Back in 1996 I was 26 and had been married for two years to my husband, Ritchie who would have been 36. We both worked for the local Council, which was were we met .... and fell madly in love.
Although my brother always had suspicions about Ritchie not really being a 'man's man' and 'helping them out when they were busy;' I loved the fact that he was sweet and particularly handsome; bordering on being pretty for a man.
I couldn't tell my brother of course; but our sex life was actually amazing; especially in the years both immediately before and after our wedding; with my gorgeous husband teaching me many fantastic sexual things; none more so than how to suck his cock; which he lovingly reciprocated by licking my pussy until it was nearly red raw .... giving me numerous orgasms every time, and I lost count of how many sex positions we tried.
Plus he never tired of buying me sexy underwear which I wore in the bedroom and occasionally on our nights out, when he liked me to 'flash' my knickers and boobs by bending forwards while wearing loose fitting tops; plus I refused nothing in return, even when he tied me up and fucked my bum ..... it was uncomfortable at first, but I soon got to like it and even ask him to do it again, many times.
But; in the last few months his libido began to wane somewhat ...... instead of every couple of nights when we rocked the bed, it quickly became once a week then even less; which was worrying, but he blamed his workload for tiring him out; and the travelling he had to do and late nights visiting clients.
Being as naïve as I was .... I totally believed him ..... but it left me as randy as a bitch on heat; which is where the sex toys he'd bought me came in very useful ... indeed.
Then one afternoon my whole world came crashing down when two of my clients cancelled their appointments at the last minute, which meant I could call home for lunch, then visit the other who lived close by.
As I opened the door to our small flat I could hear voices, which was odd as I knew Ritchie wouldn't or shouldn't be home until about 6 o'clock.
It was only when I closed the door that it hit me that it could be burglars, which made my pulse race ..... although when I turned and saw what was facing me the other side of the living room door I quickly wished that it had been burglars!
I could hardly believe my eyes, as Ritchie was wearing my tights and thong from the previous day and kneeling on the rug, with his hands handcuffed behind him and sucking the cock of a tall man with a big belly, while a second naked man was standing beside them pulling on his cock as if waiting for the next turn.
Shocked, I remained frozen to the spot as my husband expertly sucked the fat man's cock; in exactly the same way he'd previously taught me!
At this stage he was oblivious to my presence, but the two others weren't ..... both grinning at me, and the fat one even waved me towards them.
I shook my head .... but still couldn't move.
A few moments later, the fat man cupped the back of Ritchie's head to keep it in place as he furiously wanked his shaft while grinning in my direction.
Seconds later it was obvious that he was cumming in my husband's mouth; then he moved his hand to let Ritchie loose, before squeezing his dregs on his cheek.
Only then did my husband notice that I was standing maybe 12 feet away.
I will never forget the look of shock and horror on his face; and it didn't help his cause that his cock was so hard it was poking out the top of my used thong and tights.
"Gemma!" He cried out, "Gemma? What are you ...... oh fuck! I can ....." Before he could finish the sentence I turned and fled the scene as quickly as possible, with the sound of the fat man cackling and telling my husband,
"I thought she was going to join in ..... a pity really .... because she's even sexier than you told me."
I ran down the five flights of stairs then along the path leading to the shops, only stopping to cross the road to the park, where I sat sobbing my eyes out.
An hour or so later Ritchie found me and tried to explain; something about him being bi-sexual, something he'd fought against ..... but had weakened recently ..... he loved me of course ..... but .... it was something he couldn't control.
I never said a word and only picked up small pieces of what he was saying, but eventually got the gist.
Eventually he told me he would pack a bag and go to his Mothers for a few days ..... then apologised repeatedly as we briskly walked back to the flat.
The atmosphere was beyond strained as I watched him fill a large rucksack in silence; then skulk back to Mummy's.
Although too late really; I rang my client to apologise for not turning up then phoned in sick ..... I couldn't face work ..... and stayed off for the rest of the week, mostly crying.
Ritchie phoned a couple of times, but I wasn't in the mood to forgive him or talk in any depth.
Sooner or later I knew I had to go back to work; which was okish as we no longer worked in the same office; but obviously we had friends that worked in both; and the Council Offices is a small place.
Eventually my boss; Mr Cartwright got wind of our situation and gave me a promotion; which meant I was no longer office based but making home visits across the district.
A week or so afterwards, I was suspiciously going through our wardrobes when I found a discretely hidden carrier bag containing a stash of pornographic magazines. At first I was horrified, but I couldn't say I was really surprised, although the mix of girlie mags and gay ones did confuse me a little. The girlie mags were the type you'd see in newsagents, but the gay ones were much more hardcore, and after skipping through them I put the bag next to the door ready to throw out with the rubbish the next day.
My new job was really enjoyable and took my mind off my home troubles; but I was still having trouble sleeping ..... and that night waking up in a tizz after dreaming/thinking about some of the photos in the gay magazines and seeing Ritchie in my tights sucking that man off and actually swallowing that jizz!
Although feeling ashamed of myself I got and of bed and retrieved the magazines; stroking my kitty while looking at pictures of the hunky men sporting erections and reading some very naughty stories ..... making myself cum twice in an hour; then falling fast asleep.
As the days went by these dreams and thoughts began to blur ..... and sometimes the person on their knees in stockings or shear tights with their hands cuffed behind them sucking the fat man and his friends big cocks .... became me!
I would wake up all hot and sweaty and as the days went by, I would find myself looking at his dirty magazines, reading the sexy stories in the girlie mags and drooling over the handsome and hunky gay men with huge erect cocks in the others which soon led to me playing with myself morning, noon and night; regularly using the sex toys he'd bought me as presents, to satisfy my lustful desires.
At my urging, Ritchie confessed everything about his secret life to me over the phone (which really turned me on but I didn't tell him) but I still wasn't prepared to take him back. .... at the moment.
Two weeks after 'that afternoon' I was visiting a client about twenty miles from home, so had took the train.
On the way back to the station I took a wrong street near the market and walked past an old Art Deco cinema that was way past its best and even a bit seedy.
How it was still going I had no idea, but there was a poster saying that they showed Classic Films and that week was Terms Of Endearment and it was about to start.
So, not really looking forward to another lonely night in the flat in I went.
As I paid I noticed that there were actually three cinemas in the 'tiny complex' and when I went into #1 I wondered how big the others were, as this was tiny ..... maybe twenty seats and only 7 people; 6 women and one man inside.
I loved the film and on the way out needed a pee before catching my train. It appeared that there were only two disabled toilets, side by side which was unusual .... but needs must.
There was lots of graffiti on the cubicle walls, and what looked like some holes that had been filled with paper; although one larger hole, which had the word 'Wonderwall' scribbled above it, had a piece of gaffer tape covering some card.
I couldn't get out quick enough!
As I made my way to the exit I saw a poster advertising the next few films and they were all up my street; so I decided that this would be my little treat, especially as I had to visit every week for the next couple of months.
Back home I had my boring TV dinner and a couple of glasses of wine; which was regularly leading to me drinking the rest of the bottle. As the night wore on I thought more and more about those holes in the cubicle wall ..... but was still baffled!
The following Tuesday after visiting my clients; I visited the cinema again.
This week the main film was Out of Africa, which I'd been looking forward to all weekend.
As I paid my money the sleazy old man in the ticket office, who looked like he cut his hair and beard with a knife gave me a sweet smile, which unnerved me a bit.
I thoroughly enjoyed the film, but after having three cups of coffee during the day I really needed a pee when it ended ..... which meant another visit to the scruffy toilet.
As I entered the nearest toilet door I saw the clerk from the ticket office talking to two elderly men, and seeing me they stopped and one nudged the other.
Once inside the toilet I nervously pulled my tights and knickers down to my knees and sat down ..... the pee came out like a brewers dray, and just as I was finishing the piece of card stuck to the wall suddenly moved and a pair of fingers popped through and wiggled.
My mouth was dry and my heart was seriously pumping inside my chest ..... especially when for some unknown reason; giggling I stroked the fingers ...... then the person on the other side swiftly pulled the card off the wall, revealing a hole about three inches in diameter and the edges covered with grey gaffer tape.
