That's it, I've just about had a gut full of her bullshit. I haven't had a decent fuck in months. She's always too fucking tired or say's she's got a headache. She spends all her time exercising and working out. She looks better than she has ever looked but she ain't puttin out. Not for me at least. She has gotta be gettin it from somewhere else, and I'm gunna catch her at it. I waited till she left for the gym, and then hopped into the car and drove down to the gym. I noticed her car in the car park as I walked into the sports centre.
I wandered upstairs to the to the viewing area for the squash courts, because I knew I could get a good view of the gymnasium from there. It was always a nice spot for a good perv after a few games of squash To sit up there and watch all the people in the gym workin out was quite a turn on for me. Sure enough, there was Muriel, looking very fuckable indeed, while she was working out on the exercise bike. After a while I felt a twinge of guilt, because all she did was move from one machine to another, going about her regular workout routine. I was just about to leave when she stopped working out and began chatting to a few young guys who were pushing weights.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see that they all knew each other and were chatting quite comfortably amongst themselves. Muriel then picked up her oversized gym bag, said her goodbyes to the three guys and waved to them as she turned to walk away. Nothing in it I thought. Now I felt really guilty. I didn't trust my own wife after all these years. I'd better get back the car and get home before she does I thought. It will take her a while to get showered and changed after her work out, so I will have plenty of time.
Then it happened. I was about three minutes from home when the car phone rings.
It was Muriel. "Hello darling" she say's, "I phoned home but you weren't there."
"I popped out for a few beers I lied".
Then she say's, " I bumped into a few girls from the office at the gym, and they want me to go out for a couple of drinks with them, so I am going to be late again tonight OK".
Like fuck I thought. "Sure sweetheart, have a nice time and don't stay out too late OK." I said as I hung up. My heart began pounding. Fuck I was angry!
I made a quick U-turn at the next intersection and headed straight back to the gym, just in time to see Muriel's car leaving the car park. I followed closely behind her, but not so close that she would spot me. As she pulled up at set of lights I could just make out the silhouette of three heads in the car with her.
I followed her into the real upperclass suburbs and then she pulls into a drive way with automatic gates and a fucking security guard at the entrance.
"FUCK" I said to myself as I looked for somewhere to pull up.
Parking just up the road I got out of my car and wandered down for a closer look. This was one fucking big mansion. By now my blood was boiling. I drove home, stopping for a bottle of whiskey on the way. When I got home I was fuming. I'll show you you fucking bitch I thought. All sorts of things were racing through my mind. I kept concluding the same thing. That fucking slut is cheating on me.
I sat up drinking for about three hours. The bottle of whiskey was nearly empty. I looked at the clock, it was 1.15am. Fuck this bitch is gonna get it when she gets home I thought to myself. I went into the bedroom and grabbed some her favourite sex toys from her bottom draw. If it's a work out you want, then its work out you are gonna get. I grabbed some of her lubricant gel, and when back down to the lounge, put some good raunchy music on, sat down in my armchair, poured out the last of the whiskey and waited. I was just about to nod off to sleep when I heard the fumbling of keys at the front door.
Muriel walked in and I could see instantly that she was surprised to see me up and music playing loud. I looked over at the clock. It was ten past four. She looked very relaxed and full of confidence. She was gorgeous in her tight little skirt, white blouse, stockings and heels. "What are you still doing up" she said. " I thought you would have been in bed hours ago, haven't you got work in the morning?" She eyed with curiosity the empty whiskey bottle on the table next to me as she leaned over my chair and went to give me a kiss"
But that as far as she got. CRACK!!! I slapped her so hard across the face I thought I might have knocked her out. She reeled across the room and screamed. I sprang up from the chair pounced on her. "Where the fuck have been you fucking slut"? I screamed at her as grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her face up to mine. Her make up was running and she was starting to cry. "I've been out dancing with some girls from the office" she blubbered.
"You lying fucking cunt" I screamed as I dragged her by the hair and threw her over the back of the couch. Very quickly I thrust my hand up under her skirt and tore her panties from her. Then I roughly stuffed my fingers deep inside her cunt, and instantly all my suspicions were confirmed. She was absolutely soaked. Her cunt lips were bright red, blood engorged and very swollen.
"You've got about 30 seconds to start telling me the truth, or I swear to god, I am going kill you ,right here right now" My heart was pounding in my chest and I was breathing like I had just sprinted a mile.
"If I think you are lying to me, or you miss out any details your one fucking dead bitch" I shouted. "Understand"?
"Yes, yes Ok Ok " she stammered through her tears.
I gave her about a minute to stop blubbering and compose herself. She sat quietly in front of me on the arm of the chair and said softly.
`Ok, what do you want to know"?
I lifted my dripping wet fingers up to my nose, and had long deep sniff of the scent of sex I had from her sopping wet cunt, and gave her look that said "If you fuck me around with this, you are going to die"
She recognised the look immediately and visible chill ran through her.
"Start with the gym" I ordered. "If I ask you any questions you will answer them directly and without hesitation"
She nodded her head.
She relayed all the stuff about the gym and then told me that she left with three guys. Good, I thought, she is telling the truth.
"Where did you go" I demanded.
"They share a house on the other side of town. We went straight there" she said.
"Did you go there to fuck them" I asked in a cold and menacing tone.
She answered quietly in one word. "Yes".
"Did you fuck all of them"?
"Yes"
"All at once"?
"Yes" she replied softly, whilst sneaking a quick glance at me to try and gauge my reaction.
"Don't you eyeball me you fucking whore" I shouted.
She quickly dropped her glance into her lap and sat quietly.
"How long has this been going on"? I asked.
"Three months" she muttered.
"Here I am thinking that you have been working off all those calories at the gym, when all the time you've been getting fucked inside out by a bunch of young studs. And all this while I've been working my guts out to try and make ends meet. You make me sick to my stomach." I could feel the anger starting to rise again.
"Tell me all the details" I said.
She then began to relay all the details to me. It all started off with what she thought would be a one off quickly with one of the young guys from the gym. He was a hunk and she found him attractive. "That's as far as it was meant to go" she said. But this guy was good. Really good! She said she found that she could not say no to this guy, and after a few more fuck sessions he became a real arse hole. The next time she went to see him at his place she got really out of it, and after they had finished fucking, he called her a filthy cunt and told her she was going to be his slut from now on. She tried to get up and leave, but he shoved her onto the bed and told her she wasn't going anywhere.
She looked up at me and said " That's the night I didn't come home, when I told you I had to stay over at my girlfriends house and help her get over a fight with her boyfriend".
"What happened next"? I demanded.
Even I was staggered by what she told me.
He called his two buddies into the bedroom. They had obviously been drinking quite heavily. They had also been snorting coke and were really out of it.
"This is Muriel" he announced, " the horny little cunt I was tellin you guys about"
"How would you guys like to fuck her too" he said.
Muriel looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "They gang raped me" she moaned through her tears.
I burst out laughing. "Sweetheart, I've known you long enough to know that you love a good hard fuck. I know that when you get some good sex you always want more. Your fucking insatiable, that's what I love about you most. I also know that when you get a few drinks under your belt and that fire in your knickers starts up, that you will fuck just about anything. Are you forgetting that I have sat here, in this very room and watched you pound yourself into screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm with these" I held up a couple of her favourite dildo's!
She dropped the charade immediately.
"Don't sit here and tell me you were raped you lying fucking bitch"
"Answer me, yes or no" I growled." and if you lie to me again I'll kick the fucking shit out of you"
"You enjoyed it didn't you"?
Yes she said.
"You liked it so much that you went back for more didn't you?
"Yes" she mumbled.
