The Same Old Story – End 02 by NylonDreams

I was working through another story, my final one, I told myself but boxed myself in. I will complete it when I unbox myself.

Amongst the Loving Wives section, there has been a common theme of a husband discovering his wife about to head out on a date and the effect it has on him, them. So many comments had very different outcomes than the stories. This idea came to mind closely followed by four alternative endings.

So, the beginning in each will be the same but the outcome completely different. They will be posted together. The characters, some events, the essence of some dialogues are repeated but only to highlight how the same set of circumstances led to different conclusions. There are also references to events contained in other versions. The more observant may have noticed there are now five. As I reached towards the end of the third, I realised that there was one option, I hadn’t included. It was the one I hoped would have happened in real life. There are sex scenes, not wrist busters but rather than repeat those, I have tried to change them.

If you have read another version and want to skip the beginning, scroll to “She stammered, “It’s not what it seems!”

I had concluded a business meeting and was heading back to my office. As I sat in the seemingly endless traffic, I thought, “Why go back?” At this rate it would take at least an hour and a bit to get there. At the most, I’d get 20-30 minutes of work before struggling home. If I turned to home now, I could be home in 20 minutes. Logic won. I went home.

Now, as it was Friday, I never had any thought that my wife would be at home. At least at the time I normally arrived home, just after 6.30pm, she never was. For almost four months she had been going on “Girls’ Nights Out” with colleagues from her work. I wasn’t happy as we had our date nights either on a Friday or Saturday. In fact, we have never had any date nights since she started going out. Like all couples, we have our arguments but recently, it seemed like that was all we were doing.

I’m Andrew or Andy to my small group of friends. I’m not really an outgoing person, quite introverted in many ways. I do have a good sense of humour and when I know someone, I do let it out. I’m fairly average in looks, height and body. My hair is receding already. I joke I traded that for a larger penis, about 8 inches and fairly thick. It’s probably my only stand out feature!

I do work out as it helps me deal with the stress of my job. I’m fairly easy going and willing to help anyone. I do a lot of the jobs around the house including the laundry, ironing and shopping, as required, to ease the burden on my wife, Katrina or Kat. She works in a private firm contracted to the government as an administrative assistant.

Kat is beautiful though she doesn’t believe she is and dresses down, very demurely. My friends couldn’t believe I managed to get her to have a date with me, let alone have her end up marrying me. She’s about 5’6″ with long hazel hair which comes to the middle of her back. Her green eyes show a love for life. Her mouth is just perfect for kissing. She had a body which inspires wet dreams. I love her large breasts, 38DD with nipples which could knock your eye out as they become so long when she is aroused. Her pussy tastes better than any honey, whisky or anything else you might love. If I’d had sticky out ears when I met her, I wouldn’t have any now as she squeezes her thighs so tightly around my head as she cums. As we have a very active sex life, even if fairly tame, that used to be very often.

Sex lately has been missing. Looking back, probably around when the girls’ nights out started. I definitely should have noticed but I never thought anything like this would happen. I was blind to what was obviously going on.

It was just before 4pm when I drew up at our apartment block. I headed in to our third floor, one bedroom flat. As I entered, I heard the shower so knew it was a waste of time shouting for her. I dropped my briefcase and headed to the bedroom.

When I entered, I took a double take. Hanging on the outside of her wardrobe was a very slinky little black dress. The low V front promised onlookers a view of heaven. The length meant a lot and I mean a lot of thigh would be on display. If that was bad, what was on the bed was even worse. There was a sheer black bra, matching suspender belt, a sheer thong and stockings. I had never seen those items nor the three-inch heels laid out by the bed.

For most of the time I’d known Kat, her underwear was functional, barely sexy in any way. I couldn’t recall her wearing heels more than an inch high. When I had suggested anything like those items, I was told I was a misogynist, sexist pig.

I was struggling to breathe. My mind was rushing about, trying to find any reason this wasn’t what it appeared to be. I dismissed the thought that this was for me quickly. I slumped onto the bed.

If that was bad, when Kat came out of the shower it only got worse. Her face upon seeing me there told me all I needed to know. She was shocked, confused, embarrassed, alarmed and bloody nervous.

As I took that in, my mind registered that her pubic hair was missing. When I had suggested that, I was called a paedophile!

She stammered, “It’s not what it seems!”

I was angry and it showed, “Well, from what I see, your girls’ nights out are a front for you fucking someone other than me. In fact, when was the last time we fucked? Before you started those nights out. I should have guessed! You took my love and trust for you and threw it in the gutter.

“You dress like that for someone else when you’ve never dressed like that for me! When did you wax your cunt? Both of which you threatened to cut my balls off when I suggested them. Tell me how it’s not what it seems because I can’t see any other explanation!”

Kat looked surprised at my anger, “Let me put my robe on and we’ll go to the lounge. I’ll explain about the girls’ evenings.”

I stormed through and jumped into my seat. I realised I was breathing heavily, my heart rate was well up. I was more than angry. I was furious at myself for not recognising what had been happening. I hadn’t a thought about her, I later realised.

Kat came in. She had a concerned look on her face. Too fucking late now!

She spoke quietly with a hint of nerves in her voice. “I haven’t fucked anyone yet!

“We meet at the restaurant around 7pm. During the meals, some of the girls are quite vocal about their sex lives. I couldn’t believe what they were saying. Amongst the many things they described they told me how great a big cock feels.

“You’re above average and you know how to make me cum but I have always wondered about a really big cock. After those nights I have thought about it – a lot.

“When we went on to the club, I was happy dancing with quite a few men. I was surprised when I felt a few get aroused. Most weren’t anywhere near your size but there were a couple which felt a lot longer.

“One, the girls raved about. They saw how flushed I looked after dancing with him. He’d fucked three or four of them and they all loved being so full.