My wife and I were having an afternoon quickie when I noticed it.

Before this, she had always worn her long, brown hair up. The last few days, however, she began to wear it down. When I asked her why the sudden change from her trademark look, she played it off as just wanting something new, and she was "tired of the Sarah Palin comments". And that sounded reasonable. I like it down, anyway. It's thick and shiny and sexy.

But anyway, both of us came home from work early for reasons that are unimportant. The kids were not home from school yet but would be in about twenty minutes, so there I was, merrily pumping away doggystyle on her. My hands were exploring her--stroking her hourglass waist, cupping her breasts, playing with her hair.

And there it was.

A bite on her neck.

As my cock slid in back and forth in her pussy, I was also trying to figure out if I put it there. It looked fairly new, but I was certain I didn't bite it. And putting two and two together pretty quickly, I also realized it would be completely hidden by her hair if it were down.

She was fucking around.

Now, I am not one to wear my heart (or anything else) on my sleeve, and keeping my cool is not a problem, having learned long ago that keeping your cool buys you the time to get more evidence and choose the moment to loose your cool. And I am just twisted enough to be turned on by it a little--here I am fucking someone with a dirty little secret I am not supposed to find out. Makes her mysterious, in addition to being a cheating little bitch.

I felt my balls tighten, and that feeling right before I cum. She sensed it, too, and be both began to cum together. After the involuntary spasms, I began squeezing out the last drops into her--thanks to Dr Kegel--and pulled out. She gave me a lying loving look and a lying kiss and headed to the bathroom. I got dressed.

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While she was in the shower, I helped myself to her cell. Of course, it was password protected, and of course, I guessed it correctly (it was the same as her check card PIN, which she unwisely uses everywhere because she doesn't want a lot of PINs and passwords to keep up with.

Menu...Messages...damn, she had 153 text messages in her Inbox. Some from the kids, two from her mother, the rest from him. I assume he's a him, anyway. Flirty stuff, but not a lot of detail aside from confirming the where and when of their trysts. Why didn't she delete this stuff?

The water in the shower turned off and I knew I had about ten minutes for her to dress and blow dry her hair, which she always did in front of the bathroom mirror. I quickly read the last several messages (I'd read all of them later) and discovered the next meeting would be tomorrow, her day off. I was already formulating a plan as I exited her messages and put the keyboard lock back on and put her cell back...

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I already new I wasn't going to work the next day, but I would have to appear to. As luck would have it, our son caught the school bus, but our daughter and her fabulous takes-twenty-minutes-to-fix-it hair missed the bus. Their school is in the opposite direction from my job, so my wife took her. This handed me the opportunity to leave the house, park a few blocks over, walk home and let myself into our empty house and wait for my wife to return.

The plan at this point was to hide and listen, and try to figure out where they were going. And what exactly to do when I caught them, if this was the day I did. Later on, I looked back on this and thought about the joke about the dog chasing the car. Just what exactly is he going to do with it if he catches it? I was that dog. I was only thinking about the chase, not the catch.

My wife has always had this annoying habit of not completely shutting doors--bedroom, closet, bathroom, whatever. They are always open just a crack. Our bedroom is near the front door of the house, and I decided to leave our bedroom door wide open, which it already was, and wait in the bedroom closet and be as quiet as a church mouse. I could not see outside the bedroom through the cracked-slightly-open-as-always closet door, but I was confident I could hear everything in the front end of the house, at least. As she pulled into the drive way, I watched her out the bedroom window. She was on her cell, and I thought damn. That was probably what I wanted to hear, and I was missing it. I slipped into my hiding place. The front door opened.

"Hey, it's me," she was saying into the phone. "Why aren't you answering? Anyway, I'm back at the house and he's at work. Give me a call."

She came into the bedroom and went straight to the closet I assume to change clothes. Shit! But there was a heavy knock at the front door just when she was about to grab the knob. She went straight to answer it.

There was muffled talking that I could not understand much of. "Why didn't you call back?" I heard, but I didn't hear the answer, except it was indeed a man's voice.

Then there was some bumping, and I thought What the fuck? Then they burst right into our bedroom! And landed on the bed!

I did not recognize him. His name was Bobbie, I caught that. He was taller and younger than me, and didn't really look like the type she would go for. But he already had her sweater off her: she was on her back on our bed, he was kissing her and squeezing a tit in its cup on her bra, while she was expertly unbuttoning his shirt without breaking their lip lock.

Yes, this was pissing me off, but I was even more turned on by it. It was, I don't know, like a real life porno. I wanted to beat the shit out of both of them but at the same time, my dick was at full staff! Weird...

He pulled off her jeans and began to eat her pussy. I wondered if any of my cum was still there from yesterday. I hoped so, the bastard. But it was so hot hearing her moan and begin to cum.

After she came she popped her bra off. "You know what I want," she informed him. Apparently he didn't.

"What's that?"

"I want you in my mouth," she announced.

He pulled off his clothes and knelt beside her on the bed. From the closet, I could only see his ass but I knew she was sucking his dick. From what I'd seen so far, his was about as big as mine. That was a relief. I guess I was expecting him to have some monster cock or something.

I can't explain how much I was hating and enjoying this at the same time. But I was.

Finally I got a better view when he pulled out of her mouth and straddled her chest. Holy shit! I thought. He was titfucking her!

She pushed her tits together and would lick the head of his cock when he thrusted. One thrust he pushed forward and held it there, and she sucked on it, working the underside with her tongue. He gasped.

"Get on your back," she told him. That surprised me. She never told me what to do, even little things like that, and I had expressed to her many times I would take any orders she had. I wanted her to take the lead, and she never would. Not with me, anyway.

When he was on her back she began to give him head. And as outraged as I was that they would be doing this in my bed, I was also so turned on I wanted to come up behind her and join in. Finally she got on him cowgirl style.

I love watching her tits bounce, even when it's on this Bobbie guy.

Then I got an idea. This would be fun.

There was a baseball bat in the closet. Cliche, sure, but there it was. But this isn't going where you might think. I'm not a violent person, not really, but I...well, head games are appropriate at this point. I think, anyway. I grabbed the ballbat and stepped out of the closet and instant shut and stoff by the door.

"Holy shit!" she screamed. "Mark!"

I ignored her. "Having a good time, Bobbie?" I asked, calmly and a hint of sarcasm.

"Dude--fuck, no--hey--" He scrambled to get up. I swung the bat and his the bedroom door, leaving a large ding in it.

"Stay right where you're at, Bobbie. Hey, be cool, man, be cool." I was trying to be like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. "Sorry to interrupt. Want to finish up first?"

"Mark, please, listen--"

"Diane, it's cool. Very entertaining."

"Sir, I am so sorry, I--"

"'Sir', Bobbie?" I mocked. "As in, 'Sorry, sir, was that your wife I just had my dick in'?"

"Please--" he said, getting up. I hit the door again and he froze.

"Your ass ain't going nowhere." I never use "ain't" and double negatives, but being Sam Jackson was actually fun and very effictively intimidating. Diane said not a word. "Finish."

"What?!?" he said.

I was really tempted to go all Pulp Fiction here and say something like "Say 'what' one goddam mo' time, muthafucka!" but I resisted the temptation.

"I said finish. Fuck her. Cum in her. I want to see."

Diane pleaded, "Please, Mark, this is crazy, I--"

"Shut your fucking dick sucker, Diane! Or open it and suck Bobbie-boy's dick! You'd like your dick sucked, wouldn't you, Bob?"

No answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said. "Suck it."

She was going to say something...and then didn't. She got back on the bed and started licking and sucking him.

"Lick his balls, too," I told her. He had the most scared shitless look on his face I had ever seen anybody have. "What's the matter there, Bobbie? Can't even get a hard on? Performance anxiety?" No answer. "Not in the mood?" He had to think I was nuts. I guess I was! "You sure seemed in the mood a few minutes ago..."

I'd had enough already.

"Get your keys and get the fuck out of here," I told him. He reached for his clothes. "Huh-uh. Leave 'em. Just be damned glad I didn't beat you to a pulp."

He grabbed his keys and ran naked out of the house. We heard a car start and speed away.

"Mark, I don't know what--"

"Suck me. You fucking whore. Suck me like you suck him." And she did.

It might have been the last blowjob I ever got from her, but it was the best.

 

lol that wasn't that bad. thought it was gonna end differently though.

 

Thanks for the comment. How would you have ended it?

 

well for me i caught the thought that there was gonna be some twisted threesome at the end. but the ending was good. keep more stories coming.

 

I had considered a threesome but I wanted to keep it realistic from the wife's perspective. The main character, the guy telling the story, is a little bent, but it's hard for me to accept any real life woman being caught in the act of adultery just going for a threesome--being that "adultery" and "threesome with your husband" are such different states of mind. The point of what I write is to make the reader wonder if I am relating a true story, while at the same time thinking this is too good to be true, it's just pushing the limits of believability.

But seriously, I had considered having "our hero" fuck her from behind when he was making her blow her lover, and having him make idle conversation with the lover at the same time, just to fuck with him.

 

very interesting way of thinking about it. i seriously look forward to other writings that you post in the future

 

Really like the Sam Jackson baseball bat thing.....:excited: right up my alley!

 

should have fucked her hard man

 

really gud inspired as cheating

 

OMJew that was amazin but i would have gone for a 3way XP
it was good though

 

I liked it. Cracked up at the Sam Jackson attitude. Keep em cumming!

 

Liked it more please

 

Good stuff-thanks!

 

it is a good story..
thanks...

 

I loved this story in all it's facets. Just like Pulp Fiction, one of my favorites of all time. Great job!

 

Good story...

 

The ending to mine was a bit bloody. But as far as everyone knows, her lover and the bitch I was married to ran off together. I knew all those feral pigs overrunning my ranch would be good for something someday.:excited:

 

If it was me

I would have made him fuck her with the bat. In her ass

 

I would have battered his head in then smashed her box with the bat hardcore

 

Good story, but was it your last blow-job from her!!!!!