An Affair Not to Remember - Alt End

An Affair Not to Remember - Alternate Ending

sizemedium

This is not a BTB story. It is pure fiction -- it did not happen. The places exist but all characters in this story are fictional.

Wife has an affair with a young cock and gets caught.

This is an alternate ending for a story that I wrote a while back in Loving Wives.

Background

I have been married to a very beautiful lady, Carol, for 15 years. She has beautiful black hair and big brown eyes that sparkle when I look into them. Being only 5'-1", she is very petite with a figure of a 30-year-old, although she is really 40.

Carol works at our local hospital which is about 6 blocks from our house. She is the Personal Assistant to the Hospital Administrator. Although the title is impressive, she really is just his secretary and the pay does not match the impressive title.

I am the Director of Engineering at a pharmaceutical manufacturing plant which is about 1/2 mile from our house. Our plant has about 1000 employees and the managers of these employees report directly to me.

We are lucky that we both work almost the same hours. We get up at 5:30 am and eat breakfast together before work. We both have to be at work by 7 am. Neither of us has to take a lunch to work because there is a cafeteria at both of our work locations. Carol gets off at 4 pm but I don't get home until 5:30 pm so that I can be present during handover from first shift to swing shift. It is not required but shows the workers that management is involved. By my wife arriving home before me, it allows her to have dinner ready when I get home.

Tuesday

Jim:

Today was a nice wintery Tuesday and it turned out to be a light work day for me so I took off a little early -- 10 minutes before 4 pm. I called home to tell my wife that I would be early but she wasn't home yet. Maybe she was still at work. I drove to the hospital, parked at the curb and ran inside to get my wife to treat her to a dinner out. Her office was empty and Sarah, who works in the next office, told me that she had already left. She was not home and not in her office. I wonder where she could be.

I returned to my car, and as I was driving out, I swung through the hospital employee parking lot. I saw her car parked all alone in the back row. So Carol was not at her desk nor was she at home but her car is still here at the hospital. Although it was getting dark outside, I thought I saw movement in the back seat. It was cold enough outside that the windows in her car were fogging up. I turned on my bright headlights and drove passed them so that my headlights would illuminate her car. Sure enough, I could see someone's head bobbing up and down in the back seat. I cannot say that it was my wife, but it was her car and the movement was identical to when my wife gives me a blowjob. I quickly turned into the next row to make it look like I was an employee. I turned off my headlights and then drove back down the row. I was able to park in the row directly behind my wife's car. I reached into the glove compartment and took out my high intensity flashlight, you know - the ones advertised on TV to be seen a mile away.

I got out and I walked up to my wife's car. I turned on the flashlight at the same time that I opened the rear door. There was my wife kneeling on the floor of the car and a very young man with his pants down around his knees laying on the back seat. My wife was holding his dick in her hand. They both looked up but the light was too bright so they put their hands to their eyes.

I grabbed both my wife's wrists and pulled her out of the car. When she realized that it was me, she screamed, "No! Honey, I am so sorry. I can explain,"

I reached into the back seat area and I grabbed the front of the young man's shirt. As I drug him out of the car, his head hit the top of the door frame.

"Oww! That really hurt!" he yelled.

He immediately started pulling his pants up and fastening his belt, but I held onto his shirt. God, this guy was young - maybe early 20s. He was about an inch or so taller than me, but he was fairly thin. I slapped him across the face with my free hand.

"Son, didn't your parents teach you not to fuck with another man's wife?" I asked.

"Dude, why the hell did you slap me? We didn't fuck," he said.

"Son, you get into your car and don't let me see you with my wife again," I said.

"Look old man, we work together so we will be around each other every day. Besides, what are you going to do about it.... old man?" he asked - daring me.

While I held the front of his shirt with one hand, I hit him hard in his gut with my other hand. I let go of his shirt as I hit him. He fell backwards onto the pavement. I heard the back of his head thump as it hit the parking lot.

He got up slowly holding his stomach with both hands and looked at Carol.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow, Carol" he said and then walked away slowly to a new, white pickup truck, holding his stomach with both hands. I watched him burn rubber as he left in a hurry.

I turned to my wife who was shivering with the cold. She had no coat on and her blouse was fully open and her bra was pushed up above her tits. Her nipples were so cold and hard, they could cut glass.

"I was off early and came by to take you to dinner but you fucked that up. Get in your car. I'll be waiting for you at home," I said angrily to Carol.

As I drove home, my anger arose and my heart was beating fast. My wife was cheating on me! Shit! I had no idea that she was cheating. There was nothing different in her actions at home. How long has this been going on under my nose? Why would she cheat? I have given her everything she wanted and our sex life seemed to be very good. So why?

Back Home

I pulled into our garage and shut the overhead door. I went into our kitchen and got a big glass of iced tea (I don't drink alcohol) and sat down at the kitchen table to await my wife. About 5 minutes later, Carol came through the door to the garage.

"Honey, I'm home," she said rather quietly.

She walked down the hallway and then into the kitchen. She had her coat on loosely and held shut with one button. When she took it off and draped it over one of the kitchen table chairs, her blouse was still wide open but her bra was covering her tits. I motioned for her to sit down across from me at the table.

"Honey, I am so sorry! I can explain," she said.

"Alright then, explain to me why you had another man's dick in your mouth," I said and took a big swallow of tea.

"It wasn't like that. I was just giving him a handjob. Surely you saw my hand on his cock," she said.

I just stared at her without saying anything for about a minute. She dropped her eyes and did not look at me. I slammed both of my hands down on the table making a huge noise. Carol jumped and let out a yell.

"Carol, you lie to me one more time and I will throw your ass outside and lock all the doors. I watched what you were doing before I opened the car door. You were giving him a blow job, weren't you?" I asked.

She shook her head 'yes' and started crying.

"Shit! You really scared me. I promise I will not to lie to you. Honey, I am so sorry. It didn't mean anything. We were kissing and he took out his cock. It was a nice, young cock - very hard too -- and it was so....... Beautiful that I just had to suck on it," she said.

"And of course, you had to open your blouse so that he could play with your tits, didn't you?"

"No, he did that while I was sucking him," she said.

"You said that you were kissing before. How long have you been meeting him in your car? I think you better start at the beginning and tell me everything. Leave nothing out because if I find out differently, you may find yourself living in a motel. And you aren't going to lie any more, are you?" I asked.

"Honey, I have always told you the truth. I made a slipup a minute ago but I have always been honest with you.

"He is a new-hire with us. He walks me to my car every night. He says the lighting isn't good in the parking lot and he wanted to make sure that I was safe. It seemed like a nice gesture and I appreciated his concern for me. One night, he kissed me as I was unlocking my car. It was a nice, long kiss and it felt good, so I kissed him back. I wasn't ashamed of kissing him, in fact, I enjoyed it but it meant nothing - just like a kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas. You don't fall in love with someone when you kiss them under the mistletoe," she explained.

"Nor do you suck their cock," I said.

Carol paused a moment to let my comment sink in.

"Anyway, he started kissing me every night when he walked me to my car. I thought of it as a reward for making sure that I was safe. Then one night he opened the back door of my car and got it. Then he pulled me into the back seat and started making out with me. Nothing bad happened; it was just making out -you know, kissing - nothing else. No groping," she explained.

"If it was just kissing, then how did your blouse get fully open and your tits hanging out? And how did his dick end up in your mouth?" I asked.

"Tonight was the first time; he started it by taking out his hard cock. Why he did that I don't know, but, yes, I did react to it; my mistake. Honey, his cock was so hard and it was throbbing, I just wanted to feel it to see how hard it was and..... suck it. It really meant nothing. Honest! While I was sucking him, he opened my blouse and played with my tits. I really didn't notice at first because I was so into playing with his cock. I had no intension of letting him cum in my mouth; I was just wanting to suck it for a few minutes. That's all," she explained.

"So you were going to give him a handjob to get him off?" I asked.

"No. I just wanted to touch it and suck a little. I had not thought about getting him off. Honest!" she replied.

"Have you been 'making out' every night before coming home?" I asked.

"No, it is just once a week. He has evening classes so we could only do it once a week -- Tuesdays," she replied.

"And how many Tuesdays have you 'made out' before coming home?" I asked.

"Four times before tonight. Honey don't be upset. It was just harmless kissing - nothing else until tonight. I have no feelings for him. It meant nothing," she replied.

"And those Tuesday nights, what happens when you get home? I don't recall you attacking me and making out," I asked.

"I am so horny when I get home that I can't hardly wait to get into bed with you. On those nights I have initiated making love as soon as we get into bed," she explained.

"How many times have you sucked his dick?" I asked.

"Just tonight," she said.

"And you want me to believe that you have never fucked him," I said.

"Never, and that is the truth. John even told you that," she said.

"Ah, so his name is John. John what?" I asked.

"John Cushman. I told you, he was recently hired to supervise the grounds-keeping crew," she replied.

"Since I always get home an hour and a half after you, I have no way to know if you are lying," I said angrily.

"I am not lying to you. I told you everything," she said.

"Carol, you have been indulging into activities that a married woman should not do. I will not share you nor will we have an open marriage. This 'innocent kissing' and the blowjobs stop tonight. If it happens again, there will be very serious consequences because I will not put up with you having an affair. Tomorrow you make certain that he understands that your little fling is over and that it does not happen again or I will deal with him. Got it?"

Carol said nothing but nodded her head.

"I can tell you though that I am very angry with you and I need some time to think about this before I do anything and I intend to do something. Your activity needs some form of punishment. Since there is no way in hell that I want to take you to dinner tonight, I am going to go get some dinner someplace and I will be back later - much later! And while I am gone, take a shower because I smell him on you. And don't even think about sex with me."

I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage.

Dinner Out

I drove to the Texas Roadhouse and ordered a steak. While I was waiting for my dinner, I thought about the situation.

I was so angry that I was shaking and I was breathing a bit fast. I needed to calm down and think more logically. As I sat there, I cleared my mind and forced myself to breathe slowly.

I heard what Carol had said and I believe her; she has never lied before tonight. I think she was just trying to smooth it over. So, if I believe her, it was just kissing until tonight. She should not be kissing the guy but I hope that I have stopped this before it goes any farther. Is she cheating on me? I can probably forgive her for what she has done but it must stop. However, I am not happy that she was sucking him; she was definitely cheating. His dick penetrated my wife - OK it was in her mouth. At least she didn't get to finish it. She said she would not have let him cum in her mouth, but how was she going to finish him? A handjob? A fuck?

I asked myself, 'What is missing from our marriage that prompted my wife to cheat on me?' Am I not paying enough attention to her? Do I not kiss her enough? Carol and I don't make out like teenagers but we kiss and are intimate.

My dinner arrived so I tried to eat without thinking about it. On the way home, I thought about what I would do tonight. Hell, just go to bed. Then tomorrow with a clear head, I can think about what I intend to do.

Back Home

When I arrived home, my wife was coming down the stairs from the bedrooms. She was in her bathrobe and her hair was wet from her shower. She rushed up to me, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a sensuous kiss, but I didn't kiss back. She pulled away from me with a questioning look.

"I hope to hell that you have brushed your teeth and used mouthwash because I don't want any sloppy seconds from your lover. I saw where that mouth has been tonight," I said.

Carol started crying and ran upstairs, then I heard the bedroom door slam shut. I turned out the lights downstairs and went upstairs to the master bathroom. I took a shower and then went into the bedroom. Carol lying on her side with her back to me. I quietly crawled in beside her. (We sleep in the nude.) I ignored her because I did not want to have sex with her.

I did not go to sleep for a long time because my mind was mulling over my wife's "innocent kissing". How am I going to monitor what she does at work?

Wednesday

I think I might have gotten two hours of sleep before the alarm went off. I got out of bed before Carol and did the three 's' - shit, shower, and shave. I hollered to Carol from the bathroom that I did not want any breakfast. I dressed and ran into Carol in the kitchen as I was walking to the garage.

"I made breakfast if you would like to eat here. I'll even eat in the living room so as to not bother you," she said.

"My stomach is upset and churning so no breakfast," I lied and walked to the garage door. At work, I had a nice breakfast in our cafeteria.

Carol:

Oh shit! Jim caught me last night with John. It was the first time that we have done anything besides make out. When he took out his hard cock, I just stared at it. It stood straight up and looked very hard. It had a couple of veins running along the top and his whole cock was throbbing. The head was nicely shaped and looked so... suckable. I just wanted to feel it to see if it was as hard as it looked and to suck on it for a bit. I had no intension of getting him to cum in my mouth. Something about that seemed.... wrong to me.

Jim was really angry at me. I have to get him to believe me that we have just been innocent kissing which is all that we have done until last night. I don't want to jeopardize my marriage by fooling around with John. I was silly to go along with John. I let him fill my head with compliments and crap. He really doesn't mean anything to me; it is Jim that I married and that I love. God, I have been so stupid.

Jim and I have been married for many years and we no longer have make out sessions. We still kiss often but it is a more adult kiss; it shows that we love each other but it is not intense and demanding like making out. If we are going to make love, then our kisses are different - very passionate but not hurried like making out. I did a lot of making out in college and it has been fun to re-live those times with John, but he means nothing to me. He is just good at making out. Now Jim is insisting that I break off with John and I should have done it before now. I will do that today; I have no feelings for John. Besides, he should be dating someone his own age. I have appreciated his attention to me but I realize that I am too old for him.

I will break it off with him at work today. I am not going to fuck up my marriage. I really do love Jim.

Jim:

I decided that I needed someone to keep an eye on my wife while she is at work, so I called the Sarah, the lady in the office next to my wife. I had met her at all the hospital functions, plus I have called her sometimes when I cannot get ahold of my wife. Carol often can be tied up in meetings, so I call Sarah in the next office to give my wife a message or tell her to have my wife call me.

"This is Sarah. How can I help you?" she said answering the phone.

"Hi, Sarah. This is Jim, Carol's husband," I replied.

"Hi Jim. What can I do for you?"

I explained to her that I had caught Carol with the new guy in her car. I asked her if she would just keep an eye on my wife and let me know if they were spending time together. She said that she really did not want to get caught in the middle of an affair. I assured her that anything she told me would be just my secret; my wife would never know.

I asked her if she had noticed anything with the two of them before today.

"I have seen them in the cafeteria eating lunch together. He hangs around her office a lot but there was no contact or touching," she said.

I decided to leave work a little early again and see what happens when my wife leaves work today. At 3:30, I left my office and drove to the hospital. I parked far enough from Carol's car that she probably would not see me. A little after 4 pm, Carol came out alone and walked to her car. No boyfriend. Good! She started her car and drove out of the parking lot.

There was no sense driving back to my work so I drove home. When I walked in, Carol was just getting things from the refrigerator to start making dinner.

"You are home early again. Did you go to the hospital to check up on me?" she asked.

"Absolutely! You were a good girl tonight - no boyfriend," I said.

"I told him today that I would not do that anymore. We could be friends but no more making out. I suggested that he date some of our young nurses," she explained.

"Did it upset you to tell him to stop? Are you going to miss the making out?" I asked.

"Not at all. I won't miss the making out. I told you that it meant nothing. It was just harmless kissing but nothing other than that. We do not have any feelings for each other," she explained.

"I see. Do you think he will stop?" I asked.

"Yes, I think he will. He understood when I talked to him. I told him that I did not want to upset my marriage to you. I suggested that now he can make out with one of the other girls at the hospital. We have a lot of young, cute nurses," she said.

"I don't believe that he will stop with you. He is young, dumb, and full of cum. He has his sights on you. If he wanted a younger woman, he would have someone already. I think he likes older women. I believe that he will try to get you in your car again; only this time, he will have his hands in your panties and he will want a complete blowjob and maybe a fuck," I said.