After reading the email on her phone, I was numb... did I just read that? I read it again and noticed there was an attachment so I opened it. The image opened quickly without re-downloading since it simply loaded from the phones cache. That told me she had already looked at it on her phone. The clear image was my loving wife of over 25 years and mother of our two grown children... Her wide green eyes were looking directly at the camera. She was on her knees, naked with the cameraman's hard dick in her mouth and both of her hands holding other men's cocks on each side of her face, one of them was black and it was fucking enormous! She had an all too familiar wicked grin on her face as if she were in mid-laugh when the pic was taken...
Sorry, I have gotten ahead of myself, let me go back to the beginning...
My wife Melissa and I are both in our early 50's and our 2 kids are successfully out of College and the house and in the early years of their careers. We own a small wealth management firm that Melissa runs from an office in our home after her almost two decade career with one of the top firms in the country. She got tired of making a bunch of assholes in New York a ton of money and went out on her own.
I'm Nick. I have been a Database Manager for a major Insurance company for about twenty-five years now. Both of us are very tech savvy. We brought up our kids in a nice home on a few acres in the country about 20 miles from the city and my office is only about a 25 minute commute on the Interstate.
Melissa and I went to different Colleges in different States and we met a few years later in a bar one night in our mid 20's after our "formative years". I was a party animal back in the day and it seemed that I spilled more pot on my couch in a weekend than most of my friends would smoke in a semester.
I had a fake ID when I was 19 and since I was a regular at a certain bar, I actually started working there as a part-time bartender while I was still not able to drink legally. I was on the five year plan at school and graduated with a lackluster 2.55 GPA with a degree in management information systems. 2.55 also seemed to be my average blood alcohol level way back then.
The best time in my sexual life was while working at that bar. It was the 1980's and we were all young, dumb and full of... enthusiasm... The bar was an alternative rock music club near campus so it drew in the music, theater and crazy ass art school crowd from my State University. Times were sexy and easy back then and being a fairly good looking, personable guy, I got laid a lot!
Most of the girls I knew at the bar and on campus had a certain morally casual attitude. It was a badge of honor to fuck on the pool tables for a few of the waitresses and they didn't care who with. I had quite a few 3 sums and more-sums back then in the bar after hours.
I had even attended a few house parties that were hosted by a local swingers group who were regular patrons of that bar. The swinger parties had at the time, what I had considered to be "older women". They were in their 30's and 40's and their husbands sometimes liked to watch their wives in the company of several horny college guys at the same time.
The final house party I attended before moving away after graduation and entering the real world, was the birthday party of one of those wives. Her husband decided to give her a gang-bang for her present. I recall 7 couples and about 10 extra guys like me. The 30-something housewife was pounded by all the husbands and us "stunt-cocks" for about 5 hours straight. All the other wives watched, partied, took Polaroids and fluffed all us dudes. Ahhh... good times for a 23 year old... But that's a different story.
Melissa is one of the smartest people I have ever met. I was 26 and she was 25 when we met one night at a nightclub in this city. She had just transferred to this city to open up a local office for a national financial services firm. I had moved here a few months earlier to work in the database department for an insurance company. We were both new to the area and seemed to have a lot in common. We were married less than a year after we met.
She has one of those personalities that people just open up to. I am still amazed at how a total stranger will just tell her their life story while we are waiting in the grocery store checkout line. She has the perfect personality for sales. That's why she is so successful in financial planning and wealth management. People just trust her immediately the moment they meet her.
About five years after we were married, by chance I met one of her guy friends from her College. We were sitting in a restaurant when some guy yelled out from a couple of tables away "Easy Lissa". He came over to our table seeming really excited and reached out to hug her. I could tell that she was obviously uncomfortable and she did her best to be as cold to him as possible. His demeanor changed after he saw me or perhaps mine and her wedding rings and seemed to take it down a few notches while my wife introduced me to him as her husband.
I don't even remember his name since it was so many years ago. She did a good job of making him sound like an insignificant acquaintance from her College days. A friend of a friend. He soon went back to his table of friends after exchanging business cards with us and we finished our meal and left to go get the twins from the sitter.
On the way home, I asked her about the way he called her "Easy Lissa" and she said "that stupid nickname was given to me by my roommate Becky, I didn't date much and she called me that just to tease me and her circle of friends picked it up. He was one of her friends. It was kind of an opposite thing, like calling a fat guy 'Slim' or a tall guy 'Shorty'. Becky used to torment me...you know how it is..." Hmm... good enough answer I suppose...
I never told her to this day about my crazy times in my early 20's before we met and she never talked much of her college days either. We both knew we weren't virgins when we met so she never asked, I never asked...
We always had a pretty good sex life throughout our over 2 and a half decades of marriage but being the dog that I have always been... I have strayed. I continue to stray to this day. The past 10 years or so I have had a fuckbuddy relationship with a few of the married women at work. I prefer married women who wish to stay married because of the no-strings-attached aspect on both sides. No drama, no late night phone calls, no muss, no fuss. Just some good noontime sex a couple of times a month during long lunches. Don't get me wrong... I love my wife dearly, I'm just a shameless flirt and enjoy a little strange trim every now and then. My early adult years taught me that it was easy to separate love from sex.
"Honey can you text my sister for me? Just text her that we will be a little late" she said while finishing her makeup in the master bathroom.
I picked up her smart-phone and pressed the side button. The security screen appeared. "What's the security code sweetheart?" At my suggestion a few years ago, I told her that she should password protect her phone and computers just in case she lost the phone or someone broke into the house and stole the computers. Way too much client financial information. She did exactly that and I never knew the passwords for anything including her desktop in her office upstairs.
"1214" she yelled from upstairs.
"RUNNG L8 C U SOON" I texted to her sister. Except for business matters, Melissa has no concept of time. I think that's one of the reasons she likes to work out of the house. If she tells someone she will meet them at a restaurant at 7pm, that means she will leave the house at exactly that time. Her family and I simply just call it "Melissa Time". If you don't expect her to be a half hour late, then that's your problem.
"OK NP" was her sister's text reply a minute later.
After dinner and drinks with one of her sisters that night, she turned in early after drinking quite a bit of wine. I watched TV for a half hour or so and headed to the kitchen to set the coffeemaker for tomorrow morning. I noticed her phone on its charger sitting on the counter-top. "1214" and I was in. I was just being nosey. She had her business email, her yahoo and her gmail synched to the phone.
When she first started her business, I built her a web site with an email account with her "company name dot com" as an address. I was still the admin of that and already had that password and it was of no interest to me. She had a Yahoo email account for many years and when we got our first Android phones a few years ago, we both signed up for gmail.
I went to her Yahoo inbox first. About 10 unread emails that I didn't want to open because she could tell later if I did. Scrolling down the inbox, I noticed quite a lot of spam in the list of email subject lines, not uncommon. Amazon confirmations, LLBean 20% off sales, some porn spam like "H O t Y u ng GU rls" and "Puzzy Ma jik". I know what porn spam looks like because I've signed up for a few porn sites through the years and still get my anonymous email address inundated with that crap.
I opened the Spam folder because it had over 300. All porn spam.... "why is her account getting so much of this porn spam?" I asked myself. Now for the Sent folder. I pressed the touchscreen on an email subject line dated just a few days ago that read, "Re, Fw, Re, Re Hey" I opened it up and scrolled down to the end of the email thread and read it upwards to get the full context.
To Melissa From Jimmy
Subject Hey
Can you do next Tuesday at 10am then? I can get Tim and maybe Paul this time.
Usual place?
