She moaned with each thrust as he grunted. "I bet your husband never gave it to you this good." He struggled to say as he pumped his life blood into her. She moaned deeper as she replied, "We don't have much sex. It.... Ahhhh." She screamed as a massive orgasm ripped through her. He pulled back on her long dark red hair and drove his cock home into her for a final time. They steadied themselves for a moment and she finished. "I don't have urges... " She panted, "But for some reason... You..... ahh" she sighed.
The man stood up and withdrew from her. Cum began to leak out as his limp cock hung free from my wife's pussy. "His loss. You are a great fuck. After four months he still doesn't suspect?" He said almost as if he felt sorry for me. She stood up and fixed herself. First pulling her g-string back into place, then pulling her skirt down. As she fixed her bra and top she let out a deep breath. "No and he won't. I love him too much to hurt him this bad. It isn't his fault I am not sexually interested. Like I said, other than you... I have never been." He began to dress and laughed. "Well, I get to fuck my boss, I don't have to worry about a jealous husband, and you get what you want. I don't see why we would mess with a good thing."
She chuckled. "Trey, get back to work. I need you to beat goal this month so we get bonused. Ryan deserves a nice vacation." Trey.. The guy's name was Trey. I put my phone back into my pocket. "Sadie, what's he going to do on this "nice" vacation? You two don't fuck. What does he do anyways?" My wife shook her head and rolled her eyes. "We have sex, just not often. I just don't have urges like I do with you, I'm not celibate." She started, "And he is one of the best forensic engineers in the US. He is actually getting back into town this afternoon, so I need to go. He is going to be home in an hour or so and I would like to be there... SO I obviously need to clean up first."
I had snuck into the building and onto the floor. It wasn't hard to do if you knew how to get in. I slowly turned around and found the back exit out of the building and descended the stairs. I crossed the street quickly and found my way back to the parking lot I had left my car. As I slid into the driver seat, I pulled my phone out and queued up the video. I watch it again from start to finish. The second time was even worse. As my stomach rose into my throat, it suddenly bottomed out and I felt sick. Tears began to well up in my eyes and my breathing became labored. I had to get out of here, I didn't need the world to see me fall apart.
As I raced through the streets of downtown, my phone began to ring. Looking at the nav screen, I saw Sadie's name. I quickly sent it to voice mail. My wife was anal retentive and a worrier. She would have known my flight had landed an hour ago. She had probably tracked the flight by notification and flight tracker. She called again and I responded the same. Text messages began to come in in a flurry. I ignored them as I shifted into a higher gear and hit the freeway going 80 mph. As much as I tried, I could not get the picture of my prim and proper wife, my asexual wife, the woman I loved, the woman who swore loyalty to me getting destroyed by a huge cock and loving it. Whats more is, that she said she wanted it.
Our sex life wasn't bad. I made her orgasm, just never like that. The 9 inch monster dong that was stretching her to new limits made my 7 inch cock look tiny. The picture of her perfect tits swaying back and forth, her legs spread wide, and her scream of pleasure.... It was almost too much. I had passed the city in a matter of what seemed minutes but in reality was 30. Looking down I was traveling at 130 mph. I slowly let off the gas and let the car coast down to a reasonable speed.
Pulling off the road, I exited into a vacant shopping center and began to cry uncontrollably. Reaching for my phone I flipped the video back on and watched it again and again, noticing new details. The first time it was that she was not wearing her wedding ring, the second time it was that she was wearing lingerie that I had bought her for what was suppose to be a special night, that wasn't, then finally it was how much she smiled and enjoyed getting fucked. She enjoyed and wanted it.
When Sadie had told me when we started dating she was asexual, I had done my research. Sex wasn't a thing for her. Not that they didn't get aroused or enjoy it, she just really didn't need it or want it. Honestly, I didn't understand it, I just knew I was so blindly in love with her that it didn't matter. We had fought through hard times. I had urges, I had the need to feel like a man and please my wife. It had taken a lot of counseling to get to the point where I understood sex didn't have to play into that. Then there was the ovarian cancer when she was 28 that had killed our chances of her bearing my children. That had been a hard blow to both of us, but we made it through it. We had also fought a dead bedroom situation for 2 years. The therapist helped her see that while she didn't have needs, it did not mean I did not. After that, the special occasion, every three week rule was born and kept us strong. To the outside world we were perfect. To me..... We were too. But that dream had been shattered, or should I say pounded into oblivion by Trey.
I tried to compose myself. Looking down at the clock, it was now 5pm. I had been sitting here for over an hour apparently trying to make sense of what had happened. I steadied myself as I read through her text messages. Apparently she had looked up my location through Mercedes' tracking program. The pointless caring text messages, subtle hints at what she might do to me, the x's and o's, the pleading for me to answer the phone, and finally, the text that hit a second ago, the one saying she was going to come check on me. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "Hey." I said as I struggled to keep a level. I listened as she frantically tried to get out words, first berating me about not answering or returning texts, then worry that something had happened, and then finally asking, "Why are you 20 miles out side of town?" I bit my lip. There were so many answers. I could text her the video. Play it for her over the phone, or do what I did. Lie. "Sade.. the car is new. I haven't got to really drive it because of work. I might have been going a bit too fast and not paying attention to the phone or who was calling. Sorry. I have been sitting here reading the manual and I lost track of time. You know how I get with technical stuff." Part of it wasn't a lie. She informed me that my surprise fuck session was off tonight. I guess I gave her a out for that, or it was a safe bet it would not have happened. "Well, just get home. I miss you. We haven't seen each other in 10 days." She pleaded. I told her I would be home shortly and hung up the phone.
Letting my head fall back into the head rest, I bounced it off the surface a couple of times with my eyes clinched shut, trying to either forget what I had seen and now known or cause myself an injury that would prevent me from moving. Neither happened thanks in part to the stupid Germans and their engineering. I shifted the car into gear and began my journey home to my cheating wife. A myriad of thoughts run through your head when you have nothing but time to think. How long? Why? Well I guess she did answer why. Was he cheating on someone? If I had seen it, had someone else? Was there more proof? These are all questions I asked myself as I started to formulate my plan.
First, I would have to swallow the growing disgust and hatred that was mixing with the pain and heart break. Second I would have to activate the monitoring software on her phone. It was there because we had used it once to help determine if something was happening in our house when we were gone. I had developed the software as part of my job. It was a lot easier to leave a phone in questionable places than a person or high dollar equipment. Plus side, she would not know it as running unless she specifically went looking for it. I would have full access. Second, I would have to do some research on Trey. After that... I guess we would have to play it by ear.
Twenty minutes later I pulled into our driveway. We lived in a nice area. Sadie was the VP of sales for a tech company and I owed my own consulting firm. I got out of the car and got my things. Bile rose in my throat as my not so innocent wife opened the door in a tank top and short shorts with her hair pulled back. She had obviously just gotten out of the shower. "I thought I would wash the day off before you got home." She announced as I gave her a fake look of surprise at her casual appearance. Something you should know about Sadie. She is always dressed impressively, usually trendy. "Sounds nice." I answered as I pulled my suit case out of the trunk, "I hope you saved some hot water."
She shook her head. "We could have shared if you would have just come home." The pain in my stomach shot into my heart. I grimaced and answered, "Sorry. You know how I get." She smiled and motioned me inside. As I entered the entryway, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tight. I was not a short man. I was 6' even, weighted about 180 pounds. I ran, I was in shape. I mean, I wasn't jacked like Trey, but my job required me to get into tight spaces and his didn't. Well, I take that back, he got into one tight space. Sadie was 5'10''. I liked that she was almost as tall as me. Taller in heels. "Hey." I strained as I pushed her back to separate her. "Why are you pushing me away?" she asked defensively.
If I was weaker, I would have just cued my phone up and let her have it. I was just a bit stronger at that moment. I wanted to see her phone. "I need to shower, unless you want to smell airplane and airport." She laughed and took a step back. "Fair enough, but I expect to be wrapped in your arms later when we watch TV." She demanded. I nodded and headed back to the bedroom.
Shutting the door behind me, I began to strip off my clothes. As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, I found her phone. Unlocked. I shook my head and quickly moved to the settings and clicked the slide to activate the program. Backing out of the menus, I heard the door open.
"Sade." I yelled. As I turned on the water, "You left your phone on the tank of the toilet again. Baby, if that thing drops in there." As I turned, with phone in hand, my wife stood behind me naked as the day she was born.
Her body was as perfect as they got in my opinion. 34c breasts, tiny waist, slim hips. Her nipples pointed a bit skyward and she had red areolas. Her nipples were small bumps. Even when they were fully erect they barely protruded. She was shaved down below except for a small landing strip. She was toned and in shape. Crossfit.
"I know I said you were not going to have a surprise.. and you're not. But... I thought maybe I could help wash the day off of you." She said as she got closer. This is the point at which my dick and my head started arguing. Dick said it was time to stand up to her. Head said, yeah, no, remember the video. They compromised and my cock only got slightly hard. Sadie looked down at me and looked concerned. "I don't typically get that reaction." She said taking a step back and trying to gather herself, "Is something wrong."
I wasn't ready to confront her. I wanted to have my info first. "Long day and I had some stuff I had to deal with. Plus, I need to work later tonight. Finish up an investigation." I interjected, "Sorry. Why don't we get in the shower, get some dinner, watch TV and cuddle, then when you go to bed, I'll finish up." Sadie looked at me with some reservation and spoke. "Why don't I just start supper. Shower and come see me." She said with a devastated look on her face.
The rest of the night was quiet. I tried the best I could to keep up an appearance, but it wasn't working. She knew something was off. At 9, she finally got up to go down the hall to go to bed. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "I don't know what it is, but you get a pass tonight. Tomorrow you are going to tell me first thing. Promise." I nodded my head. I am not sure she wanted to keep that.
When I was certain she was in bed, I walked into my office and turned on my computer. The beauty of the program is it copies everything and sends it off line. For the next five hours I combed through texts and emails. My heart dropped and my stomach knotted again and again. The affair had been going on for the better part of four months. There were pictures of each of them naked. Video of Sadie's pussy full of his cock pumping in and out of it as she begged for more and more. Then there was the last one.
It looked like it had been shot with Apple movie. Sadie had come into a hotel room, and based on the date, it was on a business trip she told me she had to go to last month. "Trey, I think we are in the clear." She said with a huge smile, "My husband bought it. I told him that those bites on my thighs were a heat rash." She snickered. "God, he would kill us if he knew." Trey put the phone on the table propped up so he could film the room, specifically the bed. "Sadie, look. Are you sure you want to keep doing this? My girlfriend is cool with it, it's the lifestyle we live. But if you get caught..." He started.
Sadie was wearing a wrap dress. She gave him a slight devious smile and stopped him. As she began to slowly pull the wrap apart, she spoke. "I love my husband. More than anything in the world. Life itself. But I have never felt this." She said as the dress came open. It was almost instantiations, Trey attacked and devoured her neck, and moved to her perky tits. He tore his shirt off and threw it across the room. Sadie meanwhile was working his pants, getting them undone. As she did, she yanked on the waist band and they fell. Trey was commando.
He towered my wife at 6'4'' and had to be every bit of 220 lbs. My mouth opened slightly as his 9 maybe 10 inch cock jumped to life. My wife giggled a little as Trey nibbled at her nipples. Sadie suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him up. Kissing him deeply, she quickly broke the kiss and pushed him back. It was at that point I saw my wife do something she had never done. She dropped to her knees and inhaled his cock.
I thought it would be hard for her to get something like that down, but apparently she had practiced. She moved up and down it with ease, taking all of it into her mouth. Bile hung in my throat. The one time I had even got her close to sucking my cock, she did not even get my head in her mouth before jumping up and refusing to continue. That night had ended in a cold shower for me. This one however, did not for Trey. As she began to pick up pace. He grabbed her hair and began to violently thrust his pelvis into her. He was fucking her face. It didn't seem to matter to Sadie. She took it like a champ. I could see his clean shaven cock slamming in and out of her mouth, her lips creating such a suction, they moved back and forth with his shaft. A second later, he tensed and Sadie buried her nose into his mid-section. I watched as she swallowed the load that he unloaded into her. Slowly, she pulled back and stood up. Opening her mouth she looked at the camera. Nothing. "Told you. Now you have to fuck me like I want."
Trey did not hesitate. He threw her on the bed and pulled her legs above his shoulders. His cock had already started to harden again. As he pressed the semi-limp cock into my wife, she squealed, "Now give it to me like the little slut I am."
My wife had been a gymnast in another life, a cheerleader in high school. We had met in college and she use to show me how she could contort her body. As I watched Trey bend her legs back to almost her ears, I saw that large, fat cock begin to widen my wife's hole. For the next six minutes I watched as he destroyed the pussy that only my cock had entered. I hung my head for a second and tears started to fall down my face. It dawned on me. I had not had made love or had sex with my wife in any fashion since this affair had started. There had been opportunities, reasoning, but she had shut them down. This was why.
At the ten minute mark, my wife finished what seemed to be two minutes worth of orgasming. Trey slowly pulled out of her, huffing and puffing and stood over her looking at his work. He walked back to the phone and filmed his cock, full of my wife's cream and his cum. As he inspected Sadie, he got a close up of the torrent of cum escaping the swollen pussy lips. "So you don't orgasm with your husband?" he asked innocently. Oddly enough, it was the same tone he had before. Almost as if he felt guilty or sorry that this was happening to me. Sadie looked up at him with a sober look. A tear had formed at the corner of her eye. She shook her head. "Trey, other than you, I have no sexual desire for anything or anyone. I am asexual. We have sex, but I have never orgasmed. I fake it."
Trey sighed deeply. "Sadie, if you love him, why are you doing this?" I didn't know if I liked this guy or wanted to kill him at this point. She shook her head and forced a smile. "Do not ever question my love for my husband. I would die with out him. He got me through the worst moment of my life. He held me together when all hope was lost. Even the thought of a day with out him makes me want to kill myself because I couldn't bear that pain. I am doing this because I need it. My body wants and craves it. But Ryan... I couldn't explain it to him. How do you tell the only thing in your life that matters, the only thing you love more than yourself, that yeah, you love him, but he is like everyone else in the fact that noting sexual triggers you. You are the only thing that has ever done that. He is my life, you are a fuck."
Trey nodded, or what I assume was a nod. We were into the Q&A session. "Why does Janie let you do this?" Sadie asked. Trey chuckled. "We are polyamous. We believe in multiple loves. You are a FWB, and nothing serious, so she isn't worried. I just want to make this ethical. It is against our code per say." "Last question, then we can get back to fucking." Trey announced, "Will you give this up to save your marriage if it comes down to it?" Sadie bit her lip and terror fell across her face. She gulped a little and sat up. "Well, you just killed activities for the rest of the night." She spat. "I told you how I felt about Ryan. I would give up everything."
I turned it off and slumped back in my chair. I began to sob quietly. My wife loved me more than life itself. But she was fucking her employee behind my back. She was my life, but I did nothing for her sexually. I tried to calm myself down. I had to figure out if I was going to leave or stay. What type of life I would have after this. I couldn't trust her. Luckily for me, my answer arrived in the form of a text.
"Ryan. You don't know me, but I know of you. My boyfriend is fucking your wife. While it isn't a big issue for due to, lets say, lifestyle, we both talked about it, and because he doesn't have a fucking back bone, I had to tell you. Have no doubt she loves you. But you need to know. - Janie."
The next morning I sat at the kitchen table with bloodshot eyes. It was Saturday morning. Sadie had snuck out early for her morning run and would be back in a few minutes. I sat in the chair looking at my phone. I had put the video I shot on a drive and had the TV cued up so I just had to turn it on. The text message was going to be read before and I would play the video if she denied it.
As Sadie came bounding into the kitchen she saw the look on my face. "So you ready to tell me what is going on?" She had dawned a serious expression. Sitting down next to me, I clinched my teeth and willed myself forward. "I got a text from Janie and Trey last night." I said finally, "Were you going to tell me?" She looked at me with a confused expression. "My employee texted you? Tell you what?"
I stood up and took a step back. "Really?" I yelled at her, "you are going to play it that way?" She looked back at me sternly, "Do not yell at me!" she scolded.
Rage built up inside me. Calmly, I picked up the remote and hit play. The TV jumped to life and the scene of my wife taking a cock from behind hit the screen. "Then try not fucking around on me." I said softly. Fear and worry hit her face almost immediately. "I have seen the others also." I said holding back tears, "Heard the "interviews."" She began to try to turn the TV off, clawing at the console. Finally, she yanked the cord from the wall. "I can explain." She pleaded, desperate to make me listen.
"Sit." I ordered, "and shut up." She did as told, trying to suppress the tears and fear. "I don't know what to do." I finally said after a few minutes. She began to sob. "I can't trust you. You lied to me. You cheated on me." She began to say something but I cut her off. "I have had more chances than I can count to cheat on you. More reason. And I walked away. I came back to you. I get you are sexually attracted to him. I do. But to act on it? I don't even know what to say. I have never done anything like this to you. I continually am reminded of how you don't find me desirable in that way. Daily. You use it as a threat, an incentive - and you rarely follow through on that. Usually you find a way not to do it. I want you to think of that."
I stood there as Sadie cried uncontrollably for the next five minutes. Finally she calmed herself down enough to talk. "I am sorry. I won't ever do it again. I don't want to lose you." She begged between gasps of air. Shaking my head I pursed my lips. I wanted to scream at her, but it wouldn't have any effect on her. "I think it is best if we take a step back. I am going to pack some things and go to the ranch. You can stay here. Call the therapist and we will start that again. But until I feel like I can trust you, or that you aren't lying, I am not coming home. I texted Janie back and thanked her. She told me she would make sure Trey stopped."
I packed and stood at the door. Sadie has begged me to change my mind all day, but was for nothing. I opened the door and turned to her. She was the love of my life, and I did still love her. I just couldn't be around her right now. "come here." I said softly as I opened my arms. She flew into my arms. I closed them around her and pulled her in tight. "I love you. I don't know that I can't. I just can't be here right now." I spoke, "Its going to be a long road, and if you are willing, we can fight it together, but things are going to be different. Much different." She began to cry again and I lifted her chin up to me.
I kissed her lips and fought her as I pulled away. By the time I got to the ranch I had missed 40 calls from her. I had 30 text messages. Times, dates, and topics to discuss with the therapist. She had also emailed a proposal about seeing each other and spending time together. Falling into the couch at the ranch house, tossed my phone aside and closed my eyes. The next part was going to be the real test.
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