It started with a note. A note with one line on it. Then why am I here? Looking at the front door of my wife's friend's house? That damn note. I had my suspicions and when I found the note I needed proof.
Where to start? At the beginning. That is so cliché! But where else would you start? My wife and I have been married for 18 years. She is 38 and used to be out of shape. When I say out of shape I mean she had 3 children and never really got back in shape after the third one was born. It never bothered me that she was heavy; I was in love with her. Sure she put on weight after each child was born; but do you know what a woman's body goes through to give birth? I never said a word about her weight and she didn't seem to mind either, that is not until she joined the book club. My wife is a teacher and she started going back to work once our youngest was able to care for him-self. I have three boys and the oldest is 18. My job makes me travel a lot. I am gone at least 2 weeks every month. Some times I am gone more then I am home. So it was important that my wife did not go back until she was sure the youngest was able to take care of himself.
My wife Karen is very prude. She never gets undressed in front of me, hates when I 'surprise' her in the shower and always wears old granny underwear. Our sex life is ok; she has never given me a blow job and does not like when I go down on her. She often accuses me of treating her as a port in the night just a person I screw before I have to leave again; which has dampened our sex life. I used to want her all the time. Now I have to be careful because if I come home for the weekend after being gone all week, have sex with her, then leave the following week I have to hear the same argument. So I have learned to surf porn on the net and take care of business myself. I have never cheated on my wife. Masturbation to porn while thinking of other women is not cheating. My dick has never entered another woman's body since the day I was married. Not that the opportunity has been there, but like I said before, I am in love with my wife.
She started at a new school on the other side of town. It is brand new. She was very lucky to get picked for her position and was starting to make friends. When I came home, instead of hearing about what the boys have done, she was starting to tell me about work. This was good. I encouraged her to make friends, maybe invite a couple out so we could double date. We went to the first Christmas party for her school and I met some of the people she is working with. Let me tell you, they were very good looking. The men, like me, kind of mingled with one another and did not branch out to talk to the women. We did not know each other yet and it would take some time to really talk. Besides, a company Christmas party is not an event you want to branch out very much anyway. With hindsight being what it is, I did notice Karen was hanging out with 5 particular women more then with the others. I just thought they were all teaching the same grade and therefore on the same team at school so they knew each other more. It was not until after the Christmas break that Karen told me she was asked to join the book club.
Let me tell you how ignorant my wife and I were about a book club. Both she and I really thought the women would pick books out, read them, and discuss their views on the book. Boy were we both wrong!
Our fist lesson came when one of the book club members had a St. Patrick's Day party. Karen told me they had a book to read before the party and it was a couple's party so she wanted me to read the book with her. Since it was the middle of February I did not see a problem with it. I read the book and it was your typical boring housewife book. It did take longer then I thought and I was cramming in the last few pages the day of the party. I quizzed my wife on the book making sure she read it and we both felt comfortable talking about it. We got to the party and not one word was spoken about the book. The beer was flowing and the music was playing and it turned out to be a great party with me having a great time. We husbands talked sports and it kind of ended up being like a high school party with the women in one room and the men in the other. I would check on my wife and found out she was drinking right along with the others. My wife is NOT a drinker. I found out her favorite drink is a cosmopolitan. She was sucking them down as fast as they were making them. I eased off my drinking so I could be the DD.
We were one of the last ones to leave and I had to pour my wife in the car. She could not stop talking about how much fun she had. She also could not keep her hands off me. We got home and had sex three times. At one point on the way home she grabbed my hand and stuck it down her pants. She was soaking wet. Again, hindsight being 20/20 I did not think anything of it at the time. The next day she was hurting and I told her my secret about hydrating while you are drinking. We never talked about our sex life so nothing was said.
We found out that the book club was nothing more then an excuse to get together and have a fun time. They randomly pick out books and do read them, but they do not discuss them. My wife started having a new life. I would hear about how the book club got together and went to a club for a couple of drinks. It was always the women and never the men. And it would be on our side of town because the teachers did not want any of the parents seeing them drink. So they came to the clubs on our side of town.
Karen was in the club about a year when she started to walk. A 5k was coming up and the book club members wanted to walk in it. Now the other 5 members of the book club are in great shape. They are MILF's! I will admit that I liked going to the social gatherings to see the other women. The month before the 5k Karen starting walking to get ready. It was not enough. The day of the 5k she was left behind. She could not keep up. It devastated her. She joined a gym and started working out. That was two years ago and 140 lbs later she is a size 4. I noticed something else. As she started losing weight she started to display herself more. She wore skirts and shirts with cleavage showing. She blended in with the book club and became a MILF. Then I noticed she had thongs. She never had thongs. When she would go out with the book club she would wear a thong. That is when something clicked. I don't know why, maybe it was the way she acted when she was around them or the looks she gave them or the little smile when she would flirt but something set a red flag off.
I did an experiment. I planned a romantic evening and took her to a nice place for dinner. She wore cloths you would think she was going to join a convent. She had her granny underwear on and later when we arrived home and I started to make a move on her she did her normal thing. She undressed in the bathroom, came out in her nightgown, turned off the light and climbed in bed. Yes we had sex but it was the normal missionary position and nothing to write home about.
Then I planted a seed with one of the other book club members that a new restaurant was opening up and we should all go. The seed took and the night came and Karen wore high heels, a skirt that was 5 inches above her knee, and a low cut top that showed cleavage. And she had on a thong. The only reason I know this is because the day of the dinner date I went in her drawer and took an inventory of her underwear. A pair of red thongs was missing. It was a party of 10 and the dinner went well. We decided to go to our house for after dinner drinks and it ended up with us 5 guys watching a basketball game and the women stayed downstairs where we have a finished basement. During the night I tried to pay attention to the noise I heard coming from downstairs and I could have sworn I heard a slapping noise. As if someone was really getting a beating. But when I opened the door I just heard laughter and music.
When the night was finished and we were saying good bye to Beth and Mike I went outside with Mike to look at something in his car. Beth and Karen stayed just in the foyer. I took a couple steps out and wanted to get a jacket on so I turned around and caught the door before it could close. When I opened it I could have sworn I seen Beth's hand come out from under my wife's skirt. They both just looked at me and I got my coat and went out.
After saying my good byes to Beth we went back in and Karen grabbed my hand and took me upstairs and fucked my brains out. She took off her cloths in the room and I thought she just hooked her thong and skirt and pulled them off at the same time. At that point my dick was thinking for me and I didn't care. My wife was stripping in front of me. She climbed on top of me and started to ride me. She even left the lights on. We stayed in that position and I did not climax because it was not comfortable for me. The only thing keeping me hard was seeing her naked riding my dick. She let out a scream that I thought would wake the dead. She slumped on top of me and asked if I finished. I told her no so she got off me and got on all fours and told me to fuck her from behind. I kneeled behind her and guided my now hurting dick because this was a dream come true and it could not hold all the blood rushing to it. My dick could cut diamonds it was so hard. I put the head of it just inside and stopped. I grabbed her hips and pulled them back to me. Then I pushed her hips away. She caught on and started to fuck me. I just stayed there and let her do the work. She was bucking for all she was worth. Then she said the unthinkable. She looked over her shoulder and said, "FUCK ME HARD!" This was coming from a woman who up until this point has only let out small moans when we screwed. I could not take it anymore. I came for what seemed like hours. It was incredible. I lost function of my muscles and just slumped forward on top of her causing my dick to come out and cum to go down the inside of her thighs. We collapsed together and lay panting for some time. She finally rose to put on her nightgown and she went to her drawer to get a pair of granny underwear. She crawled in bed and went to sleep. Now in the past she got grossed out when I came on her. She hated the wet spot. But tonight she just lay in the wet spot with cum all over her legs.
I laid there thinking of how my prude of a wife just fucked my brains out. I also was thinking of why she put on new underwear. I got out of bed and looked for her skirt. It was still crumbled up on the floor of the bedroom. I picked it up and did not see the red thongs. Curiosity took me downstairs to the finished basement and I discovered them under the couch. What was going on? Why was my wife's underwear under the couch? There wasn't any other woman's underwear. Why just my wife's?
That is when I wanted to know what was going on. I had to know. I became my own private eye. I left the underwear where I found them and went to bed. I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to the kitchen. Karen was in her running cloths and was just getting ready to go out. I said good bye and checked to see if the underwear were still there. They were gone. I checked the laundry basket and found it to be empty then realized she had started a load of laundry. I opened the washing machine and the red thongs were right on top of the now washing laundry.
