Coatrooms

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

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: He forgave her once.



The wife and I hadn't been getting along for some time. I'll have to accept half the blame, but only half and in truth I guess ten percent would be the more accurate number. My contribution to the problem consisted of my inability to believe that Nan hadn't cheated on me. She swore she hadn't and I just didn't believe her.


We had been at her company Christmas party and there was ample booze flowing. Nan gets a little loose when she gets some alcohol in her and it sometimes can be fun to watch her when she becomes the life of the party. I have two left feet and don't care to dance, but Nan would live on the dance floor if she could and that night was no exception. She danced with anyone who asked her. She got kissed by damned near every man she danced with if he got her under the mistletoe. It was her party and she was enjoying herself so I just sat back and watched.

I hadn't paid much attention at the time, but looking back on it, it seemed that for every dance she had with someone else she had two with her boss Brian. I did notice, but I thought nothing of it at the time, that three times when she danced with Brian he had maneuvered her (or she him) under the mistletoe.

I had been taking pictures and about three hours into the party I ran out of film. I had another two rolls in my overcoat pocket so I had gotten up and gone to the coatroom to get it. My coat was in the back and I was fishing in the pockets for the film when I overheard two women talking.

"Can you believe it? And right in front of her husband too."

"He must be blind."

"Maybe he is too busy taking pictures to see what she and Brian have been doing."

"Everyone can see it. Of course everyone else here knows what goes on in Brian's office over lunch hour."

They walked away; I found the film and went back to our table. Nan was sitting there and she asked me where I had gone and I told her that I had gone to get more film. I love gossip as much as the next person and I was just getting ready to ask her who it was that Brian was having an affair with when one of her co-workers came up and asked her to dance. I made a mental note to pump her for the dirt on the way home.

Another hour went by. I hadn't been paying all that much attention to Nan since she was always out on the dance floor and I'd lost track of her. I had gone to take a leak and I was just coming out of the bathroom when I saw Nan come out of a room just down the hall and hurry back toward the ballroom. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like she had been buttoning her blouse as she walked out. I stood there and watched her walk down the hallway back to the ballroom and wondered if I had really seen what I thought I had.

I don't know why I did it, curiosity I suppose, but I walked over to the room that Nan had come out of and opened the door and looked in. There was a man standing there with his back to me, his right arm was moving and I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up or down. He turned around and I saw that it was Brian.

"I was looking for Nan. Someone told me they had seen her come in here."

"They must have been mistaken. She hasn't been here."

"I can see that. Sorry to have barged in on you."

While I had been talking a quick glance had shown me that his zipper was up. I turned and headed back to our table. Nan came out of that room and he said she hadn't been there. She had been buttoning her blouse and he was pulling up his zipper and I was starting to have a bad feeling. Five minutes later Brian came back into the room and as soon as I saw him sit down I got up and went back to the room where I had seen him, went inside and looked around.

It was obviously a meeting room. There was a long rectangular table with eight chairs around it, a wastebasket in the corner and nothing else. I looked at the table in the area where Brian had been standing and saw that two chairs in that area had been pushed apart to create a space and on the table in front of that space were some wet spots — pale, almost milky white wet spots. I walked to the spot and looked down and in my minds eye I could see it. Nan on her back and Brian fucking her and their juices dropping down on the table.

From where I was standing I could see into the wastebasket and I noticed a touch of pink and when I looked closer I saw it was a white handkerchief with the pink initials NCD on it. It was from a set of six that I had given Nan for her birthday. I picked it up and it was wet. I sniffed it and I smelt pussy, wet pussy with just a trace of something else that I was willing to bet was Brian's cum and that generated another picture in my mind. The two had finished fucking and Nan had stood up and had used her handkerchief to wipe herself and then she had tossed it in the trash.

I stood there as my brain took in all the information, collated it, and looked at it from several angles.

  • The women I'd overheard when I was in the coatroom.

  • All the dances she had with Brian and the kisses under the mistletoe.

  • Nan buttoning her blouse as she came out of the room.

  • Brian zipping up when I cam into the room and Brian denying that Nan had been there.

  • Nan's handkerchief, wet with what I was sure was Brian's cum and her pussy juice.

The conclusion I reached was that my wife was cheating on me with her boss. Not one shred of positive proof, but the circumstantial evidence, at least to me, was overwhelming.

I went back to the party and took my seat. I hadn't been gone more that five minutes and when I'd gone Nan had been on the dance floor with Todd and she was still out there with him. The music stopped as the band finished their last set of the night and Todd walked Nan back to the table. I looked at her closely to see if I could see some sign of what she had been up to, but I saw nothing.

Twenty minutes later Nan and I had our coats on and we were headed home. As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot I said:

"You have been holding out on me sweetie."

"What do you mean?"

"You know I'm like an old woman when it comes to gossip" and then I told her about what I'd overheard while in the coatroom. "How come you never told me about that?"

She looked away from me and it was too dark in the car to see her expression as she said:

"I haven't heard anything like that."

I changed the subject. "You sure looked hot out there on the dance floor tonight and I'll bet I'm not the only one who thought so. I'll bet you left more than a few cocks hard tonight. I know I've got one from watching you. Why don't you slide over here next to me and let me show you?"

"Not tonight Rob. I'm exhausted and all I want to do is go home and go to bed."

"That's not fair."

"What do you mean by that?"

"All day long I've tried to make love o you and you kept telling me to wait until we got home tonight. I've been walking around with a stiffie all day waiting for the party to be over."

"I'm sorry honey. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"You sure that you don't have another reason for not wanting to make love to me tonight?"

"What does that mean?"

"Think about it sweetie, just think about it."

"No Rob, I want to know what you are getting at."

"No you don't Nan, you don't want to know what I'm getting at. You really don't want to know. We'll go home and I'll sleep on it and see if I feel different tomorrow."

"No Rob, not tomorrow, now! I want to know right now."

"Okay Nan, you want it now, you got it. I think you don't want to make love tonight because you don't dare let me get anywhere near your pussy. You don't want me to discover that I wouldn't be the first one to use it tonight."

"Just what the hell are you accusing me of?"

"I'm accusing you of cheating on me Nan. I'm accusing you of having fucked Brian tonight at the party and I'm accusing you of being the women that the ladies were talking about when I was in the coatroom getting my film."

"How dare you! You are out of your fucking mind."

"Am I? Well let me run it down for you Nan." I told her everything I'd seen and what I'd found when I went back to the meeting room. "It's all there Nan. Your begging off on sex tonight is the final nail in the coffin. You don't dare let me find out for sure that I'd be getting sloppy seconds."

"That is just preposterous Rob. I don't know how you can believe that I would do that."

"Okay Nan, let's hear your explanation."

"First off, I told you that I've never heard anything about what goes on in Rob's office. Yes I danced with him a lot tonight, but since you don't or won't dance with me I dance with anyone who asks. So Brian asked me more often than anyone else, what does that prove? Kisses under the mistletoe are nothing new, it happens every year and you've never bitched about it before. We were in the room because Brian wanted to tell me privately that I was going to be made head of accounting after the first of the year. My hankie was in the trash can because I spilled my drink on the table and I used the hankie to wipe it up and then I didn't want to put the wet hankie in my purse so I threw it away. As far as my buttoning my blouse was concerned I think you imagined it. I have no idea what Brian was doing with his zipper."

"Why did he say that you hadn't been in the room?"

"Probably because he thought if you knew I'd been in there with him you would think the ridiculous thoughts you are thinking now. I've said all I'm going to on the matter. You can believe it or not and I don't much care."

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