My name is Paul. My wife Debbie and I have been married for 15 years. Because of an injury I sustained in a bike race I cannot father a child. Nevertheless, we are both still in love and in lust with each other; or so I thought. Events would occur tonight that would change my perception of our relationship.
It is the end of the month and time to prepare for our monthly "First of the Month" party. Our neighbors to the left and right, a total of 5 couples, get together on the first evening of the month for a BBQ, some beer and wine, and all around good fun. The next party in about a week is at our house. I sat down at the computer and sent invitations to the four other couples for the party to start at 6:00. The party would be BYOB and potluck with Debbie and I providing the hot dogs and burgers.
I know that it's rude to eavesdrop, but I had come downstairs for a cup of coffee when I'd heard my wife speaking to someone on the phone. I waited outside the living room, listening to her one-sided conversation.
"Hi. I didn't think that you would ring, after last week...I'm sorry too....I know... (Laughter)....I was good-wasn't I! (More giggling).....I wasn't THAT good... If you say so. (Laughter)...Yes, I'm wearing them...I suppose they might be a little bit wet...No! I'm not fingering myself! .... You know why! ...In his office, working on that bloody computer...I wish that it was porn... (Laughter)...Where are my fingers? They are inside my pussy now....yes, it does feel nice... (laughter)...of course it's not as nice as your cock...it's very, very wet!"
"I can't...he might come in.... (Laughter)...stop it! I've got to go...I'm just as frustrated...I might... (Laughter)...I can't wait for Thursday either...7.30, at the Sandpiper... (Laughter) If that's what you want me to wear...I'm sniffing them now.... (Laughter)...you know I do.....You'll just have to play with yourself then, won't you! (Laughter)...... Bye."
Shocked and shattered, I staggered back up to the bedroom in a daze. I hardly slept that night. In my mind I believed that to confront her about an affair I would need some real evidence. The following morning, Wednesday, after Debbie had gone to work, I began looking around the house for 'evidence' of her infidelity.
In the closet I found a couple of dresses and skirts that I hadn't seen before -- I would have noticed -- they were very short! Some of her shirts and tops were a 'bit revealing'. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation. Her underwear drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every color and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I had only seen her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups and Wonderbras. In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My heart sank with this last set of findings. She knew how much I liked her to wear stockings, but she'd always told me that they were uncomfortable, and had only worn them on 'special occasions' in the early days of our marriage, yet, now, I could see 6 different sets in front of me.
I sat on the edge of the bed with tears in my eyes. This was worse than I had thought, and must have been going on for a long time. As I worked away from home a lot, two or three nights a week, she had plenty of opportunity. Naively I had believed her when she had told me that she would visit her mother, neighbors or friends from work, when I was out of town. The bitch would pay!
That evening I prepared dinner, lit some candles and put mood music on the CD player. When Debbie walked in she was stunned that dinner was ready and giggled at the mood I had set. After dinner we danced to the music, and then she put her head on my shoulder and said, ""I know what you would like."
She led me to the bedroom, removed my pants and knelt on the floor. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip as she pulled the foreskin back. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked my engorged knob. This felt good-very good-I'd forgotten how good her blowjobs could be.
My hands were firmly massaging her shoulders as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. This was fantastic! Her mouth was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her hands, which were rubbing my shaft, and balls. My balls were beginning to ache. She did that for a few minutes to "warm me up" then got up, took off her clothes, and led me to the bed.
She had me lie down. The look of lust on her face, as she straddled my cock, was out of this world. Her eyes were sparkling as my 6 inches sank into her soaking cunt. She buried her face into my chest and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! She wasn't making love to me: she was fucking me! I could only take so much of her frenzied ride and I orgasmed and shot my wad in minutes. What felt like a pint of come shot out of my cock!
After kissing my chest she whispered, "My turn now," and slowly ground her crotch into my groin, until her clit was in contact with my pelvis. Her speed picked up immediately. I held my breath, to try to keep my cock inflated, as she bucked and fucked until she 'came' with a loud sigh. Seconds later, she rolled off and pulled the duvet up, with a cheeky grin on her face. As she was preparing to turn out the light I told her that I had to check the computer for an important e-mail. Hopefully this would give her the opportunity to ring him, and I could plan into motion.
Sure enough, 3 minutes after I had left the room, I heard her whispering into her phone. "Hi! It's me....(giggling)...of course, it's still sore-I knew it would be.......he's going to be away on Thursday and Friday, can you come over?...please.....On Friday he will get home around 10...We will have about 3 hours...Great......who?...I didn't know that you had a brother... (laughter)...that sounds fun...no!...I've got to go...he'll be back down in a minute...no! Well, perhaps when I go to the toilet...(laughter)...that's when it gets really sore, you had better not be so rough next time...well, alright, a little bit rough. (Laughter)...7 o'clock, fine. Bye."
I had told Debbie I had cancelled the party until the next week because I had to be out of town on the last day of this month and the first of next month. I told her that since I would not get home until after 10:00 in the evening I felt it best to just wait a week. She acted disappointed but said she understood.
While Debbie was shopping with her mum, on the Wednesday, I put my plan into action.
I'd decided that she must only fuck him in the living room, and not the bedroom (how thoughtful), so I hid my web-cam among some of my books and magazines, on a high shelf, that overlooked the sofa. I linked it wirelessly to my laptop so I could access the video when I returned.
Not wanting any mistakes, I took the fuse out of the TV plug and told her that there was a problem with the TV I would fix when I got home. I also told heart there was a programme that I was going to tape on the VCR, so not to worry when it began to record (sneaky -- huh?)
It was another long day and night, thinking about Debbie and her lover, and worrying about my marriage.
I stayed at a hotel on Thursday. I called Debbie, supposedly from Detroit, and reminded her I would be at home 10:00 Friday night. I told her how much I missed her already, and probably wouldn't sleep well. She told me she was going to her mom's house in a few minutes and would be home around 7:00 Friday night.
After I hung up the phone I immediately sent an email to our party guests that the time was changed from 6:00 to 7:30 pm. I also told them I was surprising Debbie because she thought I was out of town. I asked them to meet me in front of the house, quietly, and then we would all sneak in the house together. After I got confirming emails my plan was a go!
Using a program on my work computer that allowed me to access my personal laptop remotely, I opened the video program and sat down to watch my evidence. As the CD drive started, I could see Debbie was sitting exactly where I expected; wearing one of the mini-dresses that I had found last week, and she was drinking a large glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. This shocked me as much as anything else -- I had never seen her smoke! It looked very natural, as she kept looking at her watch, taking big puffs and exhaling large plumes of smoke. After five minutes I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, she ran out of the room.
I was nervous and excited, as I was about to see the identity of her mysterious lover.
My heart was pounding as she walked back into the living room, followed by a tall black man. My eyes were on stalks as I recognized him. Barry, a mechanic who used to work at the garage her brother owns. Even more surprising, Barry was followed by another black guy -- just as tall but much younger, perhaps 18 or 19.
