Susan and I were hardly speaking with each other when we arrived at the gate of the community which housed the palatial home of Dr Harold Gaskin. This was one of the most exclusive gated communities on the island of Barbados. It was rumoured that each house cost the owner in excess of ten million dollars.
As a builder, I was happy to have received an invitation with my wife to see the inside of one of these little palaces. It was no simple matter getting into the compound. We had to wait at the gate while the security people checked us out to make sure that we had a legitimate reason to be visiting the community.
After conferring with Dr Gaskin, the security guards almost reluctantly granted us entrance and gave us some brief directions to help us find Dr Gaskin's residence. The directions proved to be very accurate. I could not help but whistle to myself when I first saw the house.
The two story structure looked like it could house a small army. The walls were constructed from river stones specially imported from a neighbouring island. There was marble everywhere. Every aspect of the elegant architecture was designed to captivate the human eye.
Dr Gaskin and his wife Sally were standing outside waiting for us to arrive. After exchanging pleasantries we were invited on the inside. Susan had some school work to discuss with Dr Gaskin so I was overjoyed when his wife Sally took my hand and told me she would give me a full tour of the house. I had known Doctor Gaskin's wife for many years. She was a charming down to earth woman who took great delight in her home.
"Come along Michael. Let your wife and Harold go do their scholarly thing while I show you parts of the house only a builder like yourself could appreciate." I could not help but notice how Sally rubbed my hand against her breasts as she pulled me away from my wife and her husband.
If I live to be 120 years old, I will never understand the ways of the rich and the famous. We were hardly out of sight when Sally pulled me into a room and motioned for me to be quiet. She stood by the door and waited for her husband and my wife to pass.
"I want to show you something Michael that may change your life, but you deserve to see what I am going to show you." I stood like a school boy staring at Sally. I half expected her to raise her skirt exposing what I imagined would be a beautiful well shaved pussy.
Sally followed my eyes and started laughing. "No I am not going to show you my pussy if that is what you think." She locked the door and walked over to the desk that was positioned in the middle of the room. "Pull a chair and take a load off your legs. It may be better for you to watch this sitting down."
Sally had my full attention. I pulled a chair and sat next to her. Her fragrance reminded me of the lady of the night plant that blossomed near Christmas. I inhaled her sweet aroma as she turned on the desk top computer. "My husband is a good man but he has some very disturbing habits. I am afraid your wife happens to be the flavour of the month for him right now. He is fucking your wife Michael and I will give you the evidence."
Sally's words stabbed me like a knife. We had been having problems for a while but I never thought that Susan might have been fucking around on me. If Sally was telling the truth I wanted to see the evidence. Maybe it would help me to understand why things had gotten so bad between Susan and I in recent months.
I glanced down at Sally's legs. She had them open perhaps a bit too much for my comfort. She noticed my stare and opened them a little wider. Her panty was now quite visible. Sally reached over and rubbed my leg. "I am so sorry Michael but I thought you should know what was going on."
Her hand rubbed the inside of my thigh inching its way toward my already stiff cock. "Look, they are inside his study now. Just for fun I had an electrician install cameras all over the house. He does not even know that I can watch his every move in this house. He thinks that because the house is big he can do whatever he wants to do without me knowing about it."
Sally's hand was resting on my cock. I unzipped my pants as her skilful fingers reached in and pulled out my erect cock. Her hands were surprisingly strong. I moaned with pleasure as she started to stroke my throbbing cock. We both watch what was happening in Dr Gaskin's study. They had not wasted much time. I watched in shock as my church going wife raised her dress revealing one of the skimpiest thongs I have ever seen. The string cut right into her cunt and disappeared up the crack of her ample ass.
This was no seduction we were watching. If anything my wife was the aggressor. I watched in amazement as she literally forced Dr Gaskin to his knees. I have always found her to be very aggressive and demanding. I rather liked that about her. Aggression was sexy to me.
