A Christmas Party Ch 1
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The wife fucks an ex-neighbor at our Christmas party.
This is a fictional story. If you don’t like cheating wife stories with forgiveness, then please move on.
Just before Christmas my wife, Helen, and I, Jim, held a Christmas party on a Saturday night at our house for our friends and neighbors. We had not held a party in several years due to the pandemic so we thought it was time to do it again. My wife had cooked the week prior so that there would be plenty of tasty goodies for our friends.
Helen had bought a special dress to wear at the party. It was a gold color which paired well with her red hair, and it really hugged her small bubble butt. I married her 15 years ago because of my love for her cute butt. Although she is 40, she looks like she is still in college.
Helen and I have never had kids. Right after we were married, she had to have a complete hysterectomy due to a medical condition. The down side of the hysterectomy was there would be no children but the good side was that she was never going to have to take birth-control pills or worry about becoming pregnant.
Although we have been married for 15 years, we still fuck like we are on our honeymoon. Helen is the perfect partner for me as I am slightly “over-sexed” per my mother. My loving wife will do anything that I ask in the bedroom. Over the years we have tried every position and every form of sex that you can imagine. We both regard giving oral sex as our specialty. We both hate giving oral sex to a thick, pubic bush so we are both smooth. We enjoy each other so much that we have never considered swinging or swapping because neither of us would be happy with someone else.
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About 60 people showed up to our party so the house was very crowded. About half way through the scheduled time for the party, I looked for my wife but couldn’t find her. I started moving around on the first floor but my search was interrupted because an old friend wanted to talk to me about his new golf clubs. When I could break loose, I did a thorough walk around the first floor but did not see her, so I went upstairs. We had roped off the master bedroom to keep our guests from wandered in there so I assumed that she was not in there. We had closed all the doors upstairs with the intension to keep people out, however, the guest bathroom was left open and available. I opened the doors to the spare bedrooms, but no one was in them. The guest bathroom was also empty. Where was my wife?
I returned to the first floor but kept my eyes on the stairs to see if she might have gone into the master bedroom for some reason. Then I saw George, our ex-neighbor, come down the stairs. There was no one upstairs when I was looking for my wife so where did he come from? In fact, I don’t recall that we invited George to the party. He and his wife, Janice, used to live two houses down the street from us. They had suddenly sold their house about a year ago and moved to the other side of Denver. I was very glad when they had moved because I didn’t like George. He was always flirting with my wife, not just light kidding but very serious flirting where he intended to have sex with her. I had asked him to stop it but he never did. My wife and I had agreed when they moved not to socialize with them anymore. So why was he here?
I headed over to him at the bottom of the stairs to see what he was up to.
“Hello, George. I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said. “Where is your wife?”
“Actually, I was in the area on business, so I thought I would just drop in,” he said.
I noticed that he had some lipstick on the side of his face and I don’t think that he knew it. I could be wrong, but I would swear that the lipstick was the same shade as what my wife wears.
“George, you have lipstick on the side of your face. You better wipe it off before you go home,” I said.
“Oh. Just some fun under the mistletoe,” he said and quickly walked away from me.
“We don’t have any mistletoe, George,” I said.
He quickly made his way to our front door and exited. There is something going on! George was here and he wasn’t invited. He had my wife’s lipstick on his face. Was he playing kissy face with my wife? I did not see him upstairs when I was looking for my wife, yet he came down from up there. And where was my wife? I need to speak with my wife about all this.
A little while later I saw my wife talking to a couple of her female friends. I walked over to her and whispered in her ear so that no one could hear me, “What was George doing here? Where have you been? I have been looking for you.”
She excused herself from the ladies and said to me, “We can talk about this later. We need to circulate and visit with everyone. Let’s enjoy our party.”
After all of our guests left, we cleaned up lightly and put the leftover food away. It was late so we headed to our bedroom. My wife jumped in the shower but I was so tired that I just undressed and crawled into bed. After my wife dried off and brushed her teeth, she crawled into bed. We both have slept in the nude since we were married. My wife snuggled up to me and kissed me. I love her nude body against me.
“How about we go to sleep and have an afternoon delight tomorrow to make up for it?” she asked.
“That sounds good. I am so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open,” I answered
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We woke up the next morning and my wife snuggled up to me and gave me one of those deep kisses, which is a usual indication that the lovemaking will to follow. When we broke the kiss, I noticed that my wife had a hickey on the side of her neck.
“Honey, you have a hickey on your neck. Actually, it looks like two close together. Where did they come from?” I asked.
My wife sat straight up in bed and grabbed her neck. When she did, the covers fell away from her torso. I noticed a red bite mark under her left breast just below the nipple.
“Honey, you have a bite mark on your left tit,” I said.
“What the hell?” my wife said as she tried to examine her breast. I pulled the covers down and I found another hickey just beside her pussy lips and there was a red circle around the area of her clit. It looked like a hickey that hadn’t turned purple yet.
“There are some more hickeys down on your pussy. I think you have some explaining to do,” I said angrily.
She pulled the sheet up around her neck and tears started rolling down her cheeks.
“I made a bad mistake yesterday,” she said.
“You better tell me all about it,” I replied.
“During the party, I came upstairs to use the guest bathroom. When I came out, George was waiting outside the door. He grabbed me and kissed me very passionately and he pushed me against the wall. While he was kissing me, I felt his hand go under my dress and start playing with my pussy. He had me pinned against the wall so I could not get away from him. He started kissing my neck which really turns me on. Between him turning me on, maybe too much wine and my love of sex….. so once he started, I went along with it,” my wife said.
“So are you telling me that you fucked George at our party and he did this to you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. She seemed both embarrassed and angry.
“Did you know that he left the hickeys?” I asked.
“No! I remember that he kissed my neck a lot but I didn’t know that he left a mark. I don’t know anything about the other marks,” she answered.
“I looked for you during the party but I could not find you either downstairs or upstairs, but I did see George coming down from upstairs. Where did you do this?” I asked.
“He pulled me into my sewing room and we did it on the floor,” she said.
That was the one door that I did not open when I was looking for her. Who would have sex on the floor of her sewing room when there are 4 bedrooms?
“When were you going to tell me about this?” I asked angrily.
“I was planning for the right moment this morning at breakfast,” she said crying.
“I think we just found the right moment,” I said.
I grabbed my cell phone from beside the bed. I pulled the covers off my wife and told her to lay still because I wanted to document the hickeys. I took several full body shots and then some close-ups of each hickey.
“Roll over. I want to see if you have any more on your back side,” I said.
“No, Honey, I don’t think that there are any,” my wife said.
So she doesn’t want to turn over. I wonder what she is hiding? I grabbed her and rolled her onto her tummy. There were no my hickeys or bruises but when I pulled her ass cheeks apart, it was very evident that she had been fucked in the ass. There were some small abrasions on her anus and some of her rectum was protruding out. Also there was some bleeding evident so I took photos of her anus. I had my wife hold her ass cheeks apart and I took several photos.
“So you let him fuck you in the ass!” I said angrily. “I thought that you told me that anal sex was just my privilege.”
“Honey, please believe me that this was all a mistake. I certainly did not ask him to fuck me back there… he just did it,” she said.
I always have disliked George but now I wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch; however, that lowlife isn’t worth jail time. I am going to go to his home and teach him that he cannot fuck my wife and get away with it. I hurriedly put on my sweat pants and sweat shirt. I put my cell phone in my pocket because I might need it. I was in such a hurry to meet up with George that I pulled on my boots without socks.
“Honey, please don’t do this,” my wife said.
“Helen, I will not be a ‘wimp’ husband who accepts his wife cheating. I hated George when they lived here because he was always hitting on you but now he has gone too far! That son-of-a-bitch George is going to pay for what he has done! He can’t fuck my wife and get away with it!” I said.
“I know you want to go hurt George but don’t do it. Think about his wife. Do you really want to do this in front of her?,” my wife asked.
“Did you think about his wife when you two were fucking? No, you didn’t! Now you do not want me to hurt George. What the Hell! Do you have feelings for the son-of-a-bitch?” I asked.
“No, I don’t. I like him as a friend, but that is all,” my wife said. “I only love you. Don’t you understand?”
“Ha! You only love me but you fucked George! Don’t you dare to call him to warn him that I am coming because if you do, you better be gone when I get back,” I said.
“I won’t call him. I promise! And I intend to be here when you get back so that we can work this out,” my wife said as I ran down the stairs and headed for the garage. I was so angry that I forgot to get a coat. Oh well, the car has a heater.
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George and his wife had moved quite far from our house about a year ago. It took almost 55 minutes to get there. I checked the clock in the car and it was 9:30 am. George and his wife should be up by now. I walked up to their door and pounded on it. Screw the doorbell! His wife, Janice, opened the door.
“Jim, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“Where is George?” I asked as I pushed past Janice into their home.
“He is in the kitchen eating breakfast. Why?” she asked and pointed the way to their kitchen.
I walked quickly into their kitchen and when I was about 3 feet from him, I yelled, “George, you son-of-a-bitch.”
He was sitting at the kitchen table and all he had on were his pajama bottoms. God, he is one ugly man! A slightly overweight and hairy as hell. He is taller than me by several inches and much heavier; however, I have the advantage of surprise and adrenaline running in my veins.
He swiveled around in his chair to see me. I stepped up and grabbed him by the throat. I lifted him out of his chair and pushed him against the wall. He tried to remove my hand but I held him firmly. He was struggling to breathe.
His wife came running up and stood behind me.
“What is this all about, Jim?” she asked.
“Yesterday, this piece-of-shit fucked my wife at our Christmas party. He not only fucked her, but he left hickeys all over her body for me to find this morning. He even fucked her in the ass and caused some damage. I will have to take her to the doctor when I am through here with your husband,” I said angrily.
“Jim, I can’t believe that he would do that,” she said.
I changed hands on his throat so that I could take out my cell phone. I brought up the first photo of my wife that I had taken this morning and handed the phone to Janice.
“Look at these. There are a lot of photos because he left a lot of marks on her,” I said to Janice.
She started going through the photos and then she began to cry. She handed my phone back and I put it back into my pocket.
“Your poor wife! I am so sorry for her!” Janice said.
“George, you fucked my wife yesterday. Are you intending to have her marry you after divorces? Or was she just another of your quickie fucks?” I asked.
George tried to shake his head but I gripped his throat tighter.
“You have really fucked up this time. I am going to give you the beating of your life. I want to kill you, but you are not worth the jail time,” I said.
“Janice, call the police! This guy is crazy!” George said.
“Yes, let’s call the police and I will show them the photos of my wife that you raped. It had to be rape because I know that she would not willingly fuck an ugly man like you. So you have a choice, we can either call the police or you can take a beating like a man. Which is it, George? Years in jail for rape or a little pain now?” I asked.
“I am not calling the police, George,” Janice said.
His eyes got really big and the color drained from his face. I grabbed him by the hair on his head and drug him through their patio door into the back yard. There was still about 2 inches of snow on the ground and George was barefoot. I was going to use the cold and the snow to my advantage when I beat him up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw their garden hose was coiled up on the patio for the winter. Instead of beating George with my hands, I had an idea to use the hose. I remember in the old movies that cops would use rubber hoses on criminals because it really hurt but left no marks. Rubber hoses become rigid in the winter here and can be broken if handled a lot. I have had it happen when I try putting hoses up each winter.
I let go of George’s hair and he ran into the middle of their backyard. He was crying from my pulling his hair and he was pleading with me not to hurt him.
I took the end of the hose between my hands and tried to break off a 3 foot piece. The hose was tough but I worked it back and forth until it gave way. I held the piece of hose in my right hand and shook it angrily. George stopped moving and just held his hands up to protect himself.
I hit him across the left cheek and ear. I know that when you hit the ear that hard, it is very painful. George screamed and put his hands up to his ear. Then I hit him on his other ear and he screamed again. He is making too much noise and I don’t want the neighbors calling the cops. I grabbed him by the hair again and pulled him back into the house. His wife closed the door behind us.
“I know what you are going to do to him and he deserves it. Just don’t kill him. He’s not worth it,” his wife said.
I pulled him by the hair into their living room and then let go of his hair. I proceeded to hit him in the body and legs with the rubber hose. He screamed each time I hit him and he moved his hands around trying to protect himself.
“George, are you a wimp? Are you such a weak coward that you won’t fight back? Come on! Let’s have a real fight because either way I am going to whip your ass,” I said. But George just continued to cry and held his arms outstretched as if he wanted a hug.
I continued to hit him until the hose finally broke into two pieces so I hit him across the mouth with the short piece I still had in my hand. It must have broken his lip or cut his gums because his face became quite bloody. He put his hand to his mouth and then saw the blood on his hands.
I dropped the piece of hose and then gave him two quick blows to the gut with my fists. He instantly doubled over and was trying hard to get his breath. I gave him an uppercut under his jaw which straightened him upright again. I kicked him hard in one shin and he grabbed it with both hands. So I kicked him in the other shin and he fell to the floor. I dropped to my knees beside him. His pajama pants had come open and his dick and balls were exposed.
His dick, although soft, was surprisingly small for a “lover” maybe only an inch protruding from a thick pubic bush. His ball sack was small and also very hairy. How could my wife have sex with such an ugly man? It certainly was not because he had a larger cock than I have.
I slapped his face hard to get his attention and I noticed that my hand was now fairly bloody from hitting his face.
I held my bloody hand in front of his face and said, “George, you are lucky that I didn’t kill you. If you try to contact my wife or come to my house again, I will finish the job. Do you understand me?” I said.
He nodded his head yes. I reached down and grabbed his balls and as I started to squeeze them slightly, I said, “George, what gives you the right to fuck another man’s wife? Shit, you don’t even have enough equipment down here to do that. You have a beautiful wife and if you do anything to hurt her, I will come back here and I will really hurt you. Do you hear me?”
I tightened my grip on his balls and he shook his head yes. Then I squeezed his balls as hard as I could and held on for several seconds. George doubled up in a ball and started throwing up. I stood up and walked over to his wife.
“I think that he has had enough for now,” his wife said.
“What do you want done with this piece of shit?” I asked her.
“Help me get him into our guest bedroom, He isn’t sleeping with me anymore,” she said.
She grabbed one of his arms and I got the other one. We lifted him up to his feet and we drug him up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. He seemed to have passed out so he was just dead weight; however, I was able to manhandle him onto the bed.
“Would you come downstairs with me? I have something that I need to tell you,” Janice said.
We went back to her kitchen and she got a cup of coffee and asked me if I wanted one. I shook my head no. We sat down at her kitchen table and I noticed that she had a very worried look on her face. I could tell that this was going to be a serious talk.
“I know that he flirts heavily with other women. I have never liked it and have asked him not to do it, but he does it anyway. He said that was just his way of being friendly. I have suspected him of screwing other women on a couple of occasions but could not prove it, so my life with him went on. Love went away a long time ago, in fact we haven’t made love in a year,” she explained.
“I had no idea that he was that bad, Janice. I knew that he flirted too much with my wife and I didn’t like it,” I said.
“Do you know the reason that we moved from your neighborhood? He kept badgering your wife for sex until she got tired of it and finally gave him a blowjob. I found out and made George tell me about it. He said it was all Helen’s idea. I considered her my best friend, however, things became heated between she and I over the blowjob incident because I blamed her for it Since I didn’t want it happening again, I thought it best if we just moved away,” Janice said.
“Really! A blow job! I did not know. I will take that up with my wife when I get home,” I said.
“Please don’t be too hard on your wife. Helen is a wonderful woman and I know that she loves you very much. I doubt that she started any of this because I know George. After what he did to your wife yesterday, I can see that I might have been wrong about blaming your wife for the blowjob,” Janice said.
“Has there been any other sexual activity between my wife and George?” I asked.
“The blowjob was the only thing prior to our leaving. I don’t think George has had any contact with your wife since then. He has been too busy chasing a new secretary at work this last year. I have no idea how he knew about your party. When he left yesterday, he told me that he had a business appointment,” Janice said.
“I know how I feel about yesterday but it might help me to know your thoughts, kind of as an outsider looking in,” I said.
“I am very sorry for your wife, but knowing George, it does not surprise me. He will screw anyone except his wife. I seriously doubt that your wife would have started anything with him because the blowjob incident really made her feel guilty especially after I confronted her,” Janice said.
She continued, “Your wife and I used to have a lot of deep conversations. I don’t know if you know about her college days, but she dated quite a few men before you dated her. She gave some of them a blowjob but she didn’t screw around very much. Once she started dating you, she stopped all of it. She told me that you just ‘clicked’ with her. In confidence she told me that none of the men could give her an orgasm but that you gave her one every time that you had sex. Knowing her as I do, I can’t imagine her being unfaithful to you. She loves you very much.”
“What are you going to do now, Janice?” I asked.
“Whenever George gets up, I will have him pack his stuff into his car and leave. I will contact a lawyer right away and start divorce proceedings. Several times in the past I wanted to do it, but I had no proof. When I confronted him in the past, he just denied it and told me to move out if I didn’t like it. Back then, the pay at my old job wasn’t very good so I couldn’t have supported myself. When we moved here, I got a much better job and I can support myself now,” she said.
“I don’t think that he will cause you any harm. He will be very sore and stiff when he gets up but he doesn’t need a doctor. I do think that his macho self esteem was ruined in front of you, so he may be very docile. I hope that he will just pack up and leave quietly. If he does get physical with you, call the cops. They can be here quicker than I can. If you want me to come and handle him, I can be here in 45 to 50 minutes. My phone number is still the same one I had when you were our neighbors,” I said. “I will send you copies of my photos to your email.”
Janice gave me her email address and I forwarded the hickey photos to her.
“I am so sorry for all this. Please tell your wife that I still am her friend. I would love to talk with her,” Janice said.
“Janice, you are a beautiful and intelligent woman. George has made a big mistake in losing you. Any man would be proud to have you for a wife. If there is anything we can do for you during the divorce, please let us know,” I said.
“Wouldn’t you like to wash your hand? It has a lot of blood on it.” Janice asked.
“No, I want to see it as I drive home to remind me of what I have done,” I said.
We both arose and I gave her a long, tight hug. She walked me to the door, and as I was leaving, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I saw tears in her eyes.
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I got into my car and headed home. When I saw my bloody hand on the steering wheel, I realized that beating George had removed all the anger that I had felt earlier. Yep, teaching George a lesson was therapeutic for me.
I did not call my wife to tell her that I was on my way because I wanted to see if she really would be there. If she is still there, before I say or do anything, I will give her the opportunity to fully explain to me about the blowjob and about yesterday.
I realized that I was hungry because I did not have breakfast yet. If I don’t eat, I can become really irritated. I don’t want that to happen when I talk to my wife about all this. As I got near our home, I pulled into the “golden arches” and got 3 breakfast sandwiches.
As soon as I pulled into the garage, my wife came to the door to greet me. Her eyes were red and I could tell that she had been crying. She was fully dressed which helped me because I could only see the hickey on her neck. I didn’t need any reminders of yesterday.
“I told you that I would be here. I took another shower to get any remnants of yesterday off my body. I will take whatever punishment you want to give me. I deserve it because I made a huge mistake! Please don’t get rid of me!” she said.
“Let’s go into the kitchen. I brought home breakfast then we can talk,” I said.
We walked to the kitchen in silence. I put the sack with the breakfast sandwiches on the table and went to wash my hands. My wife did notice the blood on my hand.
After we finished eating, my wife was the first to speak, “I haven’t heard any police sirens so I assume that you didn’t kill him.”
“No, I didn’t kill him but I did hurt him because I was so angry with him,” I said.
“Does his wife know?” she asked.
“Oh yes. I showed her the photos of your hickey collection and your damaged asshole. Then she watched me beat the shit out of George but she never said a thing or tried to stop me. I think she may have enjoyed watching him get what was coming to him,” I said. “According to his wife, you are not the only wife that he has been fucking.”
“Really?” my wife said.
I continued, “During the long ride from George’s home, I had a lot of time to do some serious thinking. Teaching George his lesson worked the anger out of my system so I turned my thoughts to you and what to do about your infidelity. I know that most men would get angry and would not allow their wives explain themselves because the husbands knew exactly what happened. They usually have videos or photos or they witnessed the act itself. I have none of these, just your explanation. I decided when I got here that I wanted you to have a full opportunity to explain everything to me before I said or did anything. I promise to stay calm and not get angry. I will not interrupt you but I may ask you questions to clarify something. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes,” my wife said.
“Let’s start at the beginning. After I gave George his lesson, Janice and I sat down for a nice talk. She told me the reason they had to move away. I imagine that you know why,” I said.
She shook her head yes and started to cry.
“How many blowjobs did you give him?” I asked.
“Just the one!” she said.
“We don’t keep secrets from each other so why didn’t you tell me about it?” I asked.
“Right after it happened, I wanted to, but I know about your temper. I knew you would confront George and it would not end well for either of you. Honestly, for me it was not a big deal,” my wife said.
She continued, “I can see from your expression that I need to explain that to you. Back when I was in college, I dated a lot but was very selective whom I dated. During a date I could tell if the guy was going to try to fuck me so I would give those guys a blow job. Once the guy came, the date was over. That way, I didn’t get fucked and I didn’t get pregnant. I did screw a very select few but it was always unrewarding for me and I only did it once per guy.
“I have always put blowjobs in the category of pre-sex or foreplay. To me it is just like heavy petting and titty play, you know, something you do before you have sex. So giving George a blowjob was about the same as kissing him. No harm was done and it wasn’t any big deal.”
“Where and when did you do this?” I asked.
“It was during a BBQ party at their house just before they moved. We all had been drinking and he kept pestering me to go inside and have sex with him. He kept coming up behind me and grabbing my butt. Then he would whisper into my ear that they had a bedroom in the basement and no one would miss us. I had no intention of going to bed with him. I got tired of his pestering me so I told him that I would give him a blowjob if he would just leave me alone. He immediately ran inside his house. I told Janice that I was going inside to use the bathroom. As soon as I got inside, he grabbed me and took me downstairs to an empty room. I don’t know why he called it a bedroom because it had no bed.
“I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. I gave him a good blowjob but I did not let him touch me. I know you are going to ask me, so, no, I did not swallow his cum. I released my lips and let it run down his cock. He was such a pest that that I decided he didn’t deserve to have me swallow his cum. Anyway, he put his dick away, zipped up and returned to the party. He left me on my knees in their basement. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I returned to the party and got a straight bourbon on the rocks to get the taste of him out of my mouth. I felt that the blowjob was worth it because it stopped him from pestering me the rest of the day so that I could enjoy the party When you and I went to bed that night I made sure that I didn’t give you a blowjob because I felt that you didn’t deserve sloppy seconds,” she explained.
Helen continued, “The next morning Janice was doing laundry from the party. She found dried cum on the front of George’s pants and also on his underwear. She confronted him and he finally told her what happened, however, he told Janice that I had seduced him and it was all my idea. Janice grabbed his pants and underwear and came immediately to our house. You were gone someplace maybe to the hardware store. Janice showed me the evidence on his pants and she was furious with me. I tried to explain it to her but she took George’s side. She blamed me and that ended our friendship. Once they moved away, I had forgotten about the blowjob. I am sorry about giving George a blowjob. I can tell from your face that I have hurt you plus I lost my best friend over it.”
“Have you given anyone else a blowjob while we have been married?” I asked.
“Just George the one time and you a lot of times. No one else,” she said.
“Let’s move on to yesterday. How did George know about our party? Did you invite him?” I asked.
“Yes, I sent them an invitation. I miss seeing Janice. She was like a sister to me. I hoped that they would come to the party so that I could see if she and I could be friends again,” my wife said.
“Did you invite them with the idea that you would give him another blowjob or fuck him?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t. I had expected them both to come to our party. Yesterday I was surprised to see just George and no Janice,” she said.
“I thought we had agreed not to socialize with them anymore once they moved,” I asked.
“I know… we did agree not to see them. Sending the invitation was my mistake,” she said.
“I don’t recall you telling me that you had invited them,” I said.
“I must have forgotten,” she said and hung her head down.
“Tell me exactly what happened yesterday,” I said.
“We were kissing in the hallway when George opened the nearest door; it was the one to my sewing room. He pulled me inside, closed the door and started kissing me passionately I have to admit that I was enjoying the kissing but I hoped that it would stop there. While he kissed me, he played with my pussy on the outside of my panties. He was really making me hot and it felt good. Then he stopped and took my panties off. I know you are going to ask, so yes, I helped him. I got on my knees and started giving him a blowjob. I thought if I gave him one, then he would go away and I could get back to our party, however, he made me stop after about a minute of sucking. He took off his pants and had me lay down on the carpet. He gave me oral sex for a couple of minutes or so but he wasn’t doing it right. He was just sucking hard on my clit and it kind of hurt. Then he crawled on top of me and we did it missionary style for a while. Then he wanted me to get on my hands and knees so I did. He started in my pussy but then he pulled out and went for my butt. His dick isn’t as big as yours is but it hurt because he used no lubricant and he was very rough doing it. It seemed like he stroked in my ass for a long time until he finally came inside. It hurt so bad that it helped me sober up and realize what was happening. He put his pants on and then he was gone. Just like the college guys, I didn’t get to cum but he did and then he left,” my wife explained.
“You should have come to me and told me then and there,” I said.
“Honey, what was done was done. I didn’t want you to have a fight with him and ruin our party. I just wanted to get back to our party because I was having such a good time. I intended to tell you about it this morning. Honestly!” she explained.
“So if we have a party again next year, will you be screwing someone again?” I asked.
“God no! None of our friends flirt with me or are constantly after me for sex like George did,” she replied.
“So you are saying that if you are not tempted by someone next year, then nothing will happen?” I asked.
“No, that is not what I said. I am not going to do anything…. ever!. I have learned my lesson,” she said.
“I would like to ask two questions that really bother me: First, why would you do it?” I asked.
“Today in the daylight, I can’t tell you why I did it because I don’t know,” my wife explained. “George started it and some of it felt really good so I went along with it. I know that I had drunk too much and then the romantic kissing just got to me.
“I have always liked George as a friend. He always gave me nice compliments when they lived here. Instead of simply saying, ‘I like your blue dress’, he would say, ‘That blue dress accentuates your blue eyes. I think you eyes are your best feature.’ I enjoyed the compliments because it was very good for my self-image to know that someone noticed me. Sure, he flirted with me and I kind of enjoyed it. It made me feel sexy. However, as time passed, the flirting became more serious and he was always suggesting that I have sex with him. He also started touching me while he was flirting. He really became very tiresome and was glad when he moved away.
“As for yesterday, I admit that I had been drinking maybe too much so that made it easier for him. When he started kissing me very passionately, it felt great because he is a very good kisser. When he kissed my neck, I just melted. You know that is my weak spot and it brings out the sexual animal inside of me. He played a lot with my pussy while he was kissing me and that felt good too. You know that I really like sex, so I just went along with what he was doing, but I did not enjoy the anal sex because it really hurt!” she explained.
“You gave me your anal virginity and you said that it was something very special just between you and I, yet you did it yesterday with George. That hurts me a lot!” I said.
“I am sorry, Honey. I did not intend to fuck George and I certainly did not want him to fuck my ass. He just did it,” my wife said.
“Is this the only time that you have fucked George?’ I asked.
“Yes. I never planned to fuck him yesterday and I certainly would not have an affair with him. He is good at foreplay but his fucking is not so good,” she said.
“So from what you are telling me, and I only have your word, George started it and took advantage of you, but you just went along with it. This was an unplanned and one-time event and there have been no others. There are no plans for another interlude in the future. Is that right?” I asked.
“Yes,” my wife said.
“My second question is: Would you have told me about yesterday if there were no hickeys? You never told me about the blowjob so how can I believe that you were going to tell me about fucking him?” I asked.
“As for telling you about what happened, I fully intended to talk to you about it today…. this morning. Giving a blowjob was no big deal with me but fucking George was something that I definitely was going to tell you about. I planned to tell you about it this morning, but the hickey thing got ahead of me talking to you,” my wife said.
“Why didn’t you tell me about it last night?” I asked.
“It was late and we both were tired. I had a hunch that you would go after George and I didn’t want it to happen last night. I hoped by this morning you would be rested and more willing to calmly listen to me and maybe I could keep you from going after George,” my wife said.
“Have you fucked anyone else while we have been married?” I asked.
“No!” she said.
“Do you feel the need to screw other men? Maybe you are missing ‘your college days’ with a lot of men?” I asked.
“Absolutely not! I really love you and I love being married to you. I had a few men before we were married but none of them were anything like you. I knew right away that you were different from all those other guys and there was something special about you. I just fell in love with you and that is why I married you. Why would I have an affair with a man who could not satisfy me?” she said.
“Have you had any emails or phone calls from George?” I asked.
“No! Yesterday it was a complete surprise to see George,” my wife answered.
“What about emails or phone texts with other men?” I asked.
“Absolutely none,” my wife answered.
“When we are through talking, I want your cell phone and I want you to unlock your email account because I am going to check to see if you are telling me the truth,” I said.
“Honey, I have never lied to you. I will gladly give you my phone and let you see all my emails. I have nothing to hide,” my wife said.
I decided to get off this topic as it was upsetting me so I said, “I saw how damaged you anus is, do we need to take you to the emergency room?”
“I don’t think so. If it keeps bleeding then maybe we should go. While you were gone, I put some salve on it and it feels much better,” she replied.
“I think that we should have your doctor examine you on Monday. They can also do an STD test to see if George has given you anything. According to Janice, he has been fucking around with other women,” I said.
“Oh shit! I didn’t think about that!” she said.
We both sat quietly and contemplating our discussion.
“So have I given you an opportunity to explain yourself?” I asked.
“Yes, you have been very fair and I appreciate you controlling your temper with me,” my wife said.
“Have you told me everything?” I asked.
“Yes, I have told you everything,” she said.
“Now I want to explain to you what I am thinking about all this. I have carefully listened to what you have told me and as a result I have changed my mind about some of what I want to say to you. I know that some of this will hurt your feelings and some may piss you off but I have to get this off my chest.
“From what I have read, most women cheat on their husbands for a couple of reasons: they want a bigger dick, they respond to attention from another man because they do not get any attention at home, or they are simply bored. I do not see any of these reasons for yesterday. I accept your explanation that it was unplanned and a one-time event, not an on-going affair.
“However…… you have committed adultery twice in our marriage. Both times it was at a party where we had been drinking and both times with the same man. I do not accept that drinking caused the events to happen so that cannot be used as an excuse. However, I do think that you should cut back on how much you drink starting now!
“I do believe that you and you alone are responsible for initiating both adulterous acts. Clearly, the blowjob was your idea and you made it happen. Yesterday was totally your fault because you invited George to our party even though we had agreed not to see them again. If you had not sent them an invitation, he would not have known about the party, thus he would not have come to our house and fucked you. You were unfaithful to me twice and both times it was your fault!
“It seems to me that you like to have secrets from me. You didn’t intend to ever tell me about the blowjob and you thought that you had gotten away with it. So…. I have to wonder if you would have told me about fucking George yesterday if the hickeys had not been present. You also did not tell me that you sent them an invitation to our party. Your desire to hold secrets from me causes me not to trust you anymore.
“You have explained to me that a blowjob is no big deal to you. Well, it is a big deal to me and also to your friend Janice, whom you have lost as a good friend. It is also a big deal with the law; adultery is still a crime in this state even though it cannot be used as a reason for divorce. I think it is time for you to grow up and realize that you are not in college anymore and adopt a more adult philosophy about sex. No more ‘no big deal’ blowjobs!
“When I came home from George’s, you said that you would accept any punishment that I thought appropriate. So there are two punishments for your actions. If you do not want to do the punishments or you fail to carry them out, then the only course of action left will be that you move out and we get a divorce. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” my wife said.
“The first punishment deals with trust issues. I feel that I cannot trust you anymore! You hid your first act of adultery, the blowjob, from me. Yesterday you said that you planned to tell me about fucking George and indeed the hickey issue did preempt you of telling me about it, but I have to wonder if you were really going to tell me. Something that important to our marriage……. well, you should have told me right away or certainly after the party. I believe that you hoped that I would not find out about yesterday just like I didn’t know about the blowjob. Both these adulterous acts I had to find out on my own and not from you. For us to be a married couple, we have to tell each other everything and we have to trust each other. I believe that you intended to hide both these adulterous acts from me. That is why I do not trust you!
“Going forward, I am not certain that you will be faithful to me because of your ‘college’ views on blowjobs and sex. If you were to do anything in the future, I doubt that you would tell me about it because you seem to like keeping secrets from me. I just don’t trust you anymore!
“So if you want to stay married to me, how do we fix the trust issue? I want to know where you are and what you are doing every minute of every day. You will call me every day when you leave work. You will call me when you get home if I am not already here. If I leave for work before you, you will call me when you leave and again when you get to work. I will call your office at random times to make certain that you are there and not off fucking someone. There will be no going out for drinks after work with your coworkers. There will be no lunches with men. There will be no girls’-night-out and no shopping with a friend. I doubt that we will be going to any parties, but if we do, then I will be at your side the whole time. I will put a tracer on your car and on your cell phone so that I can find you at any moment. I will randomly check your emails and your cell phone for calls and texts to men. These requirements are strict but I cannot see any other way to rebuild the trust that I once had in you. If you love me and want to stay married with me, then you will do this. Do you understand?” I said.
“Yes, I understand. I…..” she said.
I interrupted her and continued, “Your second punishment is not as severe. I will not have sex with you until those hickeys and bruises go away. Yes, I said sex and not making love. It will be just a physical act without any caring until I can begin to trust you. Every time I see your hickeys, it brings a porno movie into my head. I see you lying on the carpet with George on top of you fucking away. I see your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around his back…. a very loving position. I see him sucking on your neck as this is going on. I can’t help it — those hickeys make me remember what you did.
“So how do we handle this? Since we both sleep in the nude, you will sleep in the guest bedroom until they are totally gone. During the day, you will wear clothing that hides the bruises because I don’t want to see them. Also, get rid of that dress you wore to the party. Every time I see it, it will remind me of what you did.
“Now, do you accept these punishments for your adultery?” I asked.
“Yes. I screwed up big time. I am going to prove to you that I can be the best wife ever. I love you very much and want to stay married to you,” my wife said.
“Then go put on a turtleneck to hide that hickey on your neck and move your shit out of the master bedroom and into the guest bedroom,” I said.
She jumped up and ran upstairs. I did not see much of her the rest of the day. I heard her in our bedroom and in the guest bedroom. At dinnertime I ordered a pizza. When it arrived, I called her to come down and eat. We both ate in silence. After supper I watched TV for awhile and then went up to the master bedroom to sleep. I have no idea where my wife slept that night.
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The next morning I got dressed and went down to breakfast. My wife was already dressed for work and had cooked a nice breakfast for us. I noticed that she was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and a wool suit coat for work. Her cell phone was beside my plate so I put it into my pocket to check later at my work. We again ate in silence.
As she was clearing the table, my wife said, “I will call you when I leave for work and again when I get there. I have a doctor’s appointment for 3:30 this afternoon and I will drop off the dress to Goodwill. My laptop is on and the emails are unlocked.”
She did indeed call me both times. While I was at work, I checked her phone and there were no suspicious emails or texts. I called her office at 2 pm and she was there. We didn’t say much so I hung up. She called when she left work for the doctor’s office and again when she left there. I was home when she arrived back from dropping off her dress.
I wrote up an agreement outlining the conditions of her punishment and the failure of any of it would result in divorce. That evening we both signed it. We both knew that it was not legal but it was important to document what was expected.
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In the following weeks, my wife seemed to be accepting of her punishment and was following the requirements exactly. When we were together, all our discussions were short and usually about meals, the cars, or something not related to the infidelity.
One month to the day from our Christmas party, my wife told me that she had a surprise for me after dinner. All through the meal I noticed that she was smiling and very happy. After she cleared the dishes away, she took my hand and led me into the living room. She then proceeded to give me a strip tease.
When she was completely naked, she giggled and said, “See! No more bruises. Now may I sleep with you tonight in our bed?”
“Yes, you may sleep in our bed tonight,” I replied.
“Good! Maybe we should start now. I am already dressed for bed,” she said giggling.
She took my hand and lead me upstairs to our bedroom. She undressed me and had me crawl into bed. As soon as I laid down, she snuggled up to me and grabbed my dick. I had missed having a warm, naked body next to me in bed. She must have showered before dinner because she smelled fresh with a small amount of perfume.
“I think you need me to get you ready for tonight’s entertainment,” she said and took the head of my dick into her warm mouth.
The rest of the evening was non-stop sex. I think I came about 3 times and we finally finished about 1:30 am. She slept the night in my arms.
EPILOGUE:
My Wife:
My wife has succeeding in following our agreement, in fact, she says that she will continue to follow it after she is forgiven. She likes me knowing where she is and what she is doing as it feels more like I am involved with her life.
After the hickeys vanished, the sex has been very good, in fact, better than before the incident. Perhaps our sex life had gotten a bit routine.
George:
George got out of bed about 6 pm and was very stiff and sore. Janice made them both dinner and then had him pack up his car with his belongings. She let him spend the night in the guest bedroom and he was gone before she got up the next morning. Janice did divorce him. Several days after George moved out, he had a serious automobile accident. It seems that his brakes failed to work. I assure you that it was not me but I know there are other angry husbands out there that hate George.
Janice:
Janice was granted ownership of their house which is now up for sale. She and my wife renewed their friendship over the telephone and are close friends again.
I am intending to write a sequel to this story so keep watching.