My wife Rita and I were married five years when our life changed in more ways than one. Rita was my high school sweetheart and head cheerleader, she was what some people called a prude, we would go parking down by the lake, but she would only let me feel her up I didn't get into her pants until our wedding night. Don't get me wrong it was great, but she was a bit placid, she just lay there while I pounded away at her tight pussy. As we started our lives together we had sex two maybe three nights a week, always with me starting it and sometimes begging for it. And that's the way it was until she became pregnant, after our child was born I was cut off almost completely, once a month, two times if I was lucky.
Let me tell you about Rita, 5'6", 120lbs, and 34-24--36 when we were married, with shoulder length reddish blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a light splattering of freckles covered most of her body, but were barely visible on her beautiful face. After childbirth, he hips swelled to 38inches and her waist to 26, her b cup tits now strains the fabric of her bras. Even with my sex life cut down I still felt lucky to even have her, and with my new promotion I would travel quite a bit so I usually got some when I came back from a trip or just before I left witch was quite often.
When I was in town we would sometimes, now that I think of, always, go out to dinner with friends of ours from school. Ron Wingate was the "Romeo" in school, and my best friend, he got all the girls, he was 6'2", 190lbs, and dark hair, with blue-green eyes. He is the smoothest talker I know, with not the biggest cock in the locker room but it was still impressive, nearly 9inches long and 1-1/2 inch in diameter with a 2 inch purple head on the end although my dick was not the smallest on I have seen, it did not compare to Ron's love stick.
A lot of our friends could not under stand it but Ron married a girl, who we thought was not his type at all. Patricia was the pep squad leader, and the student cancel secretary. She was a bit over weight for Ron, a 160lbs nearly 6 foot tall, with big hips and double d tit. Her very pretty face short dark hair and pleasant smile made her a hit with most all of our friends. The fact that she gave birth only seven month later could be why they got married soon after we graduated.
Thinking back, I don't really know when it happened or even I started to wonder about what was going on when I was out of town, but at some point I began to suspect Rita was having an affair. Knowing what I do now I can see it so well, we would go out with Ron and Pat, to a local club where Pat and I would always seem to be getting drinks Ron was his usual self, flirting with all the women, as well as Rita, but nothing out of the way was ever said or done as far as I could tell. Some times not real often they would dance as Pat and I would, I did notice that some times when we would return to the table Rita's face would be all red, but when I asked her what happened she would say "Oh it was nothing, Ron's such a kidder," or something to that effect.
Still not thinking any thing about it, and believing my friend would never seriously hit on my wife I dismissed it and went with doing the same things. Every month I would spend at least two weeks out of town. It was not long before my curiosity got the better of me so I thought I was going to catch my wife in the act or prove to myself that I was wrong. So with a trip coming up I made ready to go, as always, not telling her I had made arrangement for someone else to take my place. So I set my plan in action. Our neighbors across the street had to move to Washington State, and asked me to show their house to a few people over the next month or so they gave a set of keys and left the power turned on. On Sunday afternoon I packed my bags and had Rita take me to the Airport. I told her that the Job site was out in the middle of nowhere, so she should call me on my cell if she needed me as I would be staying on the site in a trailer there.
After she dropped me off in front of the terminal and we said our goodbyes and love ya's she drove off and I hurried to the rental car lot and picked up the car I had waiting for me. I flew around the Airport until I pulled within sight of our car and stayed back so she could not see who was in the car, and I followed her. She went to the mall, and I followed her around keeping just out of her sight, but she did not meet anyone there. She left the mall and went to a restaurant where she had a late lunch with Donna Simms, one of her old girlfriends. I sat out side in the car parked where I could watch. No men, nothing, I began to think I was wrong. She left the restaurant and drove to our house with me behind her at a safe distance. She pulled the car into the drive got out and went inside. I pulled into the neighbor's drive and around back into the garage and let myself in through the back door. With a few things I had brought with me I went up stairs to the bedroom facing my house. From there I could see every thing going on across the street.
That night I watched the house, sometimes using my binoculars but nothing unusual happened. The next morning Monday, around 7 o'clock one of our other neighbors picked up my son for school, then all was quite again, I just knew I was being stupid, nothing was going to happen. Then it did. Around 8 o'clock, I noticed a car pull into the drive and Ron climbed out, and walked up to the door, when it opened Rita was standing there in her nightie, and a thin robe, thy hugged and kissed like long time lovers and went inside.
I was in shock, what was I going to do? I sat there at the window just starring at our house. My best friend, how could he? How could she? After awhile I composed myself, "I'll confront them." I thought so out her front I went and headed across the street, but before I got there I thought I had better catch them doing something before I accursed anyone so I walked around back and carefully let myself into the kitchen, I slowly walked through the house trying to be as stealthy as possible. I could hear voices in the living room, so I eased up the stairs, and over to the landing that over looked that room. There they were sitting on the couch petting, Rita was rubbing his hard cock through his pants, and her was squeezing her breast. I was so hurt and humiliated at the same time though my dick was poking against my own pants hard as a rock. I was just about to a stand up and interrupt the when they stood up and holding hands started toward the door that lead to the foyer and the stairs. They were coming up to our bedroom.
