My Wife's Secret

Sarah and I had been married for about eight years when I noticed the change in her. We had been stuck in a bit of a rut for some time. We were both working too hard and had little time for each other. We had run out of interesting things to say and had perhaps drifted apart a bit. It's not like we were having any really serious problems I didn't think, just the doldrums you might say. We were still very much together, still had sex regularly but it was more routine and less frequent than before. I figured this was pretty normal in a marriage after a time.

But then she changed. Just little things at first, she would have a smile on her face when she got home and kiss me on the way by when I greeted her. She was making us dinner more often. We had settled into a fend for yourself and meet on the couch in front of the tv routine, rarely cooking a meal for each other. She was just more upbeat and pleasant, if a little distant at times.

I would often see her staring off into space, deep in thought or texting away on her phone and laughing but not sharing the joke. Not that it was my business but it was'nt like her to not share things like that. But then at other times she would be so hot to trot when we went to bed I could hardly believe it! She was hornier than I had seen her in ages and we had some pretty good sex. Whatever on earth had changed with her, I was glad! I decided to try a little harder as well, making us burgers on the grill, bringing her some coffee in the morning while we got ready for work and so forth.

Sarah was, and still is an attractive woman. She is not a super model or anything but most definitely a woman that any man would notice in a room full of people. When she tries to look good with her makeup and clothes she is really gorgeous. She is rather petite, I kind of have a thing for short women even though I'm 6'4", everyone has their thing I guess. I'm just your average Joe, I work construction so my muscles are well defined but I have a bit of a paunch beginning to grow, not too bad but its there and then there is the whole receding hairline thing.

Our relationship seemed to be on the upswing, I was happy for it! One evening we were sitting in the living room watching a show when I heard her snicker. I glanced over to see she was texting one of her friends, probably Joan I thought.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

She looked up quickly and stammered, "Oh...uh.. just something that happened at work today, umm... Joan spilled her latte on this important document and she had to reprint it."

"Oh," I said, "Hilarious." Was she blushing right now?

That was when my suspicions began, like a little spark of an idea that slowly grew inside me as pieces began to line up. I asked myself, could she be messing around with someone? But that was crazy, if she was flirting with someone else why was she being so much nicer to me? And what about her increased bedroom appetite? Was she thinking of someone else while we made love? I had an urgent need to to figure this out and nip it in the bud, I didn't want her to go have a fling with some guy or something! But I immediately felt foolish, Sarah wasn't that of woman! She was content in our marriage and our life, we were just keepin' on keepin' on... Right?

It started to gnaw at me, I watched her closely and after a week or so I just knew there was something more going on than I knew. But I didn't want to confront her, I had no evidence, Just a feeling, an instinct you get when you spend that much time with one person. There are tiny nuances that only you would notice that can add up to some sort of meaning, I'm sure you know what I mean.

She was always on that damned phone. It occurred to me if I could just sneak a peek at the phone to see who she'd been talking to, I'd know know if it was something to worry about without causing a scene. After all it could be innocent and she'd never have to know I spied. I hated to break her trust like that but decided it would be the cleanest way to know the truth and it wasn't like I was going to go reading through all her texts, just see who's there.

It seemed like she always had her phone with her, listening to podcasts in the bathroom while she got ready for work, tapping away on it in the evening, I thought I'd never get my hands on it! But then I got my chance. We had gone out on Saturday to do some grocery shopping and run a few errands. We stooped at a store that sold make up and women's accessories and clothing.

I pulled into a space and she went for the door and said, "Wait here I'll only be a sec."

"Fine by me," I said. "I dont need any lipstick or any thing today," I chuckled. She smiled and hopped out, grabbing her purse.

I watched her walk into the store, "Nice butt," I said to myself. "She must be working out more, she looks great!"

That is when I looked down and noticed she had left her phone. This was my chance! I typed in the password she'd had on every device since we got together and realized only then that she could have changed it by now and I'd never figure that out. But the phone opened, I was in. I hit the message icon and her list of recent contacts appeared. I looked at the most recent, Joan, me, her boss, P.....P? What, or who was P? I scanned for danger coming from the store but it was clear and tapped on P.

There was only one message that said, "Your place? Tomorrow then? Can't wait, heart, heart."

That was it, why was there only one message? She must be deleting them! That doesn't bode well, I thought, and holy shit she's almost back to the car! I returned to the home screen, hit the side button to shut off the screen and threw the phone back on the console just as she opened the door.

She had a little shopping bag with flowers printed on it. She put it in the back seat, slid into the passenger seat and said, "Oh there it is, I forgot my phone I guess." My heart was thundering, my vision was blurred, I was furious. I struggled to keep my face neutral and was failing so I started the engine and jerked the car back almost hitting a person walking behind.

"Jesus!" She cried, "What's gotten into you?"

"S-Sorry," I stammered. "I was getting worked up about something Frank said on the job yesterday," I mumbled, I needed time to think.

I didn't speak on the way home for fear of losing control of this surging anger I felt. When we got to the house I grabbed my share of the bags to carry in, dropped them on the counter and went out the back door. Once back outside I headed around the house in the direction of the park across the street to get my racing thoughts organized in my mind.

"Cheating. She is cheating!" I said out loud to a squirrel who didn't seem to care all that much.

But if that was the case how was she going to have him over to 'her' place tomorrow? Tomorrow was Sunday so I'd be there too? That made no sense. But then then it dawned on me, I had made plans to go fishing Sunday with a work buddy and his brother. So she was planning her little escapade while I was off fishing, in our house! Did I know this guy? I had to find out for sure what was going on.

I cancelled my fishing trip with the guys, feigning a lame excuse about yard work and honey do's and promised to bring all the beer for fishing the following weekend. When Sunday came however, I did gather my fishing gear and pack myself a lunch and cooler of beer and kiss my cheating wife goodbye as I headed out the door that morning. She had made me an egg and cheese burrito and a big 'to go' cup of coffee and handed them to me as I left. The kiss she gave me seemed genuine, it even had a little heat to it. How confusing this was, how can she be so nice and so two faced at the same time?

I headed down the street in my pickup in the direction that would eventually lead to my fishing buddy's place, then went around the block back to the park and found a spot on the opposite side of the park from our house, by the duck pond, and shut off the engine. I didn't really have a plan but figured I would see what was what and proceed from there. If some dude was sweating all over my wife I would definitely confront the bastard. It dawned on me that this day could be the end of my marriage and that I may never again hang out with or enjoy the carnal pleasures with my wife. But that was her choice I reasoned, she's the one cheating...allegedly. I settled in, turned on the radio and ate my burrito and drank my coffee. I could sort of see my house across the park but it was somewhat obscured by foliage and distance, I thought I could probably at least see a vehicle if it pulled up out front.

I waited... I waited a long time. Finally I saw a vehicle, a maroon jeep, park in front of the neighbors yard. I didn't recognize it, hadn't ever seen it. I thought I could see a person exit the jeep and head towards my front door, this was it. After a few minutes I got out of my truck and started across the park. Suddenly I needed to use the bathroom, my stomach was doing flips!

I went into the public restroom in the middle of the park. As I did my business I thought about the strange predicament I was in and how just a week ago I could never have guessed I would be sneaking into my own home to confront my wife and her....lover. I made my resolve, told my stomach to grow a set and marched the rest of the way to my front door. Perhaps they had already seen me coming?

I stepped lightly on the front porch and peered in the front window. Nothing. Slowly I turned the knob and opened the front door and slipped in. There didn't seem to be anyone home, the place was empty. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. No sign of activity of any kind. I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink of water. Maybe I was wrong, I never actually saw that person go to my house, and Sarah could be out for a walk or something. Or maybe this mysterious person had picked her up in a different vehicle altogether and they had gone somewhere else?

I put the glass to my lips for a sip and froze, my blood turning cold as I registered the faint sound of a moan. My wife's moan, drifting down from above. Our bedroom was directly above the kitchen where I now stood frozen, listening. I heard more noises, the rhythmic squeak of a bed being put to the test, the light bang of a headboard perhaps? And was that the faint slapping of skin on skin, was that his balls slapping my wife's ass? The moans grew louder, and I could now hear a lower moan, his growling moan and then what must've been her climax. Loud. And then silence.

I stood there transfixed, in realization and utter disbelief, it was surreal. I willed my body to move, to go to the stairs but it didn't. I just stood there stupidly with my glass of water in my hand. Then I heard footsteps and that did the trick, I nearly dropped the water as I jerked this way and that trying to figure out what to do. Finally I set down the glass and headed for the rear slider. The footsteps were on the stairs, I'd never make it, so I made a hard left turn and stepped into the small pantry there.

What was I doing now, hiding? I should go out there and 'go Rambo' on those two right now! I could hear voices but couldn't make out much. Then I heard the front door open and close and the voices faded out. After I was sure they had both gone I crept out of my cowardly hiding spot and went to the front window. The jeep was gone.

I went to the stairs and climbed them and walked to the room I had shared with my wife for the better part of a decade and went in. The bed was messed up slightly, but obviously the action had happened on top of the made covers. I noticed the flower print bag my wife had gotten at the women's apparel store the day before sitting on the corner of the bed and a discarded pair of lacy crotchless panties. My cheeks burned as I realized she had bought those for him right under my nose. Then I saw the wet spot on the bed. The wet spot left by my wife, her juices leaking from her cunt as this man thrust his cock in and out of her.

I waited for the rage to settle in. But what happened instead was that my cock had become rock hard, almost painfully so. In a dreamlike fog I released my dick from my shorts and began to pump it furiously with my fist, staring at the wet spot on the bed. I pictured my wife writhing around in ecstasy, back arched, as this stranger trespassed with his cock in her pussy. I came like a herd of wildabeasts stampeding in the Serengeti. Huge blasts of cum shot out of my cock onto the bed, onto Sarah's wet stain. I almost passed out from the stimulus overload. Confusion flooded in, what in the hell was this all about? I stumbled down the stairs, out the front door and back through the park to my truck. I must've looked like a drunkard to any passers by.

Once I had my senses back I started the engine and began to drive. I just drove and thought, for hours. I had confirmed that my wife was cheating on me. I had irrefutable evidence that they had had sex in our bed. And for some reason I had been so turned on I nearly lost my mind, what the Hell?

I thought about how to confront Sarah when I got home. Anger? Despair? Tell her to get out? Just walk away and leave her wondering? But in the end none of those things happened. I drove up to my house after my 'long day of fishing' and went to the front door, I went inside. I was greeted by the smell of cooking meat, fajitas maybe? And there was that cheater, my wife, looking exceptionally good in a summer dress preparing what appeared to be a very nice meal, fajitas I confirmed with a glance. As I came in she greeted me with a big smile and took a pre-filled glass out of the fridge and handed it to me with a warm kiss. I nearly jerked back in surprise and conflict but managed to accept both the drink and the kiss with little reaction. I sipped the drink, whiskey and squirt, my favorite summer drink. I did not confront her. I just settled in and enjoyed the dinner Sarah had prepared and lied about my day of fishing while she lied about her day of cleaning the house and reading her book. But I felt closer to her than I had in a long time, we felt closer.

I knew her secret and watched her weave her deception. But there was no malice in it that I could detect, in fact she seemed very close to me as well. This was really fucked up! I kept having visions of her in those crotchless panties and hearing her dirty moans as we ate and as I cleared up dinner while she got ready for bed. My cock was rigid again. And it stayed rigid when Sarah came into the kitchen wearing only a tee shirt and a pair of lacy crotchless panties that I recognized from earlier that day! I let her take my hand while she smiled at me, and followed as she led me up to our bedroom.

She undid my shorts and pulled out my rock hard cock and she exclaimed, "Oh my!' And slurped it into her mouth. As she alternately sucked the head of my cock and swallowed the whole thing I noticed the bed had been straightened up and the cover had been replaced with a new one. She stood up and pulled me by my cock to the bed and I followed, obviously. I pushed her back as I kicked my feet out of my shorts and pulled off my shirt. I spread her knees apart and saw her swollen pussy lips in the opening of her crotchless panties. Did she wash those today...after? I wondered, my cock throbbed. I knew I was the second man to see her this way today, she looked delicious, I was jealous that other guy got to see her like this too. I couldn't hold back, I mounted her, sliding her teeshirt up to suck on her her nipples. I covered her mouth with mine as I drove my incredibly hard cock into her pussy, all the way to the base in one good thrust, It felt exquisite, she was very wet. She gasped in surprise at my urgency as I started to pound her hard and fast. She squealed in delight as I slapped my balls against her ass over and over, remembering those sounds of slapping skin from in the kitchen before. She came hard, as did I. I couldn't remember the last time I came twice in one day, I wasn't getting any younger. I apparently had some cum in reserve because I felt my huge load explode into her vagina as it clamped and spasmed on me.

After we had caught our breath she panted, "What has gotten into you tonight? You were like a wild animal!"

"I could ask you the same question?" I replied.

I swear I saw a sparkle in her eye as she laughed and kissed me goodnight. I lay there wondering why I didn't feel the way I thought I should, wondering if I should feel anger or guilt or something. But all I could manage was satisfaction, and a little excitement as I drifted off to sleep. It had been a big day.

I decided I needed to find out who this guy was, how he was connected to my wife, other than the obvious that was. I didn't have to wait long. That same week, around Thursday I'd guess, I noticed she was prettying herself up for work a little more than usual so I promptly called in sick to my work. We were supposed to tie rebar all day anyway, I could stand to miss that. I pretended to leave for work, drove down to the cafe and had a cuppa and an egg and toast and then headed to my parking spot in the park. I worked my way across the park, feeling very exposed during the middle of a workday when the park was near empty but managed to make it to my back yard undetected, as far as I knew anyway.

My instinct was correct, she hadn't left for work. I had a momentary desire to call her work and leave a message so she would know I knew she hadn't been there but decided against it. I chuckled at my predicament. Why did this seem funny to me all of a sudden? I mean what's so funny about hiding in the shrubs in my own back yard so I can I.D. the guy I know is fucking my wife rather than putting an end to this shit? I didn't have time to answer myself because he was here. A brunch date I chuckled to myself. I saw him disappear as he went to the front door. I saw a movement in the kitchen as I assumed Sarah heard the knock at the door. Now what? Do I just sit here and wait while he bangs my wife so I can get a look at him as he leaves? Luckily I didn't have to go further down that rabbit hole because just then they both came in to view in the large window at the side of the kitchen where our table sits. From my vantage point I could see into the kitchen between the island counter and the other counter with cupboards above.

They were speaking. This man stepped up to her and kissed her and I saw his hand take in the curve of her lovely hip. She stepped back and grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee and handed it to him. Was that the same pot we had shared this morning or was it a new one? I wondered randomly. I had a pretty good view of them, he was not what I expected to see. I realized I had been picturing this guy as the Marlboro man, (that's 'rugged hansom cowboy' to the younger set who doesn't know who I'm talking about), but this guy was...a...complete dork! He was scrawny and animated, quite the opposite of myself I noted. His hands seemed very familiar with my wife as he slid them all over her body as they talked. Then he was lifting the hem of her dress, and grinding his pelvis into hers. Oh dear god! I thought, he was seducing her before my very eyes! The sensible portion of my body froze, the other part rose in excitement instantly. I watched in utter amazement and even curiosity as this nerdy guy seized control of my wife's body as she gave it over to him. I could see perfectly through the picture window as he freed his cock, and holy cow! When did dorks have such big, well, dorks? It was definitely bigger than mine, my cock responded by trying its best to close the size gap. He had her on the island counter, she was leaning back on her elbows, looking at him as he entered her with that enormous dick. She threw her head back and I barely caught a bit of a scream as he drove it in to her pussy. She had her legs around him now as he slowly and methodically reamed her on my kitchen counter, and damnit if he wasn't fucking her good! And hey, I didn't see him put on a condom! As if he heard my thoughts and just to spite me I saw him do a final hard thrust and obviously empty his balls into Sarahs cunt as she bucked with an apparently amazing orgasm. He pulled out of her and turned to hand her a kitchen towel to catch the cum oozing from her gaping hole, I got a good look at his face. I had never seen him before.