I’d known for years that Sarah had cheated on me. She had even admitted to it twice before. Both times she had said she was sorry and that it would never happen again. But I guess old habits are hard to break sometimes. I really should have seen it coming too.

Firefighters have a high risk of spousal cheating since they spend so many nights away from home – it’s one of the hazards of the job. Of the 20 guys in my department, fully half of them had been divorced at least once, four of them had never been married, two of them were going through “trial separations”, and the remaining four of us had decent marriages.

I say “decent” because we still had our rough patches. Although Sarah knew what she was getting herself into with my job as a firefighter when she met me, I don’t think she fully realized just what being a firefighter’s wife would entail.

At first things were okay. She was proud of her “hero husband”. But as the years went by, she got tired of me being gone all the time. She got tired of having to do everything by herself and having things go wrong when I wasn’t there to take care of them. And she got tired of going to bed and waking up by herself.

“Why am I married if I’m still sleeping alone? What’s the point?” were common questions for her.

The first time Sarah strayed, it was about six years into our marriage. I had put in a lot of overtime because budget cuts to our department prevented us from hiring more personnel. This took me away from home even more than normal and I guess it was just too much for her. She found someone who was more accessible and they had a short, but heated, affair. The other guy moved on after a couple months, and Sarah came to me shortly after to tell me of her indiscretion.

Needless to say I was more than a little upset over it, but we worked through it and I forgave her. I loved the woman, and I would rather live with her mistakes than live without her altogether. After that we were good for awhile ... I cut back on the overtime (even though the money was good and we could always use more cash), and spent more time with her.

It was about five years after that before her next affair. She had gotten a part time job, working on the days I was at the station to help keep her mind off of it and to add some extra money to the family budget. She enjoyed her job and I was happy that she had found something productive to keep her occupied. But I didn’t see the behind the scenes drama unfolding with her boss.

Mr. Reynolds (Sarah’s boss) was a pretty good looking man, I suppose, and she did work fairly closely with him. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that something might occur. Still, she had promised after her first sidestep that it wouldn’t happen again.

This time when I learned of the affair, it wasn’t through a confession from Sarah. Instead, it was from a “little birdie” named Rebecca, our neighbor from across the street. Rebecca seemed to have a little interest in me even though I had never been anything but polite to her, and one day as I was cutting the grass, Rebecca approached me.

“James, can we talk for a minute?” she said. I had seen her coming over and had shut the lawnmower down so I could hear her.

“Sure, Rebecca, what’s up?” I asked.

“Well you know I don’t like to get involved in other people’s lives (this right here is a falsehood – everyone on the block knew Rebecca was the neighborhood telegraph!), but we are friends and I think you need to know something...” she said.

Then Rebecca proceeded to tell me all about Sarah’s latest interest and all that she had witnessed Sarah doing. Ordinarily, I would have just let the information go in one ear and out the other, but with Sarah’s history and the details and specifics that Rebecca was rattling off, I knew that there was more to this story than just idle gossip.

That night after dinner was finished, I confronted Sarah on the matter.

“Sarah, it has come to my attention that you have been seeing your boss Mr. Reynolds for more than business matters. Is this true – and don’t lie to me, I have already confirmed some of it,” I said.

Sarah looked at me like a child who got caught stealing a candy bar from the local grocery store. “I ... I ... Who told you?” she stammered.

“Never mind who told me – is it true?” I said firmly.

“Yes, yes it is. Oh, James I am so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen it just ... did,” she said, putting her hands in her face and sobbing. I was speechless. I couldn’t believe she could have done this to me a second time!

“I have to get out of here. I need to process this. I’m sorry,” I said. I packed a small suitcase and went to the station. I stayed there at the fire station for a week, trying to wrap my head around what had happened and trying to decide what to do about it. I didn’t want to lose her, but I couldn’t stand by and watch her fuck everyone we knew either. I was really torn about what to do.

Fortunately for me, I had a partner who was there for me. Mark was a fellow firefighter and my best friend in the whole world, aside from Sarah. I trusted the guy with my life, literally, and I knew if anyone could help me sort this all out it would be him. He had gotten divorced because his ex cheated on him too, so I knew he could relate to my situation.

After talking with Mark and listening carefully to his advice, I went back home to face Sarah. I hadn’t talked to her since that night and hadn’t accepted any calls from her. I needed separation to think things through. So she wasn’t expecting me to come home that night...

Seeing the woman who you have called your wife for the last 12 years bouncing up and down on another man’s lap can have odd and unexpected effects on a man. And I know different guys will react in different ways, but when I caught my Sarah riding Mr. Reynolds like he was the prize bronc at the rodeo, an emotion ran through me that I was not prepared for.

I was excited. Seeing her naked apart from her thigh top stockings and CFM high heels as she rose and fell on her lover’s lap, gasping loudly as his cock penetrated her had my heart racing and my cock hard and twitching uncontrollably. It was a sight that I will never forget and it made me suddenly realize the attraction that all those guys felt who enjoyed watching their wives’ in action.

I stood there behind the bedroom door, watching them through the crack as Sarah impaled herself over and over on his hard shaft, grabbing at her full firm tits and tossing her head back in obvious ecstasy. The moans, squeals, and cries that came from the two lovebirds bounced around inside my head as I watched the erotic show.

Suddenly I heard Sarah’s unmistakable orgasmic war cry.

“OHHHMYYYGODDD! I’M CUUUMMMINNNGGG!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she clawed at her tits so hard I thought she would tear them off. I could almost smell the familiar aroma of my Sarah as she flooded his cock and legs with her sweet perfumed juices. She twisted and bucked as her orgasm washed over her until at last she collapsed on the bed next to him.

I went into the living room. I knew what she would do next. My Sarah wasn’t the type to leave a man unsatisfied. She would be making sure he came before he left. She was busy swallowing his cock and then she’d let him come in her mouth, happily swallowing his cum as he just as happily pumped it into her.

I turned my recliner so I would be facing them as they came into the living room from the hallway. I prepared myself for them, going over what I would say and do when they came out of their little den of iniquity.

I wish I’d had a camera to capture the expression on their faces as they rounded the hallway corner and saw me calmly sitting there in my recliner, sipping on my drink, my .45 caliber pistol sitting on the small table next to me!

“You should probably not be here,” I said in a low voice as I looked at him. My eyes narrowed menacingly as I watched him. My attitude and appearance must have worked, because he couldn’t leave fast enough. He didn’t say a word, he just grabbed up his pants and shoes and left, figuring it was a lot safer to finish dressing down the street!

“Oh James, I’m so sorry!” she bleated after I’d scared her lover out of my house and out of a couple years of his life. “Please forgive me!”

I watched her twist and turn in her embarrassment as she tried everything she could to convince me she wasn’t to blame this time.

“It wasn’t my fault,” she lied, “it was his idea – he seduced me!”

“Don’t make it worse by lying, Sarah. You are a fucking whore, you know that? No, you’re worse than a whore – at least a whore gets paid for her time. You give the shit away for free. You are a slut ... a dirty, filthy fucking slut! Can you think of one good reason why I shouldn’t kick your sorry cheating ass out onto the streets where you belong?”

I had never spoken to her in such a way and I think it scared her how angry I sounded. She dropped to her knees in front of me. “Oh, please James, no. I’ll do anything! Please let me make it up to you!” she said, pleadingly.

I watched the false tears begin. I was under no misguided belief about her remorse; Sarah wasn’t sorry she cheated, she was just sorry she got caught again. And her tears were those of concern what I might do because I caught her in the act.

I looked down at her coldly as she knelt still semi-naked on the floor between my knees, her head in her hands and weeping her synthetic tears. She looked so vulnerable and sexy ... and me still with a raging hard-on!

“You want to make it up to me?” I asked, leaning forward and grabbing her by the hair and cranking her head back to look at me. Her eyes got wide and she nodded vigorously. “Then you can start by sucking MY cock for a change!”

I dragged her forward as I sat back in my chair. Sarah began feverishly working at my belt and undid my pants. Easing my hard tool out, she looked up at me and gave me a slight, although still guarded smile.

She did a good job of it, that was for sure. Thinking about being kicked out of her cozy little nest and having to sleep in the streets she prowled ensured a level of sexual expertise that she had not shown me for a long time.

However, I’m quite sure that she had practiced her techniques enough on others! As her velvet textured mouth gobbled me down and her long, cool fingers teased and tickled the underside of my balls, I quickly realized that I was not going to last very long. The sight of her riding Mr. Reynolds was still fresh in my mind and that, coupled with her warm mouth enveloping my aching cock, would certainly guarantee that my enjoyment would be short-lived.

I wanted to punish her more than this. She had cheated on me, lied to me, and then lied about the cheating. And like I said, this wasn’t the first offense either. So I wanted to make sure she was properly chastened. And then the idea hit me. As my balls contracted and my seed coursed into her open, willing mouth, I came up with the answer ... if being a slut was what she wanted, I would make her my slut!

With Sarah still under threat of being kicked out onto the streets and left to her own devices for her indiscretion, I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to get her to agree to my idea. I had planned her humiliation well. As she knelt there at my feet, naked and with my cum dripping off her face, I explained what was going to become of my cheating slut wife.

“Okay, Sarah you want to be a slut, then you will be a slut. But I don’t want any fucking STD and I don’t want to sleep in any man’s wet spot either, so there are going to be some rules,” I started.

“Rules? What do you mean rules?” she asked.

“That’s right, slut, rules. And you will abide by every one of them or you will be looking for more than a good time ... you’ll be looking for someplace to sleep, understand? Now rule number one is that I must know about and approve every one of your ‘playdates’. Which means you cannot just go to a bar and find some half-drunk stool slob and have your way with him. You will have to set up arranged rendezvous and I will have to be informed on who you are meeting, where, and when,” I said.

“Okay that’s simple enough,” she said.

“Hold on, I’m not finished yet,” I said, “rule number two is that protection will be used all the time. I don’t want any surprises, be they diseases or dependents!”

“Okay, anything else?”

“Rule number three is that your Mr. Right has to pay for all expenses. I’m not about to support your habit. So he is going to pay for dinner and drinks, for transportation, and all other expenses in your playdate.”

“Next rule?”

“Rule number four is that your fun and games will not be held at home or in our bed. Let your Mr. Right pay for a room or whatever. This is my home and I will not host your fuckathons where I sleep. As it is, I’m going to have to burn these sheets!”

“Okay. Is there anything else?”

“Yes, rule number five is that you will not have sex with anyone we know. I don’t want any of our friends talking about how good you were or asking me if you are free this weekend.”

“Okay.”

“Now one final thing. When your fun and games is over, you will come back home and you will tell me all about it, sort of like a confession of your sin, and after you have confessed, you will be punished,” I told her.

“Punished? What do you mean punished?” she sat up straight, shocked at the idea.

“That’s right, slut. Remember you will be cheating on me each time you fuck another man. Even though I know about it, you are still being unfaithful. And so each time you do, you will be punished.”

“What kinds of punishment?”

“Well now that depends on what you do during your playdates, but things like over the knee spankings, and other things like that. I suspect these ‘punishments’ won’t deter you in the least and may even encourage your naughty behavior!” I said.

“Oooh, that one sounds interesting!” she said, with a naughty little smirk.

“Well I’m glad you think so ... because we still need to deal with today’s discretions!” I said.

“What?? What do you mean?” Sarah asked, startled at the sudden turn in the conversation. She thought we were only talking about future incidents. I caught her completely off-guard when I brought it back to what happened today.

“That’s right you cheating slut! Now get your naked whore ass into the bathroom and bring me back that big wooden hairbrush I saw on the counter!” I told her.

She rose up and went off to do as I said, looking back over her shoulder as she rounded the hallway corner where I first confronted her and her ex-boss. I caught her looking at me, and pointed to the bathroom sternly, indicating I wanted her to hurry up. With a playful smile, she turned the corner and in a couple moments reappeared carrying the hairbrush in her hand. She approached me and handed me the hairbrush then waited for what was to come next.

Sarah stood in front of me in all her radiant glory, a faint smile on her lips. My eyes tried to take in all of her at once, but she was too close. So I started at her small petite feet and slowly worked my way up her almost naked form.

Long slender legs encased in silky stockings were followed by narrow hips that framed her sex with its well trimmed blonde hair. The outer lips were narrow, short, and surprisingly tightly closed. I licked my lips. A narrow waist and flat stomach led up to ample 36C breasts with dark nipples that were stiff and hard. I licked my lips again and then let my eyes wander up to hers. I held her gaze for a time. When she shifted her hips nervously, I smiled. I knew the anticipation was killing her.

“Come over here and lay over my lap,” I indicated by patting my legs.

Licking her lips as she moved forward, she bent over my lap, her ass sticking up on one side and her breasts against the outside of the other thigh.

I laid my left arm across her shoulder blades and caressed her ass with my right hand. “You have been a very naughty slut, you know that?” I said in a low voice. You are going to have to be punished for your bad behavior.”

As she started to nod, my right hand came up and then down to land with a loud slapping sound on the right cheek of her beautiful ass. The blow was hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave much of a mark.

Sarah gasp loudly and then gasp again as my hand landed on the left cheek of her ass. I continued to alternate from cheek to cheek, moving the place my hand landed until both cheeks were cover and an even hot pink.

Sarah hadn’t made a sound since the first two gasps. In fact, she hadn’t even moved. Now, as I rubbed the hot skin of her ass, she moaned softly and spread her knees wider apart. I slipped my hand down between her legs and caressed the folds of her sopping wet sex. She moaned even louder.

I pressed the tip of my middle finger to her hot slippery opening and felt it slide slowly inside. Sarah made a loud groaning sound deep in her chest as her hips shook and flexed against my finger, driving it in even deeper.

Her inner muscles were grabbing and releasing my finger as she came. The heat and wetness of her sex increasing as her orgasm rolled on.

I worked my finger slowly in and out of her sex as she unhurriedly returned to earth. She sighed deeply and wiggled her ass from side to side. I returned to caressing her ass cheeks.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good,” she whispered and then sighed deeply.

“I’m glad that you have enjoyed yourself so far. However, this is a punishment and is not intended to feel good, slut.”

Sarah didn’t like the sound of that and started to move off my lap. I pressed down on her back and smacked her ass harder than I had earlier. “I didn’t tell you to get up.”

She wiggled back forward and lifted her ass. I smacked the other cheek. She gave out with a soft whimpering moan. I gave her another half dozen hard slaps on each ass cheek. Her ass was now lifting to meet my hand. I stopped and gently caressed her hot red ass. Her hips shivered and she moaned loudly.

“Are you going to come again, if I continue to spank you?” I asked her.

She nodded vigorously. It was time to pick up the pace with her spanking. I took the hairbrush in hand and began applying the heavy wooden tool to her upturned ass. Sarah’s hairbrush was about four inches wide and four inches long with a five inch long handle. The head of the brush had a smooth flat back, perfect for the use I was now putting it to. Made of heavy curly maple, it made a delightful crack as it landed on her soft creamy ass.

Sarah moaned with each blow her hairbrush made and by the time her hips started to jerk and shake, her ass was a bright cherry red over most of its surface. I caressed the hot skin as she continued to come. She was making a loud whining moaning sound deep in her chest. As the sound started to die, I slipped my hand between her legs and patted her dripping wet pussy. She jerked once with a loud moan and spread her legs even wider.

I patted her pussy harder. I could hear the wetness as my fingers made contact with her skin. She moved forward and tilted her ass up more. I patted her even harder. I was close to spanking her on her small oval pussy. The moan was continuous and even louder than before. A minute later she gave a yell, her hips were jerking and bucking so hard that she nearly slid off my lap headfirst.

I held her in place with my left arm and rubbed her pussy with my right. Her legs were straight out now and her ass was in the center of my lap. I had an excellent view of her wet pussy and the bright reddish pink bud of her clit standing tall and proud at the top of the slit.

I brushed my fingertip across her clit, barely grazing it. Her hips jerked and then shivered as she gave out with a loud incoherent yell. I went back to caressing her red ass cheeks. She shivered again and made a soft whimpering sound.

After a while, she made a soft sound of contentment and then sighed. “Thank you for spanking me, James,” she whispered breathily.

“You’re going to be sitting gingerly for a few days,” I whispered back.

“I deserved it. I’m sorry I cheated on you ... again.”

“Well I think this new arrangement will help with that. I may not be able to curb your coquettish ways, but at least I can make sure you stay safe while you are out whoring around.” I told her.

It was about two months after she was caught with Mr. Reynolds, that Sarah had her next little fling. We were having a nice evening out and had stopped at a small neighborhood bar for a couple drinks. This establishment had a central bar in a U-shape with the bartender working from inside.

There was only a few people in the place at the time, and most of those had taken up seats at the tables, rather than the stools around the bar itself. We took up a couple stools on one side and were enjoying our drinks when Sarah’s eye wandered across the bar to a guy sitting on the other side of the U directly across from us.

She must have thought he was a worthy match, because she began her flirting with him as I sat there next to her. He seemed a bit cautious at first in returning her flirting because I was sitting right there. But after a couple minutes when he saw I did nothing to stop it, his apprehension eased some and he began returning her admiration.