Craig's heart thudded in his chest. His breathing fast almost matching his racing heart rate. He sat back in the family office chair and combed his hand through his dark brown hair. Taking a deep calming breath he leaned forward and continued reading.
I know I miss you too baby! He's not leaving again until the week after next!
That email was just posted the previous evening. Looking at the time stamp it must have been when she was taking a long bath behind the locked door. He scrolled up to the response back.
Nooo! LOL. Can't you go out and "visit your girlfriends" again? I promise not to get you in trouble again :)
Craig thought back to when his wife had a night out last with her girlfriends. It had been three or four weeks ago right before his business trip to Atlanta. She hadn't come home until after 2am and snuck into their bedroom. She'd woken him when she shut the dresser drawer and let the handle drop back against the hard wood. He'd lazily peeked out of one eye expecting her to climb into bed with him but instead she turned and left the room.
He slipped his feet into his favorite slippers and sleepily ambled out thinking he'd kiss her goodnight then get a drink of water. He was surprised that all the lights were out and there was no sign of Ashley. Before turning into the kitchen he saw a sliver of light below the guest bathroom. As he walked over to the door he wondered why she wouldn't use the master bath.
Before knocking he heard the shower running. He thought it strange that she would shower so late. It was out of character for her. The next morning he was even more confused as she'd washed a load of laundry. Feeling like something was going on, he offered to fold them the next day and noticed the clothes she'd been wearing had been washed as well.
Thinking back to that night Craig realized how easily he'd overlooked all the signs. He and Ashley had spent years talking about and fantasizing about swinging or her having sex with a guy in front of him. It had been a lot of fun but was slowly forgotten about as work and kids kept them busy. They decided that if she ever had the opportunity, she'd speak to him before doing anything. Nothing was off the table.
Based on this, Craig never thought she'd go behind his back and cheat on him. For the most part, he'd assumed nothing would ever come from their fantasies and thought that even if they did, she'd communicate before anything happened.
He scrolled up again to her response to his idea.
lol no way! You were a bad boy last time. Not only were my panties a mess but you got some on my blouse too! I had to wash them in the middle of the night. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't very well sleep next to Craig with you leaking out of me all night :)
We'll have to just be patient and trade pics. I promise I'll make it worth the wait!
Craig sat back again. The growing bulge in his pants not only surprised him but was becoming uncomfortable. He reached down and adjusted himself amazed that his wife was full of some other man's seed that night. His mind felt like it was in a tornado with emotions swirling between hurt, angry, insecure and full of an unimaginable lust.
He used his left hand to slowly stroke himself as he read through the rest of the more recent emails between the two. She'd sent him a picture of her naked body right after she'd gotten out of the shower that morning. He'd responded with a picture of his flaccid cock and a comment about how lonely it was.
A picture of Ashley getting fucked by that cock flashed into his mind. The affect of that picture in his mind was immediate. He sat back as he thought about what the man had done to her that night. He'd fantasized before but knowing it had actually happened caused him to start masturbating furiously. He came within seconds his cum covering his shirt and half pulled down pants not caring that the office door was wide open.
The rest of the day Craig read through their emails. Every time the anxiety or sexual frustration welled up to high, he would masturbate to release the flood of feelings. He still didn't know what he was going to do. Regardless of their deal or their mutual fantasies, she'd lied and deceived him. She'd cheated on him by not communicating and doing it behind his back.
Finally, ten minutes before Ashley was due to arrive home from work Craig sat back down at their computer planning on logging out of her secret email. He was going to confront her but just didn't know how yet.
Before logging out he noticed there was an unread email that must have just arrived. The subject read "thinking about you this afternoon". Craig hovered the cursor over the email wondering if he should open it. He wasn't familiar with the email service and didn't know if you could mark them as "unread" after opening it. He didn't want Ashley to find out that he knew yet.
Before he could decide the inbox seemed to refresh on its own. The new email now showed as "read". Ashley had just opened it from work. Craig glanced at his watch and realized that she would be home any minute. She must have opened the email while driving. Finally deciding, he opened the email and quickly scanned the text. He didn't have time to read it and wanted to see the picture this man had sent.
Craig startled as he heard her garage door start to open. He only had seconds. He clicked on the link inwardly cursing the internet for not downloading the picture quicker. His heartbeat started to pick up again as he heard the garage door shut. Knowing that he'd hear her high heels click clack on the front porch any second he peeked out the blinds. She was just walking out of the smaller garage door looking flustered and walking fast.
Looking back to the screen he saw the picture had finally opened. His jaw dropped as he looked at the high definition picture. The picture showed the lean upper body of a man as he knelt doggy style behind a woman. The man must have been holding the camera up by his face pointing down to her ass. His large swollen cock ¾ the way in a glistening wet pussy. It looked like he was pulling out when he snapped the picture as the woman's inner lips were pulling out along with his cock.
The quantity of juices around her pussy and his cock was surprising and Craig new it was all natural. In the very beginning of their relationship, she used to get that wet for him too.
He pulled his eyes away from the stuffed pussy and took in all the other details. The nicely proportioned ass and hips. The puckered little asshole. The pencil head sized mole just above the crack of her ass. He was looking at another guy's cock filling his wife!
The front door banged shut bringing Craig out of his hypnotized stare. He grudgingly closed the picture.
"Hey hun. You home?" Ashley called from the front door. He knew she'd be putting her jacket up and taking off her heels.
He clicked the Sign Out button then quickly navigated to a news website he frequented.
"Hey Ash. I'm in here." He called back to her. He hoped his face didn't show as red as it felt. He also hoped she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.
