It was the little things that Erin noticed first, Alan being late home wasn't that unusual but the change in frequency was,as were the reasons which he offered. They just didn't seem convincing.
He was being more attentive towards Erin too, not that she minded that at all , it was just another oddity in his life. Things really did not add up.
Despite her misgivings at doing so she began checking on him, at first it was checking his pockets while he slept. She despised herself for doing it but she couldn't get this nagging doubt out of her mind until she found out what was causing it.
She held back from following him, that was just too much, instead she waited at home in an agony of suspicion until she heard the door heralding his return to domesticity.
It was by chance that her suspicions were finally confirmed. Alan returned home one evening looking particularly weary.
"Undress.and lay on the bed, let me give you a massage" Erin suggested. Alan declined asking that he have time for a shower first.
"We can have a shower together afterwards" Insisted Erin "Now get your kit off and get on that bed" She teasingly ordered.
Giving in Alan stripped and Erin stripped to her underwear. Taking the oil in her hands she knelt upon the bed beside him. Slowly she began massaging his legs from the feet and worked up over his thighs and buttocks and slowly up his back, easing the stress knots loose in his muscles before moving back down his spine.
This time on reaching his buttocks she spread his thighs a little, between them she could see the bag containing his balls and the back of his cock. It was usually hardening by this stage but tonight it showed no sign of life at all.
Placing her hands on the inside of his thigh she began rubbing the flesh, allowing her finger nails to graze the rough skin of his scrotum, still not so much as a flicker.
"Time to roll over" She whispered in his ear
He did so reluctantly, his still flacid penis lolling against his thigh. She tried to ignore the fears which were pervading her brain and continued rubbing his chest.
She evaded his pelvic area as she moved down but on starting on his legs she moved to a position at his feet and as her hands rubbed up his legs she allowed her body to follow them. On the third swoop she took his soft cock into her mouth and instantly had her long felt suspicions confirmed. On her tongue she tasted the unmistakable flavour of dried sperm coupled with the honeyed secretions which can only emanate from a warm excited pussy.
It was at this moment that his eleventh digit decided to come to life. As though she would allow it fresh from another woman's body inside her own. She pulled her mouth free "Come on" She patted him on the chest "Time for that shower"
In the shower she took great care in sponging all remaining evidence from his tool, carefully cleaning the shaft the tip and as far inside the outer skin as she could manage.
Finally satisfied she allowed him to lead her back to the bed, she was however unsure as whether she wanted to make love to him at all until the instant she felt his stiffness sliding inside as she knelt above him. She allowed him to thrust, returning each with her own until she saw he was approaching the point of no return. At this point she reached beneath herself and held the base of his shaft between her fingers and thumb.
"Who is she?" She demanded
"Who?" She could see the panic in his eyes
"The slut who has been getting this" She squeezed tighter "Unless you tell me the truth and right now or I hold you till you shrink and you will never put it inside me again"
His face was in turmoil, his body needed the escape and yet he clearly feared her reaction at the news which he knew she would eventually discover Finally he gasped " OK I'll tell you but let me come first"
Calmly she climbed off "You can come if and when I feel that you have told me the truth, remember I knew, you don't know how I know or how much I know so no lies please" She slipped on her dressing gown and walked to the living room knowing he would follow.
He did. Sitting on the chair opposite he began "I am so sorry, she means nothing to me, it's you I love, I just felt, ok feel , sorry for her"
"Name?"
"I assumed that you knew, it's Norma "
Erin had heard the name, Norma had begun working alongside Alan a few weeks earlier and he had mentioned her a few times but not recently, now Erin knew why."So how did it start?"
"She had been having problems with her boyfriend, nearly every morning she came to work in tears or close to it. I used to ask her what was wrong and sit listening to her, she came to rely on me as a type of father confessor, then one day she told me that she had finally broken up with him and invited me for a drink after work"
"And?"
"Well she finished early that day so I thought it had just been talk but then at closing time she was there, all dressed up for a night out"
"A bit obvious" Remarked Erin
"But flattering that she had gone to that trouble for me"
"Carry on"
"Well we went to a bar for a drink , and another, she got drunk quite quickly and asked if I would see her home safely"
Erin raised her eyes to the ceiling at her husbands naive reaction.
"So I did, she began to sober up and asked me in for a coffee, while it was percolating she said she needed to get changed"
"And appeared in her lingerie?" asked Erin
He blinked "Yes, how did you know that"
"Carry on"
"She came and sat beside me, put her hand on my thigh and asked whether I really wanted a cup of coffee, the next thing I knew we were kissing, her bra was off and she was leading me to the bedroom. I'm really sorry, I never meant it to happen, I just felt sorry for her, I'd been nice and I thought it was her way of thanking me, it didn't mean anything but the next day she told me she had fallen in love with me."
