The following story is fiction, that is, I made it up! It is also for adults only, so if you are under age, you shouldn't be here reading this!
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I had been working long hours at my job, trying to get ahead and the proverbial 'big promotion'. I had of course been neglecting my husbandly duties, mainly having sex with my wife. I had always been what she termed as 'under-sexed', while she was what I termed, extremely over sexed! I always seemed to be in trouble with her for not giving her enough, or longer or "the right amount" of sex. She had worn me out on our honeymoon the first night! We had gotten to our hotel room in the Cayman Islands at an early afternoon hour (right after lunch), and she had me in bed fucking from then until about the same time the next day! I had only had sex with two other women up to that time and Wendy had had sex only with one other guy! She made up for that lack of sex on our first day of our honeymoon, and kept after me the whole two weeks we were there! I had more sex in those two weeks than I had ever had in my life up till that time! Including masturbation!
After our honeymoon, things settled down. I managed to get her off about two times a day for the first year, then finally, we got down to what I thought was a nice several times a week! Obviously, I was wrong about that! I had been taking one or two business trips of about three to eight days long, once or twice a month for the last year. Wendy had complained to me about wanting more in the sex department, more and more as the year went on. Our arguments so far had been precisely about this very fact. I tried to reason with her on why I didn't want to. In one argument she accused me of cheating on her! She couldn't see why I didn't want sex as often as she did, and so she assumed that I was getting it somewhere else! That couldn't have been farther from the truth! I would come home from work dead tired from long stressful days at work, commuting for an hour each way, and not be 'in the mood'. Wendy tried her best to get me interested in fucking her, wearing sexy nighties, rubbing against me, wine, romantic dinners, everything! I would just usually be too tired!
After one of my longer trips, I noticed that she wasn't bugging me for sex as much, which I noticed almost at once. From there things went further down the drain. Pretty soon, I would come home, eat, watch some TV for about an hour then go to bed. Wendy wouldn't say anything about wanting sex, and several times, on weekends, when I started to get 'frisky', she would be 'too tired', or, 'headache'! One night, as I was getting ready for another business trip the next day, I realized that we hadn't had sex for over five months! Wendy hadn't said anything to me about wanting it, nor had she tried to physically get me into the mood!
The whole time I was gone that week I worried about where our relationship was headed, and if we would end up divorced. I had neglected her sexually, and I suppose, due to that, emotionally too! I loved Wendy too much to give her up without a fight, and after thinking about it I also realized that she might have been having an affair! I decided that I was going to 'win' her back, or die trying!
When I got home from that trip I cut back on my hours at work, and reduced my travel time. (The very first day back at the office!) That weekend, I took Wendy out for a nice dinner, and a movie! Afterwards, we went to a local hangout, had a few drinks, and then caught a cab home. At home I put on the best moves I knew how, and finally, after a very long time, we had sex. She was reserved and even preoccupied during our love making, causing me great concern! I was afraid that I had lost my wife through my own stupidity!
For the next three weeks, I would come home and do something with Wendy, and then we would make love, almost every night! She was still not 'in to me' and the more she would act this way the more I would worry! I tried to talk to her about it, but she would brush it off as nothing important! One night, in the middle of having sex, I noticed that she covered her mouth and yawned! That was enough! I knew that I hadn't been a great lover, but come on! I said something right at that time, she flew into a rage, I got mad back, and, well the couch was much warmer than she was for the rest of that week!
I knew that she must have a lover on the side. Maybe she was even getting ready to leave me! I was just sick with jealous anger, fear, and love! I was all wrapped up tight in one big bundle! My co-workers noticed my character change and tried to talk to me about it, but it was too personal for me to talk to anyone about.
This had been going on for about three months now and I had to do something before I lost it completely! Finally I came up with a plan to catch her in the act, and get it out into the air to be fought out as needed! I faked a business trip that would take about four days. I planned it so that I had a motel room close to home and rented a sports car. I packed as usual, and that morning as I left to go on my 'trip' she even seemed to be relieved! I noticed that she had dressed a little sexier that morning, not at all like she had been dressing for the last few months!
I left the house, went to the airport, left my car in long term parking, got my rental car, and went straight to the motel room and checked in. A little while later I drove over to my house and parked up the street under a tree. Soon Wendy came out and met a van that drove up! She opened the passenger door to it, stepped back and opened up her dress! I could clearly see that she was naked underneath and she had shaved her pubic area completely bald! I was stunned!
As she got into the van, I could see through the sun emblazoned tinted glass that the driver leaned over and kissed her for a moment! They drove off in a hurry! I followed as well as I could, until they made a couple of turns and I ended up losing sight of them! I drove around the run-down neighborhood for a while, realizing as I did that the only people I was seeing on the street were black!
Finally, I located the van after a while and it was empty, of course. It was parked in front of a rather large house, rundown but livable. It sounded like a party was going on in there, but I didn't go to check it out because I would have stood out like, well, like a white guy in a business suit, in a black section of town! Not something that a person sees very often! I opted instead to go to the motel room and check back at the house later by phone.
Later that evening I called as if I was out of town. Wendy answered on the second ring and was very sweet on the phone. She talked to me for about a half-hour, and then said she was going out with some of her shopping friends. I was sure that she was going to be seeing her lover, or now I was afraid, her lovers! I drove over to my house, with my cell phone charged up ready to go! I waited for a while then that van pulled up into the driveway! The garage doors opened, and the van pulled into our garage! I waited for a little bit then called my house number. Wendy answered, out of breath! When she recognized my voice, she sounded a little miffed that I had called her at all, since she had been going out with her 'friends'!
