I woke up with a headache so went into the bathroom for aspirin and my toothbrush. Angela came in behind me and snaked her arms around my waist. One hand dropped down to my manhood and I willed it not to get hard.
"You were quite a beast last night, Bobby," she purred.
"You were some kind of beast yourself, at the party that is."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyes narrowed at me in the mirror.
"The way you were flirting with Mr Barnes."
She laughed. "All the salesmen's wives flirt with Mr Barnes. It's part of the job."
"You were taking it too far. People were noticing."
She took a step back as I turned to face her. "Who? Who was noticing?"
"I was noticing," I said, poking myself in the chest with my thumb. "I thought you were going to start making out with him."
She laughed again, "Making out with old Mr Barnes. What would you do if I made out with Mr Barnes?"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. The smile faded from her face and she asked me again, this time without the note of humor in her voice.
"What would you do, Bob, if I made out with Mr Barnes?"
I tried again to say something. Instead, I pinned her to the bathroom door and stuffed my tongue in her mouth.
"Interesting," she said when we broke the clinch.
*
Angela didn't let it go. Of course she didn't. We were having our Friday movie night and I was feeling frisky. As we kissed and caressed by the flickering light from the television she brought it up again.
"What if I was making out with old Mr Barnes right now?"
I tried to shut her up by kissing her more aggressively. She liked that. But she wouldn't shut up.
"What if I was touching his cock right now like I'm touching yours?"
I put my hand on hers and squeezed it around my bulge in my pants, nuzzling her sweetly-scented neck.
"What if I was unzipping his fly and getting his dick out? Do you think he can still get it up?"
The touch of her hand on my rod made my breath come in staccato. The tops of her breasts brushed my stiff dick as she rolled over to kneel between my knees. I leaned back and shut my eyes to wait for the touch of her lips. She did not keep me waiting long.
"Do you think Mr Barnes would like having me down on my knees like this, gagging on his cock?"
I nudged her back down with my fingertips and she sucked and slurped for several minutes. Then she licked her way down to my balls and gave them each a suck before licking her way back to the tip.
"Do you think Mr Barnes has gray hair on his nuts? Oh! You like that do you?"
Again I nudged her down. She alternated between sucking on it and taunting me with this ugly vision of her and my boss.
"What would you do, Bob, if you saw me sucking his dick... would you kick his ass... would you kick my ass...?"
I was getting close, despite her mockery, and my breath was coming in gasps.
"Or would you stand there and watch... maybe get your dick out and yank it..."
I grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her face down on my cock, erupting in her mouth. Some of it she swallowed, some she let drool down her chin. She stood and straddled my thighs, kissing me deeply, making me kiss her back despite her messy face.
"Interesting," she said when she let me up.
*
I was having second thoughts about letting Angela invite her ex-boyfriend over for dinner. She assured me they were only friends and had been since dating briefly in college. Rocky seemed to have a different idea and spent much of the evening with his arm around her and telling racy tales of their time together. I have to admit, it was fun hearing about what a naughty girl she used to be so it wasn't all bad. But I didn't like how he would try to grope her when he thought I wasn't looking. And I hated how Angela seemed to put up only token resistance when he did so.
Late in the evening, I was coming out of the bathroom and didn't see either one of them in the living room where I left them. I looked in the dining room, down the hall. Then I heard what sounded like lip-smacking sounds coming from the kitchen. They were both in there when I walked in. She was in the corner against the refrigerator. He was leaning nonchalantly on the island counter, slurping noisily on a watery margarita. They were both flushed, probably from the tequila.
Back in the living room the three of us sat there looking at each other. Rocky had his arm around Angela and wore a leer on his face.
"You look tired, Bob," said Angela. "Why don't you go lie down and I'll join you when Rock and I are done talking."
"I'm fine," I told her and Rocky looked disappointed.
"Well, I need to get cracking anyway," he said and got up to leave.
Angela took his arm and led him to the door. "I'll walk you out."
The driveway was too dark for me to see them very well but I watched through the gap in the curtains as they stood by his car and talked for a while. Angela would glance toward the window periodically and I would pretend not to be looking. Then she stood on her toes and leaned up to whisper something to him. Or maybe she kissed him on the cheek. Whatever it was, I thought it was weird.
When we were finally alone she took off her panties and sat on my face for an hour. She was so wet I might have drowned.
*
Mr Barnes rented out the Bijou Theater for the company Christmas party. We blasted through our sales goals this year so the spread was lavish and the liquor was flowing. I was talking with the boss when Angela came up to him and said, "Excuse me, Mr Barnes, but I noticed you are standing under the mistletoe."
Then she kissed him right on the lips and it sure looked like there was some tongue in there as well. It was so unexpected and happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. They broke their embrace and she turned to me. "Oh, and you too, honey."
The kiss she gave me was warm and inviting but not as deep as the one she gave Mr Barnes. She turned and walked off and I scanned the room to see if anyone else had witnessed what happened. Word must have gotten around because I could see my co-workers pointedly stepping under the mistletoe when my wife passed by. Thankfully, she didn't notice or acknowledge them.
*
One night Angela got on top and was riding me like a jockey. We were sweating and grunting and she looked so beautiful bouncing up and down on my cock. I had my head resting on my palms and was enjoying the sway of her breasts when she rose and kept rising until my cock slipped out and I groaned in protest. She reached between her legs and took me in her fingertips, then lowered herself back down on me.
There was something about how much tighter she was and how not so wet she was and the whine she made as she impaled herself on me. It took a few moments to realize she was taking me up her ass. We had never done that before so it came as a surprise. Surely it can't be that easy the first time.
She sighed as her ass came to rest on my pelvis and sat up straight so I could see my cock, not in her pussy but an inch below it. I lifted my upper body onto my elbows but didn't dare move below the waist. She balanced on the balls of her feet and, never breaking eye contact, she fucked herself in the ass with my cock. Rising and falling slowly at first but picking up speed as she gained confidence.
I finished so hard it was like the very first time I'd ever come.
"Wow, babe. We've never done that before." I said for lack of anything better to say.
"We haven't?" She replied. "Are you sure?"
"Uh, yeah. You said you didn't do that. Remember?"
She lay down on my chest, my semi-rigid penis still in the clutch of her tight anus.
"Oh, women say that when they don't want to do it. I just felt like doing it tonight."
"So you've done it before?" I asked, knowing what the answer must be but not sure I wanted to hear it.
"Yeah, Rocky and I tried it once or twice."
"Back in college," I prompted her.
"Yeah," she said, "Back in college."
*
Needless to say, I was starting to get suspicious of my dear wife. Figuring it would pay to be vigilant, I decided to keep an eye on her. I started going through her social media. Nothing too suspicious except for the long chat history with Rocky, her ex. I read that in its entirety and aside from the frequent selfies they sent each other nothing stood out.
Periodically I would ask to borrow her phone, pretending mine was out of battery or whatever. Text messages, pictures, map requests... either she wasn't carrying on or she was covering her tracks. I put a tag on her car. I installed hidden cameras in our home, including our bedroom. If she was getting laid while I was on the road, she wasn't doing it in our bed, at least.
I was so relieved to find no evidence of her cheating that I would get highly aroused while checking the cameras and searching through her things. She never knew why I was jumping her bones at random times but she sure liked it. Of course, to confuse matters I got highly aroused whenever I did find evidence of her cheating. And that happened more times than I liked.
*
One time I was getting a series of alerts from our smart doorbell. This happens sometimes and I usually pause the notifications after confirming nothing is amiss. This time it was alerting on a pickup truck in the driveway. I knew the plumber was out that day and I could see him sitting there behind the wheel, one arm resting on the ledge of the open window. I kept checking back so that I could re-enable notifications when he left.
Suddenly, Angela comes walking around from the far side of the truck and waves to him as he backs down the driveway. I went back and reviewed the footage and saw her get in the truck. I couldn't see her sitting on the passenger side because of the camera angle. But according to the timestamp she must have been in there for more than ten minutes. I casually asked her about it over dinner and she explained that his credit card reader plugged into the DC outlet in his cab.
"The damn thing kept rejecting every card I tried. Seemed like it took minutes for every try, too. He finally agreed to take a check."
"Sounds like he has weak network coverage," I suggested.
