Life was not going the way that I, Rebecca Crowell nee Rader, wanted it to. While my job was OK the prospects for really rewarding employment in my field were non-existent in the metropolitan area that my husband Silas and I lived in. Actually, the only thing that made my present job bearable was that my immediate boss, Gary Hanes, who was only two years older than I am, was the sexiest yet nicest most considerate guy that I had ever met in my life. Let me clarify that -- presumably "gay" guy. No one knew for sure but it was highly suspected that he was gay because he was never seen with a woman, never hit on any woman in the company or others that we came in contact with, his looks were "pretty boy," and given his obvious musculature he clearly was devoted to keeping his body in shape. Anyway, he was great eye candy just like guys would consider a lesbian Victoria's Secret model as such.
I really wanted to move to the Research Triangle area of North Carolina since that was where all the action was in my field, but Silas insisted on staying put since his family was here as was his job which paid as much as someone with his intellect could expect to make.
The last comment I made about Silas is catty, I know, and I didn't always consider Silas beneath me in intellectual ability. Maybe that was because I had stars in my eyes when I met him because he is very handsome and though not intellectual a smooth talker. Despite how highly (perhaps unjustly so) I prize my intellect when I married him at age 22 (he was 26) I was acting like a stupid teenager.
Married life was OK for a while because the sex was good and we had a good group of friends but starting shortly after our fourth anniversary I started to get bad vibes about Silas. He seemed to be getting more enamored with any large breasted women that we came into contact with and his approach and comments to me became less and less pleasant. I looked up "signs of a cheating spouse" on Bing.
According to a "worried lovers" site that Bing directed me to Silas had a handful of the most classic twenty signs of cheating. They included 1) not being impressed with or showing any real gratitude for gifts that I gave him, 2) much more carefully guarding his phone including with a new password the one time that I checked it, 3) dressing better than normal and using cologne when he used it rarely in the past, 4) unexplained charges on one of our credit cards, 5) a snide smile, with fake concern immediately thereafter, whenever I told him about an upcoming overnight business trip (I'm never gone for more than two nights, mostly just one), and 6) putting off any talk of kids.
Of course there were others of the "suspicious" twenty that he didn't have, but those six, combined with his enhanced penchant for big boobs and less respect in general, made me highly wary.
In our neighborhood of fairly small closely spaced houses we had neighbors right behind us -- no more than thirty yards between our back door and theirs -- who we were particularly friendly with, although me more than Silas. Their names were Cora and Hank Williams (not related to the famous deceased singer/songwriter by that name). Cora was thirty six and Hank thirty eight at the critical point of this story. Hank travelled on business a fair amount.
Cora was probably the most intuitive and eccentric person that I had ever met -- and smart too. I don't think that anyone would consider her classically beautiful but her physical assets and personality would sure make the average hetero guy consider her sexy. She's about five feet eight inches tall, and her 155 pounds is at least five pounds more than she should carry but doesn't seem to detract from her sexuality. I think that she's the one who got Silas started on his big tit adoration; just between us girls she's let me know that they're on the high end of an E cup (compared to my optimistically B cup boobs).
Since Cora was so unconventional and my best friend -- as well as discreet -- I invited her to lunch one Saturday to talk about my problem.
When I got done telling Cora everything that I intended to tell her -- including my desire to see if Silas was cheating and his preoccupation with big tits like hers -- she started chuckling.
"What's so funny kooky sis?" I asked, "kooky sis" being my pet name for her.
"There's a role playing game that Hank and I have engaged in many times in the past that might let you find out if he's a cheater," she snickered.
"Say what?" I inquired.
"Let me briefly let you in on it," she grinned, and then told me...
I immediately blushed, but after another twenty minute discussion we came up with a plan. Her parting words, delivered with a big grin, were "Be sure to leave your bedroom drapes and blinds open Tuesday just after dark and text me when Silas is running an errand to your bedroom."
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I was excited for Tuesday night to come along. When Silas and I were in our living room I sent Cora a "5 minute advance warning" text and then I pretended to sprain my ankle. Silas seemed concerned. "Dear," I said to him while rubbing my ankle, "would you please go up to our bedroom and get the ankle wrap in the nightstand right next to the left window. Please, honey."
"Sure Becca," the name he called me unless he was angry -- then it was "Re-becca," he replied.
As soon as he turned I hit the prepared text button on my phone; "Now," with a smiling emoji.
It took the longest time for Silas to return with the ankle wrap. Why one would almost think that he was staring at something through the window, especially since when he returned his face was flushed and his pants tented.
I couldn't help but pull his chain. "What took you so long, honey?"
"Uh...well...I had a hard time finding it," he whimpered.
I knew that something was "hard" but not his time finding the ankle wrap.
I wrapped my ankle and patted the seat next to me for him to sit down. His cock was still hard and it's against my religion to waste a boner so I started stroking him through his pants.
The bastard was more excited than any other time I had seen him in a couple of months. He doesn't always eat me or suck my tits prior to intercourse but this time he sure did, including sucking my nipples so intensely it seemed like he was trying to grow them bigger.
You know, I didn't even care why he was so charged up -- at that point I didn't have any proof that he was a cheater so I just enjoyed the ride. I had three orgasms before he was done. I considered it a successful evening all around, our best sex in more than a year.
The next day I couldn't wait to call Cora. I called her cell on my way to work. "Tell me what happened kooky sis," I chuckled into the phone.
Cora was laughing so hard she almost couldn't tell the whole story. "Well, as planned I was at my bedroom window naked, making sure that my nipples were hard. Then in a disguise Hank sauntered up to me, handed me a wad of bills, and then started sucking on my tits, starting with the one furthest from the window so Silas could still clearly see the other one. I moaned and groaned for a few minutes and then Hank picked me up, threw me on the bed, closed the window shade and then I squealed, I hope loud enough for Silas to hear.
"Were you able to record Silas' reaction?" I inquired.
"Yeah, Hank had our video camera with a telephoto lens pointed directly at your window. After Hank fucked me -- our little 'whore charade' really gets him charged up -- we looked at it and it was priceless. Silas actually had his dick out before Hank closed the shade."
"Can you send me the video?" I enthusiastically queried.
"Yeah, Hank will transfer it to my phone tonight and I'll email it to you."
We chatted for a while longer before both of our cars were approaching our workplaces, then we terminated the call. I had a big smile on my face, which got even bigger when Gary sincerely complimented me on my dress (his refined fashion sense also seems to indicate that he's gay).
The video that Cora sent to me was hilarious as hell; Silas' eyeballs almost popped out and if Hank hadn't closed the shade when he did Silas would have stroked his dick to completion.
Men are so easy to manipulate; all I had to do to string Silas along that night was to off-handedly say at dinner "Cora really wishes that Hank wouldn't travel so much. She said that she really missed him last night."
Silas was about as subtle as a freight train when his eyes got as big as baseballs and he "innocently" asked "Oh; was Hank out of town last night?"
"Yeah, that's why Cora was bored. She said that he's going to be out of town tomorrow night too. I offered to come over for a while to play cards but she said no, she'd find something to keep her occupied."
The look on Silas' face when I said that was priceless. I knew what to expect the next night and advised my kooky sis about it.
The next night Silas slyly set up a video camera looking out our bedroom window toward Cora's window. This time Hank had a different disguise on -- he should have been a thespian or makeup artist -- but there was a repeat of the first evening only this time Hank didn't close the shade, and after he obviously lay on the bed Cora got up, exposed the entire front of her naked body, and then closed the shade. I saw Silas trying to subtly check on the camera several times during the evening and one time he returned with a big shit eating grin on his face.
Once again that night Silas sucked my tits raw and fucked me with the urgency of a fire engine siren.
Cora and I were convinced that the next time Silas was going to expose his true colors so we refined our initial plan during the weekend. On Tuesday I told Silas that Hank would be out of town on Wednesday and that I was going over to keep Cora company for an hour. Silas said that he had a TV program that he wanted to watch that I normally wasn't interested in. When I got home from work on Wednesday, however, I told Silas that I was ill and had called Cora to say that I couldn't make it. Putting on one of the best acting jobs of my life I pretended to be sick and went to bed, suggesting to Silas that he sleep in the guest room in case what I had was contagious.
Just as Cora and I expected -- and that she had clued Hank into (he wasn't out of town) -- about fifteen minutes after I went to bed Silas showed up at Cora's door. The next day I saw and heard it all on the camera that caught it in Cora's house.
"Uh -- hi, Silas; what's up?" Cora asked pretending to be surprised.
"There's something I want to talk to you about, Cora," Silas grinned, moving past Cora even though she hadn't actually asked him in.
"Uh, how's Rebecca doing?" Cora asked subtly looking at one camera in the vestibule, and then another in the adjacent living room, both of which had their low power green LEDs lit indicating that they were operating.
