Author's Comment: This is a story about being unfaithful in a marriage based on a one time weakness in the relationship. My contention is that most marriages are based on faithfulness between the partners. If a husband takes loving care of his wife he need never worry about her being unfaithful. She will in his willing thrall forever.
Before you begin reading be aware that there is very little sex described herein. All persons described have no relationship to anyone living or dead. This is strictly fiction.
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I was really excited and my libido was high in anticipation of getting home to surprise my wife, Beth. As the plane I was on touched down at O'Hare I was counting the minutes until I could deplane and head for my car and then home. It was our tenth anniversary and I wasn't expected home till tomorrow. When I'd left on Tuesday it looked like I wouldn't get away in time to celebrate on Friday so we'd agreed to celebrate it on Saturday, a day late. She wasn't very happy about my not being available on the day of our anniversary but seemed to be resigned to it when I left. Normally, I usually knew a week or more in advance when I had to leave and when I would be home, but the need to make this trip, as part of my job, had surfaced on Monday and I was gone on the following day with every thing indicating I wouldn't make it home until Saturday. But, here I was arriving back in Chicago from L.A. on Friday. I knew Beth would be relieved that I was back home and happy we could to celebrate tonight.
My wife is a beautiful woman. With her dark hair and blue eyes combined with a fabulous body, even after having two kids, she caught the eye of every male that came in contact with her. I'd noticed that I'd caught my best buddy, Jim, staring at her lustily on occasion. I felt so fortunate that she'd agreed to marry me.
Our two children, a boy, Ryan, and a girl, Emily, came fairly early in our marriage and were now in public school full time. Beth had a BA from the IU and had worked for awhile after graduation but after she became pregnant she'd given up her job to be a stay-at-home mom. Now that our kids were in school full time, I'd tried to talk her into getting back into the job market part time or do volunteer work, but she wasn't interested and just wanted to stay home. We didn't need the money but I thought she should have something to fill in her time while the kids were in school. So far, we hadn't resolved this issue.
Now the plane was pulling up to the gate and we were allowed to disembark. I hadn't checked my luggage so I was able to make a bee-line to my car and soon was on my way home by 1 PM. On the way I used my cell phone to make reservations at our favorite restaurant and asked the maitre-de, whom we both knew, to have a bottle of their best champagne ready. He was most enthusiastic when I told him about our the reason for our celebration.
In about a forty-five minutes I was turning down our street and as I came near our house I saw Jim's car parked in our driveway. I thought it may be Jim's wife, June, but she and Jim both worked and it was a little puzzling, but I didn't think anymore about it as I expected to sneak in and surprise Beth whether June was there or not.
Rather than alerting her to my arrival, I didn't open the garage door but parked next to Jim's car and avoided slamming the door as I left the car. Going up the steps to the front door I quietly opened it and slipped inside. I didn't hear any conversations going on, but checked the kitchen, back deck, family room and living room without finding anyone. I was beginning to think Beth had gone off with June in her car, but a check of the garage revealed her car to be there. Puzzled, I climbed the carpeted stairs to the second floor where our bed rooms are located. Then I heard the sound of moaning coming from our bedroom and I was suddenly apprehensive and it felt like a cold hand suddenly gripped my gut as I moved down the hall to look into our bedroom.
Peeking around the corner my worst fears were realized as I saw Beth under my buddy, Jim, slowly being fucked. Her eyes were closed as she had her legs spread wide and was thrusting her groin back in response to the stroking he was doing into her cunt. The moaning was coming from Beth and she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. He was facing away from the door and didn't spot me as I backed away and tried to determine what I should do. My first reaction was to rush in and confront them but withheld this first impulse and thought I needed some proof and some way to make Jim, and possibly Beth, pay for their indiscretion and I had to try to determine how long it had been going on. I was devastated and felt like throwing up as I slipped back downstairs and retrieved our digital camera. Going back upstairs I turned off the flash and quickly took a series of pictures. The radio by the bed side was on low so they didn't here the soft clicking of the camera. Going back down stairs I went into the family room, shut the door and down loaded the pictures into our PC in a protected file under my password and then called Jim's wife at work. When June came on the phone I asked her if she knew where Jim was. She told me that he had taken the day off to take care of some personal business. I asked her for her email address at work which she gave me and I. quickly sent her one of the pictures I'd just taken of Shirley and Jim and told her to check her mail. The camera had noted the date and time on the picture so she knew its current time.
"Oh my god!!" I heard her exclaim. "Ron, what is this?"
"That's what's going on in our bedroom at this very instant."
"I can't believe this. Is it a joke, Ron? Please tell me it's a joke."
"Its not a joke, June. Its cold, hard fact and we must determined how long its been going on."
"OK, What do you suggest?"
"I'm going back up stairs now and confront them then I'm going to get Jim out without giving them a chance to make up a story. Then you can grill Jim and I'll grill Beth and we'll see if their stories jibe if they claim this was a one time thing. If they don't, we'll have to proceed under the assumption this isn't the first time and we can go from there on whatever action we want to take. We'll have the pictures for leverage in any divorce proceedings. You can determine if that is what you want independently of anything I do."
"It sounds like a plan to me. I want to get to Jim as quickly as possible. I'm heading home now."
"OK. Don't try to call Jim on your cell phone for about fifteen minutes. When you grill him ask how they met up today and why did they end up in bed."
"Thanks for telling me Ron. I think I'm going to be sick. I don't know what I'm going to do yet but I'll let you know. We have to stay together on this."
"I'm sick about it too June. I'll be in touch. Bye."
"Bye Ron."
I slowly stood up and went back up stairs and turned the camera flash back on. Looking into the room Jim was laying on his back on the bed and Beth was kneeling between his knees sucking on his cock. I surmised he must have ejaculated her as I didn't see a sign of a condom. Jim's eyes were closed now and I was slightly behind Beth as I raised the camera and took my first shot. With the sudden flash, Beth's head came up and the second flash made her look around with Jim's cock still in her mouth so that I got a partial full face picture that left no doubt as to her identity. Jim suddenly realized something was wrong by Beth's gasp and letting go of his cock. Beth began to scream when she saw me and tried to cover her naked body as she scrambled away from Jim. Jim sat up and saw me and cursed.
"Oh god, Ron. Shit, I didn't mean it. Oh god, I'm so sorry." he babbled as he scrambled to get his clothes on.
Beth was crying and trying to cover her face in total embarrassment and shame.
"Oh Ron, I'm so sorry." she cried again and again.
I finally stopped taking pictures. We had more than enough to document their infidelities and I just wanted Jim gone so I could talk with my wife to try to find out why she had done it.
With his shirt tail outside his pants and his shoes and socks in his hands he headed for the door and I stepped aside to let him go.
"Ron, again I'm so sorry." he croaked at me as he went by looking fearful that I might take some physical action against him.
"Jim, what you have done is an evil thing that I doubt can ever be forgiven. As of now I never want to see you again. Go home and explain your actions to your wife."
At that he turned white. "You told her?"
"Yes, and I emailed her a picture of you and June to use if she wants a divorce. I'll be giving her all the pictures her lawyer needs."
At this he looked angry, "You bastard!!"
"I'm a bastard? After what you've been doing shouldn't I be calling you that? If you thought you were going to walk out of here without any punishment, you'd better think again. Now get out!!"
Jim quickly ran down the stairs and a few minutes later I heard his car start and then go tearing up the street assumably heading home. In the meantime I told Beth, who was still sobbing on the bed, "Please get your robe on and come downstairs. We need to talk now."
"Can't we talk later? I'm so ashamed." she managed to get out as she cried.
"If you want to try to save this marriage, you'd better do as I ask."
"Alright." and I watched as she got out of bed and reached for her robe.
"You didn't even have him wear a condom." I told her pointing at their combined juices running down the inside of her thigh."
"Can't I clean up first?"
"No, you'll leave it until we're done talking. Maybe it'll remind you you broke the vows you made when we married. You're going to tell me how many times you've been unfaithful to me and with how many other men and why you did it. You're going to tell me the truth and if I catch you in one lie, this marriage is over."
Shirley screamed, "It was only this time, Ron. I've never done it before."
"You'd better be thinking about how you're going to prove that and why I should trust you never doing it again. Now, lets go downstairs. I should warn you that June is going to be questioning Jim so you're stories had better jibe."
"Please Ron. Please forgive me. It'll never happen again." she sobbed as we went downstairs.
