David suspecting his wife Amy was having an affair.
The reason David suspected Amy was the fact that she had been dressing more provocatively lately and could not account for her time when he casually asked about it. And most importantly she had suddenly become much more sexual recently, trying things that had never done before.
They had started dating in college, were fairly conservative and had married young, at twenty four. In all that time their sex life, though pleasant had never been exciting. It had been regular, and vaguely run-of-the-mill. Yet now Amy was extremely horny, sweeping him along in a storm of new passions.
And yet he couldn't help wondering why.
This idea of her having an affair started to weigh heavily on his mind. He talked to his friend Smitty about it.
"Okay man, if you really think this is happening then you need to hire a private detective." Smitty had been friends with both of them since David and Amy met. It was at Smitty's house that the couple had found one another.
"Seriously?" David was skeptical.
David looked haggard, his lean, long face was drawn and thinner than usual. There were bags under his blue eyes and his shoulders slumped in an uncharacteristic way, his lean body usually brimmed with confidence, but now it was bent as if under a huge weight.
"You can't be sure otherwise. You can ask her, but she isn't going to break down and tell you like some T.V. show. You need proof." Smitty took a sip of his beer. They were having this difficult conversation in a bar they sometimes went to together. "Or you can just let it lie. Maybe you are wrong."
"No. something is up. For sure. Her sex drive is up. She has been a lot more attentive to me when she is around, but she is gone a lot more. She tells these weird elaborate stories about where she was, making them sound like adventures, or horrible stupid experiences with banks or whatever. They just sound fake to me. "
"So call a detective. Spend a little money and find out for sure. But you need to get your head straight about what you're going to do no matter what you find out. Whether she is, or isn't, you know?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
The investigator had a few questions for David.
"How long have you been together? Including dating." He was a short round man with long hair that was receding substantially.
"We met in our second year of college. Amy was studying communications, and I was in business. We met at a party a mutual friend was having. We talked all night and I asked her out. It moved quickly. Neither of us was looking for The One, but pretty soon we were in love. We agreed while in school that we wouldn't get married until we both had jobs in our fields, but that happened right out of school. We were married a year later. "
"So it was all pretty easy. It happened quick as you say."
"Yeah."
"Was she sexually active before meeting you?" The man's eyes were hard to read behind his thick glasses, but David had the impression that the sweaty little fellow was asking this more for himself than for the case.
"Why do you need to know that?"
"I don't need it, but it helps me put to gather a picture of what sort of woman you wife is. Whether she is likely to be a cheater or not."
"So you are a psychologist too?"
"In a manner of speaking yes. I have actually studied a lot of psychology." His tone became smug and he leaned back in the swivel chair he had behind his tidy desk. His person was sloppy and rumpled looking, but to his credit his office was Spartan, and clean. "The reasons people cheat can be as important as whether they are cheating. Depending on how you feel when you discover the truth about her... if you go in knowing she loves you but had an itch to scratch it might help save your marriage. Are you an all or nothing type of guy?"
That question cut to the very heart of the matter for David. The worst part of this experience so far was that he had really been enjoying the benefits of whatever Amy was up to. What he couldn't tell Smitty, and wouldn't tell this stranger was that Amy had become a sexual dynamo. She was now more aggressive, more experimental and much more loving that ever before. She had never been much into oral sex, giving or receiving, and now she loved both.
Amy's sex drive was so high that she had starting initiating sex in strange places. For them, after marriage, sex had been a bedroom activity nearly exclusively, with the odd foreplay in the shower. But just this morning Amy had dropped to her knees and given him head in the kitchen as they made breakfast.
The way she suckled him, aggressive, insistent and worshipful all at the same time had been intensely erotic and he had cum suddenly not able to warn her. Amy had swallowed his sperm, something she had not done since college, and she had smiled up at him proudly after, whipping her chin.
"I love you." She had said. And David had kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth shuddering with desire, and heartache. Who had taught her to be like this? Who was having her behind his back? Could he really be angry when he had this new wonderfully attentive wife?
This was the crux of the problem for David. He loved his new life with Amy, but the potential cost was killing him. Would she leave him for this other man? Could he share her? Would she tell him and alter everything?
And hardest of all... Why was it so exciting to him?
"Could you just watch her, find out where she is going? What she is doing? Please"
"Sure. Of course. I'll just need the addresses of her work, any places she goes regularly, like best friends, or gyms, whatever. The more places I know she frequents the better able I will be to tag her movements."
David gave the detective everything he asked for and fled home, shame and guilt making his stomach ache.
Amy was there when he got home and she was flushed and moist looking.
"Hey I just got back from a run. We should do more running again." She looked fantastic, her long blonde hair held back in a scrunchie, her face blushing red, and her skin glowing. Her body was lean and perky. She didn't look like she was approaching thirty, more like leaving her teens and looking at her looking casually gorgeous made David want her so badly his heart ached.
"That's a good idea. I could use some exercise."
"Yeah." She moved close to him, her face concerned, her green eyes looking up into his. She was small and petite and David always loved how his height, six foot one, made him feel massive and manly when next to her five foot three. "You have been looking ill lately. Are you feeling okay?"
"Ah, I'm not sleeping well these days. Stress."
"Work."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Maybe we should take some time off. Just you and me. Someplace warm and tropical where we can be naked all the time."
She hugged her tight body against him and his erection surged up, his mouth drying. Amy had never wanted to be naked when they met. It was difficult to convince her to let him see her naked back then. Now she often wandered their house nude, and it made him crazy thinking some other man had taught her to finally love her body when he never could.
"That sounds great, babe. Let's look into that for next month, maybe."
"Okay, but don't put this off. If you need it, let's do it." Her hand found his hardness, which had been pressing into her belly. "Speaking of doing it..." She once more dropped to her knees in their kitchen. "Hello! What have we here. I thought I dealt with you this morning mister!" She pulled him out and looking up past the thick head of David's cock she grinned mischievously. "Well, well , well, seems like you are as excited about a vacation as I am."
Her soft lips slid over the tip of his penis and David moaned, his stomach in knots as his body thrilled to her touch. Amy began a slow loving blowjob, her eyes on his own while she lavished his head with attention making David wince with pleasure.
As if in a trance David took her face in his hands and lifter her off of his engorged member. He tipped down and kissed her passionately, then turned her to the kitchen counter and pulled down her jogging shorts aggressively, her panties followed.
Amy said, "Oohh, somebody's excited." David parted her legs by kicking her feet out like a cop frisking a criminal. Then he aimed himself at her sex. Pressing forward he found her wet and ready, her pussy eager to be filled.
David entered his wife and filled her with his cock imagining her bent over some other man's kitchen counter doing this very thing. Her sighs of pleasure were being caused by another and David began to fuck her hard and angrily trying to drive away the image of her face twisted in desire for anyone else but him.
Holding her hips he powered into her, Amy noisily showing him how much she was enjoying herself, repeatedly yelling for him to fuck her harder, faster.
Before this last month Amy had never been a vocal lover. She couldn't talk dirty to him; she had not wanted him to talk about how wet she was, or how much he loved looking at her while she had her orgasms. Now she bucked and heaved back onto his pole like a wild person, her hair whipping around as he pummeled her with his prick trying to get her to be the wife he knew before, but loving the woman she was becoming.
When he quickened his pace groaning his approaching orgasm Amy pushed back against him so hard he nearly stumbled and had to step away. Disengaging with him she whirled around and dropped to her knees sucking his slippery cock into her mouth once more.
Jacking him off she brought him to climax and he shot his sperm into her mouth for the second time that day. The second time in years.
