Part 2 is best enjoyed after reading part 1. This story includes cheating, voyeurism, and cuckoldry. If those themes offend you, please find another story.
Stunned and satisfied, anxiety crept in. Charlotte was on her way home. I hadn't moved from where I sat and secretly watched her have sex with a handsome, young, married man in her flower shop. The sex was intimate, passionate, fulfilling, and raw. Charlotte had happily let this man cum inside of her. I willingly watched her cheat on me and I came furiously at the site of her pleasure at the hands and cock of another man.
I picked up my phone and sent a text message to Holly, our former nanny and a former employee at Charlotte's shop.
"Hi Holly. Do you have time this week to grab a quick coffee? I was thinking about something and wanted to get your opinion."
Holly was one of those special people that, once enmeshed in your life, you wonder how you ever operated before they came along. Originally hired by Charlotte to help during her busiest times of year, Holly was an exemplary employee. Reliable, hard-working, and kind, Charlotte was so grateful to have her.
As weddings slowed down their first season together, Holly inquired about babysitting/nannying. Charlotte was eager to keep Holly engaged for the next wedding season and jumped at the chance.
Holly was the visual opposite from my wife. Pale, porcelain skin, bright and hopeful blue eyes, truly blonde hair, and a slender, girlish frame without any significant curves. Holly was very fit and beautiful in a natural and effortless way. She quickly proved to be as wonderful at nannying as she was in the shop. Our kids' screentime dropped dramatically. The house was always tidy. The kids played outside more often and their manners improved.
With trusted childcare, Charlotte and I began to go on dates and even took a short vacation. We even took Holly with us on a family vacation. Holly became an integral part of our family until she started to drift away. I think I knew why.
Holly agreed to meet me for coffee close to my office. She was a bit apprehensive but was genuinely happy to see me, and I her. We caught up for a bit and I told her about the kids. And then she cut to the chase.
"So, what's up?"
It was now or never. Just get it out and the rest will work itself out.
"I think Charlotte is cheating on me. Well...actually...I KNOW she is."
"How do you know?"
"Because I spied on her and then videotaped her in the act."
"Oh, my GOD Frank! You caught Charlotte with another guy on camera?"
"I did."
"Oh my. I'm so sorry. You must be devastated."
"Truthfully, I'm not quite sure how I feel, but I mostly feel like this isn't the first time and that's why I asked you to meet me. Did you ever notice anything or did she ever say anything about other guys?"
Holly looked down at her coffee and took a few deep breaths. The fact that she didn't instantly say "No" meant she knew something. It's just a matter of what she knew.
"So, this is really hard."
Her voice cracked a bit and she bit her lip and shifted in her chair.
"Charlotte was unfaithful to you and I knew and that's why I couldn't bear to be around your family anymore."
"How did you know Charlotte was cheating on me?"
"Because she told me one night after a really busy wedding and one too many glasses of wine."
"What did she tell you?"
"It was two or three years ago. We had finished a really stressful wedding and a late night breakdown. We headed back up to our hotel room to get some sleep before driving back in the morning and I could tell Charlotte was a little more keyed up than normal. She suggested a glass of wine and opened the bottle from the mini-bar. We drank pretty quickly and polished off the bottle on our empty stomachs in no time.
We were both tipsy and kind of replaying the day as we always did afterwards and Charlotte looked at me in a funny way and said 'I have a secret.'
I asked what it was and she said 'I saw the groom's penis.'
We both laughed and I asked if it was big. She nodded. I asked her when she saw it and she said it was when she went to deliver the boutonnieres to the groom and groomsmen.
It was funny because that's usually my job but I was up on a tall ladder. You know how Charlotte hates heights. So she handled the personal flowers for the wedding party.
She opened the second bottle of wine in the minibar and I asked her where exactly she saw the groom's dick. Charlotte said all the groomsmen were in a suite and when she walked in they were all in the den watching TV. After she pinned the flowers on their lapels, she asked where the groom was. The best man told her he was in the bedroom and just wanted some time to himself to collect his thoughts.
Obviously he needed his boutonniere so Charlotte knocked quietly, walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Just then the groom came out of the bathroom in just his tuxedo shirt and boxer briefs.
Charlotte told him she was the florist and needed to pin the flowers on his lapel. She said he grabbed his tuxedo jacket and put it on. She stepped close to him to and reached up to his lapel.
She said he was tall, strong, and really handsome.
I think, because it's not something she regularly does, she was fidgeting with the flowers and having a hard time pinning them on. I think she was nervous because he was in his underwear and they were standing inches apart.
Anyway, just as she finally got the flowers on and gently put his lapel back she felt something touch her stomach. She looked down to see the groom had pitched a tent in his briefs and his erection was covering the space in between them. Charlotte said she didn't know what made her do it, but that she looked up in the groom's eyes and said 'Can I see it?'
He smiled and started to lower his underwear and his penis popped out. She told me she reached down to touch it because she had never seen one that big and couldn't quite believe it. She said when her hands felt how thick and warm it was she felt weak. She said the groom kissed her and she kissed him back.
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees and she gave him oral sex. I asked her if he came in her mouth and she said no. She said he lifted her off her knees and guided her into the bathroom.
He turned her facing away from him and unzipped her pants and yanked them down past her ass. He bent her over the sink and spit in his hands and ran them over her privates before he fucked her and he came inside of her and he didn't wear a condom."
Holly was out of breath and on the verge of tears getting this admission off her chest. Luckily we were seated at a table, because I had a raging hard-on. I was almost sure that the man she was fucking in the shop must be this groom Holly knew about. I mean, a normal husband would hope it was the same guy, meaning Charlotte was only cheating on me with one guy. But my mind was racing with the possibility Charlotte was fucking multiple guys.
Holly was the only person, besides Charlotte, who could say for sure whether the guy in the shop and the groom were the same man. It was 4 in the afternoon on Wednesday. I decided to ask Holly the big question.
"I need you to tell me if the guy Charlotte is having sex with in the shop is the same groom she told you about."
"How would I do that?" she asked.
"He always comes to the shop between 5:30 and 6:00 on Wednesdays. If you could just come to my house and look at him on camera and tell me if it's him, I'll never bother you again."
"I can't believe I'm going to do this, but I will follow you to your house and tell you if it's the same guy."
