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I got a phone call as I was getting dressed for work on Monday morning and as my wife, Janie could tell I was not very happy about it.

"I have to go to Detroit next weekend," I said. "The guy who was supposed to be repping us at the trade show is out sick. The boss thinks he won't have time to prepare after he gets back to work and might not even be healthy enough to go to the show at all. So it's me."

"Oh, that's too bad, honey. I'll miss you. When do you leave and when can I pick you up again at the airport?"

"I fly out Friday morning and the conference ends on Sunday afternoon so I should be able to get a flight back here by early evening Sunday." I looked at my wife appreciatively. "And I'll miss you, too."

It was easy to appreciate Janie. At twenty-six, she was ten years younger than I was. Her long black hair framed a gorgeous face and her slim body was perfect at 32B-24-35. I wasn't the only guy who had ever noticed how hot she was; she told me she had slept with eight or ten men, starting when she was sixteen. I wasn't bad looking for my age but I was always happy that she married me even if I never quite understood why she did.

I left for work and settled into a long week of planning and preparation. Janie went back across town to what she called her, "boring, stupid job," which put her up front to greet visitors to the office. We both got home tired and a little grumpy. She was opening a bottle of wine when I came in.

"Tom, I just can't face making dinner tonight. I don't like the idea of you going away. Why don't we take this wine upstairs with us and see what develops?"

I beamed and gave her a deep kiss. "My thoughts exactly," I said as I followed her up the stairs, dropping articles of clothing as I went. She set the wine down and led me into the bedroom, where she slowly stripped, a smile on her face until she had nothing on except a tiny black thong. She stood there facing me and beckoned with a finger.

"Come on, big boy, you know you want to fuck me," she purred, leaning against the dresser.

I did. I got on my knees in front of her, kissed her belly and grabbed hold of the top of her thong with my teeth. As I pulled it down I stopped halfway to let my tongue caress her vulva and I could feel her clitoris getting hard. When the thong hit the floor I laid into her pussy with my face, tonguing her clit with long, smooth strokes. She moaned a little and after a minute or two of this, she made me climb to my feet. She dropped to her knees and did the same thing with my underwear, pulling it down until my cock popped free then starting to lick me from the tip of my cock down to my balls and far beyond.

After a while of this, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into the bedroom, laying her on her back on the bed. I had no more ability to control myself so I did without any more foreplay and climbed on top of her, forcing my cock into her wet vagina. My cock was not quite fully hard and I tried to slam it as hard as I could but I could only last a minute before I came with a gush inside her.

She exhaled sharply and laughed as I rolled over. "One minute? That's all you got? I was just getting warmed up!" she said, kneading my cock until it started to recover. "Come on, Tom, this may be the last time we get to screw before you go out of town and start communing with the trade show hostesses."

I started to say something but let it go and instead began sucking on one of her perfect small breasts. I spent most of the next hour limp while she massaged me back to life. Finally, after an orgasm, she sat up and poured us some wine. "I'm sorry you're going away," she said. "Our spring office party at my boss' house is on Saturday and I was hoping you would come with me."

I groaned. "I'm sorry, Janie, really. I promise to make it up to you. Besides, you always enjoy your office parties so I'm sure you will be fine without me."

*

The week went by and on Friday morning I kissed Janie goodbye, said I would call on Sunday when I knew about my flight home and rolled my suitcase out to the waiting Lyft car. She stood in the doorway watching me with a look I could not decipher.

The flight was just over two hours and was smooth and uneventful. I got some reading done, then from my business class seat, I was one of the first onto the jetway. As I stepped into the departure lounge, my phone rang with a call labeled 'number blocked'. "Hello?" I said.

A woman's voice responded, "Hello, is that Tom?"

"Yes - who's this?"

"My name doesn't matter, Tom, but I work with Janie. We're good friends."

"Janie? Is she alright?" I asked with alarm.

"Yes, she's fine. And tonight I'm afraid she will be feeling much, much better."

"I don't understand."

"Tom, I suspected you were a trusting husband so I decided to call you. Janie told me she has a date tonight."

The words hit me like a punch in my stomach. "What - I don't understand! What do you mean she has a date?"

"She is going to go out with one of the guys we work with. Jeff." I remembered Jeff, a tall, muscular blond guy who was Janie's age if that.

"G… going out to do what?"

The woman did not respond to that directly but said, "Look, Tom, when a married woman goes on a date, she's planning to get laid. I know it's painful for you to be cuckolded like this, but I thought you should find out right away so you can decide how to get on with your life. If anything else comes up that you should know about, I'll call you. Good luck." With that, she hung up.

I realized I was blocking the jetway exit so I quickly pulled my bag to a Starbuck's across the way. I got a latte then sat down and gazed out the window with unfocused eyes. Part of me couldn't believe what I had just heard but part of me started to think it could be possible. Just the way Janie wriggled a little and smiled at hot guys had given me pause several times in the past.

*

I sleepwalked through the sessions that day then excused myself from the group and found a little Italian restaurant with a quiet corner table. I picked at my food but drank one glass of wine after another while I thought about what to do. By the time I got back to my room around 11 PM, I was not exercising a lot of judgment. I dropped my suit on the floor and lay on the bed in the semi-dark room, staring at the ceiling. Then with a nod, I made a decision and reached for my phone.

The previous year we had a house sitter whom we suspected was entertaining men - plural - in our home. I got mad and went out and bought some pinhole cameras and a system that I could access via my cell phone. Janie was opposed to the whole idea so I didn't tell her. I put one camera in our bedroom, one in the bathroom and one in the living room. 

The next time Janie and I were out of town, I turned on our bedroom camera with my phone and we were treated to half an hour of really wild fucking starring the house sitter and some guy. Janie watched spellbound, with a strange look on her face. When we got home I fired the house sitter.

I had never used the cameras to spy on Janie, but this time I had to find out if she was cheating on me. I opened the app on my phone, set it on the bed and went in to take a shower and brush my teeth. After that I sat on the bed in my underpants, watching an empty house. Most of the time I stayed on the image from the bedroom. After half an hour or so of this vigil, I heard the sound of the front door slamming. Half a minute later the bedroom door opened and Janie came in- alone. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, then she turned and called seductively to the hallway, "Come on in, Jeff, I have a few things I want to do to you." A moment later, Jeff appeared in the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a ripped muscular torso with washboard abs. Janie gave a low growl then went to her knees, pulled his pants and thong down, and began sucking his cock, which was very long and very thick- completely out of my league. I wondered if she would ever bother to suck my cock again.

They went at it for an hour and a half, fucking twice, rimming each other, finger-fucking each other's ass, Jeff fucking Janie's ass. At one point Jeff laughed and screamed, "I bet your cuckold husband never did that to you!"

Janie responded by saying meekly, "Don't call Tom that! I mean it!" 

It was a sex education class on steroids. They dozed off, Janie sprawled across Jeff's muscular chest in a way she never had with me. I left the cameras on but set my phone on the bedside table. I tried to sleep a bit myself but an hour or so later I was awakened by a man's voice saying, "Oh God, baby, you're going to make me explode!" I picked up the phone again and was treated to a ringside seat on a fabulous, athletic fuck; as porn it was great. 

Twice more during the night, they woke me with their moans and screams. Finally, about 4 AM I turned off the video feed, just leaving the motion-sensitive cameras recording in case Janie brought Jeff home again the next night.

The next morning I dragged myself out of my sleepless bed and into the shower, where I literally drowned my sorrows. As I was toweling off my phone rang and I quickly picked it up. It was the same unnamed woman.

"Good morning, Tom. I hope you slept well."

"Not so much, actually."

"Were you able to confirm Janie's date in any way?"

"Oh, yes. I have video of her fucking Jeff's brains out. I was up all night watching them."

"That's great! That you were able to catch her I mean, not great that she was doing it. And I wouldn't worry too much about Jeff's brains, he doesn't use them much. Are his abs and cock as fantastic as I remember?"

I hesitate for a moment. "So that's why you are feeding me information. You want them to break up so you can have him again yourself!"

"Sure, and what's so wrong about that? Don't you want them to break up too?"

"I haven't decided what to do about this."

"Don't be so limp, Tom. She cheated on you with a stud muffin with a spectacular cock. And he fucked your wife. You don't owe them any consideration."

"For Jeff, no. He can go to hell for all I care. But I haven't decided yet what to think about Janie."

"Well for what it's worth when she told me she had a date with Jeff I asked, ‘What about Tom? Are you through with him?' She replied that she loves you and you are a gentle lover but sometimes she needed to get plowed by someone else for a change. That's the word she used, ‘plowed.' I'll see her at the office party tonight and I'll ask her how her date went. Talk to you tomorrow." And she hung up.

*

I had been so wrapped up in Janie's Friday night date that I hadn't thought about the office party at all. I had been to almost all of them with Janie. Some were just a rented room at a restaurant with a small band and a lot of alcohol. The most recent one was at the boss' house and it was a lot wilder - women getting heavily groped and losing clothing on the dance floor, guys disappearing upstairs with other guys' wives or out in the dark end of the huge backyard - just a really wild scene.

 About midnight, one of the guys asked us if we wanted to come to an after-party. I remembered Janie looking at me hopefully but I was exhausted so we went home.

It was Saturday and I tried hard to turn my attention back to the trade show but it was tough to concentrate on it. Once again I begged off the group's plans for dinner and went back to the same little Italian place I had eaten at the night before. Once again, I got drunk- twice in two nights, though it had been years since the last time. I went back to my room and crashed.

This time I slept soundly and was awakened Sunday morning by my cell phone's ringing. It was the same woman.

"Okay, mystery lady, how was the office party? Was Janie there with Jeff again?"

"I should tell you my name is Sarah, and I'm sorry for the mystery. No, they came in separate cars and didn't spend much time together. Jeff tried to get her to go upstairs with him to screw but she pulled her arm loose and yelled, ‘Go fuck yourself!!' He was shitfaced embarrassed and stood there looking around at all the people who suddenly were looking at him. Then he yelled, ‘You'll be sorry, bitch!' and stormed out.

"The party was about as wild as last year's. By midnight it was breaking up and some people were leaving for an afterparty somewhere. I had drunk too much and could barely stand up so I had someone call me a Lyft and went home. 

"Was Janie one of the people going to the after-party?"

"Yes, she was. This morning I called Janie to see if she went and how she was and she told me she was wiped out and hung over. I asked her if she had a good time after Jeff left and she said ‘That bastard! I... I can't talk about this.' She really sounded upset and she hung up."

"Okay. Just call me if there is anything else I need to know." I hung up.

I was having a hard time processing all this news then I remembered that I had promised Janie I would call her Sunday morning. It was still early, so first I went and ate breakfast and the coffee made me feel more human. Then I dialed her cell.

"Hello?" she said in a weak, tentative voice.

"Hi, honey," I said through gritted teeth, "how are you?"

"Oh, Tom, I'm glad it's you! I am so wiped out after the party last night, I'm just going to sleep for a few more hours. How are you? When will your plane get in? I promised I would pick you up."

"My flight arrives at 6:30 PM but you sound really tired or something. Don't come to the airport. I will take a Lyft."

I thought I heard a little relief in her voice. "If you're sure you will be alright with the Lyft, I really would appreciate the time to get my act back together here."

An odd thing to tell your husband, I thought, but said, "Okay, I'll see you about 7:30."

I started to hang up, then I heard her say in a small voice, "I love you, Tom." I didn't respond.

*

Just about 7:30 the limo rolled up to the house and the driver retrieved my bag. I went to the front door and used my key to get in. I walked straight into the living room and found Janie on her hands and knees with a wet rag, trying to get a red wine stain out of the carpet. When she saw me she sat back and said, "Oh, Tom, I'm so glad you're home!" She got up and put her arms around my chest and kissed me deeply.

I had learned long ago to trust my body. This time, my body was resisting her, trying to protect me. Janie stood back and looked at me, guilt written all over her face.

"I think we should sit down and talk, Janie. I'll get us a glass of wine." She started to say something, then plopped onto a dining room chair. I opened the fridge and saw not one bottle of wine but several at various levels of fullness and several beers from two different brewers. I started to say something but instead just got a bottle of Pinot then reached up for the last two glasses on the shelf above. This was odd so I looked in the dishwasher and saw the top rack was full.

I brought the wine and glasses to the table, sitting across from her. She looked like shit; I couldn't remember her ever looking like this before. I looked in her eyes and asked, "So how was your weekend? Did you have any fun?"

"Oh, it was okay - I guess," she said, shifting her head away. "Friday I just had a few drinks with some women from work then came home, watched TV for a while and crashed." I could see her shifting her eyes down to the right.

"Really? I thought you had a date," I said with my face impassive.  I watched as the color drained out of her face.

"I… No, I mean… What made you think I had a date? I would never do that to you!"

I smiled and said, "So how do you explain this?" I pulled my phone out, scrolled to the app and started it, holding it so both of us could see the picture.

"Oh my God, the nanny cam!" she cried as she watched Jeff's cock plunge into her. "God, I never wanted to hurt you!"

"That's Jeff, isn't it? From work. I couldn't  help noticing he has a huge cock - it must have been big fun for you."

"Jeff! That bastard! I… I'm so sorry!" She put her head in her hands on the table and cried.

I was puzzled. "Why is Jeff a bastard now? On Friday night you were seriously into him."

She held one hand to her mouth as if she were going to vomit. I let her sit there, even though I knew I was just giving her more time to make up a lie. Just then my phone rang, and I stepped out into the hall to take it.

"Hi Tom, it's Sarah."

"Hi, Sarah. Look, I'm in the middle of talking with Janie so I need to get back to it."

‘Okay, but there is something I meant to tell you the other night. This wasn't the first time. I've worked with Janie for five years, and during all those years she was going on dates every time you were out of town. I admit I did it too. Sometimes we would double-date in one bed. During the week we would gossip about the guys we did and compare notes on their cocks, laughing about the small ones."

I felt like my understanding of a limited problem just blew up. "Okay, Sarah, thanks for letting me know. I should get back." I hung up the phone and went back to the dining room, where Janie was sitting with her head in her hands.

Finally, she raised her head and said, "I won't lie to you anymore about Friday night, Tom. Jeff and I went to dinner, then to a club to dance, then back here to… well, you saw. He stayed all night. It was wrong, I know it, but I haven't been fucked like that since I was sixteen!"

"How marvelous for you. How long has this been going on?"

"This was the first time, I swear! With anybody! The only time!"

"Just so I'm clear, you want me to forgive you because Jeff was the first guy you cheated with?"

"Y-yes," she stammered. 

"Well see, that's strange because my sources," I used the plural deliberately, "in your office tell me you have been dating every time I was out of town almost since we got married."

Janie struggled to put words together. "Tom… listen to me, please! I felt awful about it after he left Saturday morning. I texted him that I had made a terrible mistake and that I didn't want to see him again." She stood and walked over to the counter where her phone was charging and opened it so I could see. "See? Here is the text." I read it ruefully, and it said what she had claimed.

"But I need to tell you about the office party last night. I got to my boss' house about the same time Jeff did and he immediately began hitting on me again. He told me that if I didn't keep… keep fucking him, he would tell you all about it. Then he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me upstairs to a bedroom. I screamed bloody murder and he had to let me go. Then he stomped out and drove off in his car.

"I was so relieved! I sat outside and cried a little bit and this really nice guy Jon came and found me and sat with me for a while. It was very sweet of him. Then I went into a bathroom and fixed my makeup.

"Around midnight, the party was breaking up. There were several people standing talking about having an after-party but they didn't have a place- some of them had small apartments and a couple of guys had wives asleep at home. So I said they could come here, and I asked Jon to come with me. It was three couples plus Jon and me. Jon rode with me in my car, and he looked and smelled great. I began to think it would be fun to fuck him- the others had all hooked up. So I drove with my left hand on the wheel and groped his package with my right.

"We got here and I got everybody a drink, mostly from the stuff they brought. The others put on a CD and started dancing and I took Jon up to our room and got royally laid. He wasn't as big as Jeff, but he had a wonderful tongue." She stopped long enough to take a drink of her wine.

"Anyway, after a while people began to leave. The three women had carpooled so it was immediately just me and four guys. We sat around a bit. I drank every glass anybody put in my hand and very soon I was on the verge of passing out. The guys carried me upstairs, helped me with my clothes and laid me down on the bed - I remember that much. 

"But then I must have pretty much passed out because the next thing I remember I was waking up and seeing Jeff, completely naked, stomping across the room. Then the other four guys from the after-party came running in only they were all naked too. They grabbed Jeff, took him downstairs and threw him out the door with his clothes flying after him."

I thought for a moment. "Why were all the other guys naked? Did you do all of them?"

She said painfully. "I don't know but I probably did. Honest, I was passed out. But they are nice guys so I must have seemed conscious enough to give them some kind of permission."

I remembered the camera had been recording Saturday night. "We're going to have another little movie, Janie, the video from last night. I haven't seen it yet so we'll find out together what did and didn't happen." I took my phone to access the camera recording, scrawled through until late when Janie and Jon came into the room. 

Without preamble, the video began showing them ripping each other's clothes off and Jon going down on Janie. The audio came to life when Janie screamed, "Oh God, fuck me with your tongue! God, this is great!" I fast-forwarded again through most of the sex and after they had dressed I fast-forwarded until the door opened again. This time there were four guys including Jon, and they were helping Janie get undressed and into bed, copping a few feels as they worked. She was barely conscious but was still talking to them. 

One of them came over to her and began kissing her and she asked, "Do you want to fuck me?" So he did. I realized the guy did not have a condom on when he had drained a load into her pussy. By that time they were all naked and none of them had condoms. Janie grabbed another guy's hand and pulled him down on top of her, mumbling over and over for him to fuck her. When he was finished, she did the same with the two others.

Watching the video, Janie looked like she was going to be sick.

Christ, I thought, what a mess. I thought I had a good, normal marriage.

Janie raised her head. "Tom, for what I did Friday with Jeff and for what I did with Jon, I have no excuse in the world because I was fully conscious of what I was doing. But I don't know what to say about the others." 

"You probably want to divorce me but I'm begging you not to. I've made a mess out of my wonderful life with you and I've hurt you badly. But I want to tell you some things so even if you can't forgive me maybe you can understand me a little bit.

"I told you I had slept with eight or ten guys before you. That's not exactly a vow of chastity but it was a complete lie. For four years from the time I was sixteen, I slept with somebody four or five times a week. Most of them I had never met before. Usually, I was dating one guy who thought he was the only one but on other nights I would go to a club or somebody's party and hook up with strangers. 

"I did everything - fucked two guys on the school roof, snuck out at night and sucked off a car full of guys in the back seat. I did jocks and guitar players and my tennis coach. In the summer I would hang around the community pool in my bikini and when a guy hit on me I would go wherever he wanted and fuck him. I didn't care anything about any of these guys and they made it clear they just thought I was a slut. 

"I really was a slut! The second time I caught gonorrhea it made me think about my life. I knew I was headed for some kind of serious trouble and I wanted a more normal life with someone who cared for me. Then you came along and I fell in love with you. It's probably hard for you to believe that now but I did. I felt so lucky that you were willing to have me.

"After we got married our sex life faded badly and pretty soon most weeks we were only doing it on Saturday afternoon. I felt so guilty about my past and lying to you about it that I assumed I was the source of the problem but that didn't stop me from dating other guys.

"You were always sweet and loving in bed but more and more I desperately wanted to be held down and fucked senseless. I tried once or twice to push you in that direction but it didn't work.

"Please, Tom, I want the life we had! If you will let me stay I will do anything you want- anything! For a start, I will quit my job on Monday and never see any of them again. Please give me another chance!"

I sat with my glass of wine still full, trying to get a handle on my feelings. One thing was really bugging me.

"Janie, why didn't you tell me about all this before we got married? It's not so much your wild sex life I can't deal with but marrying me and living with me without telling me the truth really hurts.

"If you needed some kind of outside sex, we could have talked about it. It wouldn't have made me happy at first but I would have tried to accommodate you and I'm sure I would have enjoyed some of it myself. I know I have always had trouble satisfying you, and I'm sure that was partly responsible for your behavior so I would have discussed it with you without jealousy or judgment. An open marriage, an occasional threesome, a permanent hall pass, an annual no-tell vacation without me - we could have worked something out!"

Janie looked somber and said quietly, "I didn't tell you, Tom, because I was afraid you wouldn't marry me. And by the time you proposed I was in love with you."

*

Two weeks went by, and I didn't throw her out. Neither did I sleep with her, although she asked every night and often cried when I said no. Janie quit her job and stayed at home during the days watching TV. She seemed to be dwelling on the whole mess so much that it was making her throw up. Then she missed her period, put two and two together and had to tell me she was pregnant.

"God, Tom, I hope it's from making love with you before you left on your trip! I'm happy to leave it at that and not do any paternity stuff if you're willing to keep me." She pleaded with her eyes. 

"NO, DAMMIT! If I raise a child without knowing who his father is, you and Jeff really will have cuckolded me!"

Janie gulped. "And what if we find out it's not yours? I know you don't like the idea of abortion and neither do I but if you tell me to get rid of it I will. Or give it up for adoption." Some maternal impulse made her twitch as if she could already feel the baby inside her.

"I don't know what I would do but we have to find out the truth. Your doctor can get the fetus' DNA, and we can have her match it against Jeff's. Since he… laid you Friday night, he's probably more likely than the Saturday night crowd to be the father. How can we get his DNA?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I can ask my friend Sarah at my old job. She used to see Jeff all the time for sex but she despises him as a person. She can get something from his desk or a can he drank from or a Kleenex he used or something."

"Okay, that's a plan. Call her."

A week later, the plot had succeeded. Sarah brought Janie a selection of Jeff. Used items, including a Kleenex from her apartment that he had thrown under her bed after he used it to clean himself up after screwing her. Janie wanted to go into her doctor's office alone to get the fetus' DNA so I would not be humiliated, but I insisted on being there to support her. After all, I told myself, it might be my child. 

We went and she told the doctor, a tall, grey-haired woman, the whole dirty story while I just sat there with my head down holding her hand. The doctor swabbed my cheek and told us she would take mine and Jeff's and the fetus' DNA and have them compared by a local lab. 

Three days later, she called and told Janie, "You got it right the first time, Janie. You don't need to test the other guys, the fetus' DNA is clearly related to the sample you labeled ‘Jeff.'"

"So… it's not Tom's baby?"

"No, it's not." She paused. "Janie, you've got quite a husband. He obviously really cares about you. In all the years I've been talking with wives about their pregnancies by other men, he is the first husband who ever sat here to support his wife. My opinion, just as your friend, is that you should not screw this up."

Janie gave me the news and I picked up my phone to call my lawyer, who for once was not busy. I told him the situation and asked for his advice. I listened for a while then hung up and faced Janie.

"Bruce says you hold all the cards. The DNA test should be enough to prove paternity and if Jeff has any sense he won't fight it. Bruce says if you keep the baby, you can expect at least $800-1,000 a month in child support for eighteen years. And if you testify and the other guys back you up, that he came to your house uninvited and came into your room naked, the judge will probably give you a no-contact order and make Jeff surrender his paternal rights so he would never be able to see the kid or tell him that he was his father."

She said nothing but looked at me sadly. "You told me you didn't want another man's baby. I know I've cuckolded you and I know covering up my past was the biggest cucking of all. I'm afraid if we keep it you would not be able to keep from resenting the child. But I will do anything you want, now or later.

"For now, Tom, will you let me back into your bed? I need you to hold me and love me every night and I'll do anything else you want too."

I didn't try to tell her what to do about the baby but ultimately she kept it and he (it was a boy) was born healthy. Luckily he looked mostly like Janie. We settled into a quiet young couple's marriage and my pain began to ease as I learned to love her- our- baby. So I took her back as my wife and lover. 

I knew I wasn't man enough to satisfy her every night so I began setting her up with attractive men. In return, she began bringing in girlfriends for threesomes with me, some of which were incredible- one lasted from Friday afternoon until Monday morning.

Most people wouldn't be able to deal with our marriage and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. But it isn't all bad, and we're still together.

The End