Her Indiscretion, My Salvation

by Charley Ace

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Cheating, Cuckold, .

Desc: Sex Story: Wife's affair gives hubby the impetus he needs to make his move.

Amy became a domineering, nagging bitch less than a year after we tied the knot. It didn't bother me much in the beginning because of the great sex that we had. Believe me, it was great sex for the first year or two. She was completely uninhibited and was willing to do anything for our mutual pleasure, and we did it all. I certainly had never experienced anyone like her, although my sexual experiences before meeting Amy had been somewhat limited. While she wouldn't talk about her previous lovers, I suspected that she had had many of them. The only thing that I do know for sure is that she wasn't a virgin when we met.

She had managed to keep the domineering, bossy side of her under wraps until after the marriage ceremony. At that point she probably figured that I was hers to boss around as she pleased, with no repercussions. I should have seen it coming, because her mother was even more domineering than Amy, and her father took all of her abuse in stride, and actually seemed to enjoy his submissive role.

I was, and still am, a mild mannered guy, sort of like Clark Kent without the leotards and cape. Even though I'm mild mannered, I'm not the submissive type, but I put up with Amy's nagging because I loved the sex. I figured that it was the price I had to pay to get a good piece of ass, but it wore on me as time went on, if you know what I mean.

After putting up with her behavior for several years, I began to challenge her more often. This led to some knock-down-drag-out fights (verbal, not physical). The fights were draws, but, in reality, we both lost. She began to use sex as a means to attempt to control me by withholding it when I disagreed with her. Since our disagreements seemed endless, we got to the point where we hardly ever fucked. I became frustrated with the fights as well as the lack of sex. I finally came to the conclusion that something had to change, either a divorce or a major change in her behavior (of course, there was nothing wrong with me). I realized that changing her behavior would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, therefore, I began to contemplate divorce more seriously.

Another option was for me to find a lover outside of my marriage, but I initially rejected that because I felt that it would complicate things if I did decide to get a divorce. Besides, I didn't know of any hot candidates at the time.

One evening, during those troubled times, an unexpected visitor rang our doorbell. Amy got up to answer it, opened the door and jumped backwards as she gasped loudly. I looked up to see a man step inside, and Amy recover from her initial shock to give him a big hug.

"Oh, Kevin! What a surprise! I don't believe it's really you. How did you find me? Oh my god, how long has it been?" She kept on firing the questions, not giving him a chance to answer. I noticed that she was smiling and radiant, obviously very pleased to see him.

I heard him finally get a word in edgewise. He told her that he had heard some time ago that she lived in the area. When he got transferred here, he had called her parents, and they willingly gave him her address.

I never did like her parents.

"Well, I'm glad you did, it's so good to see you again. Come on in and sit down, may I get you a drink?"

She took him by the hand and led him to the couch, which was on the other side of the room from where I sat. I wondered if she would ever get around to introducing us. She seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I was even in the room.

"I'll have a beer if you don't mind," he responded to her question, turned and looked at me, saw the puzzled look on my face, and smirked.

Already I didn't like him.

Neither of us said a word, but that smirk was unnerving. Amy returned with the beer, noticed us staring at one another, and finally said, "oh my gosh! I'm sorry Kevin, I forgot to introduce you to my husband. Kevin this is Tim. Honey, Kevin is an old high school friend of mine."

"We were more than just friends, Amy, I'm sure you told old Tim here all about what a hot romance we had going back then, didn't you?"

Amy blushed, regained her composure and said, "well, not really, some of it was too hot to repeat." She chuckled as if that was some sort of inside joke. Kevin also laughed.

I saw no humor in it at all.

"You're damned right! It was hot, wasn't it? I miss those good old days, don't you Amy?"

'What the hell was this asshole trying to pull? He sure has balls to come into my house and tell me how hot my wife was with him back in high school.' I thought, as I began to get hot myself, under the collar.

Amy looked at me, noticed my discomfort and decided to torment me even more. "Oh, those were some fun times, I'll tell you. I'll surely never forget them."

"Fun times! Girl, it hasn't been that long to have clouded your memory. Those were some FUCKING GREAT times," he bellowed, just before he burst out laughing.

I was just about to lose it when I noticed that Amy was getting a bit uncomfortable herself. She wanted to torment me, but not to the extent that Kevin had done. "Yes we had some good times, but that's all behind us now. So tell me, Kevin, are you married?"

"Yes, about two years now. Janet's a real doll, she was runner up to Miss Ohio three years ago, yeah, a real looker. Unfortunately, she's not as adventurous as you are, or were," he said as he smirked at me again.

Amy blushed again. I had become extremely upset by Kevin's arrogant, obnoxious attitude and his insinuations regarding his past with Amy. I glared back at him and sized him up, figuring that if it ever came to blows between us, I wanted to assess my chances in advance. I concluded that it would be a pretty even fight, as he was very close to me in size and build. I thought that I might have an advantage because of my martial arts training, but then, I had no idea of how skilled he may have been.

As upset as I was, I kept my mouth shut and listened for another hour or so before Kevin finally left. Amy was so happy to have seen and talked with Kevin again, she was almost giddy, as he had obviously brought out the best in her.

She came over to me, snuggled up and began to get playful, as if she wanted to fuck. I, still being pissed, played hard to get, but she finally won out and we went off to the bedroom, her hand on my cock and my hand on her ass.

As was the usual, Amy took charge, she hurriedly undressed me, and I her. She then pushed me down on my back on the bed, sucked my cock until it was rock hard, then mounted me. I slid into her cunt as easily as I ever had, because she was wetter than I could ever remember her being. 'Kevin really has her turned on, I should thank him for getting her this wet. Then again, maybe not, I seriously dislike the arrogant prick.'

My thoughts quickly turned away from Kevin and to the pleasure that I was receiving from Amy. She moved her luscious body up and down, up and down until she began to cum. She tensed up, vigorously sped up the fucking motion, and screamed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped onto my cock. Just as she began to recover from her orgasm, I shot my load deep into her pussy. When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my chest.

That sexual revival was short lived, we fucked again the next night, but with far less intensity, then nothing for several weeks.

It was within a couple of weeks after the night that Kevin had visited that I began to notice a change in Amy. First off, she joined and became involved in some Women's Club, which met two nights a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, or so she told me. On those two nights, she dressed unusually provocative for a Woman's Club meeting, and came home very late, after I was already asleep.

However, it didn't take long for me to become suspicious, and my suspicions centered on good-old Kevin. Upon arriving at the conclusion that Amy was fucking Kevin behind my back, I became very upset, not so much because of her cheating, but because she was getting fucked and I wasn't. She didn't seem to care about me one bit, I had needs too, you know. After thinking about it, I decided that Amy's affair could provide the answer to my marital problems. I felt that if I could get proof of her infidelity, I would be able to obtain a quick and painless divorce and move on to greener pastures.

Even though the signs were there, I had no real proof that she was even fucking around, let alone with Kevin. I didn't know where else to start, so I began rummaging around in her dresser drawers. Way in the back, underneath her neatly folded panties, I found a small address book. I leafed through it, and the only unusual entry that I found was a listing for a 'K' under the T's. I focused on that entry, wrote the number down and replaced the address book.

Thursday arrived, and after dinner Amy proceeded to get dressed, and then left for her 'Woman's Club' meeting.

I waited about 30 minutes, then dialed the number that I had found in Amy's address book.

"Hello," came this sweet sounding female voice.

I decided to use a false name, "hi, my name's Jay, and I'm looking for a Kevin, but I don't know his last name. Do I have the right number?"

"My husband's name is Kevin, Kevin Taylor, but he's not at home right now, may I take a message?"

"No thanks, I'm always on the go, but I would like to talk to him, what evenings would give me the best chance of catching him at home?"

"Most evenings, except Tuesdays and Thursdays, he bowls those nights."

'He sure does! Makes good use of his balls, anyway, ' I thought.

"Just to be sure I have the right Kevin, I wonder, have you two recently moved into town from Toledo?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Were you, by any chance, a runner-up Miss Ohio a few years back?"

She chuckled, and responded, "yes, I was, three years ago."

The fact that I knew something about she and Kevin put her at ease and I continued the conversation, found out her name was Janet and quickly determined that she was a very charming and witty person. She seemed to find me amusing, as she laughed at most of my feeble attempts at humor. We talked for over 30 minutes before hanging up. It was a very pleasant conversation, which I enjoyed very much. I also took an immediate liking to Janet, she seemed to be a very nice, interesting and friendly person. I think I felt worse for her than for myself, given that I was quite sure that her husband and my wife were having an affair.

After Amy had left the house the following Tuesday, I watched which way she turned leaving the driveway, ran out to my car, video camera in hand, and took off after her. I caught sight of her at the first red light, about a mile from our house. I stayed far enough back so that she wouldn't spot me, and followed her to the local shopping mall. She pulled off into a far corner of the parking lot, sat in the car and waited. I parked behind another car, where I could see her, but she couldn't see me. I waited for about 5 minutes when I saw another car pull up next to hers, using the zoom lens, I taped her as she got out of her car and into the other. I couldn't see the driver, but I was able to follow the car to a small motel about 10 miles away.

I parked across the street and watched and taped, as the driver, whom I immediately recognized as Kevin, got out of the car and went into the office. Five minutes later he came out and pulled his car in front of Unit #5. I continued to tape as they both got out of the car and went into the unit. I felt a lump in my throat and a lead balloon in my stomach as I watched the two of them enter the motel room. As many problems as Amy and I had, I still felt some affection for her, and seeing her with another man, knowing that she was going to be fucking him, had its impact on me.

I stayed there feeling sorry for myself for a short while. As I collected my thoughts, I began to think about the possibilities of being free again, and that cheered me up a bit. Having gathered enough evidence to confirm my suspicions, I drove back home.

As soon as I got into the house, I called Janet, "hi Janet, its Jay."

"Oh, hi Jay, good to hear your voice again. But you know what, I asked Kevin if he knew a Jay, and he said he didn't. Maybe you have the wrong Kevin after all?"

"No, Janet, I have the right Kevin, but I haven't been completely honest with you. It's you that I wanted to talk to, not Kevin, and my name isn't Jay, its Tim. I had a strong suspicion, and needed to confirm that Kevin was out on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I happen to know something about him that you probably don't, but I don't want to talk about it over the phone. Could you possibly meet me for a drink tonight?"

"I can't do that, I don't know you. Why did you lie about your name, and what do you mean you know something about Kevin?

"I can understand you not wanting to meet a stranger, but we can meet in a very public place, like maybe Denny's for a cup of coffee, or a milkshake?"

"No, I'm sorry, I just can't do that, Kevin wouldn't approve."

It appeared that I wasn't going to be able to convince her to meet me unless I piqued her interest with some additional information. "Janet, I didn't want to tell you anything over the phone, but if that's what its going to take to convince you to meet me, I will. I met Kevin a little over a month ago when he just showed up at my front door unannounced. It seems that he and my wife were an item in high school, and he decided to look her up. He just popped in one evening and proceeded to make inappropriate comments about their prior relationship, in an obvious attempt to embarrass me. I felt that he was totally out of line, and he pissed me off royally. Shortly after that meeting, I began to suspect that Amy was up to something, and I believe that it's Kevin that she's up to it with."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I wish I were, but it seems Amy has suddenly joined a Woman's Club which meets two nights a week, and you guessed it, Tuesdays and Thursdays."

She paused, and I could swear that I could hear the gears turning, "oh my God! Now that I think about it, Kevin has..." She stopped abruptly, paused for a few more seconds, seemingly trying to sort out what I had told her, plus some information that she had added to the mix on her own, "damn, that bastard! I'll bet he's... Is it that Denny's over on the corner of Maple and Main?"


"I'll see you there in 20 minutes." Click, she hung up.

I hopped in my car and drove to Denny's, parked and waited. I didn't know what she looked like, but I sat in my car waiting for a single, attractive woman to show up. Finally, I spotted a woman that looked like it could have been her. I got out of my car and caught up to her at the entrance to the restaurant.


She turned, smiled and said, "yes, Jay, uh Tim, I presume?"

"Yes, I'm Tim." I smiled, as I looked her over, she was absolutely gorgeous! 'What a fool that Kevin is, I'll trade him any day, ' I thought to myself.

Denny's wasn't crowded and we were able to find a booth that afforded us some degree of privacy. We sat and sipped on a couple of chocolate shakes as I told her everything that I had found out to date. I could see that she was getting more and more pissed, as I relayed the information. When I told her about following them to the motel, she lost it.

"That son-of-a-bitch, just who in the hell does he think he is, fucking someone else behind my back. Why I ought to..." She stopped in mid-sentence, looked at me and smiled. "Why am I getting so pissed off? You're a good-looking, sexy guy who's probably as horny as I am. Why don't you and I get it on while they're busy with each other?"

I grinned from ear to ear, not believing my good fortune, "you took the words right out of my mouth. My place or yours?"

"Yours will do."

We got up, paid the check, and went to my house in my car. When we got there it was already late and we knew that we didn't have much time, but we made the most of it. We kissed passionately as we tore each other's clothes off and fucked like bunnies for the better part of an hour.

I first bent her over the back of the living room couch and fucked her pussy from the rear. We made our way up to the bedroom, where she sucked on my pussy juice and cum laden cock until I was hard again. I then jumped up between her legs and fucked her missionary style until we both came. It was one of the best, and most satisfying, sexual experiences that I had ever had. She was absolutely fantastic. As good as Amy was, Janet was better, and I told her so. She told me that Kevin couldn't hold a candle to me, she just loved the way I fucked, which made me feel pretty good, and a bit smug, too. 'Kevin, old boy, you can have that bitch of a wife of mine, I'll take yours anytime.'

As I was taking Janet back to her car at Denny's, I couldn't help but notice the satisfied smile on her face as we told each other, once again, how much we enjoyed the experience, and made plans for Thursday. I dropped her off and followed her home, just to make sure she got there without incident. The house was dark, therefore, I presumed that Kevin hadn't returned before us. I barely made it back home before I heard Amy's car pull into the garage. I quickly disrobed and jumped into bed, and pretended to be asleep. I made sure to cover the big, smug, satisfied grin that was permanently etched on my face with the sheet.

The next time Janet and I got together, the following Thursday, we had more time and I took full advantage to make love to her the way a beautiful, sensuous woman like she deserved, and she responded wonderfully.

This time, she invited me to her house, and I found her waiting for me at the door wearing a sexy baby doll nightie, and nothing else. My cock was hard with anticipation, and when I saw her, I almost came in my pants, she was sooo fucking beautiful, and sexy.

I took her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers, passionately expressing my lust for her. She returned my passion with open mouth and probing tongue. She began unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing her hands on my chest, tweaking my nipples every once in awhile. After she had my shirt completely off, she dropped to her knees, finished undoing my pants and pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles in one motion. My hard cock sprang out, and hit her in the cheek, as she giggled and engulfed it into her mouth. She sucked and licked with an expertise and enthusiasm that I had never before experienced, until I felt the reservoir about to burst. "I-I'm going to cum, uhhh, ohhh, God!" I grunted as I shot my load into her mouth, spurt after spurt. She took it all, swallowed, smiled, opened up and showed me her empty mouth.

I reached down, pulled her to her feet, kissed her passionately once again. I moved her to the couch, sat her on the edge, knelt in front of her and attacked her pussy with my mouth and tongue. I licked the length of her slit several times before I touched her clit. She gasped as I flicked it a few times with my tongue before taking it between my lips and sucking it with abandon. She was obviously enjoying my oral assault as much as I had enjoyed hers. "Ohhh, yesss, Uhhh, suck me! Yesss, suck my clit!" She grabbed me by the hair and tried to stuff my entire head into her pussy as she came. I eased up on the clit as she was convulsing and screaming in orgasmic pleasure. I continued to lightly flick it with my tongue, and she continued to orgasm for several minutes, before she exploded into an even bigger one. This time she grabbed my head and shoved it into her crotch so hard and for so long that I thought that I was going to suffocate, but she finally let up, pushed my head away from her cunt, and I gasped to get my breath back.

I got up off my knees and sat next to her on the couch, putting my arms around her and pulled her close. She opened her eyes, looked directly into mine, smiled, and said, "my God! That was the most incredible experience of my life. You're one helluva pussy eater."

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