It started about six months ago when Frank came home from a six day business trip and I found a pair of women's underpants in his dirty clothes. I didn't think anything of it because when he is on his trips it is with a crew of three others and two of them -- Chad and Jerry -- are practical jokers and I figured that they were setting Frank up for a ball busting from me.
Three months ago when he got home from another equipment installation trip I found a brassiere in his dirty clothes. I again just smiled and tossed it in the trash. I hadn't bitten on the panties so Chad or Jerry tried it with a bra. On his next trip I found another pair of panties in his dirty clothes only this time the crotch gusset was still wet. I held it to my nose and took a sniff and it definitely had the smell of sperm.
I stared at the panties and my anger started to build. In ten years of marriage I had never suspected Frank of cheating on me. Hell, in the two years we spent together before getting married I'd never had any cause to doubt that he was true to me, but something was surely starting to look rotten in Denmark.
I thought about it for two days before I finally jumped Frank about it and he denied knowing anything about the panties and he told me that he had never cheated on me or even thought about cheating on me. I thought that the look in his eyes was telling me that he was lying and I decided right then and there that two could play that game. And I didn't expect to have a hard time doing it. I'm not bragging, but I've been told that I'm 'pretty hot' by men and women alike. One hundred and fifteen pounds distributed 36x25x34 on a five foot seven inch frame has caught many an eye when I've been out and about. I keep my figure through regular trips to the gym and a home exercise program so I didn't expect any problems at all in getting even with Frank.
I'd given him a chance to explain and I know we could have worked past it, but he chose to keep lying. Whatever happened from that point on was his own doing.
Of course saying that you are going to get even and actually getting even are two different breed of cat. Even though in my mind I was ready to get back at Frank there was still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind that I could really do it.
That doubt was kicked to the curb during a barbecue at our house on Saturday. And there were a dozen couples there. I was in the kitchen fixing a tossed salad when Frank came up behind me. His hands came around me and cupped my breasts and I giggled and pushed my ass back at him and felt his hard on. I quickly turned and kissed him before I realized that it wasn't Frank. It was Chad Rice. He broke the kiss and said:
"You told me to keep wishing."
He turned and went back outside and as he walked away I felt the heat go through me and I felt moisture on my pussy lips and I remembered that night a year ago when we had been at a party, I'd had a lot to drink and was feeling pretty loose. I had gone to the bathroom and when I came out Chad was waiting to use the facilities. He stepped back and looked at me and said:
"Damn girl. You are one sexy looking lady. When are you going to give me a taste?"
I giggled and then said, "Who knows stud. Just keep wishing and your wish might come true some day."
It was only flirting on my part then, but I knew that if Chad and I had been alone now I would have started my payback on Frank.
I took the salad out into the yard and set it on the picnic table and looked over at Chad who was talking to Frank and a couple of other guys. He was looking at me and he winked. I smiled and blew him a kiss. From that point on every time I saw Chad he was looking at me.
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The next day Frank, Al, Stan and Sam played golf like they did every Sunday and I was left to clean up the backyard. It was a hot day and all I had on was a skirt, flip flops and a T-shirt. I didn't even have a bra on. I was scrubbing the top of one of the picnic tables when the doorbell rang. When I answered it I found a grinning Chad standing there. I remembered his hands on my breasts from the night before and my nipples got hard and since I was braless and in a T-shirt it was evident when the pushed against the fabric.
"Just stopped by to see Frank" he said.
I knew it was bullshit because he knew that Frank went golfing every Sunday come rain or shine. I was pretty sure I knew what was on his mind and what he was hoping for especially after blowing him that kiss, but I played dumb and invited him in.
"Frank isn't here right now. He is out playing golf, but he should be back shortly."
Chad knew it was my turn to bullshit because he knew that after golf Frank and the rest of the foursome stayed at the club for dinner and drinks. Chad knew damned well that Frank wouldn't be home for at least another four hours and he knew that I knew he knew it. I was sure he was thinking that I invited him in knowing Frank wouldn't be home for hours because I was going to make his wish come true. And I fully intended to, but that wasn't the only reason. Chad was one of the guys who traveled with Frank and I wanted to pump him for information. We went out to the back yard and I got Chad a beer and we sat down at one of the picnic tables. I went right at it.
"How close are you to Frank?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you like best buddies or best friends or anything like that?"
"Not really. We are pretty much just friendly co-workers. Why?"
"So you don't owe him any great amount of loyalty?"
"I guess not. Why are you asking me this?"
"You travel with Frank on most of his trips so I want to ask you something."
"What?"
"I think Frank is cheating on me when he is out of town. What can you tell me about it?"
Chad looked away in a move that told me he knew things, but was going to lie about it. He looked back at me and said:
"I don't know anything about anything like that."
I looked at him for several seconds and then I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it into the middle of the table between us. I sat there with my twins on display and said:
"Does this help your memory improve any?"
He looked at my breasts and I could read his face. It was saying as clear as day:
"What can I get away with? How much do I really have to tell?"
I scooted back on the bench, reached under my skirt and took off my thong. As I tossed it onto the middle of the table to join the T-shirt I said:
"I want it all Chad. I've seen the evidence so I know he is cheating. What I want are the particulars."
"The particulars?"
"Yes. Is he drunk and acting stupid and not really aware of what he has done until he wakes up the next day?? Do you all go out looking for ladies? Go to places like bars and strip clubs looking for targets? Does he take the easy way and go with hookers or escorts? I want to know Chad."
"You want an awful lot for just a look at your tits."
"You can't be that dumb Chad. You think my thong is in the middle of the table just for show? You once asked me when you could have a taste and I said to keep wishing. Right now you are as close to having your wish come true as you are ever likely to get so you need to decide if you want to make it happen."
"How do I know you aren't just stringing me along?"
"The only thing between you and me right now is a skirt. How bad do you want to see the skirt in the middle of the table? You aren't selling out Frank. I already know he is cheating on me. I just want the details."
"You haven't said anything about what you are hinting at. You are hinting that if I tell you what you want to know you will give me that taste I said I wanted. No more hinting. Spell it out for me."
"You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want. Clear enough for you?"
"I don't know I can trust you. It's not like I can do anything about it if I give you what you want and then you tell me to leave."
I looked at him for a bit and wondered about him. We both knew why he 'stopped by to see Frank' and just what he was hoping to get so why was he fighting so hard when he would have it if he would just tell me what I wanted to know?
"Take your cock out and bring it over here to me."
He looked around and I said, "Don't sweat it. The reason we have a six foot privacy fence is so the neighbors can't see what we do in the yard."