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The picture I was looking at was extremely graphic, yet extremely hot. There was my wife, on her knees and naked, with a huge load of cum dripping down her tits. She had amazing tits; the work she'd had done to them didn’t make them too big for her frame, just pushed them up and held them in place. The cum covering them was a pretty big load, as it covered the entirety of her left tit and most of her right one.
When I scrolled back to the previous picture it was her again, still on her knees, except she had a cock in her mouth and was looking up at the camera. You could obviously tell she was enjoying herself.
The third picture showed her completely naked lying on a bed. She had a great body for a forty-one year old. She spent an hour a day at the gym, and although time couldn’t be stopped from adding just a hint of weight to her hips, any mam would kill for his wife to have the body that mine did. She was smiling at the camera and the picture showed her shaven pussy and glistening lips. The three pictures showed my wife, Gwen, looking hot, nasty and like she was having the time of her life. The only problem was… I didn’t take them.
I sat on my sofa staring at the pictures in my wife’s phone and had no idea what to think. They were obviously taken recently, and since we had been married for twenty-three years it meant she had been with another man. She had cheated on me. I thought we had the perfect marriage for the last twenty-three years. We had two children who we both adored. I owned my own business that let us live a life better than most people did.
Gwen hadn’t worked in fifteen years, and her only job was to raise the kids - which she did an excellent job of - and keep the house in order. Why the fuck, then, did she have pictures on her phone with another guy’s dick in her mouth and cum dripping down her tits?
I heard the shower turn off and quickly texted the pictures from Gwen’s phone to mine. I then deleted the text from her phone so she wouldn’t know.
I sat there in silence, in shock, not knowing what to think of my wife. I gave her everything she ever asked for. Our sex life was above average, we had sex at least once a week, which was way more than any of our friends. I was in good shape for forty-four years old, and she always told me how I got better looking with age. Was my whole life a lie? How long had she been cheating on me? Was it one guy or a bunch of them? These were the questions that raced through my brain until she walked into the living room.
“Honey, are you going to shower before bed?”
I looked at Gwen standing there in her robe, her hair wet from the shower, and I didn’t answer her. What was I going to do. Should I confront her about the pictures? I didn’t care that they were on her phone and that she might get pissed because she thought I was snooping. In fact I'd been looking for pictures from our recent vacation that I could print for my office. I continued to stare at her with no answer.
“Honey, are you okay?”
I decided not to say anything. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. Maybe because the kids were upstairs and if I confronted her there was no way either of us would be able to keep our voices down.
“Um, yeah... I mean no, I’m not going to shower tonight.”
“Okay, well don’t stay up too late, I hate falling asleep without you in bed next to me.”
Gwen walked down the hall to our bedroom and I heard the door shut. What a fucking bitch. How dare she have the nerve to tell me she didn’t like falling asleep without me? That fucking cunt was sucking some other man’s cock and she had the balls to tell me not to stay up late.
I sat there for five minutes, not doing anything; what was I supposed to do? I checked my phone and the text of the pictures had come through. I don’t know why but I looked at them again. I studied them, looking for anything that would tell me who the guy was or where the pictures were taken. After ten minutes I couldn’t come up with an answer.
But I looked at them again, and this time I was looking at Gwen. At how sexy she was, at how nasty she looked in the picture. I looked at her lips wrapped around a hard cock, how the cock stretched her mouth open as she swallowed it. I looked at the picture with her tits covered in cum and wondered had he fucked her before she sucked him off and let him cum on her tits.
At some point while looking at the pictures I realized I was hard. This disgusted me even more, a husband getting hard looking at dirty pictures of his wife with another man. What was wrong with me? I closed my phone and walked to the bedroom.
As I was getting undressed I kept looking at Gwen lying in our bed, the bed we had shared for many years and had made love in countless times. When I laid down next to her she turned and put her head on my shoulder like she did many nights. She wasn’t acting any different; she was a master of lies and deception.
After ten minutes I couldn’t fall asleep - all I could think about were those pictures. The same questions popped into my head: Who was he? Where were they? How long had this been going on? Was he the only guy? Was she in love with him?
As I pondered all these questions over and over I could feel my cock getting hard again and I hated myself for it. I looked over at Gwen, who was sleeping, and the only thing I wanted was her. I didn’t want to make love or have sex, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to do it harder and longer than the guy in the picture.
I reached over and ran my hand up her leg; it was as smooth as always. As my hand ran further up her leg I could feel Gwen stir in her sleep. When my hand reached the highest point of her inner thigh and then moved to her crotch she turned and looked at me with sleepy eyes.
“Not tonight John, I’m too tired.”
‘Not tonight.' That wasn’t going to cut it. I'd found pictures of her sucking some other guy off, and for some reason my cock was hard because of it; tonight was going to happen. I didn’t say a word as she turned back away from me to fall asleep, but I wasn’t having it. I spun her around in bed so she was on her back and my hand quickly made it back to her crotch and onto to her shaven pussy. I could feel she wasn’t wearing panties, which was probably a good thing because if she had been I would have ripped them off. Her eyes were now wide open.
“John, I told you I’m tired, please let me go to sleep.”
I didn’t care what she said, I wasn’t going to listen. Tonight I was getting what I wanted. My fingers ran up and down her slit and I could feel the moisture forming. When I felt she was wet enough I slid my finger inside her pussy and began to finger her. Gwen reached down to stop me but I grabbed her hand with my other hand and pinned it over her head. Her eyes got wide, whether in fear or excitement, I didn’t care.
I continued to finger her increasingly wet pussy and she soon realized it was going to happen tonight. She stopped squirming on the bed and let her legs fall open so I would have better access. I stared her in the eyes as I fingered her, not saying a word as she began to moan. When I felt she was wet enough for me to fuck her I slid my hand out of her cunt, causing her to let out a small whine of disappointment.
I grabbed hold of her hips and violently flipped her onto her stomach, and then pulled her back so she was on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and lifted the flimsy nightgown so her ass was in view. Gwen looked over her shoulder at me, and when she saw the look in my eyes she knew she would not be able to stop me - and I knew she didn’t want to.
“Do it, John, put it in and fuck me.”
I ran the head of my cock up and down her lips to coat it with her juices and then I lined it up to her pussy and looked at her. The only woman I loved, the woman who I had children with who I would do anything for, and she had cheated on me and now I was going to fuck her. I slid forward forcing my cock to enter her wet pussy and once it was all the way inside her I held it there for a second, not knowing what I was waiting for and then Gwen said.
“Yes, John, do it... fuck me.”
And fuck her I did. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her like an animal. This was not lovemaking or even sex, this was me taking what I wanted. My balls slapped against her with every thrust forward I made. The sounds of my cock penetrating her cunt filled most of the room and the rest was filled with her moans and my grunts.
I pictured her and the man in the picture, I pictured him fucking her from behind and I wanted to do it better and harder. Gwen kept moaning, telling me to fuck her, telling me she was going to cum, and I didn’t care. This was for me, and as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her I could feel my balls fill and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind I saw the picture of Gwen on her knees sucking the strangers cock and it enraged me, forcing me to fuck faster. And when I imagined the picture of her on her knees, her tits covered in cum, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m cummin'!”
For the next twenty seconds I unloaded my cum deep into my wife’s cunt. I kept fucking her until I knew I had drained every drop of cum from inside me. When I was finished I pulled out and looked at my softening cock, covered in her juices and my cum. I wondered if Gwen cleaned the stranger's cock with her mouth after he fucked her. I rolled over and grabbed a towel and wiped my cock clean. When I looked over at Gwen she had a surprised look on her face.
“Where did that come from, John?”
“I don’t know, I just needed to fuck you tonight.”
“Well I’m glad you did, it was great, but you could have held on a little longer and let me cum too.”
She had the nerve to be upset that I didn’t let her cum. Did her lover make her cum? Did he wait for her to get off before he blew his load all over her tits? I almost went off on her and told her I found the pictures, but I didn’t.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just couldn’t hold back.”
“It’s okay, but next time I get to cum first.”
Gwen got up and went to the bathroom to wipe my dripping cum from her fucked pussy. By the time she got back in bed I was already asleep. I slept well that night; I didn’t dream of Gwen or the guy or anything to wake me up, and it was a restful sleep. But everything came back to me the next morning.
As I opened my eyes and looked at Gwen sleeping next to me all I could picture was her sucking dick - and not mine. As I showered I thought about me fucking her last night and what caused it, me looking at the pictures of her with another man. I got turned on again and had to jerk off in the shower. I was disgusted with myself. As I got dressed for work Gwen woke up and smiled at me, the same smile I fell in love with years ago.
“Well last night was a surprise, thank you.”
“Um, yeah, you’re welcome. I need to go to the office, I’ll be home later tonight.”
“Okay.”
I left without kissing her goodbye, which I never did. I didn’t know if I could kiss her after seeing a picture of another man’s cock in her mouth. As I drove to work I decided I needed a plan. Was I going to divorce her? Was I going to confront her? Was I even going to say anything to her?
By the time I got to the office I'd decided that before I made a serious decision like this I needed more information. If this was a one-time only thing maybe I could live with it, but I needed to know if there were other times. I thought that if she had taken pictures this time, then she would have taken pictures if she had done it before. I needed to know if she was fucking other guys during the day while I was at work, or if it was just a one-time drunken thing. I knew what I needed to do.
I did a little research online, and when I found what I was looking for I made the call. He said we could meet in an hour at my office. During the next hour the same thoughts went through my head, and I could feel myself get more and more upset - and then I'd get turned on! Something was wrong with me.
He was right on time, something that in his business I’m sure was important. My secretary showed him into my office, and as she shut the door I told her I didn’t want to be disturbed.
“Mr. Green, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Mr. Haring, not a problem at all.”
We both stood there waiting for the other to say something. I assumed Mr. Green had been in these types of meetings before and had way more experience with them than I did. He realized this too and started the conversation.
“Is this business or personal?”
“Personal.”
“I see. First thing you need to know is that I work for you and you alone. No one else but you gets any information that I may or may not find, understood?”
“Yes.”
“That said, this will go a lot quicker and be a lot easier if you tell me everything. If you leave something out it will not help me do my job. And I promise you I have dealt with all kinds of situations, so whatever situation you are in, it will not shock me.”
“Okay. I guess it is pretty simple. My wife is cheating on me.”
“How do you know?”
I handed Mr. Green my phone. I had already pulled the pictures up and as he looked at them he showed no emotion. I had a pretty good feeling he had seen stuff like this before in his line of work. He studied them for a minute and handed my phone back to me.
“Okay, what would you like me to do?”
“I want to know if this was a one-time thing, or is it ongoing? I want to know how long she has been cheating on me, and I would like proof. If there are more pictures I want to know about them, and if she is fucking some guy during the day I want to know about it.”
“I understand. And the guy, do you want to know who he is?”
I had not thought about the guy and who he was. Was he my best friend? Someone who worked for me? Maybe her trainer? And if I found out who he was, what would I do?
“If you can find out who he is that’s fine, but I care more about Gwen and how long this has been going on. What do you need from me?”
“I need her full name, social security number, phone number and email address. I would suggest you get me access to her computer so I can check to see if there is anything on there.”
“Okay, not a problem. What else?”
“A week. I need you to give me a week.”
“A week? That seems like a long time.”
“It is. And now I’m going to give you a piece of advice; get out of town for the next week. Tell her you have a business trip or something. One, it will be easier for her to cheat if you are out of town, and two, I promise you will not be able to deal with the everyday interaction with her knowing what you know right now.”
I thought about what Mr. Green had said and it made perfect since. If I was out of town for a week, then Gwen would not have to worry about sneaking around on me. And he was also right about me seeing her every day. There was no way I could hide my anger if I had to sleep in the same bed as her every night.
I told Mr. Green to start immediately. I told him I would get out of town for a few days, and we agreed to meet at my office in a week to discuss what he'd found. I gave him the alarm code to the house so he could get in and check Gwen’s computer.
After he left I told my secretary I was heading home to pack a bag because a big meeting had come up out of town. As I drove home I called Gwen and told her the same thing. She seemed genuinely upset that I would be gone, but I could not tell when she was lying and when she was telling the truth anymore. She was at a luncheon and would not be able to get home before I had to leave, and I told her it was alright and I would call her later that night.
It didn’t take me long to pack a bag and then get on the road. I didn’t know where I was going, I just needed to leave town. As I drove I kept thinking about those pictures and wondering what else Mr. Green would find and as I thought about it my cock grew in my pants and I beat down on the steering wheel in anger - anger at myself for getting turned on by my cheating wife.
Author's note; As always, please leave a comment to let me know what you think.
When I scrolled back to the previous picture it was her again, still on her knees, except she had a cock in her mouth and was looking up at the camera. You could obviously tell she was enjoying herself.
The third picture showed her completely naked lying on a bed. She had a great body for a forty-one year old. She spent an hour a day at the gym, and although time couldn’t be stopped from adding just a hint of weight to her hips, any mam would kill for his wife to have the body that mine did. She was smiling at the camera and the picture showed her shaven pussy and glistening lips. The three pictures showed my wife, Gwen, looking hot, nasty and like she was having the time of her life. The only problem was… I didn’t take them.
I sat on my sofa staring at the pictures in my wife’s phone and had no idea what to think. They were obviously taken recently, and since we had been married for twenty-three years it meant she had been with another man. She had cheated on me. I thought we had the perfect marriage for the last twenty-three years. We had two children who we both adored. I owned my own business that let us live a life better than most people did.
Gwen hadn’t worked in fifteen years, and her only job was to raise the kids - which she did an excellent job of - and keep the house in order. Why the fuck, then, did she have pictures on her phone with another guy’s dick in her mouth and cum dripping down her tits?
I heard the shower turn off and quickly texted the pictures from Gwen’s phone to mine. I then deleted the text from her phone so she wouldn’t know.
I sat there in silence, in shock, not knowing what to think of my wife. I gave her everything she ever asked for. Our sex life was above average, we had sex at least once a week, which was way more than any of our friends. I was in good shape for forty-four years old, and she always told me how I got better looking with age. Was my whole life a lie? How long had she been cheating on me? Was it one guy or a bunch of them? These were the questions that raced through my brain until she walked into the living room.
“Honey, are you going to shower before bed?”
I looked at Gwen standing there in her robe, her hair wet from the shower, and I didn’t answer her. What was I going to do. Should I confront her about the pictures? I didn’t care that they were on her phone and that she might get pissed because she thought I was snooping. In fact I'd been looking for pictures from our recent vacation that I could print for my office. I continued to stare at her with no answer.
“Honey, are you okay?”
I decided not to say anything. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. Maybe because the kids were upstairs and if I confronted her there was no way either of us would be able to keep our voices down.
“Um, yeah... I mean no, I’m not going to shower tonight.”
“Okay, well don’t stay up too late, I hate falling asleep without you in bed next to me.”
Gwen walked down the hall to our bedroom and I heard the door shut. What a fucking bitch. How dare she have the nerve to tell me she didn’t like falling asleep without me? That fucking cunt was sucking some other man’s cock and she had the balls to tell me not to stay up late.
I sat there for five minutes, not doing anything; what was I supposed to do? I checked my phone and the text of the pictures had come through. I don’t know why but I looked at them again. I studied them, looking for anything that would tell me who the guy was or where the pictures were taken. After ten minutes I couldn’t come up with an answer.
But I looked at them again, and this time I was looking at Gwen. At how sexy she was, at how nasty she looked in the picture. I looked at her lips wrapped around a hard cock, how the cock stretched her mouth open as she swallowed it. I looked at the picture with her tits covered in cum and wondered had he fucked her before she sucked him off and let him cum on her tits.
At some point while looking at the pictures I realized I was hard. This disgusted me even more, a husband getting hard looking at dirty pictures of his wife with another man. What was wrong with me? I closed my phone and walked to the bedroom.
As I was getting undressed I kept looking at Gwen lying in our bed, the bed we had shared for many years and had made love in countless times. When I laid down next to her she turned and put her head on my shoulder like she did many nights. She wasn’t acting any different; she was a master of lies and deception.
After ten minutes I couldn’t fall asleep - all I could think about were those pictures. The same questions popped into my head: Who was he? Where were they? How long had this been going on? Was he the only guy? Was she in love with him?
As I pondered all these questions over and over I could feel my cock getting hard again and I hated myself for it. I looked over at Gwen, who was sleeping, and the only thing I wanted was her. I didn’t want to make love or have sex, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to do it harder and longer than the guy in the picture.
I reached over and ran my hand up her leg; it was as smooth as always. As my hand ran further up her leg I could feel Gwen stir in her sleep. When my hand reached the highest point of her inner thigh and then moved to her crotch she turned and looked at me with sleepy eyes.
“Not tonight John, I’m too tired.”
‘Not tonight.' That wasn’t going to cut it. I'd found pictures of her sucking some other guy off, and for some reason my cock was hard because of it; tonight was going to happen. I didn’t say a word as she turned back away from me to fall asleep, but I wasn’t having it. I spun her around in bed so she was on her back and my hand quickly made it back to her crotch and onto to her shaven pussy. I could feel she wasn’t wearing panties, which was probably a good thing because if she had been I would have ripped them off. Her eyes were now wide open.
“John, I told you I’m tired, please let me go to sleep.”
I didn’t care what she said, I wasn’t going to listen. Tonight I was getting what I wanted. My fingers ran up and down her slit and I could feel the moisture forming. When I felt she was wet enough I slid my finger inside her pussy and began to finger her. Gwen reached down to stop me but I grabbed her hand with my other hand and pinned it over her head. Her eyes got wide, whether in fear or excitement, I didn’t care.
I continued to finger her increasingly wet pussy and she soon realized it was going to happen tonight. She stopped squirming on the bed and let her legs fall open so I would have better access. I stared her in the eyes as I fingered her, not saying a word as she began to moan. When I felt she was wet enough for me to fuck her I slid my hand out of her cunt, causing her to let out a small whine of disappointment.
I grabbed hold of her hips and violently flipped her onto her stomach, and then pulled her back so she was on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and lifted the flimsy nightgown so her ass was in view. Gwen looked over her shoulder at me, and when she saw the look in my eyes she knew she would not be able to stop me - and I knew she didn’t want to.
“Do it, John, put it in and fuck me.”
I ran the head of my cock up and down her lips to coat it with her juices and then I lined it up to her pussy and looked at her. The only woman I loved, the woman who I had children with who I would do anything for, and she had cheated on me and now I was going to fuck her. I slid forward forcing my cock to enter her wet pussy and once it was all the way inside her I held it there for a second, not knowing what I was waiting for and then Gwen said.
“Yes, John, do it... fuck me.”
And fuck her I did. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her like an animal. This was not lovemaking or even sex, this was me taking what I wanted. My balls slapped against her with every thrust forward I made. The sounds of my cock penetrating her cunt filled most of the room and the rest was filled with her moans and my grunts.
I pictured her and the man in the picture, I pictured him fucking her from behind and I wanted to do it better and harder. Gwen kept moaning, telling me to fuck her, telling me she was going to cum, and I didn’t care. This was for me, and as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her I could feel my balls fill and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind I saw the picture of Gwen on her knees sucking the strangers cock and it enraged me, forcing me to fuck faster. And when I imagined the picture of her on her knees, her tits covered in cum, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m cummin'!”
For the next twenty seconds I unloaded my cum deep into my wife’s cunt. I kept fucking her until I knew I had drained every drop of cum from inside me. When I was finished I pulled out and looked at my softening cock, covered in her juices and my cum. I wondered if Gwen cleaned the stranger's cock with her mouth after he fucked her. I rolled over and grabbed a towel and wiped my cock clean. When I looked over at Gwen she had a surprised look on her face.
“Where did that come from, John?”
“I don’t know, I just needed to fuck you tonight.”
“Well I’m glad you did, it was great, but you could have held on a little longer and let me cum too.”
She had the nerve to be upset that I didn’t let her cum. Did her lover make her cum? Did he wait for her to get off before he blew his load all over her tits? I almost went off on her and told her I found the pictures, but I didn’t.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just couldn’t hold back.”
“It’s okay, but next time I get to cum first.”
Gwen got up and went to the bathroom to wipe my dripping cum from her fucked pussy. By the time she got back in bed I was already asleep. I slept well that night; I didn’t dream of Gwen or the guy or anything to wake me up, and it was a restful sleep. But everything came back to me the next morning.
As I opened my eyes and looked at Gwen sleeping next to me all I could picture was her sucking dick - and not mine. As I showered I thought about me fucking her last night and what caused it, me looking at the pictures of her with another man. I got turned on again and had to jerk off in the shower. I was disgusted with myself. As I got dressed for work Gwen woke up and smiled at me, the same smile I fell in love with years ago.
“Well last night was a surprise, thank you.”
“Um, yeah, you’re welcome. I need to go to the office, I’ll be home later tonight.”
“Okay.”
I left without kissing her goodbye, which I never did. I didn’t know if I could kiss her after seeing a picture of another man’s cock in her mouth. As I drove to work I decided I needed a plan. Was I going to divorce her? Was I going to confront her? Was I even going to say anything to her?
By the time I got to the office I'd decided that before I made a serious decision like this I needed more information. If this was a one-time only thing maybe I could live with it, but I needed to know if there were other times. I thought that if she had taken pictures this time, then she would have taken pictures if she had done it before. I needed to know if she was fucking other guys during the day while I was at work, or if it was just a one-time drunken thing. I knew what I needed to do.
I did a little research online, and when I found what I was looking for I made the call. He said we could meet in an hour at my office. During the next hour the same thoughts went through my head, and I could feel myself get more and more upset - and then I'd get turned on! Something was wrong with me.
He was right on time, something that in his business I’m sure was important. My secretary showed him into my office, and as she shut the door I told her I didn’t want to be disturbed.
“Mr. Green, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Mr. Haring, not a problem at all.”
We both stood there waiting for the other to say something. I assumed Mr. Green had been in these types of meetings before and had way more experience with them than I did. He realized this too and started the conversation.
“Is this business or personal?”
“Personal.”
“I see. First thing you need to know is that I work for you and you alone. No one else but you gets any information that I may or may not find, understood?”
“Yes.”
“That said, this will go a lot quicker and be a lot easier if you tell me everything. If you leave something out it will not help me do my job. And I promise you I have dealt with all kinds of situations, so whatever situation you are in, it will not shock me.”
“Okay. I guess it is pretty simple. My wife is cheating on me.”
“How do you know?”
I handed Mr. Green my phone. I had already pulled the pictures up and as he looked at them he showed no emotion. I had a pretty good feeling he had seen stuff like this before in his line of work. He studied them for a minute and handed my phone back to me.
“Okay, what would you like me to do?”
“I want to know if this was a one-time thing, or is it ongoing? I want to know how long she has been cheating on me, and I would like proof. If there are more pictures I want to know about them, and if she is fucking some guy during the day I want to know about it.”
“I understand. And the guy, do you want to know who he is?”
I had not thought about the guy and who he was. Was he my best friend? Someone who worked for me? Maybe her trainer? And if I found out who he was, what would I do?
“If you can find out who he is that’s fine, but I care more about Gwen and how long this has been going on. What do you need from me?”
“I need her full name, social security number, phone number and email address. I would suggest you get me access to her computer so I can check to see if there is anything on there.”
“Okay, not a problem. What else?”
“A week. I need you to give me a week.”
“A week? That seems like a long time.”
“It is. And now I’m going to give you a piece of advice; get out of town for the next week. Tell her you have a business trip or something. One, it will be easier for her to cheat if you are out of town, and two, I promise you will not be able to deal with the everyday interaction with her knowing what you know right now.”
I thought about what Mr. Green had said and it made perfect since. If I was out of town for a week, then Gwen would not have to worry about sneaking around on me. And he was also right about me seeing her every day. There was no way I could hide my anger if I had to sleep in the same bed as her every night.
I told Mr. Green to start immediately. I told him I would get out of town for a few days, and we agreed to meet at my office in a week to discuss what he'd found. I gave him the alarm code to the house so he could get in and check Gwen’s computer.
After he left I told my secretary I was heading home to pack a bag because a big meeting had come up out of town. As I drove home I called Gwen and told her the same thing. She seemed genuinely upset that I would be gone, but I could not tell when she was lying and when she was telling the truth anymore. She was at a luncheon and would not be able to get home before I had to leave, and I told her it was alright and I would call her later that night.
It didn’t take me long to pack a bag and then get on the road. I didn’t know where I was going, I just needed to leave town. As I drove I kept thinking about those pictures and wondering what else Mr. Green would find and as I thought about it my cock grew in my pants and I beat down on the steering wheel in anger - anger at myself for getting turned on by my cheating wife.
Author's note; As always, please leave a comment to let me know what you think.
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