My thanks to my wife; although she tells me that she can?t relate to a story like this, her efforts with the story line and her time spent editing this story have greatly improved its readability. She also gets credit for the final, nasty twist at the end. (And I owe her a massage just like the one in the main sex scene!)
It was a Wednesday evening when I first got a hint that my world, my safe and sane world, wasn?t quite what I thought it was.
I had gotten home from work a bit early; I heard my wife, Marge, moving around in our bedroom upstairs, and thought that I would go up and say hello. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear her talking to someone on the phone.
As I got closer, I could hear her end of the conversation. ?Yes, sweetie, today was great; I really enjoyed it.?
Huh? Since when does she enjoy work?
Our bedroom door was slightly open, so I peeked through; she was undressing while talking on her cell phone.
She slithered out of her skirt and laid it on the bed. I noticed that she was wearing lacy black panties, and I knew that I never had seen them before this.
I was about to walk in, but then she said, ?I gotta go; he could be home soon, and I must get a shower first. Talk to you tomorrow, stud, bye.?
She put the phone on the charger and took off her blouse; she was wearing a matching black lace bra. Facing away from me, she peeled off those panties and tossed them in the hamper. The bra followed.
As she moved around the bed to head to the shower, she passed a mirror. Being a woman, she, of course, had to stop and look.
From my position at the corner of the door, I could see her reflection in the mirror perfectly.
What I saw made a sick chill go down my body. I felt like I might piss myself, shit myself, throw up, or all three.
There in the mirror, her left breast clearly had a suck-mark on it. My wife had a hickey on her breast, and I didn?t give it to her.
I heard her gasp, and realized that she saw what I had just seen.
She pulled up her tit with one hand while rubbing the suck-mark with a finger of the other hand.
?Aw shit,? she snarled. ?Now I?ve got a mark that I?ve gotta hide. Holy shit!?
She went into the bathroom and started her shower while I stood outside our bedroom crying and shaking.
My name is David Atkinson; Marge has been my wife for 23 years. We have two children, Julia who is 19, and Tom, who is 18. Marge works part time in procurement at the local Air Nation Guard base; I am a chemical engineer.
Until a few minutes ago, I thought that we had a great marriage and a great life. Now it looked like my wife needed someone else to make her life great.
After a bit, I regained some control and, entering our bedroom, I picked up her cell phone to find the number of that last call. I got another surprise; she had a password on her cell phone. We had never used passwords and sometimes had made calls on each other?s phones. I realized that I had not used her phone in a couple of months; it just never was ?convenient.?
I picked up her blouse and smelled it. There was a faint trace of after-shave that I did not recognize on it. Going to the hamper, I picked out her panties and bra.
The panties were ?used? as might be expected, but I didn?t find any big gooey blobs of cum.
Thinking a bit, I got the digital video recorder from the kitchen and a Ziploc bag. Going back to the bedroom, I put the underwear in the ziploc bag and stuffed it in my pocket. I made a note to myself to order a semen detection kit and have it shipped to the office.
The video recorder went on my dresser, facing the mirror; I set it to record and wrapped one of my ties around it. It was mostly hidden.
As I went back downstairs, I saw that her laptop was on, so I figured that this would be a good time to check her e-mail. No such luck; she had put a password on it. We had never used computer passwords either, which was another piece of evidence.
Then I left. I really wanted to confront her, but I was an emotional wreck. Plus, I had no real evidence; she could just deny everything. No, I needed hard-core proof.
And I wanted to know whom she was fucking, so that I could hurt him in return.
I called my wife?s cell phone, knowing that she was still in the shower, and told her that I was stuck on a job and would grab a late dinner when I was finished.
Hiding her underwear in the garage, I headed to the closest bar to think and suffer. It was a quiet run-down bar that bordered on a shabby motel. It offered nothing special: average food, cheap drinks, and privacy.
Entering the bar, I noticed thst there was a new barmaid. Great, I thought, ?I hope she knows how to make a gin and tonic.
It turned out that she did. Her name was Mary; she had just started; and I enjoyed talking with her. She was a divorced mom, trying to scrape by in life.
I got back home at about 11:00pm; the house was quiet with everyone in bed. I went up to the bedroom to undress.
As I was slipping into my robe, Marge said, ?You?re late tonight, hon.?
Turning to her, I replied, ?I?m sorry to wake you; it was a long day.? Then I added, ?But I?ll make it up to you if you feel neglected.?
She sighed and said, ?Oh, I?m just too tired right now; how about in the next day or two??
?It?s a date, babe. I?m going to relax for a few minutes, and then join you. Good night,? I answered.
?Night.?
Grabbing the recorder, I left the bedroom and went downstairs to my computer.
As I plugged the camera into my laptop, I realized that our lovemaking in the last few months had dwindled down from two or three times a week to once a week, and that for the last month or so, once a week was Saturday night.
I fast-forwarded the recording until the bathroom door opened. She immediately went to the mirror and examined her breast. I could see the suck-mark clearly.
She got out flannel pajamas for later; she normally sleeps nude.
I saved the video and cleared the camera. After putting it away I went to bed. On my way, I pushed the thermostat up about four degrees; let?s see how she likes flannels.
Marge was either sleeping or pretending to be asleep when I got into bed.
Thursday morning, I got up early to get away from her; I didn?t think I could hide my anger and I needed time to get under control and make more plans.
Calling the office, I let them know that I wouldn?t be in until the afternoon.
Then I called my friend, George. I knew George would be able to help: not only have we been good friends for years, but he caught his wife cheating on him about a couple of years ago and went through a nasty divorce. We spent many hours together drowning his sorrows.
George is now a major in the Air Nation Guard. Since his divorce, he had thrown himself into his work and had received several promotions; the last had put him in charge of security for the base.
On the second ring, he picked up the phone and said, ?Hey buddy! How?s it going??
?Not too well right now,? I replied. ?I need your help; I think that Marge is cheating on me.?
?Aw shit, David, I am so sorry,? he said. ?I?ll do anything I can to help. Can you come over here this morning??
?Yeah,? I replied. ?How about if I go over now??
?Sounds good,? George quietly said. ?I hope you are wrong but I?ve never known you to overreact.?
?I don?t think I am, but with your help I should be able to prove it one way or the other.?
Once there, we sat on the sofa and went over what I knew. When I left an hour later, I had part of a plan, and had borrowed five digital audio recorders from George: the same ones that he used to catch his wife.
I drove back home; Marge?s car was gone. I placed four recorders in the house, saving the last one for her car.
Then I noticed that the house was a little cooler than usual. Checking the thermostat, I saw that she had pushed it back down; I assumed that she had had a ?hot? night.
Deciding to look around a bit, I went through her closet carefully. The first thing that I noticed was she had a couple of outfits that I had not seen her wear. They were more daring than her usual; maybe she bought them but then didn?t feel comfortable actually wearing them in public, I thought.
Then, in the back of a dresser drawer, I found some lingerie that I had never seen before. They showed signs of wear; a couple of them were torn. Torn as in somebody ripped them off of Marge to get to her naked body. That hurt and I just stared at them for many minutes.
Finally I headed off to work. Around three, I called Marge?s cell and left a voice mail that I was stuck on a job and wouldn?t be home until late.
As soon as I got home that evening, I put the final voice recorder in Marge?s car, and then went to bed.
I made sure to go to bed well after Marge did Friday night as well; she was either sleeping or pretending to be. I did check the audio recorders Friday evening but heard nothing of interest.
I quietly got the kids their breakfast as is our custom on weekends. Saturday, Marge gets to sleep late; Sunday I do. After they finished and went to watch TV, I cleaned up the kitchen and put Marge?s breakfast in the microwave.
I connected a LAN cable to my laptop, logged into my computer, into the wireless router, and disabled wireless access.
Then I left Marge a note directing her to the microwave and telling her that I was outside, then went out to start yard chores.
About two hours later, Marge came outside complaining that her laptop couldn?t connect to the Internet. We walked in; I tried my laptop and said, ?Hmm?mine?s connected. Let?s look at yours.?
She seemed a bit nervous and hovered around her laptop and me. I pretended to troubleshoot and she eventually got bored and wandered away, but about every five minutes she was back again.
While she was gone I slipped in a memory stick and installed a key logger program. The next time that she left, I configured it to capture all key presses, to take a snapshot of the screen twice a minute, to track all websites that she visited, and to capture her e-mail including deleted and sent items.
The next time that she left, I walked back to my laptop and restarted the wireless service. I checked that her laptop was now connecting and went to find her.
After showing her that it was connecting to the Internet, I told her that the hard drive was badly fragmented. I brought up the clean up program and suggested that when she was done for the day she click this button and let the program run overnight.
That would also give my key logger time to transfer all the data to me.
She slipped her hands around my neck, kissed me, and, smiling seductively, said, ?Thanks big guy, how can I pay for your services??
I smiled back, slapped her butt lightly, and said, ?How about washing my car??
Her face showed that she was expecting a very different answer.
I kissed her cheek and said, ?Just kidding.?
Pulling away, I added, ?I gotta get back to work out there.?
She looked confused as I walked out of the room.
While mowing the grass, I realized that I was being stupid. I wasn?t going to fuck her tonight, but I didn?t want her to start thinking that I was suspicious before I had real evidence. I had to treat her normally for now.
I decided to bust ass out here today and be too tired and sore for sex tonight.
We watched a couple of movies with the kids in the evening. Marge snuggled up next to me and she felt good. She was feeling frisky; a couple times while they were engrossed in the movie, Marge openly felt my cock.
We took a break toward the end of the second movie; I used the opportunity to get a drink and to pop one of Marge?s Xanax; I figured I would be asleep in 45 minutes.
About 15 minutes later, Marge woke me up. I announced that I had worked too hard today and was going to bed. Marge looked disappointed and even more so when the kids asked her to stay for a third movie.
I do not know when she came to bed; I was oblivious.
Sunday morning was my sleep-in morning but I was up at 5:00am. I didn?t want to be in bed when Marge woke in case she wanted a morning ride. And it was time to start checking her data. I shut off her alarm clock as I was leaving.
As I booted my computer, I realized that if I didn?t fuck her tonight she absolutely would be suspicious.
I started up the key logger reader; while it initialized, I added a password to my computer
There were about 500 e-mails in the hidden folder so I started reading them. The key logger sends the oldest mails first and I was looking at six-month-old e-mails.
I did see two e-mails from somebody named Will Perez. He had his own domain name, but the messages were about her work. Maybe the guy works with her. Or maybe this is the guy.
I sorted by name and found one about four months old with the subject Hey Hot Stuff!
I read it. It was not explicit but it sounded like this guy was trying to seduce her. He had registered his name as an Internet domain. A brief check showed that he did not have a web page.
I re-sorted by date and found six from old Willy dated yesterday. No wonder Marge was hovering around her laptop; she was worried that I might open Outlook.
I opened the newest e-mail and read while my life crashed around me. Starting at the bottom where she bitched at him for marking her and how hard it was to hide it from me.
His reply was basically, ?Shit happens; get over it, and to hell with your husband.?
Her furious reply was sent 14 minutes later. One paragraph was interesting; she wrote, ?I know you do not love your wife but I do love my husband. I do not want to hurt him or my marriage. It is bad enough that I haven?t let him fuck me much lately; now since you marked me, I can?t even let him see me naked. I will not be meeting you this Wednesday!?
Interesting, but it didn?t change anything.
The next two were from him with a changed tune. He begged her forgiveness, told her he would always be gentler in the future. He offered to take her on a trip somewhere warm if she could get away for a while. He professed his love for her.
Oh, pew, he sounded like a teenager.
The last was from her, saying that she was glad that he now understood her position; she would only take trips with her husband, and she would not meet him this Wednesday. She added that she expected that it would take a week for the marks to fade, and that then she was going to be busy making it up to her husband.
Other e-mails provided more information. They had been fucking for about two months now. They met at a local motel where his company kept a room rented, allegedly for his long distance sales guys to crash there when needed. One e-mail gave her directions to the place, saying that the company has had room 187 for two years now.
It was the motel across from the bar that I was in the other day!
Then a new e-mail arrived from him; it was a reply to one that she had sent last night, and I was sent spinning again. She had e-mailed him that she couldn?t do without him fucking her this week and that she would meet him Wednesday at 1:00pm. She insisted that he be gentle this time.
His reply was effusive crap about how wonderful she was and how he would make it wonderful for her.
I decided right then that they were both going to pay for their fucking. I needed to make some plans and would need George?s help.
I forwarded the most useful e-mails to George and started making breakfast.
Marge came down around 9:30 and thanked me for letting her sleep in that morning. I said that it was only fair since I crashed out so early last night.
She hugged me and whispered, ?Don?t work too hard today, sweetie; I need you to do your hard work tonight.?
I ignored the second part and said, ?I?m mostly done out there, just a couple more hours left to do.?
I pulled away, saying, ?I?d better get to work.?
As I was leaving I glanced back and saw a worried look on her face.
She quickly changed it when she saw me looking. I said, ?Yell if you need anything, babe.?
She gave a weak, ?Okay.?
I was cleaning the garage when George called. First he asked if I could talk now. I went outside and told him yes.
He said, ?I read the e-mails; I am so sorry.?
?Thanks,? I said. ?I feel like shit but at least I know now.?
?You know, and you have some evidence, but you do not have proof court yet,? he noted.
I replied, ?I know; maybe I can get some pictures of her going in or out of the motel.?
?We can do a lot better than that, if you want; you just won?t be able to use the evidence in court,? he said.
?Talk to me.?
?I have conducted a few criminal investigations at that motel over the years. The owner is a good guy who doesn?t want criminals or druggies hanging around. I can call him tomorrow and get him to print me a key to that room as part of my ?ongoing investigation?,? was his reply. ?We will have to find out when Perez won?t be there, and then we can install the same hidden cameras I used to catch my slut of an ex,? he explained.
I said firmly, ?Yes, I want to do that. Not only to catch her, but because I want to get him. Can you see what you can find on him, also??
?First thing Monday morning I?ll get that ball rolling. Let?s see if we can do the install Monday or Tuesday; we?ll need maybe an hour,? he answered.
We talked a few more minutes. George explained that the equipment was sound and motion-activated and that it would transmit to a receiver that had to be within 100 feet. He expected to put the receiver in a utility room somewhere.
When I wanted to retrieve the data, I just had to drive to the motel and activate the receiver in my car. The first receiver was also a transmitter; on my signal, it would dump its data to me, and then clear its memory. It might take up to two hours to send a full day worth of video.
The rest of Sunday was uneventful. I found that I was really looking forward to getting some pussy tonight. I came to the conclusion that just because Perez was staining it, there was no reason why I couldn?t still just use it.
My first thought was to do a rough, quick fuck, and to be asleep ten minutes later.
Then I changed my mind and decided to see how many orgasms I could give Marge instead. She normally cums once or twice a session; I?d make this one real special: something that she could compare to Perez?s fucking.
When the kids were in bed, Marge came up to me and quietly said, ?I?m going to bed, too. If you are not in our bed in 30 minutes, I will come down here and drag you to bed by your dick.?
I happily promised to be there.
Twenty minutes later I walked into the bedroom. Marge was in the bathroom and the room was darker than usual when I closed the door. The nightlight was missing from its socket; she must be figuring that in the darkened room I wouldn?t be able to see her hickey.
Vowing not to touch her left breast tonight, I undressed in the darkness, pulled the bed covers back and got into bed.
Marge turned off the bathroom light before coming into the bedroom naked, and slipped in to bed with me. She turned to me and gave me a full body hug, saying, ?Oh, I need this sweetie.?
I hugged her back and kissed her gently, saying, ?Me, too.?
Rolling her onto her stomach, I began a soft massage, starting at her head. As I worked my way down her body, I was rewarded by purring sounds. I gently fondled her ass cheeks and crack but did not try to probe her; I just moved on to her legs, and then her feet.
I played with her feet and each of her toes while Marge alternated between moaning and giggling. Then, kneeling over her feet, I spread her legs enough for me to bend her lower legs up and rest them on my shoulders.
That left the fronts of her legs vulnerable to my lightest touch. Marge wasn?t giggling now; she was moaning and sighing softly as I fondled her legs, and then the backs of her knees.
After a few minutes, I put her feet down and moved around to the foot of the bed. I started with her feet again, this time a firm massage. As I moved up her body, I straddled her, my legs pressing on the outsides of hers, my cock rubbing the insides.
I sat on her butt; her cheeks felt nice, as I did a deep back and shoulder massage.
Then I maneuvered my erection between her cheeks and legs deeper as I dropped down on her back. Pushing her arms over her head, I massaged them for some minutes, alternating between gently stroking her armpits and firmly rubbing her arms. Marge was softly cooing continuously as I played.
After a bit I rolled off of Marge and gently turned her onto her back.
Starting at her feet, I repeated my movements up her body. I spread her legs by putting her feet on my shoulders and worked her inner thighs and legs for a long while. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as I closed her legs and, mounting her again, began working my way up her body, being careful not to touch either her bald pussy or her tits.
When I was sitting across her tits, I lifted her arms over her head to massage them. I leaned forward to reach her hands and she raised her head and opened her mouth. She must have thought I wanted her to suck on me. Smiling, I shook my head no and began working my way back down her body, again not touching titties or pussy. She relaxed back on the bed.
I decided to repeat my efforts, this time lying beside Marge, rather than on top of her. And when I reached her tits, I gently fondled them both without touching either her areolas or her nipples. So much for my vow not to play her ?damaged? breast, they both just felt so good. She was making such soft moaning noises as I played with the body that I knew so well.
After fondling her face and head, I snuggled against her and began, very gently, kissing her mouth. Then I moved over her face and ears, kissing, sucking, and breathing on her. As we played, our arms and legs entwined, my erection pressing against her.
Moving lower, I began to kiss her neck and upper chest while my hand slid down her stomach. As I approached her bare and soft mons, she parted her legs for me.
Still not touching her slit, I played with the outsides of her pussy and ass cheeks. I noticed that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were slippery; there was no doubting that Marge was aroused and wet.
Slowly I worked my finger into her pussy, always watching how she responded. When I found her G-spot she arched her hips high and groaned loudly. With my middle finger deeply inside her I moved my thumb to her clit and began moving, rubbing back and forth. Almost immediately, Marge orgasmed. She gasped as she clamped down on my finger, clenching repeatedly.
As her climax passed, she collapsed back onto the bed. I held still, with my finger in her, my thumb on her clit, as my other hand held one nipple and my mouth covered the other. After a minute, I began suckling one nipple and gently squeezing the other. Then I started moving in circles inside of her again, making my thumb stroke her clit.
Within two minutes she climaxed again, but this wasn?t a quiet one. She screamed repeatedly as her body clamped down on me through her orgasm.
I slowed as she came down off that orgasm, but almost immediately resumed my actions. She came a third time, her body arching off of the bed as she screamed without control.
I held still for a bit as she recovered, then slipped my finger out of her so as to caress her body with both hands.
Slowly, I moved down her body, kissing each part. As I reached her legs, I lifted one over me, giving me access to her private place.
Kissing up her thighs, I moved toward her sex. I kissed and licked the outside of her hairless vagina, resisting the urge to just dive into her.
Then, I lightly kissed up her partially opened slit, feeling both the softness of her folds against my lips, and the moisture of her arousal.
With the first gentle lick up her slit, I heard her moan and felt her parting her legs farther.
I slowly worked my tongue into her, lapping and sucking at her outer and her inner lips. I could feel her body responding more as I increased my efforts.
When I ran the flat of my tongue over her clitoris, she shivered and softly mewed.
Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her breasts and found her erect nipples with my fingers while I lapped back and forth across her clitoris.
I could feel her body tensing, moving toward climax as I brought one hand down and slipped a finger into her entrance, rubbing in circles.
As her climax hit, she shoved her crotch up in my face and held it there while I ran my lips and tongue over her swollen clitty. She continuously moaned as she arched, and then abruptly dropped back down on the bed, panting.
I released her nipple and held still in her pussy for a bit. But shortly, I resumed stroking in her hole and gently pulling alternately on both of her nipples which made her mew softly. As I sped up my movements, she responded.
Leaning in, I pulled her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it. Within a few minutes, she abruptly climaxed again; shoving her crotch into my face. But then, closing her legs on the sides of my head, she dropped back down, only to lurch up, spreading her legs as she rose.
She repeated four or five times, wailing though her orgasm before collapsing onto the bed.
I kissed her open pussy one last time before making my way up her body. As she felt me begin to mount her, her eyes opened and she asked, ?Don?t you want me to suck you first??
?No babe,? I replied. ?You have me so hot that I just need to fuck you now.?
She smiled, and reaching for me added, ?Get up here and fuck me, love.?
I gladly complied, and soon was pumping in and out of her sweet pussy while we held each other.
Lifting higher over her, I made sure my public bone rubbed her clit on every stroke. Then I added a sideways grind each time that I penetrated her fully.
She moaned at each stroke and I knew when she was about to cum again. Her face screwed up tightly, she grabbed me, clasping her hands around me hard, and then she moaned into my shoulder as she rode her climax.
I didn?t stop this time, but kept fucking her. Lifting her feet to my shoulders, I rolled her upward and increased my speed. Her legs pulled at my shoulders as she thrust her hips up to meet my strokes. Her head was turning from side to side as we fucked; she was moaning and I was grunting, both of us out of control.
It didn?t take long; she came again. I felt her pussy clamp down on me and then saw her upper body rise, almost bending her in two. She howled as she spasmed; her body bouncing while her legs thrashed.
Holding her legs at my shoulders, I continued to fuck her fast and hard. Every time I bottomed out, she squealed louder in her climax.
Just as she was finishing, I lost it, and began ejaculating inside of her.
I collapsed on top of Marge; her legs parted and slide down my sides to allow us to lie face to face, my penis still inside of her. We snuggled and just held each other, making soft murmurs as we calmed down together.
Marge whispered, ?David that was incredible. What did I do to deserve a man like you??
I kissed her and replied, ?I?m the lucky one here. And I love pleasuring you almost as much as I love you.? I was tempted to add a remark about how I could never love anyone but her, but I realized that I did not want to pop this bubble that we had right now, together.
?I love you, too.?
My flaccid penis slipped out of her right then, and I moved to lie beside her. We hugged and Marge said, ?I need to go clean up, but I am so comfortable here.?
I kissed her cheek and said, ?Let me help.? Getting up, I pulled the sheet and cover over her so that she wouldn?t get cold and went into the bathroom.
Coming back with a warm washcloth and two hand towels, I made sure to turn out the bathroom light before I reentered the bedroom.
Removing the bed covers to bare Marge from the waist down, I said, ?Spread wide, sweetie.?
She complied and I washed everything from her inner thighs to her butt cheeks. I used the first towel to dry her off, and then suggested she finish drying herself, which she did.
Getting her to lift her butt cheeks, I slid the second towel under her, saying, ?No wet spot for you to sleep in.?
After pulling the covers back over her, I leaned up and firmly kissed her mouth.
Marge whispered, ?David, I love you.? Then she popped our bubble by adding, ?You are the only man in the entire world for me.?
I kissed her a couple times before getting up and saying, ?I?m going to go cleanup; rest baby.?
As I walked into the bathroom, I was raging. How could she say that, knowing that Perez was ?in her world,? too? How could she, after the tenderest love-making we have had in a long time, lie there in our marital bed, with some of my semen still inside of her, and lie to me? A deliberate lie, one she did not have to have said, but that she chose to say.
When I left the bathroom, I was glad to find that Marge was snoring softly. I gingerly got into bed.
I awoke early Monday morning, and, looking over, noticed that Marge had put her flannels on, sometime in the night.
I left the house before anyone else was up.
Calling my office Monday morning, I let them know that I would not be in today, and then headed over to George?s place. He told me that he had called the motel manager and had gotten some information.
?It turns out that our lover boy is getting it on with at least three women at his little love nest. I?m sure that he thinks he is smart having a full time room to use, but he?s dumb for using the same room.?
George also said that the manager thought that Perez was a bastard who harassed the staff. The final piece of information was that Perez worked in the room a couple of afternoons a week, but was rarely there before 11:00am.
?Well, let?s grab our stuff and get going,? George said.
We loaded the equipment into George?s van and pulled up at the motel in ten minutes.
George knocked on the manager?s door and introduced me as someone who was working with him on an investigation and noted that I would be around sometimes.
The manager, whose name was Kevin, said that that would be fine, and that he did not want any illegal activities happening in the motel.
He handed George the room key, and showed us where the room was located on a room map. We saw that there was a utility room about 50 feet away; George asked for a key to it which Kevin immediately printed out for him.
Last, Kevin called Perez?s room to make sure that he wasn?t there. He did not get an answer.
We thanked Kevin and drove the van over near the room.
George knocked on the door a couple of times, and then let us in with the key. It was deserted.
I stopped, suddenly staring at the bed where my wife had spread her legs for another man.
After a while, I turned and started helping. In less than two hours the equipment was installed and tested.
As we were leaving, I noticed a laptop docking station on the table. ?Look George, he must use his laptop in here!? I practically shouted. ?If I can get in here while it is here and he is not, I can install the key logger on it!?
George said, ?Maybe he leaves it here when he goes to lunch or dinner.?
?I?ll wait outside everyday if I need to,? I responded.
?First, I want to get a GPS on his car so that we don?t get surprised; don?t jump the gun,? he answered.
?Understand! I don?t want to risk fucking up payback. Let?s get out of here. I?ll buy lunch; how about across the parking lot? Their food is pretty good. Oh, and they have a new barmaid; she is pretty and easy to talk to.?
?Sounds good; I?m hungry,? George noted.
The bar was deserted when we walked inside of it. I entered first; Mary saw me, smiled and waved. Then George stepped in behind me.
Mary?s face changed to one of shock. She dropped the towel that she was using to clean the bar and immediately walked over to us. Ignoring me, she grabbed George in a full body hug, saying, ?George, it is so good to see you again.?
He hugged her back warmly and said, ?Mary, I have wondered?. Looks like you are back on your feet. I am so glad.?
She pulled back, still holding him, and said, ?No, I?m not there yet. But I am getting closer. Thanks to you.?
From the sidelines, I said, ?Um, Mary, I?d like you to meet my good friend, George.?
They both laughed. Mary released George and put both of her hands on my hand saying, ?I?ve liked you from when we first met. Now that I know that you are George?s friend, well, that matters a lot.?
I smiled, and said, ?He?s a butthole in general, but he?s okay.?
She grinned, and said, ?George and I go back a couple of years. But I?ve never thought of him as a butthole. Must be a guy thing.?
Mary kept taking care of drink orders for the four other patrons, but always came back to talk to us when done. Among other things, I learned that she was working as much as possible to save money to be able to enter nursing school in about five months.
Around two in the afternoon George and I were the only customers left. I commented on that, and Mary said that it was always deserted in the afternoons.
She added,?I don?t make any tip money, which sucks, but I usually use the time to study.?
Then grinning at us, she concluded, ?But it?s a lot nicer talking with you guys!?
The three of us chatted about another half hour when suddenly, Mary, looking rather solemn, turned to George and said, ?George, I am going to tell him.?
George just returned her gaze and made a slow nod.
She turned to me and said, ?If we are going to be friends, I don?t want any secrets. And maybe, when I tell you, you might not want to think of me as I friend. I?ll understand. But I won?t hide my life from you. And I don?t want you to find out from someone else.?
I saw her reach for George?s hand; she clasped it hard, and said, ?Let me tell you how I met George.
The bastard arrested me. He took me to a filthy holding cell in some cold dungeon he has on that base. I broke down when I saw the cell. It didn?t matter to him; he just pushed me in and began closing the door. Then he stopped and watched me cry. He started yelling at me, telling me how I was ruining my life and how stupid I was being. Suddenly, I realized he wasn?t yelling that I was a useless crack-whore slut, which is what I was. He was telling me that I was hurting myself. Nobody ever said that to me before, but I heard him then, and I lost it. I collapsed on that horrible dirty mattress and bawled like a kid.? George sat down next to me and uttered one word. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, ?He asked me, ?Why?? Nothing more.? Looking at George, she continued, ?For the first and only time in my life, I spilled my guts. Crying, hysterical at times, I told him everything. I don?t know how long it took; it must have been hours that George sat there with me. When I was finally done, he just stared at me for the longest time. Then he got up, softly squeezed my shoulder, and then locked me in that cell. He left me there for 14 hours. I didn?t see anybody, didn?t hear anything. I was cold and hungry the entire time, coming down off a crack high. Finally he returned and told me that it was time to see the judge. Normally you get a chance to clean up and put on a fresh jail suit before you appear in court. Not me; he made me go in there as I was. The defense attorney didn?t say anything; the judge was about to sentence me to jail when suddenly George stood up and asked to address the court. I?ll never, ever forget what he said, or what he looked like in his full dress uniform. I can quote him verbatim to this day, but what matters is that he told the judge that justice would not be served if he remanded me to jail. He wanted me in rehab. The judge and the attorney looked shocked, with reason; I was an addict, a whore, and a three-time loser who was obviously guilty of the crimes that George had charged me. And suddenly hard-ass George was on my side? After some hesitation the judge gave me a chance at a 90 day rehab with four years of hard time if I screwed up. I jumped on it.? Looking back to George, she said, ?I haven?t touched crack since the day that George busted me.?
Stepping back and looking at both of us, she added softly, ?George, David, I don?t walk the streets now, but I am still a whore. It is the only way that I can save money for school and provide for my daughter, but if you two don?t want to talk to me anymore, I understand. I am sorry, George.?
She found herself being hugged from both sides.
George said, ?As long as you keep fighting, I?m in your corner. And you will make it, I know you.?
I added, ?Mary, I am glad we met, and happy to think of you as my friend.?
It was a good thing that the bar was deserted, and we were in a dark corner. Mary just held us and cried.
Monday evening, Marge got in around 5:30 and had Chinese dinner in her hands. She came over to kiss me, but I just grabbed the bags and took them to the counter, while saying, ?Great, we are all starved!? When I turned around she was looking at me with a pensive expression. I said, ?Why don?t you change clothes in the bathroom while I get things ready??
Her face paled as I turned away and started to get dishes out of the cabinet. Whatever she was going to say sputtered out into silence. I was still furious over her lie last night.
Dinner was a quiet ?affair? and the kids noticed but didn?t say anything. Marge wasn?t too hungry but I made a point of eating a lot. Marge did make several attempts at conversation which I mostly ignored. Then I realized that I was being stupid and was tipping my hand. While last night?s sex was just average for me, I had made it extra good for her, and she was probably still feeling good about it. My being an asshole now was just cheap. And I didn?t want her to call off the affair before I had evidence.
I made a point of shaking my head, and said, ?Sorry everyone. I?ve been distracted about a work problem, and I brought my troubles home. Let?s start over. How was everyone?s day??
We chatted through dinner with the semblance of normality. I made it a point to smile at Marge a couple of times and to be attentive to her.
Marge went to bed ahead of me. I pushed the thermostat up about five degrees.
After waiting an hour, I checked the voice recorders, but again got nothing of interest.
I walked into our bedroom; it must have been 77 degrees. I got ready for bed, got in, and rolled away from her without saying anything.
She quietly said, ?Night, honey.?
Without rolling over, I said, ?Why are you wearing that flannel top? It?s certainly not cold in here.?
She was silent a moment, and then said, ?Honey, I?m just cold; that?s all.?
I decided to push it. I rolled over to her and embraced her. She hugged me back. She felt really sweaty. ?Are you feeling sick?? I asked with concern.
She said, ?I don?t think so; I?ve just been cold at night lately.?
I pushed my hand up to her unmarked tit and, while fondling it, said, ?I know a few ways to warm you up.?
She stiffened, sighed, and said, ?David, I am sorry; I?m just too tired.?
I rolled away and said, ?It?s okay.?
Marge moved to me and spooned me, saying, ?Honey, yesterday was just incredibly wonderful, but I?m just too tired tonight. Tell you what, Wednesday I have an easy day. I?ll rock your socks off Wednesday night.?
I just murmured, ?It?s okay.?
After some seconds she pulled away and went back to her side of the bed.
Things were cold Tuesday morning; I left at the normal time and drove to work. George called to let me know that he installed the GPS on Perez?s car last night and gave me the website and login information.
I checked out the site; it showed me that dickhead was across town.
Deciding that it was time to check the bedroom voice recorder, I let the office know that I would be back in a couple of hours, and drove home.
Marge had gotten a call from her best friend, Ashley, Monday morning. Almost immediately, Marge told her that she had had incredible sex this weekend.
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It was a Wednesday evening when I first got a hint that my world, my safe and sane world, wasn?t quite what I thought it was.
I had gotten home from work a bit early; I heard my wife, Marge, moving around in our bedroom upstairs, and thought that I would go up and say hello. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear her talking to someone on the phone.
As I got closer, I could hear her end of the conversation. ?Yes, sweetie, today was great; I really enjoyed it.?
Huh? Since when does she enjoy work?
Our bedroom door was slightly open, so I peeked through; she was undressing while talking on her cell phone.
She slithered out of her skirt and laid it on the bed. I noticed that she was wearing lacy black panties, and I knew that I never had seen them before this.
I was about to walk in, but then she said, ?I gotta go; he could be home soon, and I must get a shower first. Talk to you tomorrow, stud, bye.?
She put the phone on the charger and took off her blouse; she was wearing a matching black lace bra. Facing away from me, she peeled off those panties and tossed them in the hamper. The bra followed.
As she moved around the bed to head to the shower, she passed a mirror. Being a woman, she, of course, had to stop and look.
From my position at the corner of the door, I could see her reflection in the mirror perfectly.
What I saw made a sick chill go down my body. I felt like I might piss myself, shit myself, throw up, or all three.
There in the mirror, her left breast clearly had a suck-mark on it. My wife had a hickey on her breast, and I didn?t give it to her.
I heard her gasp, and realized that she saw what I had just seen.
She pulled up her tit with one hand while rubbing the suck-mark with a finger of the other hand.
?Aw shit,? she snarled. ?Now I?ve got a mark that I?ve gotta hide. Holy shit!?
She went into the bathroom and started her shower while I stood outside our bedroom crying and shaking.
My name is David Atkinson; Marge has been my wife for 23 years. We have two children, Julia who is 19, and Tom, who is 18. Marge works part time in procurement at the local Air Nation Guard base; I am a chemical engineer.
Until a few minutes ago, I thought that we had a great marriage and a great life. Now it looked like my wife needed someone else to make her life great.
After a bit, I regained some control and, entering our bedroom, I picked up her cell phone to find the number of that last call. I got another surprise; she had a password on her cell phone. We had never used passwords and sometimes had made calls on each other?s phones. I realized that I had not used her phone in a couple of months; it just never was ?convenient.?
I picked up her blouse and smelled it. There was a faint trace of after-shave that I did not recognize on it. Going to the hamper, I picked out her panties and bra.
The panties were ?used? as might be expected, but I didn?t find any big gooey blobs of cum.
Thinking a bit, I got the digital video recorder from the kitchen and a Ziploc bag. Going back to the bedroom, I put the underwear in the ziploc bag and stuffed it in my pocket. I made a note to myself to order a semen detection kit and have it shipped to the office.
The video recorder went on my dresser, facing the mirror; I set it to record and wrapped one of my ties around it. It was mostly hidden.
As I went back downstairs, I saw that her laptop was on, so I figured that this would be a good time to check her e-mail. No such luck; she had put a password on it. We had never used computer passwords either, which was another piece of evidence.
Then I left. I really wanted to confront her, but I was an emotional wreck. Plus, I had no real evidence; she could just deny everything. No, I needed hard-core proof.
And I wanted to know whom she was fucking, so that I could hurt him in return.
I called my wife?s cell phone, knowing that she was still in the shower, and told her that I was stuck on a job and would grab a late dinner when I was finished.
Hiding her underwear in the garage, I headed to the closest bar to think and suffer. It was a quiet run-down bar that bordered on a shabby motel. It offered nothing special: average food, cheap drinks, and privacy.
Entering the bar, I noticed thst there was a new barmaid. Great, I thought, ?I hope she knows how to make a gin and tonic.
It turned out that she did. Her name was Mary; she had just started; and I enjoyed talking with her. She was a divorced mom, trying to scrape by in life.
I got back home at about 11:00pm; the house was quiet with everyone in bed. I went up to the bedroom to undress.
As I was slipping into my robe, Marge said, ?You?re late tonight, hon.?
Turning to her, I replied, ?I?m sorry to wake you; it was a long day.? Then I added, ?But I?ll make it up to you if you feel neglected.?
She sighed and said, ?Oh, I?m just too tired right now; how about in the next day or two??
?It?s a date, babe. I?m going to relax for a few minutes, and then join you. Good night,? I answered.
?Night.?
Grabbing the recorder, I left the bedroom and went downstairs to my computer.
As I plugged the camera into my laptop, I realized that our lovemaking in the last few months had dwindled down from two or three times a week to once a week, and that for the last month or so, once a week was Saturday night.
I fast-forwarded the recording until the bathroom door opened. She immediately went to the mirror and examined her breast. I could see the suck-mark clearly.
She got out flannel pajamas for later; she normally sleeps nude.
I saved the video and cleared the camera. After putting it away I went to bed. On my way, I pushed the thermostat up about four degrees; let?s see how she likes flannels.
Marge was either sleeping or pretending to be asleep when I got into bed.
Thursday morning, I got up early to get away from her; I didn?t think I could hide my anger and I needed time to get under control and make more plans.
Calling the office, I let them know that I wouldn?t be in until the afternoon.
Then I called my friend, George. I knew George would be able to help: not only have we been good friends for years, but he caught his wife cheating on him about a couple of years ago and went through a nasty divorce. We spent many hours together drowning his sorrows.
George is now a major in the Air Nation Guard. Since his divorce, he had thrown himself into his work and had received several promotions; the last had put him in charge of security for the base.
On the second ring, he picked up the phone and said, ?Hey buddy! How?s it going??
?Not too well right now,? I replied. ?I need your help; I think that Marge is cheating on me.?
?Aw shit, David, I am so sorry,? he said. ?I?ll do anything I can to help. Can you come over here this morning??
?Yeah,? I replied. ?How about if I go over now??
?Sounds good,? George quietly said. ?I hope you are wrong but I?ve never known you to overreact.?
?I don?t think I am, but with your help I should be able to prove it one way or the other.?
Once there, we sat on the sofa and went over what I knew. When I left an hour later, I had part of a plan, and had borrowed five digital audio recorders from George: the same ones that he used to catch his wife.
I drove back home; Marge?s car was gone. I placed four recorders in the house, saving the last one for her car.
Then I noticed that the house was a little cooler than usual. Checking the thermostat, I saw that she had pushed it back down; I assumed that she had had a ?hot? night.
Deciding to look around a bit, I went through her closet carefully. The first thing that I noticed was she had a couple of outfits that I had not seen her wear. They were more daring than her usual; maybe she bought them but then didn?t feel comfortable actually wearing them in public, I thought.
Then, in the back of a dresser drawer, I found some lingerie that I had never seen before. They showed signs of wear; a couple of them were torn. Torn as in somebody ripped them off of Marge to get to her naked body. That hurt and I just stared at them for many minutes.
Finally I headed off to work. Around three, I called Marge?s cell and left a voice mail that I was stuck on a job and wouldn?t be home until late.
As soon as I got home that evening, I put the final voice recorder in Marge?s car, and then went to bed.
I made sure to go to bed well after Marge did Friday night as well; she was either sleeping or pretending to be. I did check the audio recorders Friday evening but heard nothing of interest.
I quietly got the kids their breakfast as is our custom on weekends. Saturday, Marge gets to sleep late; Sunday I do. After they finished and went to watch TV, I cleaned up the kitchen and put Marge?s breakfast in the microwave.
I connected a LAN cable to my laptop, logged into my computer, into the wireless router, and disabled wireless access.
Then I left Marge a note directing her to the microwave and telling her that I was outside, then went out to start yard chores.
About two hours later, Marge came outside complaining that her laptop couldn?t connect to the Internet. We walked in; I tried my laptop and said, ?Hmm?mine?s connected. Let?s look at yours.?
She seemed a bit nervous and hovered around her laptop and me. I pretended to troubleshoot and she eventually got bored and wandered away, but about every five minutes she was back again.
While she was gone I slipped in a memory stick and installed a key logger program. The next time that she left, I configured it to capture all key presses, to take a snapshot of the screen twice a minute, to track all websites that she visited, and to capture her e-mail including deleted and sent items.
The next time that she left, I walked back to my laptop and restarted the wireless service. I checked that her laptop was now connecting and went to find her.
After showing her that it was connecting to the Internet, I told her that the hard drive was badly fragmented. I brought up the clean up program and suggested that when she was done for the day she click this button and let the program run overnight.
That would also give my key logger time to transfer all the data to me.
She slipped her hands around my neck, kissed me, and, smiling seductively, said, ?Thanks big guy, how can I pay for your services??
I smiled back, slapped her butt lightly, and said, ?How about washing my car??
Her face showed that she was expecting a very different answer.
I kissed her cheek and said, ?Just kidding.?
Pulling away, I added, ?I gotta get back to work out there.?
She looked confused as I walked out of the room.
While mowing the grass, I realized that I was being stupid. I wasn?t going to fuck her tonight, but I didn?t want her to start thinking that I was suspicious before I had real evidence. I had to treat her normally for now.
I decided to bust ass out here today and be too tired and sore for sex tonight.
We watched a couple of movies with the kids in the evening. Marge snuggled up next to me and she felt good. She was feeling frisky; a couple times while they were engrossed in the movie, Marge openly felt my cock.
We took a break toward the end of the second movie; I used the opportunity to get a drink and to pop one of Marge?s Xanax; I figured I would be asleep in 45 minutes.
About 15 minutes later, Marge woke me up. I announced that I had worked too hard today and was going to bed. Marge looked disappointed and even more so when the kids asked her to stay for a third movie.
I do not know when she came to bed; I was oblivious.
Sunday morning was my sleep-in morning but I was up at 5:00am. I didn?t want to be in bed when Marge woke in case she wanted a morning ride. And it was time to start checking her data. I shut off her alarm clock as I was leaving.
As I booted my computer, I realized that if I didn?t fuck her tonight she absolutely would be suspicious.
I started up the key logger reader; while it initialized, I added a password to my computer
There were about 500 e-mails in the hidden folder so I started reading them. The key logger sends the oldest mails first and I was looking at six-month-old e-mails.
I did see two e-mails from somebody named Will Perez. He had his own domain name, but the messages were about her work. Maybe the guy works with her. Or maybe this is the guy.
I sorted by name and found one about four months old with the subject Hey Hot Stuff!
I read it. It was not explicit but it sounded like this guy was trying to seduce her. He had registered his name as an Internet domain. A brief check showed that he did not have a web page.
I re-sorted by date and found six from old Willy dated yesterday. No wonder Marge was hovering around her laptop; she was worried that I might open Outlook.
I opened the newest e-mail and read while my life crashed around me. Starting at the bottom where she bitched at him for marking her and how hard it was to hide it from me.
His reply was basically, ?Shit happens; get over it, and to hell with your husband.?
Her furious reply was sent 14 minutes later. One paragraph was interesting; she wrote, ?I know you do not love your wife but I do love my husband. I do not want to hurt him or my marriage. It is bad enough that I haven?t let him fuck me much lately; now since you marked me, I can?t even let him see me naked. I will not be meeting you this Wednesday!?
Interesting, but it didn?t change anything.
The next two were from him with a changed tune. He begged her forgiveness, told her he would always be gentler in the future. He offered to take her on a trip somewhere warm if she could get away for a while. He professed his love for her.
Oh, pew, he sounded like a teenager.
The last was from her, saying that she was glad that he now understood her position; she would only take trips with her husband, and she would not meet him this Wednesday. She added that she expected that it would take a week for the marks to fade, and that then she was going to be busy making it up to her husband.
Other e-mails provided more information. They had been fucking for about two months now. They met at a local motel where his company kept a room rented, allegedly for his long distance sales guys to crash there when needed. One e-mail gave her directions to the place, saying that the company has had room 187 for two years now.
It was the motel across from the bar that I was in the other day!
Then a new e-mail arrived from him; it was a reply to one that she had sent last night, and I was sent spinning again. She had e-mailed him that she couldn?t do without him fucking her this week and that she would meet him Wednesday at 1:00pm. She insisted that he be gentle this time.
His reply was effusive crap about how wonderful she was and how he would make it wonderful for her.
I decided right then that they were both going to pay for their fucking. I needed to make some plans and would need George?s help.
I forwarded the most useful e-mails to George and started making breakfast.
Marge came down around 9:30 and thanked me for letting her sleep in that morning. I said that it was only fair since I crashed out so early last night.
She hugged me and whispered, ?Don?t work too hard today, sweetie; I need you to do your hard work tonight.?
I ignored the second part and said, ?I?m mostly done out there, just a couple more hours left to do.?
I pulled away, saying, ?I?d better get to work.?
As I was leaving I glanced back and saw a worried look on her face.
She quickly changed it when she saw me looking. I said, ?Yell if you need anything, babe.?
She gave a weak, ?Okay.?
I was cleaning the garage when George called. First he asked if I could talk now. I went outside and told him yes.
He said, ?I read the e-mails; I am so sorry.?
?Thanks,? I said. ?I feel like shit but at least I know now.?
?You know, and you have some evidence, but you do not have proof court yet,? he noted.
I replied, ?I know; maybe I can get some pictures of her going in or out of the motel.?
?We can do a lot better than that, if you want; you just won?t be able to use the evidence in court,? he said.
?Talk to me.?
?I have conducted a few criminal investigations at that motel over the years. The owner is a good guy who doesn?t want criminals or druggies hanging around. I can call him tomorrow and get him to print me a key to that room as part of my ?ongoing investigation?,? was his reply. ?We will have to find out when Perez won?t be there, and then we can install the same hidden cameras I used to catch my slut of an ex,? he explained.
I said firmly, ?Yes, I want to do that. Not only to catch her, but because I want to get him. Can you see what you can find on him, also??
?First thing Monday morning I?ll get that ball rolling. Let?s see if we can do the install Monday or Tuesday; we?ll need maybe an hour,? he answered.
We talked a few more minutes. George explained that the equipment was sound and motion-activated and that it would transmit to a receiver that had to be within 100 feet. He expected to put the receiver in a utility room somewhere.
When I wanted to retrieve the data, I just had to drive to the motel and activate the receiver in my car. The first receiver was also a transmitter; on my signal, it would dump its data to me, and then clear its memory. It might take up to two hours to send a full day worth of video.
The rest of Sunday was uneventful. I found that I was really looking forward to getting some pussy tonight. I came to the conclusion that just because Perez was staining it, there was no reason why I couldn?t still just use it.
My first thought was to do a rough, quick fuck, and to be asleep ten minutes later.
Then I changed my mind and decided to see how many orgasms I could give Marge instead. She normally cums once or twice a session; I?d make this one real special: something that she could compare to Perez?s fucking.
When the kids were in bed, Marge came up to me and quietly said, ?I?m going to bed, too. If you are not in our bed in 30 minutes, I will come down here and drag you to bed by your dick.?
I happily promised to be there.
Twenty minutes later I walked into the bedroom. Marge was in the bathroom and the room was darker than usual when I closed the door. The nightlight was missing from its socket; she must be figuring that in the darkened room I wouldn?t be able to see her hickey.
Vowing not to touch her left breast tonight, I undressed in the darkness, pulled the bed covers back and got into bed.
Marge turned off the bathroom light before coming into the bedroom naked, and slipped in to bed with me. She turned to me and gave me a full body hug, saying, ?Oh, I need this sweetie.?
I hugged her back and kissed her gently, saying, ?Me, too.?
Rolling her onto her stomach, I began a soft massage, starting at her head. As I worked my way down her body, I was rewarded by purring sounds. I gently fondled her ass cheeks and crack but did not try to probe her; I just moved on to her legs, and then her feet.
I played with her feet and each of her toes while Marge alternated between moaning and giggling. Then, kneeling over her feet, I spread her legs enough for me to bend her lower legs up and rest them on my shoulders.
That left the fronts of her legs vulnerable to my lightest touch. Marge wasn?t giggling now; she was moaning and sighing softly as I fondled her legs, and then the backs of her knees.
After a few minutes, I put her feet down and moved around to the foot of the bed. I started with her feet again, this time a firm massage. As I moved up her body, I straddled her, my legs pressing on the outsides of hers, my cock rubbing the insides.
I sat on her butt; her cheeks felt nice, as I did a deep back and shoulder massage.
Then I maneuvered my erection between her cheeks and legs deeper as I dropped down on her back. Pushing her arms over her head, I massaged them for some minutes, alternating between gently stroking her armpits and firmly rubbing her arms. Marge was softly cooing continuously as I played.
After a bit I rolled off of Marge and gently turned her onto her back.
Starting at her feet, I repeated my movements up her body. I spread her legs by putting her feet on my shoulders and worked her inner thighs and legs for a long while. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as I closed her legs and, mounting her again, began working my way up her body, being careful not to touch either her bald pussy or her tits.
When I was sitting across her tits, I lifted her arms over her head to massage them. I leaned forward to reach her hands and she raised her head and opened her mouth. She must have thought I wanted her to suck on me. Smiling, I shook my head no and began working my way back down her body, again not touching titties or pussy. She relaxed back on the bed.
I decided to repeat my efforts, this time lying beside Marge, rather than on top of her. And when I reached her tits, I gently fondled them both without touching either her areolas or her nipples. So much for my vow not to play her ?damaged? breast, they both just felt so good. She was making such soft moaning noises as I played with the body that I knew so well.
After fondling her face and head, I snuggled against her and began, very gently, kissing her mouth. Then I moved over her face and ears, kissing, sucking, and breathing on her. As we played, our arms and legs entwined, my erection pressing against her.
Moving lower, I began to kiss her neck and upper chest while my hand slid down her stomach. As I approached her bare and soft mons, she parted her legs for me.
Still not touching her slit, I played with the outsides of her pussy and ass cheeks. I noticed that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were slippery; there was no doubting that Marge was aroused and wet.
Slowly I worked my finger into her pussy, always watching how she responded. When I found her G-spot she arched her hips high and groaned loudly. With my middle finger deeply inside her I moved my thumb to her clit and began moving, rubbing back and forth. Almost immediately, Marge orgasmed. She gasped as she clamped down on my finger, clenching repeatedly.
As her climax passed, she collapsed back onto the bed. I held still, with my finger in her, my thumb on her clit, as my other hand held one nipple and my mouth covered the other. After a minute, I began suckling one nipple and gently squeezing the other. Then I started moving in circles inside of her again, making my thumb stroke her clit.
Within two minutes she climaxed again, but this wasn?t a quiet one. She screamed repeatedly as her body clamped down on me through her orgasm.
I slowed as she came down off that orgasm, but almost immediately resumed my actions. She came a third time, her body arching off of the bed as she screamed without control.
I held still for a bit as she recovered, then slipped my finger out of her so as to caress her body with both hands.
Slowly, I moved down her body, kissing each part. As I reached her legs, I lifted one over me, giving me access to her private place.
Kissing up her thighs, I moved toward her sex. I kissed and licked the outside of her hairless vagina, resisting the urge to just dive into her.
Then, I lightly kissed up her partially opened slit, feeling both the softness of her folds against my lips, and the moisture of her arousal.
With the first gentle lick up her slit, I heard her moan and felt her parting her legs farther.
I slowly worked my tongue into her, lapping and sucking at her outer and her inner lips. I could feel her body responding more as I increased my efforts.
When I ran the flat of my tongue over her clitoris, she shivered and softly mewed.
Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her breasts and found her erect nipples with my fingers while I lapped back and forth across her clitoris.
I could feel her body tensing, moving toward climax as I brought one hand down and slipped a finger into her entrance, rubbing in circles.
As her climax hit, she shoved her crotch up in my face and held it there while I ran my lips and tongue over her swollen clitty. She continuously moaned as she arched, and then abruptly dropped back down on the bed, panting.
I released her nipple and held still in her pussy for a bit. But shortly, I resumed stroking in her hole and gently pulling alternately on both of her nipples which made her mew softly. As I sped up my movements, she responded.
Leaning in, I pulled her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it. Within a few minutes, she abruptly climaxed again; shoving her crotch into my face. But then, closing her legs on the sides of my head, she dropped back down, only to lurch up, spreading her legs as she rose.
She repeated four or five times, wailing though her orgasm before collapsing onto the bed.
I kissed her open pussy one last time before making my way up her body. As she felt me begin to mount her, her eyes opened and she asked, ?Don?t you want me to suck you first??
?No babe,? I replied. ?You have me so hot that I just need to fuck you now.?
She smiled, and reaching for me added, ?Get up here and fuck me, love.?
I gladly complied, and soon was pumping in and out of her sweet pussy while we held each other.
Lifting higher over her, I made sure my public bone rubbed her clit on every stroke. Then I added a sideways grind each time that I penetrated her fully.
She moaned at each stroke and I knew when she was about to cum again. Her face screwed up tightly, she grabbed me, clasping her hands around me hard, and then she moaned into my shoulder as she rode her climax.
I didn?t stop this time, but kept fucking her. Lifting her feet to my shoulders, I rolled her upward and increased my speed. Her legs pulled at my shoulders as she thrust her hips up to meet my strokes. Her head was turning from side to side as we fucked; she was moaning and I was grunting, both of us out of control.
It didn?t take long; she came again. I felt her pussy clamp down on me and then saw her upper body rise, almost bending her in two. She howled as she spasmed; her body bouncing while her legs thrashed.
Holding her legs at my shoulders, I continued to fuck her fast and hard. Every time I bottomed out, she squealed louder in her climax.
Just as she was finishing, I lost it, and began ejaculating inside of her.
I collapsed on top of Marge; her legs parted and slide down my sides to allow us to lie face to face, my penis still inside of her. We snuggled and just held each other, making soft murmurs as we calmed down together.
Marge whispered, ?David that was incredible. What did I do to deserve a man like you??
I kissed her and replied, ?I?m the lucky one here. And I love pleasuring you almost as much as I love you.? I was tempted to add a remark about how I could never love anyone but her, but I realized that I did not want to pop this bubble that we had right now, together.
?I love you, too.?
My flaccid penis slipped out of her right then, and I moved to lie beside her. We hugged and Marge said, ?I need to go clean up, but I am so comfortable here.?
I kissed her cheek and said, ?Let me help.? Getting up, I pulled the sheet and cover over her so that she wouldn?t get cold and went into the bathroom.
Coming back with a warm washcloth and two hand towels, I made sure to turn out the bathroom light before I reentered the bedroom.
Removing the bed covers to bare Marge from the waist down, I said, ?Spread wide, sweetie.?
She complied and I washed everything from her inner thighs to her butt cheeks. I used the first towel to dry her off, and then suggested she finish drying herself, which she did.
Getting her to lift her butt cheeks, I slid the second towel under her, saying, ?No wet spot for you to sleep in.?
After pulling the covers back over her, I leaned up and firmly kissed her mouth.
Marge whispered, ?David, I love you.? Then she popped our bubble by adding, ?You are the only man in the entire world for me.?
I kissed her a couple times before getting up and saying, ?I?m going to go cleanup; rest baby.?
As I walked into the bathroom, I was raging. How could she say that, knowing that Perez was ?in her world,? too? How could she, after the tenderest love-making we have had in a long time, lie there in our marital bed, with some of my semen still inside of her, and lie to me? A deliberate lie, one she did not have to have said, but that she chose to say.
When I left the bathroom, I was glad to find that Marge was snoring softly. I gingerly got into bed.
I awoke early Monday morning, and, looking over, noticed that Marge had put her flannels on, sometime in the night.
I left the house before anyone else was up.
Calling my office Monday morning, I let them know that I would not be in today, and then headed over to George?s place. He told me that he had called the motel manager and had gotten some information.
?It turns out that our lover boy is getting it on with at least three women at his little love nest. I?m sure that he thinks he is smart having a full time room to use, but he?s dumb for using the same room.?
George also said that the manager thought that Perez was a bastard who harassed the staff. The final piece of information was that Perez worked in the room a couple of afternoons a week, but was rarely there before 11:00am.
?Well, let?s grab our stuff and get going,? George said.
We loaded the equipment into George?s van and pulled up at the motel in ten minutes.
George knocked on the manager?s door and introduced me as someone who was working with him on an investigation and noted that I would be around sometimes.
The manager, whose name was Kevin, said that that would be fine, and that he did not want any illegal activities happening in the motel.
He handed George the room key, and showed us where the room was located on a room map. We saw that there was a utility room about 50 feet away; George asked for a key to it which Kevin immediately printed out for him.
Last, Kevin called Perez?s room to make sure that he wasn?t there. He did not get an answer.
We thanked Kevin and drove the van over near the room.
George knocked on the door a couple of times, and then let us in with the key. It was deserted.
I stopped, suddenly staring at the bed where my wife had spread her legs for another man.
After a while, I turned and started helping. In less than two hours the equipment was installed and tested.
As we were leaving, I noticed a laptop docking station on the table. ?Look George, he must use his laptop in here!? I practically shouted. ?If I can get in here while it is here and he is not, I can install the key logger on it!?
George said, ?Maybe he leaves it here when he goes to lunch or dinner.?
?I?ll wait outside everyday if I need to,? I responded.
?First, I want to get a GPS on his car so that we don?t get surprised; don?t jump the gun,? he answered.
?Understand! I don?t want to risk fucking up payback. Let?s get out of here. I?ll buy lunch; how about across the parking lot? Their food is pretty good. Oh, and they have a new barmaid; she is pretty and easy to talk to.?
?Sounds good; I?m hungry,? George noted.
The bar was deserted when we walked inside of it. I entered first; Mary saw me, smiled and waved. Then George stepped in behind me.
Mary?s face changed to one of shock. She dropped the towel that she was using to clean the bar and immediately walked over to us. Ignoring me, she grabbed George in a full body hug, saying, ?George, it is so good to see you again.?
He hugged her back warmly and said, ?Mary, I have wondered?. Looks like you are back on your feet. I am so glad.?
She pulled back, still holding him, and said, ?No, I?m not there yet. But I am getting closer. Thanks to you.?
From the sidelines, I said, ?Um, Mary, I?d like you to meet my good friend, George.?
They both laughed. Mary released George and put both of her hands on my hand saying, ?I?ve liked you from when we first met. Now that I know that you are George?s friend, well, that matters a lot.?
I smiled, and said, ?He?s a butthole in general, but he?s okay.?
She grinned, and said, ?George and I go back a couple of years. But I?ve never thought of him as a butthole. Must be a guy thing.?
Mary kept taking care of drink orders for the four other patrons, but always came back to talk to us when done. Among other things, I learned that she was working as much as possible to save money to be able to enter nursing school in about five months.
Around two in the afternoon George and I were the only customers left. I commented on that, and Mary said that it was always deserted in the afternoons.
She added,?I don?t make any tip money, which sucks, but I usually use the time to study.?
Then grinning at us, she concluded, ?But it?s a lot nicer talking with you guys!?
The three of us chatted about another half hour when suddenly, Mary, looking rather solemn, turned to George and said, ?George, I am going to tell him.?
George just returned her gaze and made a slow nod.
She turned to me and said, ?If we are going to be friends, I don?t want any secrets. And maybe, when I tell you, you might not want to think of me as I friend. I?ll understand. But I won?t hide my life from you. And I don?t want you to find out from someone else.?
I saw her reach for George?s hand; she clasped it hard, and said, ?Let me tell you how I met George.
The bastard arrested me. He took me to a filthy holding cell in some cold dungeon he has on that base. I broke down when I saw the cell. It didn?t matter to him; he just pushed me in and began closing the door. Then he stopped and watched me cry. He started yelling at me, telling me how I was ruining my life and how stupid I was being. Suddenly, I realized he wasn?t yelling that I was a useless crack-whore slut, which is what I was. He was telling me that I was hurting myself. Nobody ever said that to me before, but I heard him then, and I lost it. I collapsed on that horrible dirty mattress and bawled like a kid.? George sat down next to me and uttered one word. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, ?He asked me, ?Why?? Nothing more.? Looking at George, she continued, ?For the first and only time in my life, I spilled my guts. Crying, hysterical at times, I told him everything. I don?t know how long it took; it must have been hours that George sat there with me. When I was finally done, he just stared at me for the longest time. Then he got up, softly squeezed my shoulder, and then locked me in that cell. He left me there for 14 hours. I didn?t see anybody, didn?t hear anything. I was cold and hungry the entire time, coming down off a crack high. Finally he returned and told me that it was time to see the judge. Normally you get a chance to clean up and put on a fresh jail suit before you appear in court. Not me; he made me go in there as I was. The defense attorney didn?t say anything; the judge was about to sentence me to jail when suddenly George stood up and asked to address the court. I?ll never, ever forget what he said, or what he looked like in his full dress uniform. I can quote him verbatim to this day, but what matters is that he told the judge that justice would not be served if he remanded me to jail. He wanted me in rehab. The judge and the attorney looked shocked, with reason; I was an addict, a whore, and a three-time loser who was obviously guilty of the crimes that George had charged me. And suddenly hard-ass George was on my side? After some hesitation the judge gave me a chance at a 90 day rehab with four years of hard time if I screwed up. I jumped on it.? Looking back to George, she said, ?I haven?t touched crack since the day that George busted me.?
Stepping back and looking at both of us, she added softly, ?George, David, I don?t walk the streets now, but I am still a whore. It is the only way that I can save money for school and provide for my daughter, but if you two don?t want to talk to me anymore, I understand. I am sorry, George.?
She found herself being hugged from both sides.
George said, ?As long as you keep fighting, I?m in your corner. And you will make it, I know you.?
I added, ?Mary, I am glad we met, and happy to think of you as my friend.?
It was a good thing that the bar was deserted, and we were in a dark corner. Mary just held us and cried.
Monday evening, Marge got in around 5:30 and had Chinese dinner in her hands. She came over to kiss me, but I just grabbed the bags and took them to the counter, while saying, ?Great, we are all starved!? When I turned around she was looking at me with a pensive expression. I said, ?Why don?t you change clothes in the bathroom while I get things ready??
Her face paled as I turned away and started to get dishes out of the cabinet. Whatever she was going to say sputtered out into silence. I was still furious over her lie last night.
Dinner was a quiet ?affair? and the kids noticed but didn?t say anything. Marge wasn?t too hungry but I made a point of eating a lot. Marge did make several attempts at conversation which I mostly ignored. Then I realized that I was being stupid and was tipping my hand. While last night?s sex was just average for me, I had made it extra good for her, and she was probably still feeling good about it. My being an asshole now was just cheap. And I didn?t want her to call off the affair before I had evidence.
I made a point of shaking my head, and said, ?Sorry everyone. I?ve been distracted about a work problem, and I brought my troubles home. Let?s start over. How was everyone?s day??
We chatted through dinner with the semblance of normality. I made it a point to smile at Marge a couple of times and to be attentive to her.
Marge went to bed ahead of me. I pushed the thermostat up about five degrees.
After waiting an hour, I checked the voice recorders, but again got nothing of interest.
I walked into our bedroom; it must have been 77 degrees. I got ready for bed, got in, and rolled away from her without saying anything.
She quietly said, ?Night, honey.?
Without rolling over, I said, ?Why are you wearing that flannel top? It?s certainly not cold in here.?
She was silent a moment, and then said, ?Honey, I?m just cold; that?s all.?
I decided to push it. I rolled over to her and embraced her. She hugged me back. She felt really sweaty. ?Are you feeling sick?? I asked with concern.
She said, ?I don?t think so; I?ve just been cold at night lately.?
I pushed my hand up to her unmarked tit and, while fondling it, said, ?I know a few ways to warm you up.?
She stiffened, sighed, and said, ?David, I am sorry; I?m just too tired.?
I rolled away and said, ?It?s okay.?
Marge moved to me and spooned me, saying, ?Honey, yesterday was just incredibly wonderful, but I?m just too tired tonight. Tell you what, Wednesday I have an easy day. I?ll rock your socks off Wednesday night.?
I just murmured, ?It?s okay.?
After some seconds she pulled away and went back to her side of the bed.
Things were cold Tuesday morning; I left at the normal time and drove to work. George called to let me know that he installed the GPS on Perez?s car last night and gave me the website and login information.
I checked out the site; it showed me that dickhead was across town.
Deciding that it was time to check the bedroom voice recorder, I let the office know that I would be back in a couple of hours, and drove home.
Marge had gotten a call from her best friend, Ashley, Monday morning. Almost immediately, Marge told her that she had had incredible sex this weekend.
Ashley squealed, ?You
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