Written by Steven

Fact
23 Feb 2014


I had been suspicious for a while. Our lovemaking had become erratic – nothing for weeks then heavy sessions for a couple of days, then nothing. When we made love she was suddenly more adventurous. We have been married for 11 years – something was amiss but somehow I didn’t find the courage to get to the bottom of it – part of me was scared – I wanted to know but at the same time I didn’t.

It was a normal mundane Monday (three weeks ago) – I got up, drank coffee, shaved and showered etc and went off to work. My wife said she was working from home – she has the flexibility to do this quite a lot. When I got to work there was a problem with the servers - no one could log in and I messed around doing a few things that didn’t need me to get into the systems. A few people started to drift away at lunchtime when it became apparent that it would be at least 24 hours until everything was up and running again.

In hindsight it was a terrible error of judgment but at around 1:30 I decided to head home – and eat lunch there – knowing C was at home. I did intend to ring her from the car but I got into a phone conversation with someone else – a conversation that lasted longer than my journey – I parked on the drive in deep conversation hardly noticing that there was another car there I parked next to it and continued my discussion. When I finally hung up I did start to wonder about the car but grabbed my bag and entered the house through the side door –through the utility area and into the kitchen. I walked to the hallway to find C to tell her I was home and to ask whom the car belonged to but as I entered the hall my whole world was turned upside down – I heard the unmistakable sound of people making love – passionate love and that was my C moaning aloud. I was in the depths of despair; I was shaking with fear – perhaps she was masturbating and was alone – but what about the car, perhaps she was watching porn – but that was her groaning I knew that sound only too well. I sat at the bottom the stairs, tears pouring down my cheeks – how could she; I was listening to the sound of my wife cheating and I didn’t know what to do. I quickly in my emotional state decided that there was two courses of action open to me – slip back out of the house and pretend nothing had happened – and just return at 6:30 as normal. Or I could go up the stars and confront the issue and find out who was servicing my wife behind my back. As I sat there on the stairs trebling and crying – a heard all the old clichés as my wife and her lover talked dirty to each other, begged for more, shouted vulgar obscenities, declared love for each other, told the other they were about to come. The house fell silent for a while and I sat there contemplating what to do and whether I was going to be physically sick… I did wonder whether my mind would be made up for me and if they would come down stairs and catch me.

I must have sat there for at least another 10 minutes feeling sorry for myself – crying quietly thinking that our marriage was over and leaping ahead with thoughts of divorce etc. Eventually in an emotional state I quietly climbed the stairs, I stood outside the bedroom door for ages hoping to hear something I could hear muffled sounds but nothing of significance, with my heart in my mouth and my legs trembling I pulled the door handle down and slowly pushed the door open. What I saw will literally haunt me for the rest of my life – I know a lot of people claim to get off on this but I was absolutely horrified to see a naked man lying on our bed with his head between my wife’s legs – her legs were high in the air and her hands were holding his head forcing him to lick her cunt and for a few seconds I thought they hadn’t heard me but they had and both jumped up. It was amazing the detail you take in immediately, I noticed the man was fair haired, had a big cock (it was standing to attention), my wife’s cunt looked hairy, her tits looked huge and were bouncing about as she ran across the room. I was shouting ‘what the fuck’, I was considering punching this guy who was cowering looking for his clothes, trying to cover himself up, even my wife was trying to cover her breasts and her cunt with her hands. There was a lot of shouting and my wife was screaming that she was sorry – she was now crying and the tears were flowing from me – more than ever. The man grabbed his clothes and was down the stairs in a flash – for a second I went to follow him but abandoned the plan halfway down the stairs – I did smile later when I recall him opening the front door and running out with his clothes still stark naked.

I returned to our bedroom, C was sat on the bed wrapped in a towel crying uncontrollably, we couldn’t talk in this state – so nothing was said we just felt sorry for ourselves. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa in the living room and tried to make sense of what I had just witnessed – a man licking my wife’s cunt in our bed after he had no doubt fucked her a couple of times. My wife was clearly having and affair and I had just found out about it in the most unfortunate way possible. Now questions started springing into my head, why, for how long, was he the first, how many times, always in our marital bed, did he come in her, did she fuck me after she’d fucked him. With all this fizzing around in my head C appeared at the door and in the understatement of the century – she said that we needed to talk. She sat opposite me still wrapped in a towel and I started to ask her the questions in my head, how long – 5 months, how often, whenever she worked at home, once or twice a week, did he come in her, yes. Did you fuck me on the days you fucked him – sometimes, is he the first, no there had been 2 others but both a few years ago. Did you plan to tell me, no – you didn’t need to know.

She finally said that she was sorry. I asked her why. She said she loved the excitement, the sex, the being wanted by another man. In those few words I knew that life would never be the same again – C was expressing her inner wants and desires and I couldn’t fulfill any of these.

I sat there and contemplated the fact that my wife was screwing around and it was largely down to the fact that I was clearly boring and had failed to excite or stimulate her sufficiently.

I was sobbing, feeling sorry for myself and C was doing likewise, I stood up, walked over and knelt before C. I leaned forward and kissed her, really kissed her, snogged her face off, she responded and pushed her tongue in to my mouth, I pulled the towel down but it was caught under her and she had to lift her self, I pulled her onto the carpet – flat on her back, I was wearing full business gear and my slut of a wife, naked on the living room floor with a pussy full of another mans cum was tearing at my clothes.

I was puling at her large d cup breasts making it awkward as she pulled my trousers and pants down to reveal my hard cock – I was very turned on – almost in a frenzy to take back what was mine. Irrationally I stuck my head between her legs and started to lick her hairy pussy – I could smell and taste this stranger’s spunk and the tears started to flow again – the taste of another mans spunk in my wife’s cunt didn’t turn me on it horrified me. I got up and in an unusual display of assertiveness I positioned c on the armchair with her arse and cunt sticking out and wanking my hard cock I rammed my erection into her cum filled snatch – boy it felt good – I thought about the fact that I’d been getting sloppy seconds for years but this was the first time I knew about it. I had little or no regard for her – I was so turned on and I was going to fuck her – not to pleasure her but to pleasure me and I slammed in and out of her and as I did so I told her what a dirty fucking whore she was. I slammed in and out loving her, hating her, resenting her, how could she, I’d show her how good I could fuck given the chance and I rammed it in harder and harder, I was so turned on, incredibly hard and she seemed to be loving it; as I reached the point of no return I pulled my cock out and I wanked the last couple of stokes emptying my balls onto my wife’s arse hole and pussy and as soon as I had shot my load I started to rub my spunk into her arse and her cunt with my fingers. I then rammed by spunky fingers into her mouth and she licked them clean. I was an emotional wreck – still deeply upset but more sexually satisfied than at any time in my life.

We went upstairs and jumped into bed, we talked a little about what had happened, we talked about why it had happened, C told me about the other affairs, for the first time she told me about her sexual needs. As we talked we stopped every 20 minutes or so and we fucked, and I mean fucked – nothing like the lovemaking we had displayed over recent years – this was no holds barred fucking and I started to realize what I’d been missing. That night we went to bed about 9:30 and we fucked again – in a variety of positions like sex craved animals – she talked so dirty and I realized that deep down my wife was just a dirty fucking whore who needed sex. For her love and sex were two totally different things. I fell asleep after our third bought that night but woke up in the early ours – this gave me time to think about the events of the previous day and what had happened since. As I lay there thinking about C and the fact that she had been cheating on me I found myself getting very aroused and my cock was hard again. I pulled the duvet back as I contemplated masturbating as I did so C stirred and asked what are you doing. In our new spirit of openness I told her that I was thinking about her fucking other men and it and turned me on to the point where I was contemplate whether to masturbate. She said go on then I’ll watch and I’ll talk about some of the dirty things I have done behind your back while you jerk away. As I started to rub by cock she told me that she’d regularly fucked a previous guy in the back of his car in a lay bay on the way home. She’d take her knickers off in the toilets at work before heading off to make it easier for him to fuck her. As she talked I sat up and aimed my spunk at her dirty mouth and forced her to taste me. The last three weeks have continued in a similar vain but on Saturday night we took things a step further but I’ll need to write this later… sorry but my dirty wife needs fucking again I must dash.


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