Andrea heard the soft chime from her purse as yet another email arrived. She disliked the distractions of receiving personal email at work since she was super busy preparing for a contentious audit for which she was Roberts and Jeffords senior lead.
Grabbing her phone she noted that it was yet another stupid warning about her husband from someone calling him or herself ANOMONYOUS99. Usually the messages were just salacious queries like
"While the cats away do the mice play? Or "Do you know the skank your husband will be fucking next Saturday?"
After reading the latest one she saved it to a folder that contained more than two dozen similar missives. Today's was the most specific yet and even mentioned Jon's company, the client's name and the hotel he would be staying in on his next trip.
Andrea had never had any reason to think that her husband might be stepping out on her. They had been together exclusively through the three years of college that she had known him and ten years of a stable, happy and loving marriage that was the envy of all her friends. Jon had gone to work for a small software company after college that became wildly successful and he had risen to the number two officer and part owner of Emerson Digital Records, EDR. Jon's primary duties covered the development, customization and installation of Emerson's software in banks, law offices and major investment firms. As typical system installations could not be completely installed, cut over and tested during normal working hours, occasional out of town weekend work was required. Jon's presence was required as critical expensive last minute decisions had to be made on site for every install.
After initially discounting the warnings as pranks, Andrea eventually began snooping around looking for any inkling that Jon was straying. She knew all his passwords and so she reluctantly checked his email on the home computer, his work laptop and cell. She also checked his texts but most of them were messages to and from herself. Andrea was at a loss as to her next option. She however knew that his next scheduled trip was for the coming Wednesday through Sunday and so she resolved to ask him about the messages before his trip.
That weekend was their tenth anniversary and Jon took pains to treat his wife with extra special attention. On Friday he gave her a mushy card, a beautiful set of diamond stud earrings and a romantic dinner at her favorite seafood restaurant. Later Jon made a detour to the local lovers lane and after a steamy makeout session got her dress down to her waist and paid special attention to her delightful pointy nipples. She stopped him when he tried to get her panties off and instead promised him a blow job if he could get them home in the next ten minutes. All the way there she rubbed his tented pants and tantalized him with a running commentary as to what she was wanted done to her innocent body. They left a trail of clothes from the attached garage, through the house and halfway up the stairs to the master bedroom. They coupled for the first time on said stairs where she came twice before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their bed.
Thus began one of what they liked to called a "weekend fuckfest." All thoughts of their everyday lives vanished as they spent the entire weekend wallowing in the sensual togetherness of two longtime lovers who delighted in pleasuring one another. By Sunday afternoon they finally took a break to soak their tired parts in the master bath spa. As they cuddled in the steamy water and Jon idly toyed with her well used nipples, she finally brought up the issue that had been in the back of her mind for weeks.
"We're OK aren't we Jon. "
"I'd say we're a tad better than just OK babe. It seems to me that we are just finishing one of the best loving weekends of our entire relationship. "
"No doubt about the sex Jon but is our marriage OK?"
"Why would you even ask sweetheart?"
With that Andrea related to Jon the stream of gossip and wild accusations that she had been receiving by email.
"Whenever you have one of these cutover weekends you are supposedly out sowing your wild oats. "
As she said that Jon slowly turned her in his arms and looking deeply into her soft brown eyes said. "Honey, I hope you haven't been worrying about this for long. You should have come to me at once. Trust me. Andrea, you are the only woman I have been with or wanted to be sexually intimate with since the day we met. You are my heart and soul. I would never cheat on you or lie to you. Ever. You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever known. Don't believe anonymous bullshit. You are my life. "
With that declaration Andrea sobbed and cried happy tears and maneuvered until she was straddling his lap. As his resurgent hardon was gripped by her pussy she murmured
"As you are mine my love. I love you so much that sometimes I can hardly breathe. "
With that, Jon rose from the bath water lifting her by her rock hard butt cheeks and her legs clamped securely around his waist. Jon's six foot muscular frame contrasted dramatically with her petite but proportionately perfect figure. Glistening with bath water, his body showed the evidence of his four years of Marine Corp service from the tat on his butt to the 21 various scars from an IED that ended his military career.
As they broke momentarily for air Jon said.
"Don't ever worry about me straying. You are the only woman I ever want to be with. You have totally spoiled me for others forever. I love you, I love you, I love you!"
With his cock riding against her clit she lasted only about 30 seconds more before clenching his shoulders as she cried out the last of her weekend orgasms.
"Cum in me, cum in me!"
"I'll try but I don't think I have any oats left. "
"Oh fuck Jon. We are so good together. I never want this to end. "
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Later that afternoon Jon asked to look at the emails to see if he could identify the source. After quickly reading through them he forwarded them to his office laptop and told her.
