Wife admits to being a whore

The letter arrived out of the blue and when I opened it my heart ran cold. There in bold letters it said that my lovely wife was having an affair. It was signed simply, a friend.

I really couldn’t believe it, we’d only been married three years, our sex life was good, at least I thought so, I was making good money, we had just about everything we wanted, so why would she play around. The letter suggested that next time I go away on business, I get some one to watch her.

That night as we sat there watching TV I kept stealing glances at her. Jane was 25 years old, pretty but not beautiful in a model sense, she had a full figure with long legs and large tits and always dressed pretty conservatively. She didn’t drink but she did enjoy socialising and we had a good group of friends, or so I thought. The more I looked the worse it got until in the end I feigned a headache and went to bed.

As European Director I travelled a lot, two days here, three there, giving Jane time to enjoy herself at home. I earned enough money for her not to work and in all other ways she was a model wife. I was due in France in two days and all I could think of was will she fuck around while I’m away. In the end I decided to cancel the trip but not tell her.

Wednesday morning I kept up pretences and left for the airport as usual. “Bye Hon, see you on Friday,” she said planting a big kiss on my cheek.”

“Any plans while I’m away,” I asked, “oh, usual thing, I’ll probably have some friends over, go shopping, that sort of thing, go on or you’ll be late for your flight.” I drove a mile to the nearest hotel and checked in for one night.

All day I was on tender hooks, hoping for dear life that the letter was wrong. All sorts of things went through my mind; what would I do if I caught her, suppose it was more than one man, what if they were bigger than me, the more I thought about it the worse it became. By six o’clock I was a nervous wreck. I changed into a black polo neck, dark slacks and a leather jacket and slowly walked the mile back to my house. The lounge lights were on and the curtains drawn so I hid in the trees across the road.

Half an hour went by but nothing had happened. Was he already in there, had she gone out and left the lights on, I was thinking all sorts again. Rationality kicked in and the voice said, “maybe your wrong, she’s probably sitting there, feet up watching TV.” Yeah, of course she is, how could I have dou … A car pulled up in front of the house. I vaguely recognised it. A tall man got out carrying a bottle and headed for my front door. Jane answered it and invited him in.

My hands were clammy and my heart was pumping like mad. What should I do? It took about 20 minutes before my muddled brain made a decision and I found myself making my way down the side of the house. The lounge is 30 feet lounge extending the whole length of the house. It has bay windows at one end and a patio door at the rear. Unfortunately, with 20mm double glazed reinforced glass there was no way I was going to smash my way in and it also deadened any sound coming from the occupants. I searched for a way to see in.

Looking through the tinniest gap in the curtains I could just make out her legs. She was obviously sitting on the sofa with her legs stretched out in front of her. Again I started to doubt, maybe it’s just an old friend dropping by.

Then my heart stopped. A hand was making its way up Jane’s leg. As it went higher, so did her dress exposing her sexy lace stocking tops. It was when she opened her legs wide that I nearly died, she was sitting there with no knickers on exposing her freshly shaved cunt to this man. I stood spellbound as his fingers worked on her pussy lips making them wet before finally sliding two fingers into her cunt and frigging her like mad.

By :Tony King

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