Sweet Paybac

Sweet Payback

Chapter One

After 7 years of marriage our sex life was becoming somewhat predictable and even a little stale, not surprising I suppose after 9 years of sex with the same person. Samantha my beautiful blue-eyed blond-haired wife with her still perfect figure 36-24-36 turned heads wherever we went, I still felt the luckiest guy in the world.

Originally our sex life had been unbelievable, we were at it all the time and she was up for it anytime and anywhere, talk about risqué, the number of times we`d almost been caught was frightening, it only seemed to turn her on more.

We married and our home life was good, we both had decent careers Sam was a PA to the managing director of a big banking corporation, I had started my own legal practice just before we met and was ticking along nicely, so we were financially sound, my goal was for us to be mortgage free before we got to 40 years old and we were well on track.

I was also acutely aware I needed to re-ignite our sex -life and had mused it over for a couple of months still undecided what to do I took Friday afternoon off work and would go home and invest a couple of hours trawling the internet for ideas I could suggest to Sam.

I arrived home just after 2 that would give me a few hours before Sam was due to arrive home, they sometimes went for drinks after work on Fridays, she always called an invited me along.

I was somewhat bemused to see her car parked in the drive, the thought of a quickie suddenly on the near horizon. I didn't notice the big truck parked opposite.

Concentrating on surprising Sam I crept around the back and let myself in through the patio doors, expecting to find my wife downstairs I was puzzled, maybe she was taking a shower or getting changed? Maybe I could catch her naked or in her underwear, both rather appealing, my cock twitched, I took the stairs silently.

Listening for any clue to where she was, I heard a strange muffled sound from our bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, I approached on tip toes anticipation making my cock stiffen.

We had mirrored wardrobes all along the wall opposite our bed, as I glanced into the mirror I was overjoyed at the sight greeting me. My wife`s arse was high in the air, the crimson thong just about covering her modesty.

I thought she must have heard me come home and had a similar idea about sex as I had, I admired the view for a few seconds, just before making a grand entrance my world was shatter when I heard her utter the words, "God you big," In her sexy husky tone I hadn't heard for a while.

Taking a wider view via the mirror I could see she was admiring some blokes very stiff cock she was holding it in her hand, it appeared slick and wet presumably with her saliva. She placed a kiss on the head of his cock before returning to giving him head, something as I recall she had always been good at.

I had often wondered where she had learned that particular skill, she was only just 18 when we got together. I always envisaged some lucky bastard training her from a raw virgin teenager to the oral queen she was.

Although we never discussed our sexual activities, before we got together it was obvious she`d sucked a cock or two and certainly wasn't a virgin. In actual fact when we finally got down to it, on our third date as I recall, I was taken aback by her sexual expertise. I had considered her to be perfect, an angel, an untouchable doll, someone however had obviously taught her well, both in the skill of pleasing her man and also satisfying her own needs. Orgasming had always come easy to her, much to my delight naturally.

Oh my God, I didn't know what to do, a part of me wanted to charge into our bedroom a kick the guy`s ass, the other part of me wanted to watch what they got up to, my cock was ramrod stiff!

Sam was really going at the guy`s cock, I remember it well, he was moaning and bucking his hips, was he going to fill her mouth? One last groan and just I thought he was cumming all credit to him he pushed her away, his cock popped out of her mouth, she looked astounded. She didn't have more than a couple of seconds to reflect on her lover not cumming as he quickly spun her around pushed her forwards and got behind her. Without hesitation he pulled her arse cheeks apart and thrust his cock up her to his balls in one hard thrust.

I hadn't witness him giving her any foreplay and by the pained look on her face he hadn't paid her much if any attention, she shrieked as he began to fuck her in long hard strokes. He pushed her head down onto the bed and fucked her harder, her shrieks of protest turned into squeals of pleasure.

I could tell from her whimpering and the way she was thrusting her arse back matching his every thrust she was well on the way to her orgasm, unfortunately for her lover boy groaned loudly his arse almost a blur before announcing he was cumming.

Half a dozen thrusts and he was done he collapsed next to Sam, sweating and breathing heavily a smug look on his face.

One thing I knew, after almost 10 years of shagging Sam was that she was far from satisfied with his performance, and I could see he had no appetite for getting stiff again, well not right at that present moment anyway, my wife looked far from impressed, time I made myself scarce.

I returned to my car and parked just down the road rather discretely between two cars, I could still observe what I now presumed was they guys truck and the front of our house. I got ready to take some photographs, I didn't have long to wait before the guy walked to his truck a smug look on his face, he drove right past me giving me a perfect shot

I had a lot of thinking to do, I had never considered being a cuckold husband but observing my wife having sex with another man had certainly turned me on. How long had this been going on? Was it a one off? Was she getting fucked by anyone else? Had she risen to her position at work by opening her legs, I reckon a blow job may have been suffice, I laughed to myself. What our future held my brain was in a turmoil to say the very least. Don't be too hasty was my conclusion.

It then occurred to me Sam was still at home I wondered if she was satisfying herself? Masturbating, flicking her bean, dreaming her departed lover was fucking her to the release she desired. I drove the few yards home and made a bit of a noisy entrance, shouting telling her I was home. I listened to her leap out of bed startled, scurrying around upstairs I galloped up the stairs and breezed into our bedroom, she was just closing her knicker draw, she turned to greet me and looked red faced and pretty dishevelled, she had managed to cover herself with her Kimono style bathrobe although it barely covered her arse I smiled inwardly knowing I`d interrupted her just before she had reached the climax her body so graved.

I ignored her appearance, and also the appearance of our bed usually so meticulously made that was now a virtual bombsite, I also noticed her red thong on the floor just by the foot of the bed, I managed to push it out of sight I announced I was starving and suggested we go to her favourite restaurant, she said she needed a shower and made a hasty exit to the bathroom.

I retrieved her thong from its hiding position, it was impossible not to catch the aroma of her sex, I held them up to my nose and took in her musky fragrance, the dampness of the crotch unmissable.

I quickly showered and gave her the hurry up I couldn't risk her bringing herself off in the shower could I?

Ten minutes later we were ready to go I had hung around in the bedroom while she dressed, we headed int town she was quiet, dressed in a short white skirt and maroon silk blouse which clung to her tits sexily. Her mood only confirmed her sexual frustration, she also had those puppy dog eyes which were a sure sign she needed fucking.

I prolonged the evening as much as I could an extra couple of drinks added to her growing frustration, and when I suggested going on to a nightclub, she gave a severe look which said a definite no.

Back home I wasted little time in pulling her to me, she melted into my arms we kissed passionately tearing at one another`s clothes, I chased her up the stairs she was only bra and panties, I managed to smack her on the arse, she screamed and giggled, we hit the bed it was incredible.

She ripped down my boxers and her mouth found my cock in a split-second, I flicked her bra off her wonderful breasts always got me going and one thing was for certain I didn't need any encouragement tonight. Her panties were off just as quickly, we were in the 69 position without a thought, I licked her from arsehole to clit, she screamed her approval and took my cock deeper into her mouth.

How I wanted to tease her for hours, get her on the very cusp of orgasm then stop and start all over again, far easier said than done. I did however manage to resist bringing off three times. I knew I just hadn't got the will power to stop at the critical moment when it arose next time, I lashed her swollen clitty without mercy he arse raised off the bed, her hand behind my

head, her thighs clamped firmly around my head she climaxed long and hard, oh so very hard, harder than I could remember.

Once her initial orgasm had subsided, she pushed me onto my back, she straddled me and slid herself down onto my engorged cock in one single smooth movement, what a feeling, balls deep in her cunt, Jesus she was hotter than since our teenage years. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, on our sides facing each other, her with he back to me, doggystyle and I was hitting the short strokes, she squealed in orgasm again and I emptied my balls deep inside her glorious pussy until they ached.

We fucked equally as energetically the following morning, in fact all weekend was one sexual event, the more we had it the more we wanted it, a quickie Monday morning finished me completely I needed to get to work for a rest.

After the usual Monday morning meeting I had a couple of hours to spare until a couple of interviews would commandeer my afternoon, in my free time my mind went to Samantha I smiled thinking about our weekend, I wondered how her cunt was feeling? I would have been amazed if she wasn't at least a little sore, I knew I was.

Yes, it had been fantastic but what about Friday afternoon and her antics with the other guy? I made a decision, I really did love Sam and wanted to keep her, I reckoned I could live with things if it was just a single discretion, but how would I know?

Being a firm of solicitors from time to time we use private investigators and a decent fellow ex-cop Bob Sutton seemed pretty good, I gave him a call and arranged a meeting for later.

The first interview was awful, a stuck-up chap, okay he had all the qualifications and talked the talk, but not for us despite a couple of my colleagues pressing for him he had no chance in my book. Now the second candidate Roberta Taylor was different kettle of fish altogether, she was young, well educated, not presumptuous in any way and seemed eager to get on. Moreover, she was very nice looking, had a great pair of legs and a very pleasant manner, her business suit covered her breasts and other attributes but it was obvious she was nicely proportioned.

Naturally the two females on the selection panel didn't like her, competition I suppose, the two blokes and myself voted to take her on, we still needed two more new people.

Bob Sutton arrived spot on time, he sat down and I offered him a single malt, God knows I needed one even if he didn't, this was going to be difficult for me. Looked at him for a few moments before telling him everything, he just nodded and said I wasn't the first and certainly wouldn't be the last.

His very laid-back style put me at ease, he asked what I wanted out of any investigation and I explained I needed to know the extent of my wife`s indiscretion, or indirections he knowingly added.

We agreed a month-long investigation which he considered ample time to build up a picture, he also assured me he would produce concrete evidence of his finding which would stand up in any court.

I offered him a top up and we chatted about similar cases, it was reassuring that not all suspicious of partners cheating were proven correct, however he left me in no doubt some were devastated by his findings, a sobering thought.

The following day my office manager approached me a stated people were not happy with the appointment of the new trainee Miss Taylor and he was finding it difficult to place her with a mentor. The other women he said were no doubt jealous of her looks and figure, while the male candidates were worried about what their wives or girlfriends would think etc etc. Out of frustration a with all the excuses not to employ the girl I volunteered to be her mentor, end of argument!

Back at home things appeared great, sex was very much back on the menu, Sam flaunting her charms regularly always got me going, and my performances in the bedroom left her panting and satisfied. All in all, I was convinced she was happy and her misdemeanour the other Friday had been a one off, a mistake.

It was fast approaching the time for Bob Sutton and I to meet, I had no further suspicions Sam had been unfaithfully and was quietly confident Bob would confirm my hopes that everything had returned to normal.

I offered Bob a drink he readily accepted before sitting opposite me as usual, he opened his briefcase and produced a note pad, I suddenly felt sick.

Bob toyed with his glass not taking a drink until I had taken a rather large slug from mine, he advised me I made need a refill.

I assumed it was not the news I had wished for, and Bob began to relate his findings, he started with the lover I had caught her with, he was a regular Tuesday afternoon visitor to our home, spending on average 45 minutes per visit these visits were continuing. Bob checked his phone and informed me the guy had arrived today about 15 minutes ago.

To think he was shagging my wife at this very moment turned my stomach.

Bob continued, Friday after works drinks, when you are not there, Oh my god could this get worse? After works drinks when you are absent as soon as it is dusk your wife disappears into the beer garden and on the three occasions over the past month, she`s administer oral sex on three of her colleagues, he added ruefully not at the same time.

I finished my drink and needed another, trying to make sense of things, unfortunately Bob wasn't done yet., the weekend I was away on business she attended a fancy dress party dressed as a French maid, by midnight many of the guests had left, obviously not my Sam! He went on, even he looked reticent to tell me more before I encouraged him, I needed to know. Your wife stayed the night and spent it in the company of three men, one work colleague she had previously had oral sex with one Friday evening and two of his pals.

Oh my, there was more! last Wednesday your wife attended a conference, she left the conference at lunchtime and spent the afternoon, I didn't want to hear it but Bob went on, with a female colleague at the close-by Mayfair Hotel, he referred to his notes stating Room 453.we have some interesting pictures.

My mind was totally scrambled, he turned the page, Thursdays, Oh God she was at it every day of the week, Thursdays there appears to be an early evening dogging club which she attends with a number of different partners, they always arrive separately join her in her car, others arrive shortly afterwards, some just watch her perform, she does both oral and full sex, some people join in although only the person in the vehicle with her will actually have full sex with her, she will take men in her mouth whilst taking up several position with her chosen partner of the evening. Most notably kneeling on the back seat men offer her their penises through the open window whist her partner is screwing her from behind and....

I stopped him there I didn't want to hear anymore, I could see several more notes on the page thankfully they didn't reach the bottom, he stated he would send me all the evidence with video and still photographs.

Bob offered advice for me to get STD check immediately, I nodded agreement, he also said I should consider my next step carefully as there was probably no going back once I`d decided on a course of action. I thanked him and said I`d be in touch over the next few days. He apologised for the bad news although it wasn`t his fault, as he was leaving, he added if I wanted any advice, he was always available.

I sat in a day dream trying to comprehend the news must have been half an hour when a ping on my phone brought me back to reality. Bob had sent me a message telling me he had sent me films and pictures of his findings with the encryption codes.

Arriving home later Sam was cooking supper she greeted me with a nice smile, I didn't take much notice and went for a shower, she shouted supper would be ten minutes. I shower still thinking about Bobs findings. I noticed clean sheets on our bed an obvious sign of what she`d been up to earlier.

I went into the kitchen and got a real surprise, Sam placed a salad bowl on the island before turning around to get more food from the oven, my eyes nearly popped out of my head she was naked apart from her chef`s apron, my cock stirred in response, she bent slightly forwards her fanny lips peaking at me.

Without hesitation I was around the island and behind her, she giggled sexily, I couldn't resist her, she bent over the island my cock slipped into her wet pussy, she moaned stated she had been waiting for me to come home.

Now whether you love or hate a woman when she puts it on a plate for you it`s hard to resist, I had not the slightest of intention of refusing this offering, she came after a dozen long hard strokes, squealing sexily. It would have been easy for me to cum right there and then, but the thought she had been left wanting earlier by her afternoon tryst spurned me on, and to be honest I gave her a good shagging if I say so myself. She orgasmed several times before I felt her pussy squeeze my cock a sure sign she was satisfied, ten or so long hard thrusts, she squealed as I emptied my balls deep inside her.

After a few days pondering my, our future I came to a decision, Sam had to go I couldn't trust her ever again, I knew she would have a million and one excuses, she`d promise to give up her extra marital activities, she`d promise to be faithful to me forever, I was the only man she ever needed.

Maybe, or maybe she`d tell me I was a lousy lover and she needed extra sex and these were her chosen options, anyway my mind was made up, Sam and I were over, but how to end it?

Monday afternoon Bob breezed into my office and asked if I was okay and had made any decisions? I told him my wish to get rid of her, he looked pensive before asking if I wanted revenge for her cheating? I already had enough evidence for a quickie divorce, but the financial side was a problem and I could see huge arguments arising.

Bob smiled and said he could ensure Sam wouldn't get a penny out of me, I was intrigued to learn more........

To be Continued in Chapter 2