I Want to Tell You

by Harddaysknight

Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Humor, .

Desc: Humor Sex Story: Man discovers an article in Cosmo may be indicate his wife's infidelity.

I’ve heard about a guy who arrived home from work early only to find his wife in bed with some random dude. I’ve even heard of a guy that found his wife in bed with a stranger at a neighborhood barbecue. One friend of my buddy’s decided to pick up his wife at work and take her to lunch, only to catch her blowing her boss in the bathroom. Predictably, all of these disclosures resulted in divorces.

It never occurred to me that buying new tires two weeks ago would lead to my personal hell of discovery. All I wanted was to replace all four tires on my wife’s Camry. As I have repeatedly discovered over the years, nothing is simple. It turns out that once the wheels were off; the mechanics realized that my brakes needed work.

That, in turn, led to me having to sit in the waiting area for an hour and a half. First, I read the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. Then I read it again. Christy Brinkley is amazing and I’d totally do her daughters, but I could look at Kate Upton all day. That woman is a walking fantasy! I made a mental note that afternoon to buy a copy of each of the three editions with Kate on the cover, in completely different poses.

I leafed through a few other issues of Sports Illustrated, and then a golf magazine. Finally, I picked up the last magazine on the table. It was “Cosmo,” and had all of the usual crap about which most men simply don’t care. Then, an article caught my eye. It was a very informative little piece about how to recognize when a spouse is either cheating, or strongly considering it. Near the end of the article, the author explained the actions a concerned spouse should take, depending on whether you want to toss the cheater to the curb or find a way to remain married. I skipped reading that part.

I scoffed at the latter approach. Who would want to stay married to a person whom they cannot trust? I don’t know much about what goes on in a woman’s mind, but any man with a shred of self-respect would wreak havoc on a cheating slut wife. A man has to have the respect of his wife!

It did start me thinking about how I had been taking my wife for granted. In an effort to improve as a husband and become more romantic, I started showering when I came home from work. I didn’t want my hygiene to be a problem when I romanced her. I brought home flowers one evening for no reason, and really surprised her. Last Friday, we went out to a really nice Italian restaurant, and then I took her dancing for a few hours. It was obvious that she was not expecting me to be so thoughtful, although I noticed that she didn’t seem as pleased as I had expected.

It was Monday, two weeks after I read the article. As usual, my wife, Sue, and I returned home from work at the same time. She’s a bookkeeper for an insurance company, while I sell heavy machinery for Five Star Equipment. Unless I’m in the middle of a big sale, I always leave work at five so I can have some personal time with the family. My son, Sean, is in his second year of college and my daughter, Emily, is a senior in high school.

Sue had just parked in the garage as I pulled into the driveway. By the time I walked into the kitchen, I could see she was going up the stairs. That was out of the ordinary. She usually started dinner as soon as she came home. Curious, I decided to climb the stairs to see what she was doing. By the time I strolled into the bedroom, Sue was already naked and stepping into the shower in the master bathroom.

She always showered in the morning just prior to getting dressed, so this seemed odd to me. That was when that stupid article in ‘Cosmo’ popped into my mind. One of the biggest warning signs of a straying spouse was when they showered as soon as they came home. I felt my face heat up as anger surged through my system.

I decided on the direct approach rather than play cat and mouse with Sue. I quickly stripped down and climbed into the big shower stall. I felt a small amount of pleasure when she gasped with surprise. That was when I realized the flaw in my plan. We’d been married for twenty-four years, but seeing her nude form still took my breath away.

The fact that Sue had that kind of influence over me pissed me off even more, which in turn seemed to cause my cock to come to attention even quicker than usual. The traitorous little bastard had a mind of his own!

“What are you doing in here?” was Sue’s first reaction to my entrance. Next she slowly raised her hands up to cover her breasts. That made me really suspicious!

“What? Can’t I climb into the shower with my wife after a long day at work?” I questioned, as I forcefully took her wrists in my hands and moved her arms away from her breasts. The water hadn’t yet warmed to Sue’s usual shower temperature of around two hundred degrees, so her nipples were hard as pebbles as I carefully looked them over. They appeared to be quite hard, but like the rest of her breasts, they bore no indication of recent handling or abuse.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” came next, as she nervously looked down at her own chest.

Finding nothing unusual with Sue’s tits, I quickly decided to inspect her pussy before the shower water washed away the evidence I sought. I dropped to my knees and moved to inspect her little kitty up close and personal. If some guy had recently plowed that furrow, he must have had a needle dick. I knew from experience that Sue’s lips would be swollen and glowing if she had been properly fucked, but what if she did have a lover with a tiny dick? What then?

With that thought, I ran my tongue over her slit several times. I’d had enough experience in that area to know that Sue would react quite noticeably to that sort of attention. Her little pussy would begin to open for me and her clit would try to emerge. I would soon know if there was any cum leaking from her honey pot.

Sue’s reaction was predictable as she moaned and trembled slightly, while her hands dropped to rest on my head. Soon, she had both hands entwined in my hair and was pulling my face tightly to her snatch. I’m ashamed to admit that my reaction was equally predictable. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as I inhaled her fragrance. I had been conditioned for over twenty years to respond to her unique scent. Without conscious thought, I stood back up, took her by the shoulders, spun her around, and pushed her upper back down with one hand as I wrapped my left arm around her lower waist.

She reached for the faucets as my cock found its special place and drove home. Part of me was annoyed at my weakness, so I took it out on Sue. I pulled almost all of the way out of her still tight pussy, and then slapped her left ass cheek as I slammed my cock home again. I fully expected Sue to snarl her disapproval over her shoulder at me, but to my surprise, she moaned and shook with an orgasm as her internal muscles firmly squeezed my cock.

I was a man on a mission by this point. I continued to pummel her hard and fast. I don’t know if Sue had half a dozen orgasms or one or two long ones, but it didn’t matter to me as I raced toward my own climax. Seconds later, as my cock softened and slid from her now slippery slit, I gave her one more firm swat on her round ass. To my amazement, she trembled through a final orgasm before slowly sinking to the floor of the shower.

I grabbed the soap, lathered up, and then quickly rinsed the suds away while Sue sat in a daze as the water and soap splashed off me and all over her. Once I was done, I opened the door and grabbed a towel to dry off. Ten minutes later, I was mowing the back yard.

As I mowed, I considered the situation. I had gone off half-cocked; if you could call the erection I had sported the reaction of a man half-cocked. Sue had shown no signs of having had sex, at least not until I had my way with her in the shower. Then I remembered that Sue always had meetings on Monday afternoon with most of the office staff. The meetings always lasted until quitting time, so she really had no opportunity to do the dirty, even if she had been so inclined. I had no reason to even suspect her, except for her heading for the shower as soon as she walked through the front door. What was that all about?

I decided that it would be wise for me to become more observant. If she were cheating, or even considering it, there would be signs. I wished I had paid closer attention to the article I had merely skimmed through a couple weeks back.

“Why are we eating so late tonight, Mom?” asked Emily, as we finally sat down to dinner. “I heard you get home at the usual time. Did you fall asleep or something?”

Sue looked at me with raised eyebrows as she responded to our daughter’s question. “Alice tripped as she walked by my chair at our Monday meeting. She spilled her coke all over my dress and down my back. It was just before quitting time. I had to shower as soon as I got home. Somehow, I lost track of time and took a really long shower. It did help relax me, perhaps too much.”

That was interesting. She claimed that she took the shower immediately after getting home because of spillage down her back? That was possible, but I still promised myself that I would be paying a lot more attention to my wife’s actions henceforth.

We retired to the living room to watch some TV once we had the kitchen cleaned up. When a commercial came on, Sue announced that she would make some popcorn and she promptly disappeared into the kitchen. I waited about two minutes before telling Emily that I was going for a beer and promised to bring a soda back for her.

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