I think I always knew something was up with Kat, it was the extra gym classes in the evening that started it; I tried to push it out of my mind because we were still having sex regularly. The way I saw it was that if she was cheating on me then we wouldn't be fucking every other day. The sex was as good as ever, but it was that text message on her work phone that was the final straw. That's what led us here.
I approached the bar and caught the attention of the barman.
'Large whisky on the rocks please.'
He nodded, I took a seat and glanced at my watch, 6.30pm. I didn't bother removing my coat; I'll finish my drink, head straight home and without any traffic I'll be there before 7.30. The barman placed my glass down and smiled.
'Thanks.' I responded.
I sipped my whisky; the familiar warmth filled my mouth and washed down my chest as I swallowed. Just the one drink to calm the nerves, I still had to drive and keep my wits for when I got home, I didn't know what to expect and I didn't know what I was going to do once I got there. All I knew was that she told him to get there for 7pm.
Going back to last week it was his response that I saw at the top of her screen when she left the room, 'can't wait x', it read. It was on her work phone and I thought it strange for a work contact to respond with a kiss, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the messages.
It went back for months, before I even started noticing a change in her behavior; the whole chat was just short messages to and from this person. One of them would suggest a time, 'tomorrow 8pm?' Then the other would respond, 'yes yours' or 'no, mine Weds, 7pm?' She had been meeting and fucking this guy at his place and in our own home for nearly half a year.
With a quick scan through the conversation I saw that most of the evenings when she was supposed to be at the gym she was meeting him instead and now that I was going into the office more frequently, rather than working from home, she was fucking him in the day as well.
It was funny, I had literally just told her that the following Thursday I'm going to have a client presentation and would be staying in the city overnight. Within half an hour she had messaged him 'next Thurs, 7pm, he's out all night.'
'Can't wait x.'
A week later and I finished my meeting early and decided to travel home instead to catch them in the act. I drained my glass and the ice rattled as I placed it down, I paid the barman and left. I could have done with another but I needed to keep sharp, stepping out onto the street I approached my car and checked the time again, 6.45.
'I think I'm going to be early.' I muttered to myself as I started the engine. I was right, it was barely 7.15 as I pulled onto the end of my road, I had decided to park around the back of the house and enter through the kitchen. The back door was quieter and further from the two places they would probably be, our bedroom or the living room.
My stomach was doing summersaults and adrenaline was surging through me, I breathed to calm myself but I couldn't help my mind wandering about who could be in my home, with my wife, in my bed. Was it a fat, rich client my wife worked with, sweating over her as they fucked? Was it a young, ripped guy she met at the gym, vigorously pounding her bent over the sofa? The twitch in my stomach was getting the better of me and I couldn't wait any longer, I jumped out the car and approached the house.
I had unlatched the back gate before leaving for work in the morning so was able to slip into the garden without any hassle, I padded up the grass towards the kitchen door, there were no lights on downstairs but I could see a faint glow upstairs. I slipped my key into the door and gently twisted, the faint click let me know it was unlocked and I turned the handle and entered. I laughed to myself; I was sneaking into my own home like a thief when in reality I was the one being wronged.
Closing the door I stopped to listen to the house, the faint murmur of music reached my ears. Oh that's nice, I thought, they've got some tunes on to set the mood. I slipped off my shoes and jacket and gently placed my keys on the kitchen counter, I knew the house well and avoided the creaky boards up the stairs and across the landing and as I approached our bedroom I stopped to listen again.
'Ohhh yes.' A soft moan travelled towards me, I knew Kat's voice a mile off and whatever he was doing to her she was really enjoying. I took a steadying breath and approached the door, it was open a crack and a slit of light beamed onto the landing. I stopped to peer in, the door opened to the foot of the bed so I could get a good view of the action before they saw me but to my disappointment I could only see Kat. She was lying back with her dark hair sprawled across our silk pillows, one hand resting next to her and the other down to her exposed breasts gently circling her brown nipple.
Under the sheets between her legs was the man she had been fucking for the last six months, I tried to get a look around the room but couldn't see any of his clothes and none of his body was poking out of the covers. I was about to barge in but something made me stop, my cock was twitching in my trousers. I had never had a fetish for voyeurism or cuckoldry but watching from the outside while another man pleasured my wife was exciting me a little.
I justified it to myself to wait and see whom it was before I started to beat the shit out of him, I could analyse the situation and then enter. I watched my wife breathe unsteadily, damn she was beautiful, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was slightly agape. She had her eyes closed and her brow furrowed as she was riding the wave of pleasure she was receiving.
She bit her lip, smiled and giggled with pleasure, his mouth was certainly hitting the spot, her moans and breathing was turning me on and before I knew it I was at full mast. I was so hard it was uncomfortable, my cock strained against my trousers, I had to do something. Slowly I unzipped and reached inside, careful not to make a noise I released my throbbing cock and felt the pressure subside slightly.
Then I did something that I never though I would, I began to stroke myself, there was no denying it, watching my wife take pleasure from another man was making me horny. I rubbed my shaft slowly being careful not to get too excited, I didn't want to have to clean up before barging in. Kat was building to a climax, I could tell from her body movements and once she was there that was my opening to interrupt and catch them at their most vulnerable, until then I played with my veiny cock. She started to convulse and her breathing became ragged until she moaned in pleasure.
'Ohhhhhhhh yesssss!' Kat arched her back and grabbed her juicy tits in both hands, biting her lip she threw her head back and hummed in pleasure. She took a moment to compose herself and I waited for the man under the sheets to be revealed. The anticipation of the upcoming confrontation directed my blood flow to other areas and my cock softened, I slipped it back inside my trousers and zipped up. Kat used her hands to push the hair off her face and sat up on her elbows and then three things happened very quickly that totally took me off guard