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Cheating Wife Pt 3
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She was only downstairs for a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity, I was so excited to see her. As I heard her get closer to the door my heartbeat quickened and although I’d just woken up I was wide awake in anticipation.
I looked across as she entered the room, my mouth so dry I couldn’t even talk for a split moment.
The first thing I noticed was the dress, she looked absolutely amazing, even sexier than the pictures I’d seen earlier that night. It looked shorter in reality and hugged her arse tightly, showing off her stunning curves.
“Hello stranger” I said jokingly “good night”
As she stood at the end of the bed the light from the TV lit her up, her fantastic cleavage plain to see. |
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“Yes it was good” she replied “didn’t think it’d be such a late one”
“What did you get up to then” I asked, curious to what she’d have to say.
“Went for the meal which was really nice, then on to a bar. We stayed there most of the night then got a lift back to Steph’s house”
“Oh” I said, followed by a pause, “get up to much there?”
“Not really, just had a few more drinks and chatted for ages. I didn’t even realise the time or I’d have text you”
“That‘s ok” I replied “as long as you had a good night”
All the time I was talking I was looking at her, turned on by how good she looked. Her cleavage looked beautiful in the changing light from the TV which also lit her her pale but shapely legs.
One thing did stand out, she looked different to the picture posted earlier. Her hair looked messed up rather than wavy, her mascara was smudged slightly, and the lipstick had been removed.
Although these could be red flags I assumed it was because she’d had a late night, nothing more than that.
My cock was getting hard looking at her, she looked incredibly sexy.
Darren may have spent the evening with her, but now it was my turn.
I got up from the bed still fully clothed and walked towards her.
She smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me, putting her arms around my neck.
As our lips touched and we kissed the taste of alcohol was very apparent. I placed my hand on her arse, caressing it through the thin dress, as I felt her firm tits press against me.
As our tongues flicked together passionately I began to slowly lift her dress up with hands, but as I slipped it up to the bottom of her arse she broke the kiss and whisper “no, not tonight” |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"“Yes it was good” she replied “didn’t think it’d be such a late one”
“What did you get up to then” I asked, curious to what she’d have to say.
“Went for the meal which was really nice, then on to a bar. We stayed there most of the night then got a lift back to Steph’s house”
“Oh” I said, followed by a pause, “get up to much there?”
“Not really, just had a few more drinks and chatted for ages. I didn’t even realise the time or I’d have text you”
“That‘s ok” I replied “as long as you had a good night”
All the time I was talking I was looking at her, turned on by how good she looked. Her cleavage looked beautiful in the changing light from the TV which also lit her her pale but shapely legs.
One thing did stand out, she looked different to the picture posted earlier. Her hair looked messed up rather than wavy, her mascara was smudged slightly, and the lipstick had been removed.
Although these could be red flags I assumed it was because she’d had a late night, nothing more than that.
My cock was getting hard looking at her, she looked incredibly sexy.
Darren may have spent the evening with her, but now it was my turn.
I got up from the bed still fully clothed and walked towards her.
She smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss me, putting her arms around my neck.
As our lips touched and we kissed the taste of alcohol was very apparent. I placed my hand on her arse, caressing it through the thin dress, as I felt her firm tits press against me.
As our tongues flicked together passionately I began to slowly lift her dress up with hands, but as I slipped it up to the bottom of her arse she broke the kiss and whisper “no, not tonight”"
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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“Why not” I asked quietly “I thought you’d want to”
“I’m just tired and have got a bit of a headache, maybe tomorrow” she whispered
“Ok” i disappointing replied before leaning forward and kissing her again, my hand on her arse again.
One think was very apparent, as we kissed and her boobs pressed against my they were firm but soft, making it very apparent she was wearing a thin bra, definitely not the one she’d left the house in earlier that night.
It was becoming obvious what had happened to that sexy underwear, she was in it still, but how should I react?
I moved my hand lower onto the back of her leg, and very subtly and slowly moved it upwards, I wanted to feel what knickers she had on.
As my hand got higher her dress started to lift slowly and the tips of my fingers reached her arse cheek. The top of my middle must only have been an inch from her pussy and as desperate to feel what she was wearing I had to go slowly as I didn’t want to appear obvious. My hand was cupping the bottom on her arse cheek as my finger got ever closer.
At that moment Claire abruptly cut the kiss off and wriggled her hips away from my hand.
She quickly pulled the bottom her dress back down before saying “no, I said tomorrow “
“Really” I asked, trying to hide my frustration from both finding out what she was wearing under the dress and especially the frustration of knowing I want going to fuck her that night.
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By (user no longer on site)
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Very good |
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Maybe she's not wearing any knickers and Darren has them |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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“Sorry, I just don’t fancy it now” she said, before moving away.
As frustrated as I was I wasn’t going to push it, so reluctantly moved towards the bed.
Claire didn’t say anything, but moved across the room and opened a drawer, taking out an old t shirt followed by a pair of knickers from another drawer.
“Back in a bit” she said, walking out the room and into the bathroom.
As I got undressed myself and got into to bed I did wonder why she’d left the bedroom to get changed, she didn’t normally do that.
As I lay there waiting for her I tried to listen what she was doing but couldn’t hear much, but a few minutes later she came back in. As she walked past and across the room I couldn’t help but admire her body. The t shirt quite short to her waist and the knickers hugged her tightly, her arse looking fantastic.
She got into bed beside my and gave me a quick hug before rolling over with her back to me.
“I’m so tired” mumbled as I moved on my side to spoon her, purposely pressing my semi hard cock against her arse.
“I love you” I said but didn’t get a reply as she was already asleep.
A laid there for a few moments enjoying the feeling of her arse against my cock, then I moved my hand up her side and towards her chest under her t shirt. It felt lovely cupping her firm tit in my hand as a thought entered my head... I wonder if Darrens hand had been in exactly the same place earlier.
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By *azpaulMan
over a year ago
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Need to check wash basket and her phone |
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By (user no longer on site)
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As said check the wash basket
Please continue |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Her tit felt good in my hand as I cupped it, her nipple touching the palm of my hand.
“Claire” i whispered, but no reply.
I tried again.... “Claire”
Nothing. She was in a deep d*unken sleep and there was no waking her.
As I lay there spooning her the thought kept running through my mind, I needed confirmation.
I slowly took my hand away and moved onto my back, she didn’t even stir.
Her breathing was light and shallow, fast asleep, I knew this was my chance.
I slowly and carefully climbed out of bed, constantly checking she was asleep.
There was no need to worry, a bomb wouldn’t have woken her up right now.
I quietly moved out the bedroom into the hallway, the rising sun giving me just about enough light to see what I was doing.
I moved over to the wash bin and paused for a moment, should I really be doing this?
I didn’t have to think for long, I was desperate to know.
I open the the lid and look in, her dress was at the top wrapped up.
As I reached down and took it in my fingers I could feel my heart pounding in my chest in excitement and anticipation.
My finger was holding a shoulder strap as I lifted it up. I was expecting to see her underwear underneath it, but instead something black fell from inside the dress. It was instantly obvious what it was... her sexy lacy bra and knickers wrapped up and hidden inside the dress.
My heart sank, this partly confirmed what I’d been thinking earlier, but I was desperate to find more. I put the dress over the side of the wash bin and picked the bra and knickers up from where they’d fallen |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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They were scrunched together in a ball, seemingly trying to be hidden.
I separated them in my trembling hands and put the bra on top of the dress, keeping hold of the thin lacy knickers.
I paused for a moment then opened them, wondering if I’d find any clear evidence of cheating. I was almost disappointed there was no cum in them, as that would have made things clearer. I put my finger on the gusset section feeling massively turned on knowing they’d been against her shaven pussy that night. As i felt them something was very clear, they felt damp. It wasn’t hugely obvious, and not wet through, just damp. Instantly my mind went to the obvious, what has she been doing in them? Had she been turned on? Was someone touching her through them?
Or was it something innocent? She’d been out in a bar, so had she just got hot? Had she been dancing and got sweaty? Had she been rushing after having a wee?
I tried to convince myself it was one of the latter, but whatever it was I was turned on. I paused for a moment listening, no noise from the bedroom... she was still asleep. As I enjoyed the feeling on the knickers in my hand I lifted them towards my face and breathed in, I could smell the delicious scent of her pussy on them.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I began to imagine what she could have been doing, picturing her in a bar with Darren, standing close to him talking as his hand touched her arse. I imagined him admiring her cleavage, maybe picturing what she looked like topless as he tried to subtly look at her tits.
Was she flirting with him, was the drink giving her confidence to get past her shyness.
As I pictured them together and took in the scent from her knickers a thought hit me. If I wanted to really know what happened I could look at her phone, and I’d never get a chance as good as this. If there was any evidence on there surely she’d delete it tomorrow when she was sober. If I wanted to know I had to do it now.
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I carefully scrunched the bra and knickers back together, putting them back in the wash bin with her dress.
Quietly I went back into the bedroom to find her handbag but I couldn’t see it. I looked beside the bed but nothing, wondering where it could be. I tried to remember if she had it with her when she came into the bedroom, I don’t think she did. I checked her again, it was still very apparent she was in a deep sleep so I slowly made my way out the bedroom. A quick look in the hallway, no, nothing. So I made my way downstairs.
I felt excited and dry mouthed as I saw it beside the front door. I very slowly and very quietly undid the zip whilst leaving the bag in place.
I paused for a moment, the reality of finding something that could change our relationship was all of a sudden very real.
‘Should I really do this’ I asked myself, knowing full well I was going to to it anyway.
Once the zip was fully open I pulled at the top of the bag to see inside, the phone sitting there.
My hands were shaking as I reached in and pulled it out, waiting a few moments before pressing the screen |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I was trembling as the phone lit up. 1 new message. Steph Work.
Should I read it? If I did she could know I’d have been looking. I waited for a moment before remembering how tipsy Claire was, she’d never remember if she’d seen it or not.
I pressed on it, into her messages. The text was unimportant, just ‘ok hun, see you tomorrow x’
I scrolled up slightly to see the previous ones.
I went to earlier that day. Nothing exciting, just chat about meeting as Steph’s after work to get ready, at lest I knew she hadn’t been lying about that. I scrolled down to the more recent ones from the evening, after they arrived for the meal there was only a few. The first one I saw for my interest back. It was sent at 11.40. ‘Where are you, have you left already? X’
If that was the case where had she been for 4 hours? I was getting excited ready it, I scrolled down more.
The next text was send just after midnight and almost made me drop the phone. I couldn’t believe it. I started breathing quicker and heavier, different emotions suddenly filling my head.
It was from Steph again.
‘Kelly said you and Darren have left, get home safe. I’m around all day tomorrow, call me when you’re collecting the car as your bag is at mine xx’
I couldn’t believe it was actually true, there was something going on. I was angry. How could she do this to me, what the hell was she doing?
I stood there for a few moments trying to take in what I’d just read. I was pissed off, but also very conscious cock was hard. Very hard.
Then I remembered... I was so taken back by that message from Steph I hadn’t even looked at other messages.
I pressed out of that message and into the inbox. There was a message below Steph’s.
Darren Work |
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By (user no longer on site)
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This is going to be good  |
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I think the word is 'busted' but when he knows what will he do ? |
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Guilty, no cum in her knickers as Darren wore a condom |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Again I waited a few moments... nervous, angry and excited to what I was going to.
I had a quick look up the stairs and listened quietly incase Claire was moving but nothing at all.
My thumb hovered over the message as I questioned myself one last time. Do I really want to see this.
Yes I did.
I pressed on the screen eager to see what was there.
At first I was disappointed, there were only a few messages. All the previous ones had been deleted.
I scrolled to the top one and read it apprehensively.
It was from him, sent at 11.18
‘It’s all sorted. Come and find me, but be subtle’
Claire had relied to it, simply ‘ok I’m ready now xx’
Then there was one last message sent from Claire a few moments before she arrived back, saying ‘home now, will message you tomorrow xx’
That was it. I was expecting to find out more, but that gave me enough to think about.
What the hell was sorted at 11.18, and where had she been. She was obviously with him, but where did they go?
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By *duk70Man
over a year ago
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So damn good can’t wait for more |
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Come on, don't leave it there! |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Damn What next I wonder |
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This one's a slow burner love it haha |
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Looking forward to more of this |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I continued to stand there with her phone in my hard almost in a daze, different thoughts going around my head.
I tried to reassure myself nothing was going on, but I knew nothing i thought could override the evidence.
I wanted to know more, what else could I check?
Pictures.
I pressed out of the messages and into the pictures.
There were a few of the meal and in the bar but just of her female colleagues together, obviously d*unk and enjoying themselves. I was hoping to see another picture of her and Darren together, this time on her phone, but nothing.
Deleted pictures, what about them I thought?
As I pressed into them and the images appeared I was instantly turned on and excited.
There were two selfies Claire had taken looking amazing. It was of her top half wearing the thin lacy bra, taken at an angle that showed off her amazing cleavage and did leave much to the imagination at all, the shape of her tits clear to see. Her hair and make up made her look even better than normal, and she had a naughty glint in her eye, giving a real sexy look.
She looked incredible as cock pressed against my boxer shorts.
For a moment I was stupid, wondering why she hadn’t sent it to me. Then reality kicked in... that picture wasn’t meant for me was it? It was for Darren.
I should have been mad, angry that she was sending sexy pictures to another guy.
But I wasn’t.
Instead I began imagining him receiving that picture, checking out and getting aroused by my sexy wife.
This was odd, why was I feeling like this? Why wasn’t I mad?
I pictured her taking the picture, hopefully feeling sexy and naughty, completely ignoring her shyness.
My cock was incredibly hard, and as I stood there looking at that picture I slid my hand inside my boxer shorts, taking hold of my cock, stoking it as I looked at her.
‘Fuck, she looks good’ I thought to myself |
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Fabulous.
So much suspense.
So much impatience for the next post
Bravo |
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More please...
On edge, waiting |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I was conscious that I didn’t know how much time I had, so that pleasure would have to wait.
That picture looked so good I wanted it myself, so I pressed recover and went back into the photos.
I had to scroll a little bit to find it, which I was glad as it’d show me when it was taken. There it was, done at 6.34 that evening.
She must have taken it whilst getting ready at Steph’s.
I sent the picture to myself and then deleted both the message and the photos, covering my tracks.
What else could I check for evidence? Her handbag.
She was only using a small one that evening, so there couldn’t have been much in there. I put her phone down and open the the bag, using the little light there was to see inside. It was hard to see to I put my hand inside and pulled bits out. Some money, bank card, lip stick, tissue. My finger touched something else and I straight away knew what it was. I pulled it out to be sure... an unused condom. It was clearly from the box I’d found in her drawers. Two things instantly came into my head. Why had she taken a condom on a night out, and where was the other one?
I stood there in disbelief shaking my head, the disappointment of what Claire had been doing hitting me as a reality. No matter how much I tried to convince myself nothing was going on how much could I ignore the obvious, she was either cheating on me or planning to.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Oh she’s done it  "
Definitely hope so |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Mmmmm |
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That's why there was no cum in her knickers |
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Her panties must of been soooo wettttt |
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I think she’s found him looking at her phone and she’s shot him. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Like a episode power u just cant get enough of it please write more |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Like a episode power u just cant get enough of it please write more |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Like a episode of power u just cant get enough of it please write more |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I felt disgusted and pissed off, I’d given her everything and this is how she treated me.
How should I deal with it?
I put the phone and condom back in her bag, did the zip up and began walking back up the stairs. As I entered the bedroom I looked at Claire laying in the bed. She was so peaceful, obviously tired after a busy night.
I slowly got back into the bed being careful not to wake her, I didn’t want her to have any suspicion I knew what she’d been up to, even if the reality was I knew very little.
As I lay there wide awake different thoughts went through my head. Why would she do this? Was she unhappy, did I not satisfy her? Had Darren taken advantage of her? Had they even done anything, was there a way this was all totally innocent? I didn’t know what to think or how to feel.
I looked over at her laying on her side, her back towards me. The duvet had moved down and her t shirt had moved up, her back and the top of her knickers visible. I moved a hand over and pulled the duvet lower, fuck she looked good.
As I looked at her arse I imagined Darren’s hand on it, feeling those beautiful curves.
My cock was still semi erect but as I pictured him touching her it got harder, excited by the idea of another guys hands on my wife.
I moved into my side facing her, putting my hand on her side and slowly moving it down to her hip.
I edged myself closer to her, the scent of her perfume and my hand on her hip making my cock pulse.
I moved myself closer her again as I gently pulled Claire hips towards me, pressing my hard cock against her arse. |
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Carry on please, need to know what happens next |
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By *ndecidedjMan
over a year ago
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She's gonna call you Darren in her sleep! |
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Her arse felt amazing against me, my cock pushed between her cheeks.
I pulled her hips gently towards me, pushing my cock harder against her.
I slowly moved my hand up her side and under her t shirt, towards the front feeling for her tits.
As my hand cupped her soft but pert boob my cock twinged again, the feel of her body exciting me event more.
I moved my head closer, kissing her neck as I caressed her tit. As I slowly and gently kissed her I couldn’t help but imagine if Darren had been doing this earlier, kissing my shy innocent wife whilst he explored her body. The vision of of that for me even more excited. What was I thinking? How was that turning me on?
Claire began to stir as I groped her tit firmer, I was desperate to fuck her.
I continued to kiss her and feel her, trying to wake her and turn her on at the same time.
She turned her head towards me but kept her eyes closed. I put my lips against hers and kissed her. Claire responses by kissing me back, gently as first but quickly becoming more passionate, our tongues flicking together.
I moved my hand away from her boob and slid if down her body, squeezing it between our bodies as I spooned her, grabbing at her arse.
My finger touched the material covering her pussy and I began rubbing against it, trying to make her excited and get her wet.
Just as I was getting my hopes up of fucking her she dashed them. She moved her hand to mine and moved it away, pulling it bad onto her hip.
She broke the kiss, then whispered “no, not now, maybe tomorrow” before moving her head back to the pillow and going back to sleep.
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I felt both frustrated and annoyed. Was she so focused on having fun elsewhere that she didn’t have the time for me? I moved away from her and laid on my back trying to show her how I felt but it was pointless, she was in a deep sleep.
As I lay there all the different thought and scenarios went through my head Of what could have happened that night, of what she’d been doing.
I wasn’t sure what think. I couldn’t believe she’s actually do anything like that so I kept questioning myself. Was I read i reading too much into things? Was I jumping to conclusions? She wouldn’t really do that, would she? Then i considered all the evidence. How could I deny it? All the clues were there, was I being a fool trying to pretend nothing was going on? All the thoughts kept going around my head, and I began imagining the two of them together, picturing him kissing her, touching her, his cock fucking her.
I closed my eyes and slowly played with my cock, the thought of her dressed in her sexy underwear for him in my mind.
I woke up in a daze, it was light. Shit, I’d fallen asleep, what time was it. I checked the alarm clock... 9.40
I looked over to Claire, nothing. She wasn’t in bed. I listened out, no shower.
Where was she? I called her name but didn’t hear a reply.
I got out of bed and walked downstairs, her handbag still in the same place as last night but it was open. I looked inside and her phone was gone.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement in the garden, it was Claire. I moved towards the rear door and looked outside. She was standing in the garden in her dressing gown on her phone talking to someone. I opened the door and stepped outside. She looked over at me seeming slightly startled seeing me. She put her hand over the bottom of the phone and quietly said “I’m on the phone to Steph, I’ll be in shortly “
I went back inside and made out I was making a drink, all the time watching her without her seeing me.
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over a year ago
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A few minutes later she finished the call as I moved into the kitchen as I saw her approaching the door. I made out I was making a drink as she walked past
“You ok “ I asked
She partly jumped, almost forgetting I was there
“Oh, er, yeah ok” she stuttered
“Everything alright” I replied, know full well it wasn’t
“Erm, yeah it’s alright, er, just talking to Steph about last night”.
“Ok” replied “everyone have a good evening”.
She paused for a moment, seemingly miles away.
“Erm yes I think so” she replied “I’m just going upstairs to finishing getting ready”.
She wasn’t herself at all, very coy and unconfident. I watch her legs as she walked up the stairs, feeling very unsure as to what was going on.
I waited a few minutes and walked upstairs. As I entered the bedroom Claire was sitting on the edge of the bed. I walked into the room and looked at her. As I tried to make eye contact with her she looked away, but it was obvious to see she was crying.
“What’s the matter” I asked, not really knowing if i actually wanted the answer
She didn’t answer me and just moved her head to look at the floor.
“Have I done something wrong” I said
Again, no answer, just a blank look at the floor.
I waited a few moments before asking again.
“Are you going to tell me” I asked.
She lifted her head and looked at me, it was clear to see her tears.
“It’s not something you’ve done” she muttered quietly “it’s me”
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