After Steve left our room, I waited about 20 minutes to return to our room. Carol had showered again, and was fully dressed. I asked "How did the massage go?" "It was OK," Carol said, and then she quickly changed the subject. "Where are we going to eat?" Despite all my preparation and plans for the big event, I was totally unprepared for how to handle things after I returned to the room. In hindsight I should have planned for how to approach Carol, but I didn't. I wanted her to admit she had fucked Steve, but I certainly couldn't tell her I knew about it.
I saw the $100 bill Steve had left on the table and asked "What is this?" Carol stuttered for a minute, and then said "Steve had to leave a little early, so he left that as a refund."
"How long was he here, and did you enjoy it?" I asked. "He was only here for about 15 minutes after you left," Carol lied.
I knew this was going down the wrong path. Unintentionally I had forced Carol into a lie, and now there was no chance she was going to tell me what really happened. It was a long frustrating evening, as Carol seemed distant. I asked a few more times about the massage, but she gave short answers and then always changed the subject. After dinner we saw a show, and then we did have sex back at the room, but Carol just wasn't into it. I could tell her mind was really screwed up, and she carried great guilt about her romp with Steve.
When we returned home we fell back into our regular pattern, always busy with the kids, and our sex life returned to normal. I had some of the greatest video ever for my private viewing, and whenever I was on the road I would watch my Carol getting the fuck of her life from Steve. It was a great video, but I wanted more. I really wanted Carol to open up our lifestyle, to fuck Steve or another man again. I wanted her to tell me how great it was, and I wanted to be in the room to watch.
As months went on, it became very evident that I would have to devise another plan for my Carol to once again feel the pleasures of another man. "Should it be Steve again or perhaps another man," I thought. I carefully considered all options, thinking that Steve might be able to penetrate Carol's defenses easier than another man. However if I could get Carol to screw a new man then she might open up easier, rather than just think of Steve as a short little affair. Suddenly a wild thought popped into my mind. It was daring, exciting, and risky; but the more I thought of it the more excited I got and I knew I had to try it.
The plan had to be perfect, and our home was the setting. This would be a daytime event, while the kids were in school. Carol would have to think I was out of town, but it was easy for me to arrange a fictitious overnight business trip. I had to find a date where I knew Carol would be home, so I planned for a day when she had an 10:00 AM dentist appointment. Carol has great hygiene, and she always showers and brushes her teeth before going to the dentist. My video cameras & recording equipment were set up all over the house to capture the event. Steve and I had met several times, going over the plan in the greatest detail. Steve was like a kid getting ready for Christmas, as he told me over and over what a great fuck Carol was.
The day started out like any normal Tuesday during the school year. The kids were scrambling around, almost late for catching the bus, and I packed for my overnight trip. After the kids got on the bus, I kissed Carol and told her how great she looked. I had her in my arms and kissed her, grabbing her ass. I joked that maybe we had time for a quickie, to which Carol said "let's go, I don't want you traveling while you are so horny". I kissed her and said "I think you're the one who is horny", as I untied her robe and gently rubbed her luscious tits. Carol said "Come on, we haven't screwed in two weeks, let go". I kissed her again and gently tweaked her nipple, and I knew she was getting wet. I had intentionally avoided sex for the last two weeks to get her as horny as possible. Carol is one that desperately needs a regular fucking, and I knew her pussy was getting wetter from our foreplay. She grabbed my crotch and urged me again to go upstairs, but I stood firm kissing her again, this time letting my fingers go down and play with her honey pot. As my fingers found their target, I rubbed her juices over her clit. Then I broke the kiss, and said "Sorry babe, I have a plane to catch. We will resume this tomorrow night when I get back." I could see a look of desperation in her eyes as I pulled away. I looked at my watch and said "shit, I have to go right now or I am missing my plane".
I drove to the motel where Steve was staying, and I met his friend Scott. We had a coffee and once again went over the plans. Steve had introduced me to Scott a few months ago when I came up with this idea, and I was very comfortable that he and Scott would work well together. I knew that Carol would be showering and getting dressed for the dentist. I had already called the dentist to cancel her appointment. At about 9:30 we had a female friend of Scott's call our house to tell Carol they had to cancel her appointment. Carol was told their computers were down and she would have to call back later to reschedule a new appointment.
I knew Carol was now showered, well dressed, with nowhere to go. Whenever Carol goes out she almost always wears a nice dress, knee length, with a conservative top. I knew she would have make-up on and her hair would be set nicely. Carol is not high maintenance, but she just likes to be well dressed when she goes out for shopping or to the dentist.
A few minutes later Steve and Scott were knocking on our door. As I saw later on video, Carol was stunned to see Steve. "Oh my god, what are you doing here" Carol stammered. Steve said, "Hi Carol, I was in town helping my friend Scott move his parents, and I wanted to stop by to see you."
"You shouldn't be here, not at my house, my god the neighbors" Carol blurted out. "Please don't come to my house".
"Carol, the neighbors will think we are contractors or salesman. It will look worse if we have this discussion on your porch. Can we come in for a minute?"
Carol let them in and she was clearly upset. "Why did you come her, this is my home, and who is he" pointing to Scott. Carol quickly closed the door and told Scott to stay where he was, and she and Steve walked into the kitchen. "What we did was wrong, and you can't come to my house. I am happily married, and I can't see you again. My husband.....How did you know where we live?"
Steve cut her off, and said "Carol I am sorry if I upset you. I confess that after we met in Detroit I got your name, address, and work information from the hotel register. The sex we had was the greatest I have ever had, and I have wanted to call you for months. I am sorry about coming with no notice, but I just had to see you. When Scott asked me to come help his parents move, I knew it was within a few miles of your home. We finished the move late last night and stayed over. I even called your husbands work phone to make sure he was at work, and I was going to just hang up when he answered. His voice mail said he was out of town for the day, so I knew he would not be home. I thought your kids would be at school. Carol I don't want to do anything to hurt you. I am sorry if I upset you, but I really wanted to see you again. Please don't be mad". Steve then gently grabbed Carol's hand and said "I'm sorry but I had to see you, and you look every bit as beautiful as I remember you."
Carol pulled her hand away and looked at him, and her state off shock and anger started to subside. "Who is Scott?" she asked. "Scott is my best friend, and I have known him for years. He is the only one who knows about us" Steve said.
"You told him"? Carol asked. "Steve you are going to get me in a lot of trouble."
Steve took a small step toward Carol and gently grabbed her hand again, "Carol please trust me. Scott and I are best friends. He will never say anything. I would never do anything to hurt you or your family. We only had one car, and I didn't know if you were going to be home or throw me out, so I couldn't have him drop me off here".