Yeah, I fucked up...again. My wife found out about my latest fling with a waitress who worked for me. It was a typical scenario, after hours, a couple post work drinks, and the next thing I know I'm banging this gal on a table in the bar. I couldn't resist! A hot little redhead with a tight young body, probably 20 years younger than me. I just couldn't keep it in my pants.
But of course, she tells her friends, and somehow it gets back to my wife, Marie. And don't get me wrong, at 40 years old, Marie is still hot as hell. Most men wouldn't feel the need to stray, but I've always been a pussy hound. Like I said, I just can't resist.
So she throws me out of the house, and I really can't blame her. I slink off to the nearest Marriot and get a room. I figure she'll cool down in a day or two, rough me up a bit, and then forgive me.
But it's been four days, and no call from Marie. She hasn't returned any of my calls or "I'm sorry" emails. I'm thinking that I really blew it this time, I'm out for good.
On the fourth evening, I decide to send some flowers along with another note pleading for forgiveness. I open up my laptop to find a florist, and I see that there's an email from my wife. Finally, I think, she's ready to talk it out.
I open the email to find no message from Marie, just a link of some kind. I double check to be sure it's from her, not some scam or something. It all looks legit, definitely from our home computer, so I click on the link.
It takes a moment for something to appear on my screen, and at first I'm not sure what I'm looking at. It's a live feed of some kind, and as it becomes clearer, it dawns on me that I am looking at our bedroom at home. It seems there is a camera or phone propped up on my dresser, looking across towards the bedroom door. I can clearly see our bed, and the bathroom door beyond it. The lights are low, but there appears to be a light on in the bathroom, and I can see some movement in there. Something tells me to turn up the volume, and when I do, I can hear the sound of the shower running, as well as a muffled voice. I'm totally puzzled by the meaning of all this until I hear another voice, Marie's voice, and she's laughing.
Before I have a chance to process what the fuck is happening, I hear the shower turn off. The voices now become clearer, it's Marie and a man. Though I can't really make out what is being said, they are definitely having a good old time. I hear Marie giggling as the man speaks lowly to her. My head is reeling trying to understand what the hell is going on, when Marie steps out of the bathroom. My wife is completely naked, and right behind her is her completely naked shower mate.
I recognize him at once. His name is Mark, a twenty-something who works at Marie's favorite coffee shop. She goes there every day, and always tells me how sweet he is, he always has her coffee ready as soon as she walks in. Marie often throws in the fact that Mark is "easy on the eyes". I only now realize just how often she has mentioned him. I've met him a couple of times at the coffee shop with Marie, and now that I think about it, they were always a bit flirty.
I'm stunned by what I'm watching on the screen, but oddly enough, I'm mostly thinking how good my wife looks. Marie is petite, dirty blonde hair, and a great set of tits. Sure, she doesn't look 20, but she is one hot lady.
And Mark is a fucking specimen. The guy looks like he spends a lot of time at the gym, and is pretty good looking, I guess. I can also see, he has a good sized cock.
