Once marriage vows are broken it's hard to regain trust and respect in a relationship again. Hopefully, this story describes what could happen when that trust is lost and describes a means of restoring it with irreversible consequences if lost again.
A thanks to fdkman for his editing assistance.
CHAPTER 1. The Discovery
The lake was calm without a breeze to disturb the glassy surface in the hour immediately after day break. The sun was just starting to come up over the hills to the east transfiguring the lake into a place of serenity and peace. Just what I needed to think about my problem. The quiet hum of the electric trolling motor pushed my fourteen foot boat along the shore line at a steady pace as I trolled in my quest for a bass or walleye. I was really hoping I wouldn't catch either as I needed time to think without interruption.
My name is Mark. I'm 45 years old and I'm married to Lois, my 42 year old wife. My problem revolves around my wife. I caught her cheating with my best friend, Phil last night. I hadn't confronted her or him yet and had only just found out about the affair by accident. So now I had to figure out the best way to handle the situation.
We will have been married 25 years next month and our two kids; a son Jeff, 23 and a daughter Jill, 21 are out on their own so they will only figure slightly in whatever I decide to do. Jeff is newly married and Jill is engaged. I knew I could not continue to be cuckolded, especially by my best friend, without doing something.
First, let me describe my wife. She's very pretty and at 5' 7" and 140 lbs has a mature but shapely figure. Her measurements I estimate at around 36", 28", 40" with no sign that she's starting to lose her figure too badly as many of her girl friends have. This is especially noticeable with Phil's wife, Penny. Phil has always had a roving eye but in recent years, as Penny has started putting on weight, I noticed that he has becoming more prone to wander. However, I never suspected he would go after Lois although I should have known that her looks would have attracted him. I wondered why she would have responded to him. Like most women, who start getting hit on when they first gain breasts and other female characteristics, she had endured her share of groping, inappropriate comments and suggestions for a date during our marriage. However, she'd endured them without being unfaithful as far as I know. So what had happened to make her break our wedding vows? Didn't she respect me anymore? Was she in love with Phil? Did she want a divorce? Did Phil want to divorce Penny? How long had it been going on? Only she could answer those questions.
Those were questions for them. What about me? What questions did I have to get answers to? Did I love Lois? I thought I did. How would I feel if she left me? Would I be devastated or did I even care? If we stayed together could I trust her again? But the most obvious question of all; how did I feel? Was I angry or just disappointed at her betrayal? It was all so confusing.
Most cheating wives stories I'd read indicated that the husband was always devastated and drank a bottle of bourbon to forget. I didn't think that appealed to me. Twenty five years is about a third of a lifetime and that's a pretty heavy investment of ones life to give up without some concern. I guess I would have to confront her and get some of those questions answered that only she could provide. Then I would go from there to determine the best course of action but I thought that I would like to salvage my marriage if at all possible.
As I continued to glide across the lake surface I heard the sound of high powered outboard coming down the lake and in a few moments a bass boat skimmed by across the surface of the lake kicking up a rooster tail of water behind it. A quick wave to the driver and his passenger and they were gone. I noticed too that riffles were beginning to break up the glassy surface as a breeze started and the sun rose higher in the sky. I would have to be heading home soon as it would shortly be getting too hot to continue so I turned back toward the launch ramp.
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I had been on a four day business trip and had finished up a day early and headed home, catching an evening flight that would get me in to home late. Lois didn't like me to travel. With the kids gone she was alone in the house and I thought she would appreciate my early return. I decided to surprise her and not notify her in advance. Maybe I should have.
Arriving home at ten in my truck, that I'd left at the airport, I didn't open the garage door, deciding instead that it would scare her as she was probably in bed sleeping or reading. I could see that there was a light on in the living room and our bedroom as I drove up. I slipped in the front door with my luggage and dropped it in the front entryway thinking I'd take care of it in the morning. Looking in the living room I saw two empty wine glasses on the coffee table. I stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water then went upstairs to our bedroom. I saw a light coming from the partly open door to our bedroom and heard the sound of voices.
"Oh Phil. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
What the hell I thought. Is she watching a porn movie? But that sounds like her voice. I looked around the corner into the room and saw my best friend Phil's hairy ass between my wife's legs thrusting his cock into her as she thrust back at him. I stood there quietly, mesmerized by what I was looking at. They were so involved in their fucking that they didn't notice me watching from the door way.
"Oh god, Phil! That feels so good. I'm going to come soon. Don't stop."
Wakening from my stupor I thought about rushing in and confronting them in anger but reason returned and I turned instead and went downstairs and returned with my new digital video camera. Setting it on low light I stood back in the dark hallway and began videoing their activities in the dimly lit bedroom for about fifteen minutes. During that time they both orgasmed and afterward she started sucking his cock to get him hard and then they went at it again. When I was satisfied that I had enough I took the camera down to the computer room and downloaded it into a secure file. Then I burned two discs and hid them in separate places.
Going back upstairs I heard him ask, "Can we do this again? I've wanted to make love to you for a long time and I don't think I can stop now."
"I don't think so. He'll be home tomorrow. I want you to understand that as far as I'm concerned, we weren't making love. We were just fucking. I only make love with Mark."
"He and I are scheduled to play golf on Saturday morning. If I played sick and got a sub would you do it then?"
"What about Penny?"
"She'll be still at her mother's."
"Maybe. I'll let you know."
"My cock is still hard."
"Don't let it go to waste. Fuck me one more time."
I went and took my luggage from the entryway and moved it out to the garage hiding it behind some cabinets. Then I changed into the old fishing clothes I kept there and slipped out the side door of the garage to my truck. Starting it I turned it around and backed up to my fishing boat next to the garage and moved off toward the lake three miles distant. I slept in the truck that night at the launch ramp. Waking at first light I launched and went fishing. I was still numb from what I'd seen but and hadn't sorted out my feelings yet.
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As the sun gained precedence in the sky I pulled the boat up on its trailer and departed the lake for home. After parking the boat and trailer by the garage again I went into the garage through the side door again and was surprised to see Lois' car still sitting there. She was usually at work by this time. I changed clothes again taking slacks and a shirt from my luggage and then went into the kitchen.
She was sitting at the kitchen table looking at me without expression. It looked like she's been crying. I went in and sat down opposite her.
"I thought something was funny when I saw the empty glass on the counter top in the kitchen. When I saw your boat gone, I knew."
"Why?" I asked without other preliminaries.
She suddenly began to sob.
"I don't know."
"Do you love him? I love you and want you to be happy so if you love him I'll give you a divorce and let you go. However, I will not be a cuckold while you have an affair with him
"No no no. I don't love him. It was just sex. I love you."
"Do you want a divorce?"
"Oh god, no, no, no!"