Architect and My Wife

An adult stories – Architect and My Wife by sizemedium,sizemedium Architect and My Wife

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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.