Strongly encourage reading part 1.
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I had previously rejected the idea of unconditionally submitting and becoming a cuckold as my wife, Wendy pursued having a fling or flings with strangers who responded to her online profile on a philanderers' web site. I had also rejected trying to intervene and in hopes of convincing or threatening her into giving up her quest before she consummated her emotional adultery with physical adultery. I was left with divorce or staying with a hot wife and trying to craft a tolerable relationship or open marriage.
This was the week to make a decision. I had planned to return to town unannounced and earlier than planned to confront Wendy on Thursday, the day she had two dates planned. It was Sunday afternoon, I was heading toward California for a Monday meetings. I was exhausted both physically and emotionally as I had been dealing with work, divorce lawyers, and late night spying on my wife's internet activities. The plane probably hadn't made it above ten thousand feet before I fell asleep in my seat.
During my time in California I focused on getting my work done so I could head home early. While tracking Wendy's web and email activities I discovered she had rescheduled her Thursday afternoon date to Wednesday evening, presumably so she would be fresh for her Thursday evening date with Henry. My goal was to catch Wendy in the act then confront her as Henry on Thursday evening.
She had sent her suitor a photo of her body in a red sheer bra and panty set with the caption, "Red hot waiting to see you."
I arrived home Wednesday morning and made my arrangements. Secret cameras were installed while Wendy was at work and I left the house before she came from work to dress for her liaison.
I was sitting at my office desk in the loft overlooking our great room. The only light was the monitor displaying the controls for the 6 secret cameras I had set in in various rooms. A car pulled up and the glare of headlights shone through the front windows. I clicked off the monitor and sat back quietly. The front door opened and Wendy walked in talking loudly.
"Diner was good, thank you. Too bad we had to drive so far to keep from being seen."
Then a response from a strange man, "I'm looking forward to desert. Come here."
Just when Wendy flipped the switch on a small table lamp the man caught up with her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her passionately on the lips as his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. I stood behind a potted fig tree that allowed me a good view while screening anyone from seeing me in the low light.
The men's large hands contrasted against the satiny silk red dress that Wendy was wearing. Her light brown hair was shinny and wavy and laid softly on her shoulders. Below the mid-thigh length dress black seamed stockings and black heels completed her sexy look. The red dress obviously hadn't been returned.
The kiss finally ended and the man said," I've been looking forward to this." As he spoke one hand moved from her ass cheek. He turned Wendy just enough to allow me to see his hand trace the neckline of Wendy's dress before coming to rest on her breast. It wasn't a delicate brush of her front but a very intentional groping. Wendy showed no resistance and had her hands on the men's waist.
They kissed again as his hand moved up to grab the shoulder strap of the dress. It was quickly pulled over her shoulder and down her arm. Half of the deep V dress front slipped down over Wendy's front. A shear red molded stretch bra snuggly cupped Wendy's breast. Even from my vantage point 25 feet away I could see her nipple.
The man was less than subtle as he first fondled her nipple a few seconds then abruptly pulled the bra's shoulder strap down. Wendy's full breast came into view briefly before the man's hand grasped it. Wendy whimpered briefly before her lips were covered in another kiss.
There was a knock at the door. Wendy gasped, "Oh shit, I'm not expecting anyone and you can't be seen here."