Suddenly, she stopped talking about Don. That got my curiosity. On the nights she worked late, I was often in bed asleep when she got home. One night, I woke up and she was gathering up some clothes to do laundry before coming to bed. That was strange since there were only a few things in the hamper. I got up and told her to hold up because I had some jeans I wanted to throw in as well. (Mel always changes into a long nightshirt when she gets home and she was already in it.)
Mel said fine and that she was going to go watch some TV to wind down before coming to bed. I gathered up my jeans and took them to the laundry room and opened the washer. On top, were her panties. Curious, I took them and looked at them. They were very wet in the crotch, which was unusual. Looking closer and smelling them, I knew it was Don's cum. I took the panties and started the washer. Then, I went to bed with them, knowing it would be some time before she came to bed. I inhaled the fragrance of their combined juices and was hard as a rock. I didn't feel any betrayal or jealousy. I was just horny. I jacked off and added my own cum to the panties and was soon asleep. I knew Mel was just doing this for sex, and I had sure done enough to push her this way so there was no foul. I just hoped she was enjoying herself.
I decided to not confront Mel on it and just enjoy it and take it one day at a time, as it fueled my own fantasies. I knew it would eventually end. Now I am not a cuckold or submissive by any means. I was just enjoying knowing Mel was getting some special harmless pleasure. (Why is it that so many people view a man who enjoys his wife with other partners, as a cuckold? It simply isn't true.)
This went on for a few months, with me believing she was having sex with Don about once a week. (Usually the day before she was off.) One night, I initiated sex after I knew she had had sex. At first she was reluctant, saying she was tired, but I prevailed and we had some great sex. I didn't go down on her that night but could feel a difference in how slick she was when I entered her. It felt great.
A few weeks later, I had some wine ready when she got home and we both got a bit tipsy. That night, I ended up going down on her. Even in her inebriated state, she was somewhat reluctant. At first I could barely tell if she'd been with Don or not, but when she came, all doubts were gone. As her orgasm erupted, so did Mel. As her pussy contracted around my tongue, with each orgasmic contraction, she literally seemed to be ejaculating something into my mouth. I knew right away what it was. It was a little bit salty and little bit sweet, and there was a lot of it. I don't know what happened, but I just had to be inside her. I ended up fucking her harder and longer than I had in years. My orgasm was stronger than it had been in a decade. She came just before I did, and when she did, I could feel more of Don's cum being forced out of her pussy around my cock. It felt great.
After that night, when Mel would get home, if I was awake on those special nights, she would initiate sex and she always wanted me to go down on her. I guess it dates back to when she wanted me to go down on her after we fucked earlier in our marriage but I never did. I always had good intentions but after I came, I was never interested in following through. Those were some great nights and although Mel eventually knew that I knew what was going on, we both kept silent about it and never brought it up. It was a good time.
Like all good times, everything has to come to an end. Don moved on to another job in a different city a few months later and that chapter in our lives was closed.
