Cal Turner here. Not much in my background worth mentioning. Average man with average desires: loving wife, good job, and kids. My beautiful wife, Helen, had similar interests, or so I thought. My story is about when I found out my wife and I did not share as many interests as I thought.
It started one dark and stormy night - not really. I've just always wanted to write that in a story. As I was saying, it started one night when I came home from work.
My wife Helen was sitting on the living room couch watching TV. She turned it off as I came in. I sniffed and did not smell anything from the kitchen. "What's up? You want to go out tonight? Please tell me you didn't ask Kelsie. I can't take another McCrap meal."
"Kelsie is over at your mother's. I wanted to talk to you without being disturbed." She had a sexy lilt to her voice, so I assumed I was about to get lucky. Helen continued. "I know I'm not supposed to talk about the roleplaying game, but I just want you to know how much I enjoy it. I want for us to move what we do on Wednesdays into our bedroom on a regular basis. What do you say, cowboy?" She lifted her skirt to show her vagina in all its shaved, naked glory.
I didn't know what to say other than, "What roleplaying game?"
"Oh, I know you want to pretend to keep things secret to enhance the excitement, but you've spoiled me. I want more than once a week for our special loving. I do have one question I'm dying to ask, 'How do you make your penis seem bigger during our times together? Is it just the excitement?'"
I was getting a feeling of severe dread. "Helen, I don't know anything about any roleplaying game on Wednesdays and certainly don't know a way to make my penis larger. Please tell me what the heck you're talking about."
Helen began to look shocked also. "You know, our Wednesdays at the Marquis Inn and Suites. Does that ring a bell?" I shook my head. "Oh, my God. You emailed me about six weeks ago saying that you figured a way to spice up our sex life. You told me to go the Room 301 at the Marquis Inn. I was to take off my clothes, put on the mask lying on the nightstand, and lay naked on the bed. I was not move even when you came in and tied me to the bed. After you made love to me, you would untie me and leave. I was not to take off my mask until you had left. We were supposed to pretend we were having an affair and keeping the secret from each other's spouse. It was supposed to make sex much more enjoyable for us. You said absolutely no talking about it was allowed during the week. I couldn't believe how much a difference roleplaying made. It has been wonderful. We have been having sex in several different ways than we ever have before. Like I said, your penis felt larger than normal. I figured it had to do with the special thrill we were generating from imagining another lover. Oh, Cal, please tell me that it was you." Tears were coming to her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Helen. I've never been to the Marquis with you or anyone else."
"You mean, I've had sex SIX times with someone other than my husband?" She ran to the bathroom and threw up. After she cleaned up, she came back into the living room where I still sat in complete shock.
"Cal, you've got to forgive me. I honestly thought it was you. I have been so happy. Now, I feel like an idiot. Someone has tricked me. Shit, that's why he never talked to me in the room. He wanted me to keep thinking it was you. Oh, Cal, please tell me you forgive me." Full blown sobbing was going on.
I stammered in response, "I don't know what to say. It just seems so bizarre. How could anyone have done that to us and why? How could you have been with him six times and not noticed it was not me?"
"I thought it WAS you. You were doing things differently, but that was part of the whole reason for the roleplaying: to do something different, sexier, kinkier than before. I thought he was just a sexier side of you."
"Well, maybe you need to find out who this guy who is so much better than me in bed so you can be his wife." I was getting angry.
"Don't use that attitude with me buster. I want to find the guy all right. I want to cut off his balls for raping me. Do you understand that in effect he raped me?"
I calmed down. "I'm sorry, Helen. I was not looking at it enough from your viewpoint. Let's try to look at this logically if we can. Who would want to do something this mean to us? It would need to be someone who really hates me, you or us both. Or, it could be someone who has been secretly in love with you and figured out a way to get to have sex with you without having to convince you to cheat on your husband."
Helen shivered all over. "It gives me the creeps to think there might be someone out there who spends every night thinking about having sex with me."
"You mean, other than me, of course." My attempt to lighten the mood was a big disaster.
"Asshole, you didn't get raped. I did!"
"Sorry, okay where did the email come from?"
"I wish I had saved them now. You, I mean whoever sent them, said to delete the message. They were sent from your office email."
"That means it has to be someone who has access to my computer. I tend to leave it on when I only leave my desk for a short time. Trouble is, that gives us dozens of possibilities. Does he keep emailing you?"
"Yes. He usually confirms our session before every time, hinting at what I could look forward to. He said he wanted the anticipation to get my juices flowing beforehand. I had to delete that email and I was not allowed to email him back. Now, I see why."
"Did it? Get your juices flowing."
"Yes, but remember I thought it was you I would be having sex with. Damn it, Cal. I was not enjoying sex with another man in my mind. I was enjoying sex with you."
"Has he emailed about this coming Wednesday?"
"No, not yet. I intend to give him a piece of my mind."
"I thought you were not to email him back?"
"He gave me a phone number to leave a messagel if I ever had to cancel. I had to leave a message on it once."
"Okay. Don't do anything yet. Let me know when he emails again."
There was no sex in the Turner household that night or for the next several nights to come. I was hesitant of dipping my wick where someone else had just been. Helen said she was afraid she would start imagining the sex she had with the other guy which would cause her to feel she was cheating on me, thereby ruining the moment. We both agreed we needed to get tests for STDs.
On Monday, Helen got an email from the mystery lover. She showed me the text when I got home from work. He confirmed that this Wednesday was good for him. His tease was that he was going to persuade her to finally give up her ass. Helen confided to me that she had considering having anal sex as part of trying new activities in the roleplaying. Up until recently, she had considered anal sex a step too far. I told her to call him and leave a message that he just might get what he wants. I wanted to make sure he would show.
On Tuesday afternoon, I went to the Marquis and talked to the desk clerk. I confirmed he would be on duty the next day. He was. I asked him what it would take to get entry into the room my wife would be coming to tomorrow. He was not surprised since it had been obvious to him that the woman and man who used the same room every week were not married. His response was, '$200.' I agreed.
Wednesday came and we were ready to catch the man. Helen went in the room and did as usual. Several minutes later, I saw the man enter the room. It was Richie Hammond, the pussy hound of our office. He hit on every woman in the office, married or not. Of course, he was married with two kids. Betraying his family was obviously not considered an obstacle to him. He had looked at the picture of my wife on my desk and mentioned several times about how lucky I was that I had such a sexy wife. I always wanted to spray Lysol after every time he came by my office.
I went to the desk clerk to get my copy of the room key. He wouldn't let me have it. "Man, I'm scared I will lose my job. The boss jumped all the desk clerks about letting anyone in except the person who paid. 'Afternoon delights' is a big part of our business. Sorry, man."
I was fuming. I was thinking about what might be going on in the room. Helen was supposed to act the same thing she normally did, and I would break in before much could happen. I became frantic. Finally, I threatened, "If you don't give me a key, I will kick the door in and call the police. Do you think your boss wants to deal with that?" I had the key, but it was several minutes after I was supposed to have entered the room.
When I came in, Richie was behind her pushing his dick in and out of her anal cavity. He stopped. Helen couldn't see me yet and begged him to continue as she was on the verge of a climax. Richie kept going. I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him off. Helen seemed disappointed until I untied her and took her mask off. Then she started crying. I told her to get dressed.
Richie sat in one of the chairs. Surprisingly, he looked totally relaxed sitting there with his rapidly deflating penis. "Well, at least I got to tap that fine ass of hers before you did." I went towards him with fire in my eyes. He just pointed to the corner. There was a camera on a tripod set up.
"Cal, you don't want to harm me. I have videotapes of every session your wife and I have had. Do you really want me to release those? I think I can get a pretty good amount for them from some of the porn sites. Of course, I can send them for free to your friends and family. Or we can just keep things going as they are. I get her once a week and you get her every other day."
"You son-of-a-bitch. You will give us the videos and you will never see my wife again!"
"Or what?"
"Or I will . . . I will . . ."
"Can't think of anything that won't humiliate you or brand your wife a slut, can you?"
"I'll kill you."
Richie was laughing now. "You would leave your wife and daughter without a husband and father and no means of support? Yeah, right. Well, I'm kind of tired of her now that I've had her ass. Tell you what I'll do. I'll not initiate contact with her ever again. Of course, if she wants to call me, then that's another matter." A wide, wide grin crossed his face.
Helen got her clothes on and we left. She was silent on the way home. She ran in the house and went upstairs and took a long, long shower. I waited downstairs. When she came downstairs, she suggested we talk after supper. It was time to pick up Kelsie now. Dinner was quiet except for Kelsie telling about her day. She went to bed at 8:00. We went to the kitchen table about 8:30 in order to make sure our daughter was asleep.
Helen asked, "What are we going to do now?"
"I'm not really sure. If there were some way to get the videos, that would solve a lot of our problems. I can't see any way other than burglary at this point, but who could we get to do that? If we go to the police, he will just say you consented. He has videos that will show you liked it. Even if he gets arrested, the videos would be released. We're screwed. Do you have any ideas?"
