If you don't believe in unfaithful wives or the concept thereof you need to click on another story.
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We had gotten to the point, the point no one easily realizes they have reached. Like most wives the need for a husband began to vanish after the first baby arrives. All the love and affection she felt for him goes to the kid and hubby comes in second ... unless there is a family dog. Then hubby goes to number three and the spot drops another level as each baby is added and/or another pet.
With four kids and two dogs I barely noticed that I was now embracing position number seven. Sure I had my own thing. I got the obligatory pussy every Saturday night plus a bonus fuck for my birthday. There wasn't a lot of romance, but welcome to married life.
Amongst the other soccer moms my Sally Jo would be a solid nine. She was pretty, and witty, and somehow kept a nice figure. Me, too! Well anyway, I was witty and was far from being some kind of a fat slob. I always thought Sally Jo was pretty and much better than I deserved. Probably in after thought Sally Jo had probably realized that years ago.
So, we muddled on. Home life in America! We had our usual chores and knew what to expect from each other. Sally Jo insisted that we were a "Church every Sunday" family, that three hour weekly ordeal at the local Mormon meeting house. Even as a top member of the Relief Society Sally Jo wowed all that knew her. I was known for going to work and doing my share with the kids. Maybe me being "Mr. Ho-Hum caused the problem.
Me being a bit of a klutz and slightly distracted turned my whole life around. I couldn't find my keys to the storage shed so I could get the mower out. Sally Jo was on the phone. Thinking perhaps I had left the key in my pants pocket I went to the laundry room. I don't know why after finding my pants in the hamper and the pockets empty that I would think checking in the washing machine would be a good idea.
There in a partial load waiting to be washed was mostly Sally Jo's stuff. There were a couple of bras, some pajamas, and I think I remember something like a sweatshirt and a couple of rolled up panties. Not given any thought to a reason for my keys maybe being in the bottom of the washer I reached in an arm and ran my hand along the bottom and through the clothes. The back of my wrist came out sticky.
Not knowing what that could be I looked back in the machine to see that my movements had unrolled a pair of her panties. Right there in the crotch was this shiny glob. I grabbed at them and pulled them up for a close look. I hadn't fucked my wife since our customary Saturday night bonk. This was a Wednesday and this was fresh cum, and a hell of a lot more than I had ever put in her.
Life revisited. Fifteen years of marriage had turned to shit. I held the panties with some other man's cum that had leaked out of my wife. Instinctively I glanced towards the open laundry door as if I could see around the corner and down the hallway to where my wife still spoke on the phone. Supposedly to let my brain comprehend the situation. Comprehend what she had done. Could that be him? Was she talking to him on the phone at the same time I had made the haunting discovery?
My stomach warned me that I could puke. Our marriage, four kids, and all that heavy-handed Church shit she had forced on us and she pulls this shit?
I owned a gun. A base gut feeling started me towards the nightstand in our bedroom. Blast her dead? The cheating slut deserved it. But, the kids needed a mother and I was too pretty to go to jail. A dead wife, motherless kids, and some criminal named Brutus plunging his cock in my ass on a daily basis didn't compute.
There had to be a better way. I had no idea who the competition could be. Maybe some guy with a huge cock that would flip it over his shoulder so pre-cum ran down his back while Sally Jo got her legs far enough apart to take the monster inside her. Then he would pull it back out in front of him while it hardened to full length in time for him to shove all three feet of it inside my wife.
My mind seemed to run away from me. Not a three foot cock, of course, but is she was cheating something within me wanted some guy to be ripping her with a big one. Eight or nine inches would do it. I couldn't stop myself from imagining her with a huge cock in her spraying her full of cum. Probably the same guy that put all that cum in her that I was witnessing as I still held her gooey underwear.
Time to get some control. The impulse was to rush at Sally Jo waving her underwear as the stranger's cum dripped to the floor. Stranger? Well, not to Sally Jo. Maybe not even to me. Could it be one of my friends? One of her friend's? Why did I think it had to be someone I would know?
I couldn't stay in the laundry room forever. I rolled her underwear up like it was and placed them back in the washer. There was no chance the look on my face wouldn't blow the whole thing. However when I got to the kitchen the kids were milling around looking for a snack and Sally Jo was still on the phone ... with whoever it was.
"Hey, Hon. Have you seen the key to the shed?" My voice was shaky. She didn't notice.
"Oh, I probably left in on the patio table. Ed came over to borrow the hedge trimmer."
Ed? The next door neighbor. That would convenient enough. Ed was in sales and worked from home sometimes. His wife worked days. Sally Jo didn't work and with our youngest in school she had the day to herself. But, Ed? I couldn't see it. Certainly not the huge dick kind of guy that I now suspected she was fucking.
I mowed the yard while all the time thinking about Sally Jo fucking Ed. I could picture that. It made sense. My wife was fucking Ed. I could envision them frolicking nude together ... bumping crotches ... his dick buried in her until he filled her with a load.
Maybe not. Cum was in her panties. If she fucked Ed at home she would have cleaned up and cum wouldn't have been in the sticky pool on the fabric. Maybe he had the huge dick ... and huge balls. Maybe one clean up wasn't enough.
I finished the yard. In the shower I got to thinking of Sally Jo fucking Ed, even pictured her with random men. I blew a load onto the shower wall. As upsetting as a cheating wife could be it was still pretty fucking erotic.
Going to work the next day was troubling. What if whoever it was fucked her again while I was at work? I tried to avoid kissing her goodbye. She nabbed me at the door and shared a pretty amazing kiss. Was she taunting me?
I tried to check the laundry on Thursday and Friday. No cum in the crotch of the underwear. Maybe she wouldn't make that mistake again. It could be a once a week or once a month thing. It sure as hell wasn't just the once. Women aren't wired that way. If she fucks a guy she'll fuck him over and over until she moves on to someone else.
I got my Saturday night courtesy fuck. Sally Jo seemed a little more into it. I'll have to admit I got a little extra hard from the thought of another guy fucking her. Maybe it was a good thing as both of us had stepped the game up a little.
Tuesday night was different. Sally Jo kept giving me silly looks and sly grins. When we went to bed I got my first Tuesday fuck in years ... I mean y-e-a-r-s. I guess you don't talk about it, you just do it. It wouldn't be good manners to say something like, "you seem extra wet" or you are a little loose".
She was extra wet and a little loose. While we were fucking she kept watching my eyes for reaction as if waiting for a "what the fuck" moment. There was no way she hadn't fucked someone else. She was watching to see if I could tell. Some of his sperm would still be in her, her vagina walls worked out a little from his girth. The big difference was that when we I would cum we would grind together to where my dick would nudge her cervix. That wasn't there this time even though my cock felt like it was swollen larger than normal.
It was always hard to tell when or if Sally Jo would cum after the first baby. Maybe she had just decided to quit faking it. This time I had a tiger fucking back at me. I mean full blown fucking to get off. When my cum spurted she almost flung me off her as she began cumming hard along with me.
Again, both of us were too polite to talk about it. She'd just given me the fuck of a lifetime and I had made her contort into an incredible orgasm. Did she know I knew she'd fucked another man? I truly think she wanted me to know I was getting sloppy seconds. If what had just happened are the results we get from her being unfaithful the guy can fuck her whenever he wants.
The rest of the week went pretty normal. I managed to tell myself that a cheating wife was just something that happens. It could have just as easily been me cheating on her. Well, no it couldn't. Saturday had been good enough for me although I would have preferred getting laid a little more often. Oh, look. I did get laid more often if you count my once in a lifetime Tuesday.
I found a little smear in her underwear crotch when I check laundry on Friday night. That could have been Sally Jo just being a girl or she could have fucked some guy and was a little more careful about leakage. I pictured a wad of toilet paper flushed away with a huge amount of stranger's semen. Other than that Sally Jo had been a little more playful.
Saturday night's sex was mind blowing. Sally Jo was all over the bed and even cried out for me to fuck her a couple of times. She actually started to cum before me. I fired my cum in her so hard it almost hurt. Both of us were left breathless. Again, what do you say after a fuck like that? Common sense said to say nothing. I wasn't sure what had fired Sally Jo up so much. Then I remembered she had left me with the kids and was unaccounted for for about an hour. The groceries she brought back I could have snagged from the shelf in five minutes.
