After my first divorce, I felt betrayed by the institution of marriage. I didn't think I would ever find someone who I could trust and love again. I had a few relationships but nothing came out of them. I spent the next five years dating and found that there were more available women than I could have imagined. It took me a long time to get over my divorce and my first few ventures into dating were, of course, disasters.
Finally, I met someone whom I thought I could have a meaningful relationship with and after about five months of dating, we decided to get married. After a quick wedding and honeymoon, we settled down in a small town, just up the coast from Seattle. I opened a business and it thrived in the quiet, rural surroundings and our lives settled down. Being in a small town, everyone was a neighbor and everyone knew everyone. It was like living with a big family but in separate houses.
After our first anniversary, I started to notice a few things about my wife that I had seen before. The little things, a note saying she was at a friend's house, a late meeting in the library. I was seeing the same things over again I had seen with my first wife and I didn't want to go through it all again. My new wife knew what I had gone through with my first marriage and she told me that nothing like that would ever happen. We talked about it quite often and my wife swore that nothing would happen, especially, since we lived in such a small town.
I went to a convention in Seattle around the middle of September, learned a lot and found some new customers for the business. I called home several times but there was no answer each time. I was getting worried or was it paranoid, at now being able to get a hold of my wife. I was only gone for three days but they turned out to be the longest three days of my life.
When I got home, my wife wasn't home. I spent some time looking through the mail and started to unpack. As I was putting some clothes into a drawer in the dresser, my hand hit something hard. I pulled the clothes off it and found a large strap on dildo at the bottom of the drawer. As I examined it, my mind was racing. Was this something my wife had bought for us or was it something to use on someone else? I started to look through the other drawers and found condoms, other dildos and lubricants. I couldn't believe that it was happening again or was it. I waited until my wife came home, my heart aching and my spirits low.
She came in with a flourish and asked how the trip was. I wasn't in the mood for idle chatter so I led her upstairs to the bedroom. I had put all the dildos, lubricants, condoms and strap on neatly on the bed and when she walked into the room, her face just dropped.
"What are these for?" I asked.
"For us,' she replied quickly. "I bought them, thinking that we could experiment with them and have some fun."
I picked up the strap on and held it out to her.
"What are we going to do with this?" I asked.
"Well, I though you would enjoy fucking me with it once in a while, just for something different."
"My cock isn't big enough for you?"
"It's not that, darling. I just thought that something that big would feel really good in my cunt."
I threw the apparatus down on the bed and sat down. She came over and wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you would enjoy playing with these toys every once in a while.'
"Are you sure that's all these are?" I asked, my heart wanting to believe her but wondering what the truth was.
"Of course they are for our use only," she said. "Let's try some of them out tonight."
I was too tired from the trip that night and we didn't try any of the toys. I spent the next few days in a fog, thinking about nothing except the toys and whether or not she was telling me the truth or not. Two nights later, she called to say that she had a meeting and would be home late. After hanging up the phone, I immediately went upstairs and opened the drawer the toys were in. There was nothing there, just an empty space where they had been. I slumped down on the bed and stared at the wall for about two hours. I finally decided that I needed to know for sure what was going on so I walked over to the library where my wife's meeting was.
The library was an old building, built during the civil war and it had lots of nooks and little corners that gave anyone complete privacy. I knew what part of the library my wife would be in as there were meeting rooms on the third floor, near the back. I went up the stairs slowly, really not wanting to but having to. I walked past the meeting rooms and found one of them with the door closed. I quietly walked up to the closed door and listened. All I heard was a little laugh. Because the door was so thick, I couldn't really hear what was going on in the room so I decided to wait outside and see who came out. I settled into a chair that was out of sight of the room and waited.
About half an hour later, my wife came out with a grin on her face. She looked around and quickly stepped back into the room again. She didn't see me but I could see the door clearly. About a half an hour later, the door opened, and my wife came out, holding hands with another woman. They walked several steps and then turned to each other, wrapping their arms around each other in a hug. It wasn't just a short goodbye type of hug. They stood there for several minutes, holding each other and whispering in each other's ear. When they separated, the woman leaned over and kissed my wife's mouth. I could see her tongue pushing it's way into my wife's mouth as they stood there for a minute or two, kissing passionately. They finally separated and went off in different directions.
The woman whom my wife had been kissing was the woman who owned and ran the small video store next to our store. She was an attractive lady, widowed and very available. She made no bones about wanting to find a man and we had had many conversations, the woman, my wife and I, about her love life. She was very frank about what she wanted and sometimes said things that made me blush in embarrassment.
I didn't want to go home that night so I walked over to the store. I quickly called and left a message on the phone, telling my wife where I was and made up an excuse about having some paper work to do. I sat in the office, without the lights on and pondered my next move. Should I say anything to my wife? What would I say to the woman when I saw her? I didn't go home that night and in the morning, called and left a message on the phone saying that I was still at the store and would see her that night after closing.
Just before opening, I went out to get a coffee, trying to look like everything was normal. I had just stepped out of the store when the woman next door appeared.
"Morning Pat," I said quickly.
"Morning,' she replied looking at me rather sheepishly.
"Are you going for coffee?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Grab me one too would you."
I went across the street and got two coffees and took them back to the Pat's store.
"Come on it,' she called as I entered her shop. "Come on back."
I went into the back of the store and Pat was sitting at her desk, doing some paper work. She looked up as I entered and smiled.
"Oh thank you," she said. "I need that more than you know."
"Bad night," I asked.
"Oh no, quite the opposite." She replied. "I met someone last night."
"Oh really."
"Oh yes, and I got fucked royally."
I knew she was going to tell me all about it so I sat down in a chair opposite her and waited for her to start.
"I didn't think any cock could fill me as completely as the one that fucked me last night did," she said. "It felt like it was going to rip me apart, it was so long and thick. It's been a long time since I felt any cock inside me but this one was the biggest I have ever had."
I didn't say anything but could see that from the look on her face, she was still being fucked. Her eyes were glassy and had a lusty look in them. She was squirming a little in her chair as she talked.
"When is Jill coming down? I want to tell her all about it," she said.
"She'll be down shortly I think," was all I could say. I stood up and headed out the door. She called after me to tell Jill to come to see her when she arrived. I told her I would and left the store, entering my own, unlocking the door and getting ready for the day.
