My wife takes a lover, unaware that I am present

Helen and I have been married for 14 years and have two young sons. I’m 34, she’s 33, and it seemed like we had the perfect life. At least I thought so. We had reached a point in our sex lives where the passion had waned slightly. We were down to weekends and an occasional week night. I was comfortable with that, but Helen’s sex drive was inexplicably beginning to increase off the charts. It’s not that I didn’t want to have sex with her, it was just that she seemed like she wanted it almost constantly. It was something that we were now talking about often and from our conversations I knew that she was confiding in her friends at work. Helen was getting all sorts of advice from her friends ranging from pumping me full of Viagra to Helen taking a lover. None of their ideas seemed like legitimate options. At least that’s what I thought.

In our neighborhood, there is a commons area adjacent to our backyard. In the commons area was a tennis court. Helen enjoyed, occasionally, playing tennis there with some of her friends from work. Most were female, but there was the occasional male. It was always just tennis though. No funny business, so to speak. While Helen likes to play tennis, she is no muscle-bound athlete. She is 5’4″ tall and about 125 pounds with larger than normal breasts and nice soft middle-aged curves. Often, I would watch her from our bedroom window as she played. She wasn’t very good, but then again she wasn’t playing competitively. She would usually be wearing short, tight shorts, which showed off her soft ass and thin legs. Her large breasts would bounce as she moved around. I would sometimes wonder what her male playing partners thought of the view they were getting. I was seeing her from a couple hundred feet away. They could see her shapely ass and bouncing tits up close as they played. Did they want to fuck her? Did they ever try?

One afternoon, I arrived home from a business trip in the early evening to an empty house. Helen wasn’t around. The kids, I found out later, were at her mother’s house. I was tired. I stripped out of my suit and had just changed into a pair of shorts, while looking for a t-shirt to go with them. I happened to glance out the bedroom window and noticed people at the tennis court. One of them was Helen and the other appeared to be a workmate, James. Unlike Helen, James is very athletic looking. He’s a decent looking guy, probably in his late 40’s and divorced. I had been gone for a week, so I was looking forward to sex with Helen. As I watched Helen in her tight shirt and shorts moving around, I found myself getting hard. My mind suddenly was taken back to some of our recent conversations of her friends telling her to take a lover. An image flashed into my head of James and Helen….in our bed. In this mental image, she was on her back and he was on top of her. I was imagining Helen writhing in pleasure from what she was getting from this make-believe lover. My guts tightened up. What in the world had come over me? Why was my cock still hard? Did I want her to fuck another man? Dammit, why was my cock still so hard?

Just then, I saw Helen lunge and swing and miss at a ball. She immediately grabbed her shoulder and started stretching it. James ran to the net, then they both left the court and started heading towards the house as Helen tried to stretch out what we found out later was just a strained muscle. Usually, when Helen is done playing tennis with her male friends, they don’t come into our house. I started to head out of the bedroom to go greet Helen, but froze when I heard James’s voice in our house. I stood in our bedroom for what seemed like hours trying to get myself to go downstairs, but something kept me there. I heard their voices get louder as then entered the living room. Like a child looking for Santa Claus at Christmas, I found myself peeking around the corner. From my position, I could see them standing and talking to each other.

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