at outgoing calls since there were so many spam phone calls in the incoming folder. I saw several phone calls to her elderly aunt in Florida but there were two phone calls to a number that was definitely suspicious. I called the number using the land line through the VPN in our computer so that the person could not see who was calling.
It rang twice and then was answered by a man. "Hello," he said.
"I am trying to reach Mrs. Waters. To whom am I speaking?" I asked.
"This is Frank Aarons. You have a wrong number," he said angrily.
"Sorry!" I said and hung up.
While I was on my computer, I researched him on the internet and found that he owns a large architectural firm in Denver. Thanks to a photograph of him on the company webpage I will be able to recognize him. I searched for him on the social media sites and found that he has a wife and 3 children. I know my wife is working on a large contract with an architectural firm - maybe it is his firm. If so, then these calls could be work related.
I went online to check our security camera and doorbell camera. The provider stores 30+ days of recordings on their website. Strangely enough, all of June was erased. Both my wife and I have access so she must have cleared the memory.
I grabbed some black clothing from my closet to wear tonight.
I left by the back door; however, I left it unlocked so that I could sneak in tonight. I did not want to use the front door because if it was unlocked, my wife would notice it, but we seldom use the back door. I drove to a nearby drug store and purchased a box of surgical gloves and a package of black COVID masks. I am not certain what will happen tonight but I don't want to leave any finger prints. Next I drove to a nearby cheap motel and rented a room for the night.
I know from the stories that I read about cheating wives, the husbands buy spy cameras and hide them to catch their wives. If I wanted to do that, I would have to order them and that could take several days to arrive. I will just use my cell phone tonight. While I was in my house, I did get my regular digital camera with the 300 mm telescopic lens for long distance shots.
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Affair Tonight
At the motel I dressed in all black clothing and had a black COVID facemask and surgical gloves in my pocket. I stopped at a pizza place and got one "to go" along with several soft drinks for my vigil tonight.
A little after 5 pm I parked the rental car near my house where I could view any activity around my house. About 5:30 my wife drove into our garage and closed the garage door. Yep, they were going to meet at my house tonight because if she were to meet him someplace, she would have left her car on the driveway.
There is the slim possibility that nothing will happen tonight because she may have stopped the affair as I told her to do. If nothing happens tonight, I will drop Frank Aarons' name in our confrontation discussions to see if I get a reaction.
Nothing happened until about 7 pm when a black Cadillac SUV pulled up on our driveway. Bingo! A tall, thin, nicely-dressed man got out and walked to our front door. He had some flowers and a bottle of wine with him. I saw my wife greet him at the door with a quick kiss. Using my telephoto lens on my digital camera, I got several shots of him approaching the house and of them kissing at the door to my house.
I drove in front of my house so that I could photograph his car license plate with my digital camera. I drove around the block and parked closer to my house where I could see our upstairs bedroom window. It was about an hour until I saw our bedroom light come on. I planned to wait about 15 minutes more for them to get undressed and fucking before I sneak back inside.
It has been 15 minutes so time to go! I put on my black mask and the surgical gloves. I had a black knit wool sock cap for my head. I walked to the back of my house avoiding our security cameras. The back door was still unlocked so I entered quietly. I looked around the living room and found a lot of evidence of the affair. On the coffee table were the flowers now in a vase, two used wine glasses, and the wine bottle that was about half full. Their clothes were scattered on the floor by the couch. The only clothes belonging to my wife was a summer dress and a black thong. No bra but she always takes off her bra when she gets home from work. There was certainly not much for her to take off.
Next I inspected the guy's clothes. I removed his wallet from his pants and inside I found his driver's license, credit cards and a lot of business cards but no money. His driver's license showed that his name was Frank Aarons; I photographed it with my cell phone. I put the wallet in my pocket for later use. I could not find his cell phone. He must have left it in his car. I had hoped to find it so that I could call his wife on it and invite her to join me while we watched them have sex. I found his car keys and put them in my pocket. Suddenly I had a great idea how to harass Frank tonight.
Our stairs have thick carpeting so I could quietly sneak upstairs to our bedroom. The bedroom door was open because we have never closed it since we moved in. I hid beside the doorway and held my cell phone against the door framing to keep the camera from jiggling. I could easily see them on the screen on my phone. I turned on the date feature and zoomed in for a better picture.
They were moving into the "doggy" position with the guy's back to me. I saw the large box of condoms on the nightstand. It was the same one that I found in our linen closet. I could not see my wife's face as she was turned to the side away from me. I recorded the entire doggy fucking episode including their orgasms. My wife had a loud orgasm so I know that she was enjoying the guy. The guy came after my wife. I could see his butt cheeks tighten with every shot of cum. He pulled out of my wife, pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor beside the bed. I retracted the cell phone because the guy laid down beside my wife after he came and I didn't want them to see my cell phone in the doorway. For a brief moment I wanted to rush in and hurt the guy. It would be easy to do because he was at a disadvantage by being undressed. Somehow that did not seem like a good idea because I could get arrested for assault. Besides, I had a plan to screw with the guy tonight and I better get started.
I quietly ran downstairs and left through the front door, running to Frank's Cadillac SUV. Using his keys, I started it. I called on my cell phone for an Uber to meet me at the address on Frank's driver's license. I drove quickly to his home and I parked the SUV on his driveway. I left his wallet and keys on the console between the front seats. Before I left his SUV, I covered my face with the mask in case he had a security camera or camera doorbell. I was waiting at the curb with my back to the house until the Uber arrived. When the Uber driver delivered me to my house, I tipped him very well and asked him to forget seeing me. I quietly entered through our front door this time and quietly crept up the stairs to our bedroom.
I peeked around the corner of the bedroom doorway and saw that my wife was lying on her stomach on the bed and Frank was lying on her back. They were fucking in the prone bone position but I could not tell if he was in her pussy or her ass. I held my cell phone in the doorway recording their fucking. They continued to fuck for some time and my arm was getting tired. I took a chance and I sat down a couple of feet back from the doorway hoping the dark hallway and my black clothes would hide me. I was more comfortable holding the phone in that position and recorded the whole act including their orgasm. They stayed in the position for several minutes then Frank moved off of my wife. He removed his condom and threw it on the floor beside the bed. I zoomed in on it lying on the floor next to the previous condom. This guy is good. He uses a separate condom each time he cums. Maybe he is a big cummer and he fills them up.
They lay talking so I shut off the video recorder in my phone. I moved back to beside the doorway. I tried to hear what they were talking about. Frank was saying something about a great idea and then something about a trip. I heard my wife squeal with joy at whatever he was saying. They talked for a while and I stayed where I was because I wanted to see what they would do next. Finally my wife grabbed the guy's soft dick and began sucking it. I turned on the video recorder in my phone again. When he was hard, he put on another condom and she mounted him riding in the cowboy position. I recorded the entire act. My wife came twice before Frank came again. Afterward he threw the third condom on the floor by the others. I again zoomed in on the condoms lying on the floor.
I assumed that three times was Frank's limit so I quietly went back downstairs. I locked the front door from the inside and slipped out the back door.
As I drove back to the motel, I chuckled to myself about my pranks. Frank cannot shower tonight after sex. He will have to go home to his wife smelling of sex. I wondered what Frank would do when he found out that his SUV was missing. It was a safe prank because he could not call the cops from my house. He doesn't have his wallet for identification and how would he explain his being at my house at that late hour? I know that he would not call the cops when he got home because he could not divulge where he was when his car was stolen. He can't suspect me because I am "out of town".
Back in my motel room I looked up the license plate number on the DMV website. The Cadillac belonged to Frank and Linda Aarons.
I called our home phone just as I had promised Ann. The phone rang several times before she answered it.
I could hear her talking to someone away from the phone, ".....said he would call tonight" then she said loudly into the phone, "Hello."
"Hello, Ann. I told you I would call when my meeting was over. I just returned to my motel room, " I said.
I could hear Frank talking softly in the background. He was quietly cursing and ranting. I assume that he was upset about his SUV.
"How was your trip?" she asked..
"The trip was fine. I keep hearing someone talking. Do you have your lover there with you?" I said.
"Honey, I need to go pee. I really have to go. Bye, Honey!" she said.
Of course Frank is still there. He doesn't have a car. I chuckled to myself over the success of my prank.
I logged into our security system and deleted everything after Frank's arrival. I don't want to leave any evidence.
I reviewed the movie on my cell phone. The quality was actually quite good. I had captured them having sex three times and I also had a video of three condoms on the floor of the bedroom. I was able to see their faces occasionally and it was enough to identify who was in the movie. The sound was also very clear especially their orgasms. I copied the movie to my laptop for safe keeping and then made a copy on one of my thumb drives for my lawyer. When I get back home I will copy it to my computer there.
I didn't sleep well that night. I was angry that my wife was fucking someone, especially since I had told her to end the affair. However, I was really angry at myself because I did not confront the man while he was fucking my wife. I went to sleep thinking about more things I could do to Frank.
SECOND WEEK HOME SATURDAY:
The next morning I dressed and shaved. Before I ate breakfast, I drove past my house. I wondered if he spent the night with my wife. I clicked the remote garage door opener that I had taken from my car. The door rose far enough that I could see my wife's car. I clicked it again and the door went down.
After breakfast, I drove to Boulder to visit my friend Ted who is an attorney. He and I had been on the board of directors for the Red Cross several years ago and we became friends. I gave him the thumb drive with the copy of the video of my wife and Frank. I asked him to prepare divorce papers on my wife. He said that he didn't need the video or any other form of "proof" but he would keep the video as a backup for me. Ted explained to me that Colorado is recently a "No-fault" divorce state so all that is needed is for both spouses to sign the documents and everything is split 50-50. I explained to him that I owned my house prior to my marriage so I would not split it with my wife. I also asked him to prepare a lawsuit against Frank Aarons for adultery or something similar. He agreed not to serve my wife or Frank with the papers until I called him. I asked him for a copy of generic divorce papers in a brown envelop that is used to serve people. We went to lunch and discussed old times.
I drove out to the airport and returned the rental car. I arrived back home at about 2 pm and parked in my garage. My wife's car was gone. I had told her that she had to decide; it was either her lover or me. If she wanted her lover, then I told her to move out. My stomach turned sour at the thought that maybe she had decided to move out. I will check the house to see if she has moved out.
The first thing I did was to check her closet and drawers. All her clothing was still at the house. I went to her nightstand to check for her diaphragm. If she was leaving to be with her lover, then she would certainly take her diaphragm; however, it was back in her nightstand but I could tell that it was recently put there as the case was slightly wet from being washed. Next I checked the bed. The sheets were now blue! She had changed them since she fucked Frank last night. There were no condom wrappers under the bed and the condoms on the floor were gone.
I checked the bathroom next. There were no towels in the bathroom which meant that they did not shower last night. I did find my wife's terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door and it was wet so, my wife took a shower this morning and wore her robe to dry off. I checked the bathroom wastebasket and found a used disposable douche container. I put it in my pocket. Next I checked the laundry basket. There was no black thong but the dress that she wore last night was in there.
I went downstairs and saw that the white bed sheets had been washed and were sitting in the drier.
The flowers and the empty wine bottle were not in the house but I did find them in the trash dumpster outside hidden under some other bags of trash. Lying right next to the wine bottle I also found a wastebasket liner with three condoms full of semen and three foil condom wrappers.
I gathered all the evidence and hid it in my office. Since there was no evidence of her moving out, I assumed that she had decided to stay with me. So I will wait for her.
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The Trip Announcement
I was sitting at our kitchen table sipping a Maker's Mark on ice getting more upset with my wife as time passed.
About 3:30 pm my wife arrived home. I heard the house door to the garage slam shut.
"Hi, Honey! I am home!" my wife yelled.
She came into the kitchen smiling and very happy but there was no kiss or hug. Her arms were full of several boxes and bags from women's clothing stores.
"I told you to be here when I got back so that we could discuss your affair," I said angrily.
Before I could say anything else, my wife said, "Honey, let me tell you the great news. The contract that we have been working on was accepted yesterday. Aarons Architecture and our firm got the contract to design a new stadium in Cincinnati. Honey, I have to tell you the best part. There is going to be a big concept meeting in Cincinnati week-after-next and I get to go! Isn't that great?" my wife said.
"Wait! You get to go? For how long?" I asked.
"We leave on Monday morning and return Friday night. I am so excited!" she said. "I went shopping today for clothes to wear to the meetings."
"Who all is going?" I asked.
"Frank Aarons and his Project Manager and we are sending three engineers and me," she said
It was odd that my wife mentioned Frank but not the names of the engineers from her company.
"If your boss, Tom Merrill, isn't going, why would they need his personal Executive Assistant there?" I asked.
"I guess they want me there because I did all the work on the contract," she said. "I think we should go out to eat tonight and celebrate!"
My wife put down all her clothing packages by the stairs then she came back to talk with me.
"Honey, I can't seem to find any of our towels so I bought some more today," my wife said. "Would you please get them? They are still in my car."
Well crap! I had been prepared to confront my wife this afternoon about her fucking this Frank guy last night, but her excitement about the upcoming trip took over my plans. She was so excited that she couldn't stop talking about it. I made a mental note to check with Tom Merrill on Monday as to why he would send her on this trip. If there is any funny business about this trip, then I will confront her on both issues Monday night after I talk with Tom.
I took Ann to a nice Italian restaurant near us and the meal was excellent. My wife got a little high from the drinks, certainly more drinks than I wanted her to have. I drove us home and we went upstairs and undressed in my bedroom. I know that I should not have had sex with my slut wife but it had been almost 2 months since I had a fuck. I figured that she was cheaper than a whore in Denver and she was safer because her lover used condoms. I gave her the best lovemaking that I could because I wanted her to see how good sex was with me compared to Frank last night. We fucked until the wee hours of the morning. She had many great orgasms and I came three times - twice in her pussy and once in her ass. I can go three times too just like her lover. I felt like I had reclaimed my wife but I still had her trip to deal with.
THIRD WEEK HOME -- SUNDAY:
My wife spent the day doing laundry especially the new clothes and towels that she had just purchased.
I spent the day in my office thinking about Ann and me. Last night the loving was even better than what we had before I left. I wanted to show her what love-making was like with me and hopefully it was better than with the Frank guy.
Sunday night I tried to have a repeat of last night's sexual Olympics, but my wife told me that she was too sore from our Saturday night love-making. She said that her pussy had forgotten just how big my dick was. I believed her because my dick is sore too; her pussy had tightened up while I was gone. Frank must not be very big.
THIRD WEEK HOME -- MONDAY:
After my wife left for work, I called Tom on his cell phone and asked for another lunch meeting. We met at the same restaurant, back in the corner again where we could have some privacy. When Tom arrived, we shook hands and then sat down.
"I assume this is about Ann," Tom said.
"Yes, it is. Why would you send her to Cincinnati, Tom?" I asked.
"Jim, we are not! Did she tell you that she was going?" Tom asked.
"God, yes, she just bubbled over with excitement about it over the weekend. She even went shopping for new clothes to wear," I said.
"We are sending a project manager, a mechanical engineer, and an electrical engineer. I am not sending my assistant! In fact I don't want her there in the meetings. They might think that she is representing our company and I cannot have that. By the way, this morning she put in for vacation for next week," Tom said. "Have you figured out who it is yet?"
"Frank Arron," I said.
"I am sorry, Jim. You don't deserve this kind of treatment," Tom said. "He was in our office a lot when we were working on the proposal and the contract. I did see him hanging around Ann's desk a lot but I assumed they were working on some contract details. I think they went to lunch together once or twice. He is a very handsome man and quite well off financially. The women in my office really drool when he is in our facility. Jim, I would strongly consider that he seduced Ann and that she might be just a victim," Tom said.
"That thought had crossed my mind. It really isn't like Ann to chase after a man," I said.
"Are you considering punishing him?"
"I haven't given it much thought yet," I lied.
"What are you going to do about Ann?" Tom asked.
"I am going to confront her about everything tonight. I am going to do everything that I can to keep her from having sex with him all week long in Cincinnati," I said. "I might need to call you tonight for advice or help, if you don't mind."
"Call my cell phone if you need anything," Tom said.
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I spent the afternoon thinking about what to do with Ann and how to stop the affair. I intend to confront her as soon as she gets home from work. I want to appear cold and unemotional as I do it because if I get angry, she will get angry also and the confrontation will not have the impact I need.
Rather than just talking (or yelling) with her, I planned to do a "show and tell" confrontation so I set up all the evidence on the kitchen table. Except for the empty wine bottle and the vase of flowers, I covered each item(s) with a cloth napkin. I then made a copy of the video and then I edited it down to several short bits to cover the entire event. I had it qued up on my laptop. I also loaded the photos of Frank arriving and the kiss at the door.
As I waited for her to come home, I asked myself, "Do I want to keep her or do I want to divorce her and move on?" I have a big investment of over 20 years together. During that time she has been the perfect wife and companion; she is very intelligent and a wonderful sex partner.
I realized that when I get old, I might need someone to take care of me. I might be in a wheelchair or have some condition that requires a lot of help. I had always planned to have Ann fill that role.
I think I am getting too old to start over with a new wife. I am tired and do not have the energy to "break in" a new wife, if I could find an acceptable one. Prior to my trip to Europe, our sex life was excellent and on the recent Saturday night our love making was outstanding. The "old Ann" was back that night. I just have to stop her affair and regain her love.
I gave up on trying to physically hurt her lover because if something went wrong, I could end up in jail. That would be the end of my security clearances which would kill my business. He is a successful businessman so I decided the best way to deal with her lover is to hurt him financially. Going public with my documentation and my lawsuit against him could seriously damage his reputation and would hurt him in the pocketbook. I will have to warn his wife before I do it.
The Confrontation
At 5:30 pm I heard the garage door to the house slam and my wife called out, "Honey, I am home."
As she entered the kitchen where I was sitting at the table, she stopped dead in her tracks. She was looking at the empty wine bottle and the vase full of flowers from Frank.
"Where did you f......." Ann started to say.
"Please sit down, Ann. Since you didn't move out, I have to assume that you have decided to stay with me and to give up your lover. We have much to discuss since you did not end your affair on Wednesday night as I told you to. You decided to fuck Frank on Friday night while I was gone. How about a glass of wine or a drink while we talk?" I asked.
She did not move so I walked over to her and guided her to the table. I pushed her down into a chair beside where I was sitting. I had already poured a glass of her favorite white wine and kept it cool in the refrigerator. I retrieved it and placed it in front of her and I sat down beside her.
"I asked him over Friday night to explain to him face-to-face that it was over," Ann said.
"Really? How did that work out for you? I know, you fucked him three times," I said.
Ann took a sip of her wine but did not look at me - just at the stuff on the table.
"I thought we would play a game tonight. I will show you something and you will tell me all about it. OK?" I asked.
My wife was staring at the empty wine bottle and she had a terrified look on her face.
"I see that you notice the wine bottle. I have to handle it with care as it has your fingerprints and your lover's fingerprints all over it. It will prove not only who he is but also that he was with you. I thought the flowers added a nice touch, don't you? Now tell me about these two items," I said.
"How did you...." my wife started to say.
"OK! To keep the game going, I will help you with this one. I know that your lover brought them with him Friday night when he came to fuck you. I see that you are not drinking your wine. It will relax you so that you can enjoy our little game," I said sarcastically.
I uncovered the first item. It was the baggie with the condom wrapper in it that I had found under our bed.
"I have already shown you this but I wanted to show it to you again to help you to remember. I found this under our bed a couple of days after I came home from my trip. I don't wear condoms so I knew that you fucked your lover here in my house and in our bed while I was gone. What do you have to say about this item?" I asked.
"I..... we did have sex in our bed and he always wore a condom. I guess that I didn't see it when I cleaned the room," my wife said.
Next, I uncovered Frank's personal items - the glass with the toothbrush, the deodorant, the aftershave and the box of condoms. My wife gasped when she saw the items.
"I found this hidden in our bathroom linen closet. As I have said, I don't wear condoms, and I certainly would not wear this aftershave as it is too feminine, however, I guess Frank likes the scent. It looks like your lover was moving in. I bet he stayed overnight too," I said.
My wife stared at Frank's stuff and she was wringing her hands.
"He..... he never stayed overnight but he always showered here before he went home," my wife said.
"You guys must have fucked a lot because the condom box says it holds 24 but there are only 3 left in the box," I said.
"It must not have been full when he brought it over. We haven't done it that much," my wife said.
"If the affair was over, then why is his stuff still in my house? I don't believe that Frank thinks it is over or he would have taken this stuff with him. Maybe he left it so that you would get caught! I will box up all Frank's stuff so that that we can return it to his house when we go there tomorrow. This affair is finished! Got it?" I asked.
"Yes. Wait! We are going to his house tomorrow?" my wife asked.
Next I uncovered a baggie that held three used condoms and the three foil wrappers.
"These are from Friday night. I must compliment your lover. He has a lot of stamina and capacity. Three times in one night!" I said.
"How did you...." my wife said.
"So tell me about these items," I said.
"He always wore a condom," my wife said.
"And when he took them off, he just threw them on the floor for you to pick up," I said.
"Yes, but how did you....." my wife said.
Next, I uncovered the used douche container.
My wife just stared at the container but said nothing.
"This also is from Friday night. Thank you for cleaning him out of your pussy. That first Wednesday that you were late, I saw you throw one of these away after your shower. You only douche after you have been fucked," I said.
"I didn't.... I," Ann stuttered.
I slid my laptop in front of my wife. I pushed a key and up came a photo of Frank arriving with flowers and a bottle of wine. I pushed the key again and there was a photo of my wife kissing Frank at the door.
"This is a 5 star establishment because guests are welcomed with a kiss. That is more than I get but then I am just the hired help around here. You rarely kiss me when you come home so you must really like this Frank guy," I said.
"Where did you get these?" my wife asked.
"I took therm. Now for the best part..... let me show you a movie," I said.
I pushed a different key on my laptop and up came a movie clip of Frank fucking my wife in the doggie position. I pushed the key again and it skipped to their orgasm. I turned up the sound so my wife could really hear herself.
"Oh my God! Oh shit! Honey, please turn it off," my wife said.
My wife was crying and holding her head in her hands. I slid a box of tissues over to her.
"There is more so please watch the screen. This next clip is from the movie 'Friday Night is the Last Night of my Affair'," I said.
I raised my wife's head up with my right hand under her chin. I pushed the key on my computer again and a video of them in prone bone position came up. I hit the key again and it advanced to their orgasms. Then it skipped to my wife sucking Frank and then crawling on his hard dick in the cowboy position. The movie then ended with a shot of three condoms lying on the floor.
"Where did you get this movie?" my wife asked.
"From my cell phone. I thought my cell phone did a good job of making a movie. Don't you think so? You can even see Frank's butt cheeks clinch every time he shot his cum into you," I said sarcastically.
"What are you going to do with the video?" she asked.
"Well, tomorrow you and I are going to show it to Frank's wife. Also I plan to use a copy when we meet before a divorce judge. Don't you or Frank get any ideas about hurting me or taking the video from me. I have another copy in a safe place that you cannot access and my lawyer also has a copy," I explained.
"How did you find out about Frank?" she asked sniffing.
I decided not to tell her that I had gone through his wallet.
"My Friday trip to Texas was a ruse so that I could find out whom you were fucking. I didn't leave town but I stayed in a nearby motel," I said. "Friday night was a test. If you have stopped your affair as I instructed you to do on Wednesday night, then nothing would have happened Friday night. However, you can't leave him alone. You invited him over here and you fucked him three times. I know because I watched you do it."
"You... didn't... leave town? You watched us?" my wife asked while crying.
"I was watching the house from down the street in a rental car. I saw him drive up and you greeted him at the door with a kiss. I photographed it all so that you could not deny it. I waited a bit then I snuck in our back door. I went upstairs and watched you have sex.... In our bed again! I recorded you in action on my cell phone as proof of your infidelity," I said.
"While I was here, I photographed his license plate. That night in the motel, I looked up the Cadillac license plate on the DMV website so that told me the name of your lover - Frank Aarons. I researched him on the internet. Did you know that he has a lovely wife and 3 children?" I asked.
"Frank told me that he was married and he was wearing a wedding ring," my wife said.
"Since you knew that he was married, did you consider what you were doing would affect his wife and children? No, you didn't because you are selfish and think only of yourself and your pleasure," I said.
"You are right. I didn't think about his family," my wife said. Finally the water works had stopped.
"Well, you are going to think about his family now because tomorrow you and I are going to meet with his wife and show her the video. Oh yes, and we have to return Frank's stuff that he left here. That will show his wife just how serious the affair was. You didn't end the affair as I asked you to, so I am going to end it!" I said.
"Oh my God....Oh my God! Nooooo! You can't do that to his family," my wife exclaimed.
"You did this to his family, not me! You are going to come with me to visit with his wife because you are going to apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness," I said.
"Oh God no! I can't do that!" she said.
"Oh yes you can and you will! Did you think that you would get away without any repercussions?" I asked.
My wife had the "deer in the headlights" look.
"What did you think of my 'show and tell' presentation? I thought it was pretty good and quite complete. This was a practice run for when I present it to a divorce judge," I said.
"Oh God! Honey, no! I don't want a divorce. Please! I will do anything to show you just how much I love you," my wife said.
"I don't believe you when you say that you love me. All this evidence that I have shown you proves that you don't love me. In fact, you are giving your pussy to another man and denying me sex. Is that showing me how much you love me?" I asked.
"I had instructed you on Wednesday night to end the affair. I asked you to choose him or me. You apparently have chosen him because you went ahead and fucked him again on Friday night. Since you cannot leave him alone and you seem to prefer to have sex with him and not with me, then a divorce may be the only way to solve the issue.
"The paperwork is already started, in fact, here is my copy of the divorce papers," I said holding up the brown envelope that I had gotten from Ted. I pulled out the generic divorce papers just far enough that she could read the title "Dissolution of Marriage".
A terrified look came over my wife as she stared at the papers and the brown envelope. After the confrontation, she now realizes that the "shit has hit the fan" as my father would say.
The Trip Confrontation
"Let's move on to the next item on my agenda for this evening: I have thought a lot about your trip. I recognize that you are your own person and make your own decisions. If you choose to go on this trip, then that means that you choose Frank over me. My only recourse is to divorce you," I said.
"Honey, it is not like that. This trip is a wonderful opportunity for me. I have never been on a business trip nor have I ever been part of such important high-level meeting. I am so happy that they have asked me to go. And I promise that I will not be having sex while I am gone," Ann said.
"Ann, I had lunch with Tom Merrill today. He told me that the company is NOT sending you on this trip. He did not know that you were planning to go or why you would go. He was concerned that you might try to present yourself as a representative of the company. However, he did tell me that you were taking vacation that week. Care to tell me what is going on?" I asked.
Ann turned red and jumped up from the table and yelled angrily, "You are a liar! I make all of his appointments and your call did not go through me so I know you didn't meet."
I picked up my cellphone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Tom. Jim here. Would please tell your assistant about our lunch today," I said. I turned on the speakerphone so that both of us could hear Tom and I handed my phone to Ann.
"Who is this?" she said angrily.
"This is Tom Merrill, Ann," he said.
My wife's face went from angry red to dead white.
"I had lunch with Jim today. He called me on my cell phone at my request because we didn't want you to know about our meeting. I told him that we were not sending you to Cincinnati and I was surprised to hear that you were going. Also, we talked about you not picking him up at the airport when he returned. Ann, you told me you were leaving work early to drive to the airport to pick him up. He told me that you didn't pick him up at the airport even though you left our office early to do so. I told him that you have not been working overtime on the project. Ann, he knows about you and Frank Aarons and he is angry with you. As your friend, my advice to you is to do the right thing, Ann. He is a good man and husband," Tom said and he hung up.
My wife dropped my phone to the floor. She then started to cry
"No! No! No!" she said with tears running down her face.
I escorted her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. Then I made us both a drink of Maker's Mark on the rocks. I sat down beside her and gave her one of the glasses.
"Frank asked you to go with him to Cincinnati on Friday night and he promised to pay your way since your company cannot send you. So the affair isn't over in his mind. He intends to fuck you all that week. That is why he wanted you to come along on the trip. Correct?" I asked.
"He did ask me Friday night to go with him to the meetings," Ann said.
"Is it a coincidence that he asked you to go with him just after you dumped him?" I asked.
"Shit! I was so excited to go that I had not considered that," Ann said.
At that moment my cellphone rang. When I answered it, Tom Merrill was calling.
"Jim, I have been thinking about Ann going on the trip and I have more to say to Ann so put me on speakerphone so that you can hear also," Tom said.
I started the speakerphone and he said, "Ann, can you hear me? It's Tom again,"
"Yes," she said.
"I had to check on something. Our incorporation documents do not allow an administrative personnel or technical personnel to represent the company. Thus I cannot have you representing our company at the meeting in Cincinnati, so if you do go, well.....you will no longer have a job here. However, if you do not to go on this trip and you need time to work things out with Jim, I will put you on a month of paid leave. Think carefully about what you choose to do. Please tell him everything.... and be truthful. Choose wisely, Ann," Tom said and he hung up.
Ann stared off into space and had a shocked look on her face.
"Ann, if you go on this trip, you know that Frank will continue to fuck you daily in Cincinnati, but do you believe that he will keep you after that week? No! He will dump you. He cannot take a chance on getting caught and having his wife divorce him. If he were to get a divorce, his wife would take him to the cleaners because she would get half of everything including his company. The publicity of an affair and divorce would ruin him.
"Ann, there is no future for you with Frank -- just a memory of one week of sex. Also, you will no longer have a husband, a home or a job," I said.
"Oh shit! I have fucked everything up," my wife said crying.
"I assume that Frank is paying for everything because your company will not pay for you to go. This trip will cost him a lot of money to bring you along. Since Tom doesn't want you to go to the meetings, the only reason that you are there is to give Frank sex and he pays for everything. Sex for money. That sounds like either a paid escort or a whore to me," I said.
"God! Listening to you, you make it sound like I am a whore. I wanted to go but I was not going to fuck him. I told him it was over and I meant it," she said.
My wife had stopped crying but sat quietly thinking about what I had said to her. Her head was down and her eyes were red from crying.
"Are you going on that damned trip or not? Make up your mind!" I said angrily.
"Some choice! If I go, I lose you, my home, my job.... If I stay here, you are going to divorce me. I love you more than you know. I don't love Frank. He was just a fling while I was very lonely and I am sorry that I was not stronger to say no. You cannot understand how much I missed you and how lonely I was," my wife said.
"Ann, are you going or staying here? Make up your damned mind!" I said.
"Ok... OK! I will not go. I will stay here with you because I don't want to lose you. I love you so much!" Ann said quietly with her head down.
"I want you to call him right now and tell him that you are not going," I said.
"I will call him tomorrow from work," my wife said.
"No! You are going to call him right now because I want to hear the conversation," I said angrily.
My wife went to her purse and took out her cell phone. I saw her dial a number and then she put it on speakerphone so I could hear it.
F: "Hello, Ann. How nice to hear from you."
A: "I wanted to tell you that I am not going on the trip with you next week."
F: "What do you mean you are not going? I have already bought the airline tickets and paid for a suite at the hotel."
A: "I am sorry that you have paid for the tickets. I am sorry but I am not going! I told you Friday night that it was over."
F: "You have told me that before but you keep wanting to see me."
A: "I told you that he caught me after our Wednesday night so it is over."
F: "Come with me to Cincinnati. He isn't going to know what happens. You and I will have a great time."
A: "I am not going, Frank!"
F: "You are saying that he suspects something but he still doesn't know about me does he?"
A: "Yes, he knows that it is you, Frank."
F: "He knows that I am the one fucking you? How does he know? Did you tell him?"
A: "No, I didn't tell him it was you. He took a picture of your license plate Friday night and looked you up."
F: "He took a photo of my license plate? On Friday? You said he was in Texas."
A: "Frank, he was here and he watched us doing it Friday night."
F: "He saw us. How could he?"
A: "He came home Friday and found us here. He even made a video of us doing it."
F: "He made a video of us. Making love?"
A: "Yes, he made a video of us doing it."
F: "Have you seen it? Are you sure it is us and not something he found on the internet?"
A: "Yes, I saw it and it is clearly you and I."
F: "What is he going to do with it? Has he shown it to anyone else?"
A: "I don't know if he has shown it to anyone except me but he gave his lawyer a copy."
F: "You have to talk to him. Don't let him show it to anyone especially my wife."
A: "He is planning to show it to your wife tomorrow and I have to go with him."
F: "Shit! You have to stop him. Talk to him! Don't let him show it to my wife."
A: "I told you after the first Wednesday night that he almost caught me but you had to try it again on Wednesday and I got caught."
F: "Yah, you got caught. I am sure that you can work it out with him. Give him a little sex and soften him up. I have to get my hands on that video tape."
A: "You are an asshole! Please don't call me anymore! I made a big mistake and it may cost me my marriage."
My wife hung up and turned off her phone so that Frank could not call her back. I walked over to her and I gave her a big hug.
"I know that was hard for you and I am proud of you," I said.
The house phone rang so I answered it. There is no speakerphone on our home phone but this is what my wife heard me say:
"Hello."
"Yes, I know who you are, Frank. You are the guy who has been fucking my wife."
"Yes, I made a video of you having sex with my wife in my house and in my bed."
"I have no intentions to destroy the video as I will need it for my divorce."
"Yes, my lawyer has a copy and I have placed a copy in a safe place that you cannot access so don't get any ideas to come over here to get my copy."
"No, I will not sell it to you. I will need it for my divorce."
"Yes, I know how important you are, but just in Denver, Frank. What does any of this have to do with your fucking my wife?"
"Frank, I don't care how important you are, nor do I care about your reputation."
"I find it interesting that you are worried about your reputation and are not worried about what is going to happen to your lover Ann."
"I know that you don't care what I do to Ann. You are that kind of guy."
"Stop yelling, Frank! I intend to show the video to your wife tomorrow in person. I will be bringing my wife along to verify it."
"Maybe you should confess to her before I get there."
"There is nothing you can offer to me. I am going to show the video to your wife.... tomorrow!"
"You are the one who made a mistake - not me. You made the mistake of fucking my wife and now it is time for you to pay."
"Yes, a divorce will be very expensive for you. She gets half of everything you have including your company. Just think about that!"
"Frank, when I divorce my wife, I intend to sue you for adultery and have you served at your office. That should do your reputation a lot of good. I will make certain that the newspapers and the TV stations have access to everything that I have including the video of you fucking my wife. Since you are so important, it should be big news."
"You affair with my wife is over and so is your reputation."
"Shut up, Frank. You are messing with the wrong guy."
"Sure, I would love for you to come over here. I would welcome a fight with you because I want to teach you a lesson about fucking another man's wife. You won't have to worry about having anymore kids when I am through with you."
"I will go stand outside and wait for you. I know that you know your way here because you have been here so often."
"Go home to your wife asshole!" and I hung up.
"God, he must be very angry," my wife said. "Will he really come over here to have a fight with you?" my wife asked.
"Not if he is smart, but I admit I would love to hit him a few times," I said.
I went into my office got my handgun from my safe. I put the holster on my belt and put a clip into the handgun. My wife watched me.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"In case Frank decides he wants my copy of the video tape," I answered.
"I heard you tell him that we getting a divorce," my wife said.
I again pulled out the brown envelope that I got from my attorney and held it up for her to see.
"I already told you. The divorce paperwork and a copy of the video are at my lawyer's office. Here in this envelope are my copies of the divorce papers. I was waiting to see if you were going on that trip. If you had gone, I would have served both you and Frank with the legal papers as you got off the plane," I said.
My wife looked surprised. I don't think that she thought I would be this upset about her trip.
"Now that I am not going, do you still need the lawyer and divorce papers?" my wife asked.
"You have done a lot of damage to our marriage and you have hurt me deeply. I will have to see how things progress. It is getting late and I need some good sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning you will stay at home from work so that we can continue to work on your infidelity," I said.
"Can I stay here tonight with you?" my wife asked.
"Yes, you may stay here in MY house, but I will never sleep in that bed again! However, you certainly are welcome to sleep in it. I noticed that you put fresh blue sheets on the bed. Nice touch! As I recall they were white the day you fucked Frank. I will be in the guest bedroom..... alone!" I said and I left to go to bed.
That night I thought really hard about what to do with Ann. She is acting like she wants to stop the affair but she doesn't seem to be able to stop seeing Frank. I am certain that he is pressuring her for sex and she is giving into him. Shit!
If I let Ann stay with me, can I accept the fact that another man has been in her pussy? I have always regarded it as my private property. I never intended to share it with anyone else.
It comes down to the question of: "Is my life better with her or without her?" I have to admit that it is much better with her. Deep down inside, I am much happier being with her even now that I know that she has cheated. If I keep her, then I have to do something to keep her from having sex with Frank or another man in the future. At least I know that she isn't going to have an affair with a man for his big cock.
THIRD WEEK HOME -- TUESDAY:
I don't know where Ann slept, but she was up and fixing a breakfast for us when I woke up. I showered, dressed and came to the kitchen. Her eyes were red and she looked like she had not slept at all last night.
"I will have breakfast for us in a few minutes. By the way, I called Tom and told him that I was not going on the trip and to cancel my vacation request. He told me that I was not to come in today. He is putting me on paid administrative leave until I am ready to return to work," Ann said.
"I am glad that you called Tom. He is very worried about us," I said.
"I didn't realize that you two were such good friends," my wife said.
"We have been professional friends for many years, but not close enough to socialize together," I said.
After breakfast, Ann cleared the dishes away and sat down at the table with her coffee.
The confession
"Honey, I am ready to talk about everything. I promise to tell the truth. I had no idea that you knew so much already and besides, I am so tired of lying," Ann said.
"This discussion is going to hurt me a lot, but I want very detailed information about your affair. That way in the future if some little fact were to came up that could bring back all the pain and anger that you have caused, we will already have discussed it and put it to bed.
"I am going to ask you questions and I expect full, detailed response. I know a lot about your affair so if you lie to me, I will stop this discussion and the marriage is over. I will immediately have you served and you will have to find someplace else to live very quickly. Got it?" I asked.
"Yes," my wife said quietly.
"Although I am angry and hurting inside, I promise to stay calm and I will control my anger. Let's start out by you telling me about how and when your affair started," I said.
Affair details
"It started while you were in Europe," she said. "Frank was in our office a lot during the early stages of the contract. He spent considerable time with me at the office, helping me with the presentation and the actual contract. He was tall and very handsome. He dressed in expensive suits and wore expensive cologne. I knew that he was important and I loved that he paid attention to me. He always said nice things about me, not things about my work but about me, how I dress, my hair, and so on. and I loved how he looked at me. I loved his charm and attention to me. Just think of it. An important man who owns his own company and he is spending time with me.
"At first we went to lunch a few times and then one night he asked me out to dinner. I agreed to go to dinner because I was very lonely during the evenings. I saw nothing wrong with going because he promised that it was just dinner. After dinner, as I was getting in my car, he kissed me passionately several times. God, I had been missing that intimacy. I felt like I was in college again. We sat in my car and made-out and I let him feel me up. That was when we had sex for the first time," Ann said.
"I assume you brought him here," I said.
"No, the first time he took me to a hotel. We had sex once and when he was finished, he dressed and ran home to his wife. It was disappointing because I did not have an orgasm and I was left alone in a strange hotel bed.
"The first time was awkward for both of us because we didn't know much about each other sexually. The next day Frank apologized for his poor sexual effort and convinced that he could do better. He talked me into trying again.
"We met on Wednesday evenings because his wife had some function that kept her out late on Wednesday nights. Frank would leave his work early and eat dinner with his wife. After dinner then he would come here and we would have sex, but he never spent the night because he had to get home before his wife returned. Also, we were able to have sex here on a couple of Saturday afternoons," my wife explained.
"So you started your affair while I was gone. You didn't do anything before I left?" I asked.
"No. I had not met Frank until after you had left. We went to the first lunch a week or so after you had left and it went on from there," my wife answered.
"The Friday that I flew how, you failed to meet me at the airport. Tom told me that you left work early to get me but you went to fuck Frank instead of picking me up," I said.
"Yes, I was having sex with Frank. His wife and kids were out-of-town so we were able to do it at his house. I left work early intending that we would finish early enough so that I could come to get you, but Frank made me do a second and a third round of sex. Consequently, I was too late to pick you up. He wanted me to spend the night with him but I told him no. I told him that would be our last sex because you were back home. I asked him not to call me or email me. When I got in the car, I heard your phone messages. The last one told me that you were taking a taxi home, so I drove straight home. I was very tired that night from work and from all the fucking we did. All I could think of was taking a shower and going to sleep. We had so much sex that my pussy was really messed up and hurting. That is why I could not have sex with you Friday night or Saturday night. That is why I had you put my prescription ointment on me," Ann said.
"Ann, you could have left after your first round of sex but you stayed for rounds 2 and 3. So you were selfishly thinking only of your sexual satisfaction and not thinking about your husband waiting at the airport for you. Right?" I asked.
"I guess so," my wife said softly.
"Ann, while I was gone, not once did I even look at another woman let alone even consider having sex because I was lonely. My big question is why did you do it?" I asked.
"After the Wednesday that you caught me, I have asked myself that a lot. While you were gone, I was lonesome for you and when I was alone at night it got worse. Frank somehow found out that I was alone and he seduced me. I can tell you that if I had not met Frank, I would not have had an affair. It wasn't my creation.
"OK, you have explained how it all started, but why did you continue seeing him?" I asked.
"When Frank was with me, it gave me some moments to put my loneliness to the side and enjoy his companionship, plus I really enjoyed making-out with him. The next day I looked forward to our next meeting so that I would have some relief from my loneliness. Even though I was married, it was reassuring that a handsome man thought I was attractive and wanted me," Ann explained.
"Tell me about sex with him," I said.
"He was always gentile and he kissed passionately which I really liked. Every time he turned me on by making-out like youngsters before we had sex. It was exciting because I knew that I should not be doing it, but also it was a diversion from being lonely. We did it on Wednesday nights and on a couple of Saturday afternoons too. He insisted on wearing a condom every time but you know that because you found his condom wrapper. I always wore my diaphragm though just in case," my wife said.
"Even though this hurts me, I want to hear more details. I don't want to be blind-sided in the future if something comes up that you haven't told me," I said.
"Other than the first time, we always did the exact same routine every time we were together. We would start by making-out on the couch which I loved; it got me very turned-on. As we made-out, he would slowly undress me and play with my tits and finger my pussy. I found it very enjoyable! When we got in the bed, he would give me oral sex first. Sometimes I would cum but most of the times I didn't cum because he did not do it long enough. On that Friday I had figured out that he gives oral sex to get me wet for fucking and not for my enjoyment. Then he would fuck in the missionary position. He has a hard time cumming so he would fuck long enough that I could have an orgasm. Afterward, we would rest on the bed and talk for a while. Then I would give him oral sex to get him hard so that we could do the doggie position. Every time we did doggie, he would try to put it in my ass but I wouldn't let him. Only you can do that to me. Afterward, we would hold each other and kiss. And as I said, he never spent the night because he always had to hurry home to his wife.
"The funny thing about when he and I laid in bed talking, we always talked about his work or about how successful he was and all the stuff he owned, but there was never any romantic talk. It was always about Frank and I was tiring of that," my wife said.
"Would you say that sex with him was good?" I asked.
"Was it good? I would have to say yes and no. Yes, because the making-out was very good and it got me very excited. Except for the first time, I had an orgasm each time so I was satisfied. No -- I have to say that his ability in bed did not live up to his good looks. Looking back at it now, I think he was having sex just to get himself off. He really didn't do anything to give me an orgasm. He could not give me the intense feelings that I have with you. With you I always feel very full and you are able to stimulate areas inside me that Frank cannot. Also, he followed the exact same routine every time. It was becoming monotonous and the sex was not exciting for me anymore. That is why I had planned to stop the affair but you caught me before I could do it," Ann said.
"I have a question......" I started to say before Ann interrupted me.
"I know that you want to know if he was a better lover than you - no, he wasn't. I realized that his routine was repetitive and it was becoming boring. Before you told me to end the affair, I was planning to stop having sex with him because it wasn't fun or exciting any more. No, the sex with Frank was not as good as it is with you. Saturday night with you confirmed that for me. God, you and I had great sex that night! I never wanted Frank after that!" Ann said.
"He really liked what I did during sex. I gave him good blowjobs; I was an active partner when we had sex; and I was vocal which showed him that I enjoyed the sex. The first couple of times we had sex, he said that his wife just lays there and does nothing. It was nice to hear that I was a good lover from a third party source. It gave me a real boost to my confidence," my wife explained.
"I want to ask a question..." I tried to say before she interrupted me.
"I know what you are going to ask. Cheated-on husbands always want to know if the guy was bigger than them. Hell no, Frank isn't bigger than you! He isn't even close. I had several men before we married and none of them including Frank were as large as you. You really fill me up and you hit my cervix - no man has ever done that to me. Saturday night after our Italian dinner reminded me just how big you are! In fact, for two days I was very sore because my pussy had forgotten how big you are. There was no way that I could have had sex with you on Sunday or even Monday night. I was having trouble just walking," my wife said.
I interrupted again, "That was not what I was going to ask you. I was going to ask you if you have told me everything about those two late Wednesday nights. I know that you were not working because Tom told me so."
"As I have said, I had told Frank we had to stop on that Friday night when I was supposed to pick you up at the airport. Frank just could not give up our usual Wednesday nights. He convinced me to have one last quickie after work. It wasn't supposed to take very long so that I could get home just slightly late. The first Wednesday he wasted too much time trying to find a spot to park. I was late enough that I felt that you were suspicious, but that second Wednesday night you let me know that I had been caught. You held my blouse up so that we both saw the blob of cum. I knew that night that I had waited too long to end it," she explained.
"Tell me about Friday night," I asked.
"I invited him over here to end it with him that night. I thought it best to tell him face-to-face rather than over the phone so I asked him to meet me here. I had planned to use the evening just to talk with Frank to make him understand that it was over. I explained that you had caught me and that I might be looking at divorce. I told him not to call me at home or at work and I did not want to see him anymore even at work. I told him there would be no more sex including that night. He begged me to have a 'one last time' make-out session as an ending to the affair. I always enjoyed making-out with him so I told him if I agreed to do it, it would be the last time. We made out for a while on the couch but we both became excited. We undressed and he fingered me until I came. Then he led me upstairs to our bedroom and started by giving me oral sex. I didn't cum so he moved me into doggy position. He tried a couple of times to slip into my ass but I wouldn't let him. He begged me to let him do anal because it was our last time but I refused. That was when you were videoing us. We both had an orgasm and afterward we lay on the bed talking. He tried to convince me to continue having sex with him but I was unwavering in my decision to end the relationship. The second time we did it in 'prone bone' position which was something new for Frank and I. I know that you are going to ask -- he was fucking me in my pussy and not my ass. It was uncomfortable because he had his whole weight on me. The fucking didn't feel good and kind of hurt because the angle was wrong.. I faked my orgasm so that he would have his and quit. Afterward we lay talking and Frank came up with the idea of me accompanying him to the meetings in Cincinnati. I was so excited to go to the big meetings that I agreed to go without thinking about the sex side. I was so excited that I rode him cowboy style so that I could have an orgasm," Ann explained.
"Even though you told him it was over, he asked you to go with him to Cincinnati so that he could continue to fuck you," I said.
"I was so excited to go that I said yes without thinking about the sex," Ann said.
"If you didn't plan to fuck him anymore, then why did you want to go on this trip?" I asked.
"The trip sounded so exciting, staying in a fancy hotel, eating fancy food, and especially participating in the meetings. I wanted to go because it made me feel so important. I told you that I didn't want to have sex with Frank anymore. I was trying to figure out how to go and not have sex with Frank," she explained.
"Did you think he would pay out all that money and not get sex in return?" I asked.
"I knew that in the back of my mind but I was determined to try to somehow to go on the trip but not have sex with Frank. I probably would have ended up getting my own room," my wife said.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me about Friday night?" I asked.
"During my talk with Frank on Friday night when I ended the relationship, I finally heard and saw Frank for what he is. He has a standard routine that he uses on women. He starts with compliments with occasional innocent touching. Then he follows with innocent lunches to build trust in him. Then comes an innocent dinner and because trust has been built up in him, he makes his first move. Even when he has sex, he uses a fixed routine which had become boring," Ann explained.
"Oh and also.....there were two unusual but funny things about that Friday night and I think you are at the root of both. When we were finished in bed, we were going to take a shower but I could not find any towels, not even some small ones, so Frank had to go home to shower. That pissed him off because unlike Wednesday nights, on Friday night his wife was waiting at home for him. Frank said that she always hugged and kissed him when he came home. That worried him because he smelled of sweat and sex. He knew that she would accuse him of playing around and there would be a big argument. I thought it was strange that all our towels disappeared suddenly. Then I realized that it was a prank and somewhat humorous. I knew that you had done it.
"The second thing was when Frank tried to leave, his car had been stolen. He was already pissed off over the towel issue but that really set him off. He was furious and showing anger that I had never seen! He went around the living room yelling and kicking the furniture. It was like watching a spoiled child just after he broke his favorite toy. He finally picked up the vase of flowers that he had brought to me and threw it against the wall. The vase shattered and broken glass was all over the floor. I was concerned that he might start breaking more things so I told him that I would take him home in my car. He was quiet on the ride home. When we got there, his car was on the driveway. His face turned white and he began to shake. He quietly told me that his wife must have found out about the affair. He thought she had moved his car to let him know that she knew where he was. He asked me to wait while he checked the car. I saw that he found his keys and wallet inside his car. I think you are the one who stole his car," my wife said laughing.
"Honey, I was here the whole time videoing your sex acts," I lied.
"You can deny it but I know that you did it. Only you and I would know where we keep all our towels. Also, Frank's wallet and car keys were in his pants which were on our floor and you were the only person in our house besides Frank and I. Anyway, I thought the car prank was very funny. I knew that you had done it and I laughed all the way home. You were sending a message to both of us that we had been caught," my wife said.
"When guys cheat with a married woman, they are on their best behavior because they are trying to impress the woman. However, if that same married woman were to live with the guy 24/7, she would see a different side of him, in this case his temper. When cheating wives leave their husbands sand move in with the guy, the relationship rarely lasts over 6 months because the woman sees the true side of the guy," I explained.
"I had not thought about that. Interesting!" my wife said.
"So exactly how many times have you had sex with Frank?" I asked.
"Maybe six times I think, not counting the recent Wednesday nights because we didn't fuck then,," she said.
"Are you in love with him?" I asked.
"God no! I was lonesome and vulnerable and I enjoyed the attention that he was giving me. I don't love him but it seemed more like nice companionship. Since his love-making was becoming boring, I was ready to end it with him," my wife said.
"I have one last question for you. Tell me about the black thong," I said.
"Frank bought the thong for me because he wanted me to wear it when we were together. I would never buy a thong for myself," he answered.
His story
"I know that you may think that the affair did not affect me much since I was not here. However, I want you to understand to how your affair has affected me since I have been home," I said.
My wife had a frown on her face but listened to me.
"When I returned, I thought that since neither of us had sex for a month that we would be all over each other, but instead you seemed distant as if your head was someplace else. It was almost as though I was not here and when she did realize that I was here, she acted somewhat angry. I was very confused why you refused to have sex with me when we had such an active sex life before I left. Now that I know about your affair, I think you wanted to be with your lover, but I was in your way which made you frustrated. Then you took it out on me. You were a real bitch at times but I put up with it because I love you.
"We have fucked only once since I returned. How many times have you fucked lover boy since I have been home? I can count 2 encounters for certain plus two Wednesday blow jobs, but it wouldn't surprise me that there were more. I got to fuck you once since I have been home but you let Frank have your body on four occasions. What the hell is with that, Ann? Why I should keep you as my wife when you have shown me that you prefer him and you deny me?" I said firmly.
"Honey, I...." My wife said before I interrupted her.
"Since I have been home, you have been very selfish and bitchy! All you have thought about is yourself. You were fucking another man because it was for your pleasure and to hell with everyone else. You never thought about me or my feelings and you certainly did not think about his family. Even now when you just answered my questions, almost every sentence was "I" this and "I" that. You are just selfish and are thinking only of what you want. Now this trip with Frank was the final straw! You selfishly wanted to go for your own personal reasons. You were going to go even if it meant a divorce," I said angrily.
"Honey, I am sorry that I have treated you so badly. I had been enjoying my time with Frank and suddenly you were back. You both were expecting sex and I didn't know what to do. I was frustrated and I realize now that I took it out on you. Suddenly I had two lovers and I was allowing Frank to dominate me. It didn't occur to me that I was being a bitch or being selfish. Honey, please forgive me!" she said.
"Ann, you still have not asked me about my trip because all we talk about is you. I think you take my job for granted. This trip was very dangerous. Why did I do it? I was paid very well for this work, mid 6 figures, because it was so risky. Part of the trip I had to have armed guards and I had to carry a handgun. I risked my life for you. Why? So that I could pay for this house that you live in and so that I can provide you with a nice automobile, a new cell phone, along with many other amenities. What do I get in return for busting my ass? A bitchy wife who is fucking some handsome guy the minute I am gone!" I said.
"Honey, I didn't go after Frank; he seduced me. I didn't choose to have an affair because you were gone. It just developed over time because I was very lonely and he was paying attention to me knowing that I was vulnerable," she said.
"How many other men have you fucked since we have been married?" I asked.
"I have been to bed with only you and Frank. Honest!" she said.
"My main concern, if there is a future for us, is this: Your loyalty and dedication should only be to your husband, however, you cannot seem to leave Frank alone. I told you to end it on Wednesday but you fucked him again on Friday. Going forward, am I to worry that you will be sneaking off to have sex with him? Every time that I don't know where you are, do I have to worry that you two are together someplace?" I asked.
"You don't have to worry about Frank because it is really over and finished. I promise!" my wife said.
"My job requires me to travel. Are you going to fuck someone every time I am gone because you are lonesome?" I asked.
"No, I will not! Believe me.... I have learned my lesson! I am still worried that I might lose you," she said.
"I am not certain that I can believe anything that you say because you have lied to me so much to me. Before I left, you were such a sweet, wonderful woman and now you are a liar and an adulteress. What has happened to your self-esteem?"
My wife hung her head down and cried.
"Honey, I am very sorry. I promise that I won't lie to you ever again," she said.
"Also I don't trust you anymore. I trusted you to be faithful while I was gone but you let me down. I am afraid to travel anywhere now because I don't know what I will come home to. Christ, I can't trust you to pick me up at the airport. You couldn't be bothered because you were busy fucking your lover. To make it worse, you lied to me about it. Do you understand why I cannot trust you?" I asked.
"Honey, I did not consider any of this when I started sleeping with Frank. It just.... Happened! It satisfied a need in me that you couldn't give me because you were gone. I admit that I was selfish and thinking only of myself. If I had known all of this, I would never have even gone to lunch with him. I promise that I will never fuck anyone but you. I know that you won't believe me but you don't have to worry when you have to travel. Honey, I did have an affair but it was because I was lonely and missing you. It had nothing to do with you or the love making that we do. End of story! Tell me what you want me to do and I will happily do it. I will do anything to be your wife again. I promise to be faithful and truthful to you going forward," my wife said.
"Ann, I am not finished. I have another concern. I watched you having sex with Frank and I can't unsee it! There is a movie that runs in my head where I see you two fucking. I see his dick going into your beautiful pussy! It is worst at night when I am trying to go to sleep. I don't know if it will ever go away. It may be that our marriage is over and I should start over with someone else," I explained.
Before my wife could respond, the doorbell rang so I went to the door.
The Police
There were two men in dated sports coats standing on our porch. From their unpolished shoes to the bulge on the side of their suitcoat, I knew these two men were policemen.
"Is Mrs. Ann Reynolds here?" the larger man asked.
"Yes, who are you?" I asked.
"Detective Ralph Smith and Detective Phil Potts," he said. "May we come in?"
I stood back and showed them into our kitchen where my wife was still sitting.
"Mrs. Ann Reynolds?" the larger man asked my wife.
"Yes, who are you?" she asked.
Both men showed her their badges. They sat down at our kitchen table across from my wife. I sat down beside my wife.
"Do you know a Frank Aarons?" The bigger cop asked. He seemed to be in charge.
"Yes, I do, in fact my husband and I were just talking about him," my wife said.
"When was the last time you saw Frank Aarons, Mrs. Reynolds?" the cop asked.
"Last Friday night. He and I had a rendezvous here while my husband was out of town," my wife said.
"So are you saying that you had sex with him here at your home?" the cop asked.
"Yes, and my husband knows about it. That is what we were talking about when you arrived," my wife said.
"You haven't seen him since then?" the cop asked.
"No, I have not," my wife said.
"Frank Aarons died last night in an auto accident. It appears that he was driving while intoxicated and he lost control of his car. He hit an overpass support and died instantly," the cop said.
"Oh, my God! That is terrible but what has this to do with me?" my wife asked.
"Mrs. Reynolds, this is a delicate matter. Perhaps your husband should leave us alone."
I understood so I stood up and walked into the family room. I sat down with my back to them but I could hear the policemen easily because he talked loudly. My wife's voice was softer but I could still hear her.
"When we investigated the accident, we found in his coat pocket a pair of lady's panties wrapped around a round-trip airplane ticket to Cincinnati. The plane ticket has your name on it. What can you tell us about this?" the cop asked.
"Can you show me the panties?" my wife asked.
The smaller detective pulled out a baggie with a black thong in it. He then put the airplane ticket on the table in front of my wife. She picked up both and examined them.
"These are my panties and yes this is my ticket that Frank bought for me to go to Cincinnati with him next week," my wife explained.
"The panties appear to have semen on them so were you with him last night?" the cop asked.
"No, I was here with my husband last night. Friday night Frank and I had sex here. I had told him that it would be the last time. He wiped his dick all over my panties and kept them as a souvenir.
"I was planning to go with him to Cincinnati next week, however, my husband just found out about us and he has stopped my affair and I am no longer going to Cincinnati. We were discussing the affair when you rang the doorbell," my wife said.
"Can you prove that you were here last night?" the cop asked.
"My husband and I were here arguing about my affair. Also my boss called here twice last night and he talked to both my husband and I," my wife said.
"Could you write down your boss' information in my notebook for me? Does Mr. Aarons' wife know about your affair?" the cop asked.
Ann was busy writing down the information and said, "You will have to ask her."
"Is there anything else you want to tell us?" the cop asked.
"Yes, there is. Last night my husband made me call Frank Aarons about 8 pm to inform him that I was not going to Cincinnati with him. You should be able to find the phone call on his phone."
"How did he react to your not going?" the cop asked.
"He was very upset with me. I told him that my husband had discovered the affair and that I was in trouble," my wife said.
"Then what happened?" the cop asked.
"He became angry and threatened to come here to harm my husband," my wife said.
"I take it that he never showed up," the cop said.
"Correct," said my wife.
"Thank you Mrs. Reynolds. We will be going now," the cop said.
They both stood up and headed for our front door. I followed them and when they were outside, I said to the bigger cop, "What will happen to the panties and plane ticket?"
"They are part of his effects that we found in his car along with his clothes and other stuff. We will turn his effects over to his wife," the cop replied.
"Since he is now deceased, there is no reason to further cause his wife grief. If you give her the panties and airline ticket, it will just open a wound that I would like to spare her. The panties and the plane ticket really belong to my wife," I said.
The bigger cop motioned to the other cop. I was handed her panties and the plane ticket which I put in my pocket. They walked to their police car and left. I returned to the kitchen table where my wife was waiting.
Aftermath
"You really took responsibility for the affair and you were very honest with the detectives. There was no lying to cover up your affair. I am proud of you," I said.
"I had an affair and I am tired of lying about it. Only the truth from now on," my wife said.
"How do you feel about Frank's death?" I asked.
"I am kind of numb right now. I think that I had some feelings for him..... certainly not love but maybe as a close friend," my wife said.
'Close friend my ass. Close friends do not put their dick in your pussy! I am very glad that he is dead. The car accident was perfect retribution for him. Now I don't have to be concerned about him trying to fuck you anymore nor will I have to worry about you being tempted to see him. We won't go to see his wife tomorrow as I planned. There is no sense in making her grieving worse," I said.
My wife was just staring off into space.
"I think that with Frank out of the picture, it will be easier to repair our marriage," I said.
Honey, I really do love you!" my wife said. She stood up and came around to me. She gave me the biggest tightest hug.
"It is getting near dinnertime. I think we should stop for today," I said.
"I will fix us something nice tonight," she said.
She was right; dinner was exceptionally good. There was no conversation during dinner.
After dinner, I said, "I am going to bed and read for a while. I will be in the guest bedroom. I suggest that you sleep in your bedroom where you and Frank fucked. Don't come down to my room. I need to be alone!" I said.
I went to the guest bedroom and closed the door. I tried to think about what to do about my wife, however, in my head, I kept seeing the movie of Frank fucking my wife. It kept playing over and over.
THIRD WEEK HOME -- WEDNESDAY:
I didn't get to sleep until the early hours so I slept in. I was awakened by the smell of bacon cooking. The door to my bedroom was open so my wife must have checked on me or maybe she opened it to let the smell of bacon wake me up. Well, it worked. I dressed and went to the kitchen.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," my wife said.
"I hope it is a better day than last night," I said.
"Didn't you sleep well?" my wife asked.
"No, I didn't. Every time I closed my eyes, that damned movie would run inside my head -- the one of you and Frank fucking. It kept running over and over. God, I wish that I had not watched you," I said.
"Honey, eat what you can of the breakfast. I will make you something special if you want," my wife said.
I shook my head and just ate the toast and some bacon. My wife cleared the table and returned with a cup of coffee.
"Last night you said that you wanted to continue our discussion," my wife said.
Discussion continues
"Now with Frank out of the picture, I think we can concentrate on what we need to do to mend our marriage, if that is even possible. I think that today I want to discuss forgiveness issues with you," I said.
"That sounds like a good place to start," my wife said.
"If your indiscretion had been a one-time event with no opportunity to continue, it would be somewhat easy to for me to forgive you. In fact, if you had stopped when I came home, you might have gotten away with it and I would have never known, but Karma says there is always a mistake that gets you caught. In your case, it was a condom wrapper.
"However, your affair was not a single event. You had sex many times and then continued after I came home. How can I forgive that.
"The fact that you denied me sex but you had sex with your lover tells me that you preferred him over me. I know that you will say otherwise, but the fact is there. I interpret that fact to mean that you preferred him over me which really causes me a lot of pain. I am coming in second place," I said.
My wife just hung her head down and said nothing. I saw tears forming in her eyes.
"You had sex with him rather than picking me up at the airport. That shows me that you preferred having sex with Frank over doing something that you promised your husband. Once again I am your second choice," I said.
"I will not be a second choice!! You either choose me or loose me. The only apparent solution to that situation is to divorce and I start over with someone who will put me first," I said.
"Honey, you are my husband and you will always come first with me," my wife said.
I stared at my wife and shook my head no and said, "You are overlooking the facts and just saying something to appease me."
"Another issue that I want to discuss is the future with regard to cheating. In many cases, years later the wife finds that she misses the excitement of being with another man. The wife craves something new and different and consequently, the cheatings start again. "Once a cheater, always a cheater'. You have cheated once and I don't want to experience this again if we stay together. How do I know in the future that there will not be another handsome man working with you or a younger man who wants to sleep with you? Or maybe a man who can offer you something that I can't give you?" I asked.
"Honey, I assure you that this affair has scared the hell out of me. I know that I could lose you and I don't want that to ever happen. I know that you won't believe me, but I am making a promise to myself that I will never look at another man.... Ever!" my wife said.
"You say that now but how can I believe you? You have lied to me so very much. How do I know when you are telling the truth?" I asked.
My wife said nothing but looked at her hands in her lap.
"Next thing to discuss is trust. I don't trust you anymore. I trusted you to be faithful while I was gone but you broke that trust. I trusted you to always tell me the truth but you have lied to me almost constantly since I came home. With a lot of time and effort on your part, I might be able to forgive you but trust will return very slowly if at all.
"My final concern is watching you have sex. I know that you have told me that he was not as good a lover as I am, but I saw you and you were enjoying it. I cannot seem to get over seeing you fucking another man and enjoying it. I don't know if I can ever forgive that. That alone could lead me to divorce you and start over with someone else who is faithful.
"There are a lot of obstacles in trying to forgive you and some appear to be impossible. Although divorce may seem to be the easiest answer, we have been married for over 20 years and I do not want to lose the investment that we have made with each other. I am afraid that I have no easy solutions," I said.
"Honey, I do understand your feelings and concerns. We can take as much time as we need. I am going to be here with you every day and I will show you that I can be a good and faithful wife. I agree that we have an investment in our marriage and I don't want to lose it either. I will do anything that you ask of me because I want us to get back to where we were," my wife said.
"I had asked you a question to think about. 'What if I was the one having an affair?' What would you do?" I asked.
"I would like to think that I would want you to explain everything to me," she replied.
"And then what would you do with me?" I asked.
"I am afraid that I would be too hurt. I would divorce you," she replied.
"So if I divorce you, then you will understand. I know that in most 'cheating' cases, the husband and wife separate for several months so that both can get their heads straightened out. We can't do that because a separation is what caused this damned mess, besides, I cannot trust you to be alone," I said
"I will do anything that you want, Honey..... anything! I really love you with all my heart. I want us to return to what we had before you left," my wife said.
"I have thought about this a lot. Since separation is not an option, I suggest that we should continue to live here together, eat together but really we would be just roommates because we will sleep apart. As the cliché says, 'you have made your bed, now sleep in it'," I said.
The rules
"There must be some form of retribution or punishment for what you have done. I will have to think about it. In the meantime, if you want to stay married to me and to live here, there will be rules going forward. If you cannot or do not abide by them, then I will serve you with divorce papers.
The main rule is that you cannot be alone. If you have to go anywhere, except for work, I will go with you. There will be no more lunches with men at work and no after-work drinking. No girls' night out. You will be home promptly every night after work. You will call me when you get to work and call me when you leave work.
Any phone calls here at the house will be on speaker so that I can hear. You will leave your phone on the kitchen counter when you are home. That way I can randomly check it for calls and texts.
I want to see all your emails and texts from this day forward. I want full access to your laptop and cell phone. I do not care about emails or texts with Frank now, but I think you should delete them because if I should see them, it would hurt too much.
We will live together as roommates. We will eat together, and live here together but I will not sleep with you.
"I will do as you ask but I am not happy about not sleeping with you. I will delete all texts and emails from Frank right now. As for emails, texts and phone calls, I have no problem with you seeing them. I have nothing to hide. Is there anything else?" she asked.
"I recognize that I am in need of some sexual relief. We have fucked only once since I returned, so I am going to have sex with you going forward - not love making. I am going to be very selfish just so you can see how it feels. It is going to be pure sex with no caring or loving. I am only interested in getting my satisfaction. I don't care if you have an orgasm or not. You will do anything that I ask of you whether you like it or not. You deny me sex just once and you are gone! Got it?" I asked.
"I will do anything you ask," my wife said quietly with her head down.
"I have been horny since I returned so right now we are going to the guest bedroom and have sex," I said.
I walked to the guest bedroom and my wife followed behind me. I started undressing and my wife was just standing watching me.
"Get undressed and get on the bed," I said firmly.
"I need to get my diaphragm. I will be right back," my wife said.
A few minutes later my wife walked into the guest bedroom totally nude and crawled on the bed. I got on the bed and kneeled beside her head.
"Suck it until I am hard," I said.
My wife looked up at me with a frown but then took my dick into her mouth. When I was hard, I pulled out of her mouth and put some lube on my dick. I pushed it all the way into my wife's vagina with one move. There was no easing it in; I just push it all the way in. My wife let out a scream because it hurt her. I am larger than most men so I have always been careful entering a vagina, however, today I wanted to hurt my wife. I started stroking in and out until I felt my orgasm starting. It didn't take long because it had been so long ago that I had sex. I speeded up my stroking and shot several times into my wife. I know that I did not stroke long enough for my wife to cum. That's the way it is going to be! I pulled out and lay on the bed panting.
"That was about the worst love making that I have ever had, including college," my wife said.
"I am sorry that you don't like it but that is the price you have to pay so get used to it. You were selfish and taking it out on me so now the tables are turned. I am going to become selfish for a while. I am only concerned about my orgasm and I could care less if you have one or not," I said.
"Will we ever get back to the great sex that we have always had or will it be this way the rest of my life?" my wife asked.
"We will have to see how things work out," I said. "At least you are getting some sex. You have only fucked me since I came home until now. You were selfish and didn't give a shit how your denial of sex affected me," I said.
My wife hung her head down, got up off the bed and started to leave.
"Get back here! I am not done. You always gave Frank two helpings so I need at least one more," I said.
My wife frowned and crawled back on the bed.
"Clean off my dick and get me hard again," I said.
My wife took my dick into her mouth and gave me a very good blow job. I pulled out before I could cum.
"Get on your hands and knees," I said.
She complied with my command. I kneeled behind her and pushed my dick all the way into her pussy in one thrust. She yelled and screamed. I started stroking in and out. This time I lasted much longer so that I could enjoy how tight she is and how good she feels. I heard my wife have a soft orgasm while I was stroking. It was not the great orgasm that she normally has but then I am not doing anything to stimulate her. I came loudly and pulled out. I again laid on the bed.
"I am satisfied. You may go now," I said.
My wife got off the bed and left crying.
I got dressed and sat down in the living room with a Coke. Maybe an hour later my wife came down dressed in casual clothes and sat down on the couch but not very close to me.
"That was not my husband in that bedroom. He would never be that mean," she said.
"That was not my wife who was loving, caring and faithful to me," I said. "I did exactly what you said Frank did to you. But apparently Frank was better at it. Again, you seem to prefer Frank to me. I am still in second place. I am wondering if we are doing the right thing - trying to live together. Perhaps I should call Ted about restarting the divorce paperwork," I said.
"If you are going to fuck me like that all the time, then I will go along with the divorce. I want the man I married," she said.
"I want the woman that I married. I hate the bitchy wife that you have become! You deserve the harsh sex that you are getting. You are getting more sex than what I have received since I returned home. You selfish bitch!" I said.
My wife started to cry and ran off to her bedroom. She did call my bluff on the sex and divorce. I honestly believe that neither of us wants a divorce but I have been hurt and am still suffering. I really wanted her to feel the pain I have been feeling.
After an hour or so I went up to the master bedroom. She was lying on the bed and I could see that she had been crying. There were tissues all over the bed. I walked in and pulled her into my arms.
"You don't like it when I treat you exactly as you have treated me. Do you understand now why I was so upset with you?" I asked.
She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled against me and said, "Yes, I understand and I admit that I don't like it. I guess I was acting like a real bitch."
"Yes, you were. I cannot consider forgiving you until you get over your bitchiness," I said. "Right now I am holding you and showing you love and caring. Name me one time that you have done that for me since I returned," I said.
"I am sorry, Honey. I love you so much and I want what we had before. It was a wonderful marriage and I know that I fucked it up. What do I have to do to fix it?" she asked.
"It will take a lot of effort, mostly on your part. There will be good days where you will be happy but there will be days where the memory of what you have done will grab me and those will be bad days. You have to be strong and hang in there. Get dressed. I am taking you out to dinner," I said.
I took Ann to our favorite Chinese restaurant. After dinner we returned home to read on the couch for a while to relax so that we could sleep that night. When bedtime arrived, I went to the guest bedroom and closed the door. I do not know where my wife slept that night.
THIRD WEEK HOME -- THURSDAY:
I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking again. I dressed and went to the kitchen.
"I will have breakfast ready in a minute," my wife said.
Setting beside my plate was her laptop and her cell phone. There was a sticky note on the laptop with all the passwords.
There was no discussion during the meal. After breakfast we sat at the kitchen table for another talk.
Retribution
"Yesterday I had mentioned that there should be some sort of retribution for your adultery," I said.
"Honey, do you have to call it adultery? It sounds.... illegal. I just made a mistake due to poor judgment," my wife said.
"If you look up adultery, you will find that it is exactly what you did: 'voluntary sexual intercourse between a married person and a person other than their spouse.' Also you will find that it is illegal in our state. You not only broke my heart but you have broken the law. I had planned to sue your lover for adultery if you went on the trip," I said.
My wife just hung her head down.
"So for your punishment, I have decided on something for you. You have caused all this pain and hurt by your unfaithful actions so I feel that you should be the one responsible for fixing it. If you want the marriage to be the way that it was, then you will come up with a solution to fix it. However, if you fail to fix it, a divorce will be the next action. I am putting it all on you," I said.
"I admit that it is my entire fault. This will take some time and a lot of hard thinking," Ann said.
"Don't take too long either. I am not very patient these days," I said.
I went to my office and started working on a report that was due in a few days. I looked in on my wife later that day. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop. She was busy making notes on several sheets of paper. Good! Why should I be the one to solve all our problems? She caused them, she can fix them.
That afternoon I was feeling horny so I went to the kitchen and told my wife to follow me to the guest bedroom because I needed sex. She ran upstairs for her diaphragm. When she walked into the bedroom, I told her to undress and get on the bed. I undressed and crawled beside her on the bed. I played with her pussy a little bit and then I laid on top of her and inserted my penis into her. She groaned with pain as I entered her in one stroke. I stroked until I came. I noticed that she did not have an orgasm. I laid beside her but said nothing.
"I guess I deserve this kind of treatment but I don't like it," my wife said.
"I put up with your shit and bitchiness for many weeks and why? It was because I loved you and I wanted to stay with you. I never tried to leave you even when you were at your worst. I suggest that you get used to having sex like this. I am just being selfish like you were. I am looking to only satisfy me. You already have had more sex than I had in a month," I said.
My wife just stared at me.
"Suck me until I am hard," I said. "Do a very good job. The Saturday night that you let me fuck you, I gave you the best sex that I could, even though you were being bitchy with me. I expect you to do the same for me now," I said.
She took me into her mouth and gave me an excellent blow job. I pulled out before she could finish it.
"Get on your hands and knees," I said.
She complied and we fucked in that position for at least 10 minutes. I heard her have a good orgasm so I pulled out and lubed up my dick. I pushed it slowly into her ass. She yelped but held still. I fucked her ass for about 3 or 4 minutes before I came inside of her. I pulled out and laid on the bed trying to catch my breath. I told her that I was satisfied and she could leave.
I spent the rest of the day going through her laptop and her cell phone. There was nothing of consequence to be found.
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Two weeks passed, my wife had returned to work at the engineering company and I picked up a large consulting project that I could do from home. The work kept both of us busy and gave us something else to think about besides us and our marriage. We ate breakfast and dinner together and were civil to each other. We continued to sleep apart and I could tell that my wife was not happy with it. I also think that forcing her to sleep in the "Frank and Ann" bed was getting to her. We had sex fairly often but still using my "selfish sex" technique. My wife disliked it but put up with it because she saw it as part of her punishment.
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After two weeks of punishment "selfish sex", I realized that I needed to do something else because it felt like I was losing Ann. I still had not fully forgiven Ann yet so I was not ready to return to giving her sex like we had prior to the affair, besides, she was not participating at all. I decided to follow exactly what Frank was doing with her, hoping that it might improve our sex life.
After 5 weeks I felt that although we were living together, the relationship was not what it had been prior to the affair and the sex was not satisfying. My attempt to do the same routine as Frank's did not seem to make any difference with Ann. Before the affair she was an active sex partner and was always smiling and happy when we made love. Since the affair, she has an unhappy look on her face and just lays there letting me have my way. Sex with her is like having sex with a blowup sex doll or a slave. After some deep thinking about this I came up with a plan to hopefully correct the situation.
One night after dinner, I asked Ann to sit with me at the kitchen table as we needed to talk.
A Date
"I am not happy!" I said. "Your wonderful personality is gone. You used to be a lot of fun to be with. You were cheerful and outgoing and you smiled all the time. Now you are quiet and act like you are walking on egg shells. You never initiate conversation and your replies are only a few words so I really do not know what is going on in your head.
"We both wanted our sex life to return but nothing is improving, in fact it is getting worse. I know that sex is not satisfying for either of us these days. You have been very good at giving me your body when I want sex but your heart is not in it. You just lay there and let me have my way. You are about as sexual as a blowup sex doll and not as much fun.
"I watched you being a better sex partner in bed with Frank than you are with me. The last three weeks I have changed from 'selfish sex' to following Frank's routine for sex with you. I don't believe that you noticed the change because your participation has not changed. When I watch the video of you two having sex, you appear to be enjoying it and you had great orgasms just like we used to have. When I do exactly the same routine with you, you just lay there. I don't think you have had an orgasm in the last 5 weeks. Something has to change because I am not going to spend the rest of my life with a blowup sex doll," I explained.
"Honey, I have......" An started to say before I interrupted her.
"So how do we change our sex life? Going forward from tonight, there will be two modifications:
"First, I have loaded on your laptop the video of you and Frank fucking and I put a copy of your orgasm with Frank on your cell phone. I want you to watch them several times and compare what you are doing with Frank to what you are doing with me now. I know that I am not stimulating you to have orgasms but neither did Frank and you enjoyed sex with him.
"Second, I have decided that I am going to go on some dates for sex. These dates are not revenge fucks. I need to experience some sex that is enjoyable and satisfying. These dates are just for sex and as you have said to me 'they should not be of a concern to you'. I promise to you that I will not bring my dates into this house, which is unlike what you did," I said.
"Honey, I have no right to say anything based upon what I have done, but please don't start dating other women because I fear that you will fall in love with someone else and leave me. I am trying to please you but I don't know what to do. It hurts to hear you say that I am a blow-up doll," my wife said.
"A blow-up doll is exactly what I am getting when I fuck you so if you don't like it then change! Since you are not the lover you were before I left, I am going to date to see if the problem is me or if it is you; however, I suspect that it is you and your lack of performance. At least I am telling you about my dating before I do it unlike what you did to me," I said.
I saw tears forming in my wife's eyes and she stood up to leave.
"How are you coming on the fix for our marriage? Not much time left!" I said.
My wife turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes and then she ran into the kitchen to get some tissues.
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The following Saturday I told my wife at breakfast that I had a date that night. I told her that I would not be home for dinner and that I would not return until sometime the next morning.
About 4 pm I shaved and took a long shower. I keep a box of Magnum XL condoms for anal sex in case my wife is dirty. I set the box on the bathroom counter by my cologne. I notice that my wife was watching me but I ignored her. I put on my best slacks and shirt. I put on my fanciest sport coat and sprayed cologne on me. I grabbed two condoms and put them in my coat pocket. I grabbed my car keys and as I headed for the garage; all I said to her was goodnight.
I went to Texas Roadhouse and had my favorite steak. When I paid, I made certain to put the receipt in my pants pocket. Next door to the restaurant was a large hardware store so I spent an hour wandering around. I picked up a few things that I have been wanting. I made sure that I put the charge receipt in my pants pocket. I then drove to a nearby multiplex movie theater. I bought a ticket to a movie and actually slept through most of because the movie was so bad. It finished about 9:30 pm so I bought a ticket to a different movie. This one was even worse. It was almost midnight when I left the theater so I drove out into the country for about an hour and then I headed home.
When I entered my house, I saw my wife sitting on the couch watching TV. I didn't say anything but hurried up to my bedroom. I closed the bedroom door loudly to make certain that she knew that I was home. When I undressed, I made certain that the receipts and the two movie ticket stubs were in my pants pocket. I put my pants into the laundry basket in the master bathroom where I knew that she would find them.
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The next morning at breakfast, my wife's eyes were red from crying and she didn't look like she had slept at all.
"How was your date last night?" she asked.
"Wonderful! I had a great time!" I replied happily.
"I waited up for you last night in case your date didn't work out and you needed some sex," she said.
"How very thoughtful of you," I said.
"Did you...." my wife asked.
"A gentleman does not discuss his love affairs," I replied. "Did you feel hurt and pain last night being alone here at the house and knowing that I was out having sex?"
"Yes!" she said and started to cry again.
"That is exactly how I felt those Wednesday nights. I knew what you were doing and it was killing me. Now you know how it feels," I said.
My wife avoided me all day. Since it was Sunday she was doing our laundry for the week. I wondered if she found the movie ticket stubs.
That afternoon as part of my plan I took out my cell phone in front of my wife and pretended that I had an incoming call.
"This is Jim," I said into the phone. "Yes, I am not busy. Sure, see you there."
I left the house about 4 pm without telling my wife where I was going. She saw me leave but said nothing. I returned about 8 pm to avoid dinner with her. I had eaten at the bar at Texas Roadhouse and had a couple of beers afterward. When I got home I went straight to my bedroom and closed the door.
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On Monday she didn't act any differently. I wondered if she found the ticket stubs so I decided to push my luck. During dinner I told her that I had another date tomorrow night.
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At breakfast Tuesday morning, I noticed on my plate there was a baggie with my two movie theater ticket stubs and the receipts inside. I noticed that my wife was humming and smiling a lot while she cooked breakfast. When she put breakfast on the table, I set the baggie aside on the table and loaded up my plate with eggs, bacon and toast. We neither one mentioned the baggie or the ticket stubs. After breakfast she dressed for work and as she was leaving, she came into my office and kissed me goodbye. That was a change! Since I have returned from Europe, she has just been saying goodbye at the door to my office as she leaves for work.
"I will see you for dinner tonight. I am planning to fix something very special for you and you don't need to dress up or have condoms," my wife said as she left for work.
I tried to concentrate on a project that was due in a week but my mind kept wandering to what my wife was up to. She was on to me because she knew that I did not have a date tonight.
She came home promptly from work and came into my office to give me a kiss and a hug. She ran upstairs to put on casual clothing. She came down stairs and cooked my favorite dish - German sausages, red cabbage and spaetzle. During the meal, we neither one said anything but my wife seemed to be smiling all the time and looked at me often. This was a change!
After dinner we sat and watched one of our favorite TV shows. I noticed that she had on my favorite perfume. My wife sat close to me and put her hand on my thigh. When I was ready to go to bed, she walked up the stairs with me and followed me into the guest bedroom. She undressed and got under the covers. I undressed and crawled into bed with her. She immediate grabbed my dick and started sucking it. That led to passionate and much-needed lovemaking that night. She was smiling the whole time and she was being a very active partner in bed and not a limp blowup doll. We made love until the early hours of the morning.
The next morning I woke up with my arms around my wife. I started to get up and she pulled me back into bed.
"I am not done with you yet," she said giggling and she grabbed my dick.
"What about work?" I asked.
"You are the most important thing in my life right now. Later I'll call into work and tell them I am sick. After I get you hard, I want you to show me again how to do anal in the prone bone position," she said.
I dropped my 'selfish fucking' and the "Frank routine" because our old sex life was back.
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Her solution
The next weekend at dinner my wife said that she wanted to have a serious talk with me. After dinner I fixed us both a drink and we sat down at the kitchen table. My wife had several sheets of paper in her hand.
"Last week when you told me that you were going to start dating, it really hurt me. I knew if you started dating, I would lose you. When I saw you dress up and leave the house, I cried for a long time because I knew that we were headed for a divorce. I finally realized how you must have felt about me going out on you.
"On Sunday when I was doing laundry, I found the ticket stubs and the receipts in your pocket. I threw them in the trash because I knew that they were from your date. That night I could not sleep because something about your date didn't make sense. Two movie tickets and a receipt for a dinner for one did not make sense. Monday morning, I dug them out of the trash and I examined the theater ticket stubs. I had thought that the two stubs meant that you took a date to the movies, but when I read them, I saw that you went to two movies in a row. Right then I knew that you did really love me and you were telling me to get my shit together. It was a big hint just like stealing Frank's car. I thought about it all Monday and I analyzed what was missing. I watched the video on my laptop and you were right about my participation. I needed to be a much better partner in bed and I could fix that. I tried to show you Tuesday night that I was not a blowup sex doll," my wife said.
I smiled at her because she figured out my plan. Damn, she is intelligent!
"So next I had to fix our marriage because you told me that this was all my fault and therefore it was my responsibility to fix. So, how do I fix our marriage? I had done some research and I have thought a lot about it. Although things are somewhat better now, I realized that our relationship was damaged so badly that it cannot and should not be fixed," my wife said.
"I would like to propose that we build a new relationship based on new criteria. Since the past is so painful, I propose that we leave the past as it is and start anew. I have written down the criteria for our new relationship and I would like to read it to you," she continued with the papers in hand.
"I am very interested to hear what you have come up with," I said.
"First, I would propose that we renew our wedding vows in a church. That will be the start of our new life together.
"Second, I would propose that we get a postnuptial agreement so that if either of us cheats, the cheater would give up all claims to house, cars, etc. That will stop some of your worrying.
"Third, we keep the rules that you have already established for me except the one dealing with sleeping. The night of your 'date' I got your 'hint' and got my shit together. Ever since then, we have had excellent love making. However, we need to be sleeping together in our bedroom. I propose that we purchase a new bed for our bedroom and get rid of the old one. I will buy us new sheets to go with our new bed. I also thought I could paint the walls and do some redecorating to make it seem like a new place just for us.
"Fourth, I promise to never deny you sex again. As a good wife, I will enthusiastically accommodate all your needs without being a 'blowup sex doll' as you put it. I know that you have been using rough sex to punish me and I hated it. But Tuesday night I tried to show you that the 'old Ann' is back and ready for more love making," my wife said.
"Fifth, you are very concerned about your traveling and my faithfulness. I propose that for short trips of 3 or 4 days that I will take off from work the day before you leave. I will spend the whole day screwing you so that we both can last until you return. When you return home, I will make certain that you get plenty of 'welcome home' sex. For longer trips, especially like your last one to Europe, I propose that I go with you. That way there is no temptation and no one becomes lonely. I will make arrangements with my work so that I can take extended leave when we need it. Will this meet with your approval?" my wife explained.
I interrupted her, "That is an excellent solution."
"Lastly, you told me that you keep seeing a movie in your mind of Frank and I having sex. So my solution is that we purchase a video camera. Then you and I will make a couple of porn movies of us having sex for you to watch often. We can even put it on your laptop to take with you on your business trips. We will try to replace the Frank movie in your brain with one of you and me," my wife said.
"I think your proposals are well thought out and we should implement them immediately," I said.
My wife sat looking at me with a big smile on her face.
"I have something for you," I said.
I went to my office. I returned with a 14 x 16 picture frame that I had kept hidden. Enclosed was the airline ticket laying across her thong panties. The crotch was exposed showing semen stains.
"This is for our bedroom. I want it as a reminder that you will never stray again," I said.
The next day we purchased a new bed, mattress, sheets, and wall paint. Then we found a 4K video camera with a remote and tripod for our bedroom. That night we had great love making again, just like before I left.
Once the new bed was in place and the bedroom re-decorated, I moved back in.
EPILOGUE:
The day after Frank died, I had decided not to show his wife the video. There is no sense making her grieving process worse. The police officially announced that Frank's death was an accident due to drunk driving. They made no mention of the panties or the airplane ticket that I know of. I suspect that his wife knew about all his affairs, but she kept it secret to protect his company and her future. She took over full ownership of her husband's company and hired experts to help her run it.
I have thought a lot about Frank's death. I wondered if it was suicide or an accident. He knew that the affair was over and I was going to expose the evidence to his wife the next day. He knew that she would divorce him and take him to the cleaners. The newspapers would pick up on the affair and the divorce and the publicity would ruin his reputation and his business. I think that he didn't know what to do so he got very drunk someplace and then tried to drive home. But I wondered why he had my wife's panties wrapped around her plane ticket. Could it be that he really was in love with here? Or was it his form of a suicide note? The auto accident did put closure to the affair with my wife. Honestly, in my mind it was the best punishment he could receive for having an affair with my wife.
It has been 6 months since I returned states-side and our relationship is improving. My wife is over Frank and has forgotten about the affair, but for me I still have the memory of seeing her fucking Frank. There have been a couple of occasions when something will remind me of the affair and I get angry. I do and say things that I should not, but my wife listens to me and remains calm. She hugs me for a while and then she takes me to bed to relieve my tensions.
Her solution for our damaged marriage was perfect. I also had come up with the same ideas but if I put them to Ann, they would be my ideas and she might not have accepted them. This way they were her ideas and she was very willing to incorporate them into our marriage.
We implemented her suggestions including getting remarried in a church and getting the postnuptial agreement. I really hate to admit it, but the affair did tune up both our efforts in the bedroom. I think both of us are more relaxed because neither of us has to be concerned about Frank. His death brought closure for both of us.
So did they live happily ever after? We will have to wait and see.
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