Any and all participating in sexual activity in this story are 18 years or older. Understand the LW category is typically about cheating spouses, this is neither a BTB or an RAAC, I could see no other category to put it in. It's a very short story about a misunderstanding on both spouse's part thinking the other may be cheating, inspired by a co-worker who went through a similar situation. The sex scenes are between a husband and wife.
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When you've been married long enough you know if something is out of order with your spouse. The tone or inflection in their voice, body language, how they dress or not... each and every relationship has its own signals and warning signs. The first clue for me was that it was Monday, laundry day, being nice weather my bride would have hung the laundry outside, always with the panties and bras to the inside where others couldn't see them. Walking through the yard gate to the back yard I saw no laundry, no sexy cotton panties, no cotton bras with lace on the cups and little bows in the middle. More than one day I had stopped to run my fingers over those undies imagining what I'd find in them later.
From that point forward I was on guard, the moment I walked in the door Virginia (Ginny) was displaying some of those very things. After eighteen years of marriage we both know there will always be a kiss goodbye when we leave and a welcome home kiss when we return, we've done it since our first day of marriage. We've only slept apart a half dozen or so times in all our years together and those were for childbirth.
I noticed the slump in her shoulders immediately, she was at the stove, I slid in behind encircling her waist with my arms as I'd done hundreds of times in the past, moving my hands up to softly cup her breasts. She turned and kissed me, but it was no more than a perfunctory kiss, it wasn't a *mean something* kiss, pulling back she turned back to her cooking. I've learned through the years that just because I'm a man and men tend to see themselves as fixers, there were things I could not fix for my wife. Sometimes she just needed a little time and space to deal with whatever demon she was dealing with at the moment.
I patted her bottom, whispered *I love you* in her ear and went to change. She grabbed my shirt as I turned, kissed me again and softly reiterated with *I love you too*. Things were cordial at the supper table, the kids ran a non-stop dialogue about school, friends, all the stuff that's important to them, we've learned to be quiet when they're like that. They reveal more about their day to day lives than they would ever sit and tell us about. Ginny always sits to my right, our oldest girl tried taking that position a few years back, I simply stood, carried her plate and utensils to her regular spot, moved Ginny's items back into place and holding the chair out for my wife seated her. Not another word was said, nor did she ever attempt such a thing again.
Ginny looked at me longingly a few times as we ate, I could see fear and uncertainty in her eyes as I reached for and squeezed her hand. Something was wrong with my girl and I needed to find out what it was, whether I could fix it or not. The kid's chores after a family meal are always the same, the two older ones clear the table and load the dishwasher while the youngest vacuums the floor. How three kids can get that many crumbs on the floor in one meal is beyond Ginny and me. I tapped on the table to get everyone's attention. It was all smiles and jubilation with the kids as I told them mom and I would do clean up.
I cleared the table and rinsed as she loaded the dishwasher the way she liked, I didn't mind, I never seem to do it completely to her liking. Clearing the table, wiping it down and vacuuming were more up my alley. We chatted and joked, but something was amiss. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I may have done wrong or forgotten, I came up with a complete blank. Then the dark side of my brain kicked in, maybe she's found another man, what if she's having an affair, which was stupid thinking because she'd given me no reason whatsoever to have such a thought.
I called her name softly as she began walking toward the family room, I have no idea why she didn't stop, I only knew she needed to as I reached out grabbing the waistband of her jeans. I pulled her back to me, with my hands on her hips I gently turned her to face me.
"Ginny you need to talk with me. What's going on, how can I help? Have I done something wrong?"
"You've done nothing wrong that I know of Jack, I was going to change into some lingerie for you, I want you to make love to me as soon as the kids are in bed."
With my hands firmly on her ass cheeks I pulled her to me, as soon as her arms were around my neck I moved a hand to her breast, caressing, pulling it outward the way she liked and tenderly rolling the nipple. My other hand was pulling her pelvis into mine as she responded in like manner. I nibbled her ear and whispered so the kids wouldn't hear. Her hips were grinding softly.
I was confused, "Why do you need lingerie? I like your cotton bra and panties just fine. Where did you get the idea I needed lingerie to excite me? You know very well all you need to do is say you want me and I stop what I'm doing to meet that desire."
"Oh Jack, thanks. I'm getting older and I wanted to spice it up a bit. I'll be okay, I love you. Come to bed as soon as the kids are down, I'll be ready and waiting."
She pushed into me hard and ground her pussy against me as we kissed. A smile, then a small kiss and she was bedroom bound. The only one that needed supervision for bedtime was the youngest and she went down by 8:30, the two older were generally in their rooms by then doing homework or texting with friends. I helped the youngest with homework and got her settled for the night, Ginny hadn't come out of our bedroom all evening and I was becoming concerned. I knocked on the older kid's doors and bid them goodnight.
Our home is what may be described as an open concept. The master suite is at one end, the kitchen and living areas are in the center portion while the kid's rooms are located at the other end of the house. When we were looking at home design's we chose this one, Ginny can be rather vocal in the throes of passion, we wanted to keep the sleeping areas separated as much as possible. I secured the house, doused the lights, and made my way to our bedroom. As I walked in, there sat the love of my life on the edge of the bed in a baby doll top, no bra, the tiniest panties I had ever seen, red fishnet thigh high stay up stockings and a pair of red high heels.
She stood and proceeded toward me the moment I closed the door. Her hair had been done up elegantly, she wore more makeup than normal, and I noticed she'd trimmed some of the hair on her mons so that it was a perfect V. I reacted with my small head as my cock grew stiff, but the head on my shoulders was screaming, *what the fuck is this*, she'd never worn this before, she'd never been concerned with whether her bush was V shaped or natural, nor had I ever seen her with such heavy makeup. With her arms around my neck, her body tight to mine and her tongue halfway down my throat I was caught completely off guard.
When she dropped to her knees unbuckling my belt and tugging my pants down, I knew something was off. She had my cock stuffed halfway into her mouth before I could speak, wisdom told me to stay quiet, she'd planned this, I needed to let her see it through. Ginny loved giving me oral as much as I loved reciprocating, but she never did it on her knees, she felt it was degrading for a woman to have to get on her knees to suck her lovers cock. I agreed with her, which is why she always did it with me laying down or sitting against the headboard.
My wife knows me as well as I know her. She knows just how and when to suck as well as how to use her tongue to get me off quickly. She wasn't at it five minutes and I was grunting like a boar hog as I unloaded into her warm welcoming mouth. As she pulled back, I noticed there was a ring of lipstick around the base of my cock, she often teased about putting lipstick on my dipstick, she had accomplished that goal tonight.
I tried raising her up to embrace but she quickly spun, put her hands on the bed shoving her ass back toward me and said seductively.
