One day I caught my lovely wife cheating on me. Here is how it happened. My wife is a school teacher. She usually gets off from work at around 3:30 PM and arrives home at 4:00 PM. I work also. I am a salesman and my job keeps me on the road a lot, so My and I enjoy what time can have together. Despite the fact we don't see much of each other, my wife had never given me any reason to doubt her fidelity. Now my wife is knockout gorgeous, with a sweet angelic face, shoulder length auburn hair, and a tight round ass that catches attention every where she goes, but I never saw her looking at another man. What I am about to relate will prove how wrong I was about her.
It was a Monday morning when I told my wife that I would be out of town for two days for a business meeting in Chicago. While I was busy packing my things and getting ready, the phone ring. My wife answered and she spent about twenty minutes talking to someone and laughing. I did not think this unusual, and as I went out the door I kissed her bye. As it turned out, my trip concluded much sooner then I had expected, and the next evening I was on an airplane heading home. I was really glad that I would be able to spend some time with my wife, and I decided that instead of calling her that I would surprise her, and we would spend a romantic evening together.
It was 5:30 PM when I arrived. As I entered the living room, I noticed that the house was very quiet and my wife was no where to be found. At first, I did not think this unusual as she is sometimes delayed with school activities. When she was not home after 7:00 PM I became some what concerned. I when upstairs and turned on the television in our bedroom and waited. Our house has two driveways. My wife always parks in the back driveway and it is so close that you can hear the car motor when it pulls up in the drive. It was at around 9:25 when I heard the sound of a car, and when I looked out the back window, I saw my wife's tan 98 thunderbird pulling in our driveway. I was about run down and meet her when I noticed she was not alone. There was enough light on our porch to tell that the person in the car with her was a man! For a while they just sit there talking, and then he leaned over and kissed my wife right on the mouth. My mouth must have hung opened as I watched what transpired. My wife did not resist him, but returned his kiss as her fingers twined through his her. This was no peck. They were sharing a very deep and passionate kiss. Even from where I was I could see his tongue exploring inside my wife's mouth.
When they finally got out of the car, I saw them walk up to the porch and kiss again. As they kissed, I watched his hand reach down and grab my wife's ass, as she begin to squirm against him. They kissed for about a minute, then they disappeared under the car port. Then I heard the door open and shut as they walked into the living room.
I didn't know what to do. Here I was, up in our bedroom while my wife was with some secret lover downstairs. I knew I had to do something fast. I had two options. I could either go down and confront them or I could hideout and see what all would happen. I decided on the later, as I am not disposed to any kind of violence, and though I am ashamed to admit it, the prospect of seeing my charming wife having sex with another man, excited me. I slowly and quietly crept downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairway, I heard them talking.
"Are you sure your husband will not be home," the man was inquiring of my wife.
"No he will not," she replied.
"He has gone to Chicago and he will not be returning until tomorrow evening."
"If he were coming back he would have called sweetie," she said assuredly.
