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

Desc: Sex Story: He discovered that his wife had a secret.

Betsy and I had been married for a little over twelve years. We were living the American Middle Class Dream. Three great kids, our own home, two cars in the garage — the whole bit. I had always thought that ours was the perfect marriage. I loved her and I'd always thought that she loved me, but I recently found out that my loving wife had a secret life — a life that cast doubt on whether she had any feelings for me at all.

I'd be insulting Betsy if I said she was a stay at home mom who didn't work. Taking care of a house, three kids and a husband isn't a walk in the park, but Betsy did it and she did it well. She also managed to take great care of herself. She exercised religiously and kept herself in great shape. She was five foot seven, her 130 pounds were spread out on a 35x22x34 body and her long blond hair hung down to the middle of her back. At thirty-four she looked like a twenty-five year old. She attracts the eyes of men just as a magnet attracts steel.

Betsy knows the effect that she has on men and she dresses to flaunt what she has and she gets a charge out of flirting with other men. She has always been that way. Even in high school she was a flirt, but she did some times carry it to extremes. She was very popular and she dated and flirted with a lot of guys although they didn't call it flirting. To most of them it was considered "cockteasing." Even after we started going steady she still flirted. I didn't mind. It made her happy, she was mine and she loved me right?

If Betsy lacked anything it was that she was very straight laced when it came to sex. She would make love in various positions — she absolutely loved doggie — but there were things she drew the line at. She would suck my cock, but I was not allowed to cum in her mouth. She would suck me until she considered me hard enough and then she would pull away and wait for me to enter her. Anal sex was a big no-no and if I even let a finger get near her butt she would come unglued on me. She loved for me to eat her pussy and she got off on me sucking her hot juices out of her. I once asked her why my swallowing her juices was okay, but her swallowing mine wasn't. She simply said:

"It isn't something that I want to do."


"Don't push it Rob. We have a pretty good sex life so be happy with it."

She was right. We did have a pretty good sex life so I dropped the subject.

I don't remember the exact date when it happened for the first time primarily because at the time I didn't think anything of it. I remember that we were at a dance and Betsy had gone to the ladies room and maybe a couple of minutes later I felt the need to take a whiz so I headed for the men's room. As I entered the hall leading to the bathrooms I saw Betsy and a guy I didn't know. He had his arms around her and she was smiling. He pulled her closer and bent his head to kiss her and she pushed him away and turned and went into the ladies room and the guy went into the men's.

I was pretty sure that neither one of them had seen me and the way that Betsy had pushed him away led me to believe that it was just some flirting and the guy had thought that it was something else until Betsy set him straight. I went on into the bathroom and was standing at the urinal next to the guy and for a second I thought of asking him why he'd had his arms around my wife. Then thought I'd best leave it alone and not do anything that might ruin the night for Betsy which is what would have happened if the talk with the guy went bad and we ended up duking it out.

When I got back to the table I wondered if Betsy would say anything, but she didn't and I eventually forgot about it.

But it came back to me about four months later. My boss held a pool party and barbecue at his home on the anniversary of the founding of the company and Betsy just naturally had to wear her sexiest bikini. Betsy knew most of the people there from previous pool parties, company picnics and Christmas parties so there was no awkwardness as she moved around the pool generating hard ons.

Betsy was not the only 'hottie' there and that was because of Betsy. Howard Sample, one of the guys I work with, told me he had Betsy to thank for his wife Irma loosening up. She had seen how the guys had reacted to Betsy at a pool party and decided that she wanted guys to look at her like that also so she had gone out and bought sexy clothes and skimpy bathing suits. Howard said that the "new" Irma had him acting like a teenager. He said he was now getting more loving than he had gotten on his honeymoon.

After Howard told me that I started checking out the other women at the party and comparing they way they were then against the way they were at previous pool parties. A good half dozen had gone from one piece suits and old fashioned large two piece suits to skimpy bikinis. My wife a trend setter! Imagine that!

As was our habit at social gatherings Betsy gravitated toward the women where I guess they talked about raising kids, swapped recipes and such. I ended up with the guys talking baseball and NASCAR racing. About two hours into the party Sam (my boss) came up to me and asked me to do him a favor. He had guessed wrong and didn't get enough hamburger and hot dog buns and he asked me if I would mind running to Safeway and get some more. I said that I would and then I went and found Betsy and told her what was going on.

I went to the store, got the buns and came back. I was in the kitchen putting the buns down on the counter and looking out the window. I had a good view of the pool from where I was and I saw Betsy in the pool. She had her back against the side and her arms up on the edge and her legs were floating out in front of her. Standing next to her in the water was Barry Winslow and the two were talking. I didn't like Barry. Never had, never would. He was the office back stabber — the guy who always tried to take credit for other peoples work and the guy who would never pass up a chance to shoot you through the grease by bad mouthing you to a superior if he thought it would get him ahead — and I did not like seeing him with Betsy!

At the last company Christmas party he had Betsy under the mistletoe and I didn't care for the kiss he gave her. It went on much too long as far as I was concerned. I mentioned it to Betsy on the way home and got:

"For Christ's sake Rob, it was only a Christmas kiss. The way you are carrying on some one would think I went to my knees and gave him a blow job."

No sir! I did not like Barry at all and there he was with my wife again. She was smiling at him and he said something and she laughed and then she opened her legs and Barry waded forward between them. He said something and then Betsy laughed again. Barry took a quick look around to see if any one was watching and satisfied that no one was he reached out and put his hand on Betsy's right breast. I waited for her to become enraged and slap Barry, but she just smiled at him. He said something and she laughed and he pushed his hand up under her bikini top. Her smile disappeared and she smacked his arm hard and he quickly pulled his hand away from Betsy and stepped back.

I walked out of the house and onto the patio/pool deck and Betsy saw me and waved and Barry moved away from her. I decided to keep my mouth shut about what I'd seen, especially in light of the way Betsy reacted when I brought up the kiss at Christmas. I wouldn't say anything yet, but I was getting concerned over the way Betsy's flirting was going.

About an hour later I was on my way to the bathroom and just as I walked up to the door it opened and Barry started out. I put my hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back into the room and closed the door behind me. I intended to have a talk with him about his behavior when he was around my wife, but when he regained his balance he came at me swinging. I almost smiled at his mistake. I blocked the left that he threw and then snapped my own left into his mouth and hit him hard enough to loosen some teeth and then I proceeded to beat the snot out of the asshole. Other than that first punch he never got another one off, but he got at least a dozen of mine.

He was lying on the bathroom floor when I grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up. I looked him in the eye and said:

"If I ever catch you within five feet of my wife ever again I'll cut your cock off and feed it to you. You got that?"

He didn't say anything so I got down until my mouth was six inches from his face and said:

"I asked you if you understood me asshole."

He nodded weakly and mumbled that he understood and I let go of his hair and went over to the toilet, took my whiz and left the room. I made sure that Barry didn't see that I was hurting as I walked out. You don't hit a man in the mouth with your bare hand and not have his teeth break your skin and you don't fight bare handed without hurting your knuckles and fingers. I stopped at the kitchen sink and washed the blood off my hands. I would have to wait until I got home to use peroxide to clean the breaks and put on a bandage.

Betsy noticed my hand when I went back outside and I gave her a story about how I had tripped and had scraped my hand on the brick wall of Sam's garage. When we went home Betsy helped me doctor my hand. Barry called in sick on Monday and Tuesday and he stayed well away from me when he did come back to work.

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