[This is fiction. This is a revised story. I made some mistakes in the original and corrected them here. In this story there is vanilla sex, kinky sex, butt plugs, oral sex, pain, cheating and pay-back. This is not a stroke story. There is no affection expressed in this story. No animals or people were actually harmed in the creation of this story. Your comments are welcome.]
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Are all men dense? I almost hope we all are. That way I can blame my being blind on my maleness. With the evidence of a divorce rate of over fifty percent there could be something about being male that contributes to that.
Three years ago I married a beautiful woman named Allison. We had dated and been good members of our Church for three years before we got married. We belong to a conservative Christian church in the middle of America that we both joined when we moved here after college.
In the three years since we married we have had a wonder life together. We spent our first married Christmas with Allison's family in Denver. Her parents have a travel agency there and her sister manages it. Her sister got married the same summer we did. Her husband works for Delta airlines. He seems a nice enough guy but for some reason we don't click and have never actually become friends.
After that first Christmas Allison started driving to Denver about once a month to hang out with her sister. They went to movies, out to dinner, shopping and she told me all about their good times when she got home. The other benefit to me of her trips was that as soon as she got home we went to bed. I looked forward to her passion in the bedroom after each trip.
After six of seven or these drives Matt gave her a pass for the commuter flight from near our home to Denver. Matt is Allison's sister's husband. Allison's sister is Megan. From then on the trip was a half hour drive to the airport followed by an hour in the plane. She got to spend more time in Denver and decrease the wear and tear on her car. The benefit to me was that she wasn't as tired when she got back and we played in the bedroom more.
In February of last year Allison flew to Denver on a Friday evening. A big storm hit on Sunday afternoon and the small flights were cancelled for two days. Allison got back on Wednesday. She was upset and grumpy for two days after she got back. By Saturday the weather had cleared, we saw the sun and she was mostly back to normal. I noticed something was off but I didn't know what. When I asked she said something about the storm had put everyone on edge.
In March she didn't go visit her sister. We went with friends to Aspen and stayed, as a group, in a rented condo. We enjoyed the weekend but she wouldn't have sex there "because the others would hear." Back at home we had sex as soon as we were in the house.
In April she started getting phone calls from her sister. Near the end of the month she made the flight and spent the weekend with Megan and Matt. When she returned she was passionate, invited me to play in bed and treated me to dinner out twice that week.
The stories about what movies they saw, where they went and what they did stopped. Something was off. She didn't want to talk about it.
While she was off to Denver in May I got a call from our minister to do some electrical work at the church. Since Allison was gone I said I'd come to the church right after work. The pastor met me at the side door to the church, showed me the problem and I went to work. An hour later I heard the choir start practicing. An hour and a half later I had traced the problem to a faulty wire up in the attic. I crawled up there and was repairing the wire when choir practice ended.
From where I was I had a good view of the choir loft. I watched the choir members gather their things and go down the stairs. The organist had more stuff and so was slower than the choir. Many of the choir members hugged her and bid her good-night. When it was just Mrs. McConnell and Frank Smith in the loft he asked if she needed any help.
She looked over the railing into the pews where the congregation sat on Sundays and said, "You know what I want." Then she lifted her dress above her waist and used the organ bench as a bed. Her legs spread and I saw the only other pussy I had ever seen. Frank unzipped and dropped his pants as he moved closer to Mrs. McConnell. I saw his erection and I saw him slide it into her.
I knew I should look away. I was watching two married people doing each other and they weren't married to each other! I watched for a long time. Frank mauled her breasts through her dress as he slid in and out of her. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she made. I could hear them both quite clearly.
"God, Frank, I need you! I wish Jesse could do me like this!" Jesse was her husband.
"I'm close, Janet."
"In my mouth, Frank. Don't cum in my cunt."
He pulled out of her pussy and they both moved so she could get her mouth around his cock. He held her head and grunted. They held still for almost a minute and then they dressed and went home. After they were gone I finished the repair and climbed down from the attic.
I found the minister in his study next door in his home. I reported the problem repaired and he thanked me. As I drove home I kept thinking about what I had seen and what I should do. They were cheating on their marriages!
Two days later Allison was home and I wanted to play. Watching Frank doing it with Mrs. McConnell had me thinking about sex all weekend. Allison wasn't interested. She was tired. She and Megan had a disagreement while they were shopping and she "certainly wasn't in the mood for sex at the moment."
We went to bed that night with me frustrated. The next night at dinner I asked Allison if I could pose a question. She said yes so I told her what I had seen. I didn't say who I saw but that I did see them do it. I asked what Allison thought I should do.
She sat for a long while not saying anything. When she did speak she didn't look at me.
"Is anyone being hurt by what they're doing?"
"I don't know. When I see them at church everything seems fine."
"Then leave it alone. If you say anything they will be divorced, the kids won't have their parents together, and it will be a big scandal in the church. No, don't say anything."
I reluctantly agreed with what she said and I wanted to do something. I just didn't know what. We went to bed three hours later and Allison opened up to my love making.
In the morning she made French toast for us even though it was a work day. At the door we kissed and went off to our jobs.
That Sunday at Church Mr. McConnell came and sat next to us. Mrs. McConnell was sitting up at the organ. When the service was over Allison said she had to use the restroom. We agreed to meet at the car. Mr. McConnell and I had a brief conversation about the sermon and then went our different ways.
On Monday he called me at work. He asked if we could meet for lunch, he had something he wanted to ask me.
We met. When our food arrived he said, "I think my wife is cheating on me."
"You don't think she's cheating with me, do you?"
"No. I don't know who, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that she has decided it's Ok to let someone else into her body. If you found out your wife was doing it with someone else what would you do?"
"I'll need to think about that. I've never considered that as a possibility."
I sat quietly considering.
"She made an agreement with me, before we got married. I won't put my penis in anyone but her and she won't open herself to anyone but me. If either of us breaks the agreement, the relationship is over. If you know she is having sex with someone, the marriage is over. If you just think she is, then you need proof."
"That's what I wanted to hear. It agrees with what I think and since I know how straight a shooter you are I'm sure it's the right thing to do."
"What about the man?"
"I want him ruined." His voice was suddenly cold and full of venom.
"How?"
"That may depend on who it is."
We finished our lunches in silence. As we left the restaurant he asked that I not say anything to anyone. I agreed.
When I got home that night I completed a business deal with a computer telephone company. We had been spending almost a hundred dollars a month in long distance fees and the new company promised that local and long distance would all be for less than thirty-five dollars a month. They also put our voice mail on the computer so we got unlimited messages as well. Somehow I turned on the voice mail to Allison's e-mail address but an "all-call" feature to my address.
When Allison came home I showed her how the voice mail worked and she liked that all the voice mail went to her computer. We watched a movie after dinner and when we went to bed Allison was receptive.
I thought about Mr. McConnell a lot. I thought about what he had asked, too. What would I do?
When I got home that evening I turned on my computer and saw that I had extra e-mails marked with the logo of the new phone company. I discovered that every call made from or to our phone was recorded. Allison was making calls from work, but so they wouldn't show on the company phone bill, she had them done from our number.
The first call was to her friend Carole and it was about planning a party for another friend who had announced she was pregnant. I deleted it.
The second call got my attention. Matt answered. He said, "We need to make this call short. Can you come next weekend?"
"Yes."
"Good. The three of us will go to Vail. I have booked a cabin for the three of us. One big king sized bed!"
"Have Megan bring my Teddies and things, Ok?"
"They are already packed. How are things with Pete?"
"He is Pete. Mr. Vanilla. He has never once fucked in anything but the missionary position. His idea of foreplay is to ask if I want sex."
"I'd like to fill your ass while you eat your sister. Is that too vanilla for you?"
"No! I love it when you fill my ass. Well, until Friday evening. Bye, lover."
I saved the call. I listened twice more. I was shocked, angry, humiliated and I realized I was Mr. McConnell. His question was now my question, "What will I do?"
I transferred the recording to a memory stick and put the stick in a safe place. The phone rang. I picked it up. It was Allison.
