I've never been one for walking in through the front door and calling out to say that I'm home.
In fact on that day, because my wife was home, I walked to the back door which, technically, was the side door. As expected it wasn't locked. I plonked my laptop bag on the kitchen table and flicked the switch on the kettle.
I had thought I would find my wife in the kitchen. The sun was on that part of the house most of the day and she often liked to sit at the kitchen table with a coffee, listening to the radio, rather than sitting in the lounge, which was on the other side of the house and therefore colder.
She wasn't there though and wasn't in the lounge either. I thought maybe she was in her and Karen's room, finishing it off.
I walked upstairs. The door to our bedroom was open and I could see it was empty. It looked like my guess was right. The door to the girls' room was pushed to, though not closed. As I walked towards it I heard my wife's voice. At first I thought she was on the phone, presumably with Karen, discussing some aspect of their room. I could make out her saying "I want it that way".
You can imagine my shock when a male voice replied "Sounds good to me"
I froze.
The conversation, such as it was, continued, along with other, more obvious noises.
She had brought a man here. To our house. Our home!
Karen was one thing. But another man... My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe that she would do that.
And how could she separate her normal life and her other life if she was going to bring people here? Except, of course that she was in that room. It was like an enclave of her other life, within the territory of her everyday life. I supposed she thought she could do anything in there.
The sounds coming from the room now were of my wife expressing appreciation for the guy's cock, which was obviously inside her, in between her cries and moans.
I wanted to look. To see who this other guy was. How big his cock was. What it looked like when he fucked my wife with it. What the expression on her face was.
But I couldn't. I had no way of knowing what position they were in, or which way they were facing. Even opening the door slightly could be noticed.
Should I go, in case they heard me? No, as long as I was quiet I should be OK. They were unlikely to come out until they had finished and I would certainly know when that was!
So I stayed where I was, keeping my movement to a minimum, listening to some bloke fuck my wife. I heard her telling him that she wanted it harder, to be rough with her. I heard her asking for it up the arse and the sounds of his slaps on her buttocks. I heard her telling him to cum in her, how much she wanted it. I heard him doing just that and her reaction as she felt the hot spunk squirting inside her. I heard her asking to clean his cock. And overall I heard her cumming herself three times.
Once he had cum and they were obviously lying down on the bed, each of them telling the other how good that had been, I decided it was time to move. I wasn't sure if they were going to go again or not. It was only half two and my wife wasn't expecting me back for at least three hours. But I thought I had better go, just in case.
I went downstairs as quietly as I could, picked my stuff up from the kitchen and left the house the way I had come in.
It was as I walked back to my car that I noticed the black Audi parked over the road. I tried to recall whether it had been there when I arrived. I thought it had. It didn't belong to any of the neighbours and I hadn't seen it before. Was it his?
I got in my car and let the handbrake off, so that it rolled slowly back down off the drive. My wife hadn't heard me driving up, but she had probably been distracted by the fucking she was getting. Now that they had finished, or at least were having a break, I thought it best to be as quiet as possible.
When my car reached the bottom of the drive I looked around to check there were no other cars coming and turned the key in the ignition, but I wasn't going far.
I reversed out of the drive and kept on reversing back down the road, until I was out of sight of anyone looking out from my house. Then I parked up, switched the engine off and waited.
It was two hours before the guy emerged, got into the Audi, and drove off. He looked young, flash. Not someone I thought my wife would be attracted to, but I remembered that Andy guy she and Karen had a threesome with. There was a definite similarity between them.
Obviously my wife had got to the stage, with all the encounters she had now had, that she was confident enough with her body to fuck young guys like that alone, without needing Karen to hold her hand.
Idly, I wondered where Karen was this week, for them not to be together.
After the guy left, I did a three point turn and headed off in the opposite direction. I decided to give my wife a bit of time to clean herself up, without any suspicions that I knew what she had been up to.
I parked up in an out of the way street and checked my emails on my work mobile. I answered a few, then, at the usual time, headed home.
My wife greeted me as normal. This time she was in her usual place at the kitchen table.
I just asked her if she had had a nice day, kissed her affectionately on the top of her head and went upstairs to change.
As I took my shirt and socks to the wash basket in the bathroom, I suddenly thought about my wife's panties from earlier in the day. Were they in there? She would have been wearing something sexy, I had no doubt of that, and must have changed now, back into everyday knickers.
She would have been wet waiting for that guy to arrive and when he first arrived, so her knickers should be damp and laced with her scent. It would be nice to fill my nostrils with the smell of her pussy again.
But there was nothing there. Did she have a washbasket in her other room? I couldn't remember seeing one. I was certain that she didn't.
Maybe she hadn't worn her sexies then. Maybe she had arranged the meet at short notice. Or maybe she had just stripped completely for him. I was disappointed but maybe I could check later. If she had put the same panties back on and was wearing them now, they would still have her smell.
After changing I went back downstairs. I was feeling a bit mischievous, so I asked her if she had had a good day. She said it was alright. Clearly she wasn't going to divulge anything about the visit she had had. So I asked her if she had been doing stuff in her room. She blushed and said that she had just hoovered it and given the new furniture a going over with a duster.
I smiled to myself at her discomfort and the fact that I knew her little secret, that the furniture wasn't the only thing that had a going over in there today.
The evening passed uneventfully. I watched a film on Netflix on my tablet, whilst she watched TV, occasionally picking up her phone to tap away at it. I no longer assumed it was Karen she was chatting with. In fact I guessed it almost certainly wasn't.
As usual, my wife went to bed first. I took the opportunity to say my usual late night 'hello' to Chloe. I told her what had happened this afternoon and what I had found out about her meet yesterday. I also told her about my fruitless search to identify the mystery couple. She just asked me why I hadn't just logged in to my wife's Fab account to check her messages.
Of course! What an idiot. I hadn't thought of that at all. I set the account up for her so of course I knew her password.
I went to log in to the account whilst I was chatting with Chloe. I typed in the URL for Fab and entered my wife's username, 'want more 123', then the password. But it said that the username and password didn't match. I tried again. Had I mistyped or missed a capital? No, I tried all variations. But I knew for certain what it was. She had obviously changed the password.
I suppose she was right to, bearing in mind that I was trying to access her account without her permission, but I couldn't help seeing it as another example of her starting to keep things from me.
This really wasn't turning out as I had planned at all.
I told Chloe what had happened. Of course she had her own agenda, but when she said that it sounded like my wife was no longer going to keep me informed of her activities, or play by the rules I had set out, she was only saying what I had already thought myself. I gave her a virtual kiss goodnight and headed to bed, my head full of thoughts. Most of them very negative.
I decided it was time for a little test.
I went into our bedroom and casually suggested to my wife that we might have a little fun tonight. I said that I needed to reclaim her from all the men at the party.
She said that she would love to, but she hadn't had her results back from her latest online test yet, the one she did after Saturday night. I wondered whether a party like that would really be a bareback party, but of course that was irrelevant. I knew that it was the last two days' activities she hadn't had cleared.
I said that I didn't mind wearing a condom. But she said that she wasn't feeling great anyway.
It was exactly the response I expected. Things between us were going back to the way they were before I started all this. That was one of the reasons why I started all this. But it seemed all I had done was awaken something within my wife and now she was leaving me behind.
I didn't say anything but I was starting to get angry. I got changed silently into pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt and went to brush my teeth. I took my trunks and the socks and t-shirt I'd worn that evening to drop them in the wash basket. When I lifted the lid I immediately noticed one of my wife's fancy knickers in there. They were the briefs I had bought her for her meet with Andrew. The ones to go with the black basque.
They definitely hadn't been there earlier. I picked them up and looked at the gusset. It was almost completely white, covered as it was it in dried cum. The whole gusset. From front to back. Either the guy this afternoon had cum a lot or she had been leaking out of both holes.
She must have been wearing them until now. She obviously hadn't showered and had left this guy's cum in her all day. She had been sitting downstairs with me, feeling his spunk in her cunt and in her arse. Feeling it dribbling out of her. Feeling it smearing over her pussy lips as her briefs held it against her.
Maybe it was him she was messaging all night. Telling him how it felt. Telling him that her husband had no idea she was sitting there with another man's spunk in her.
I looked up, into the bathroom mirror and saw the mug looking back at me.
She was starting to play me for a right fool.
She had let another guy have her arse first.
She was letting other guys cum in her.
She was meeting people in secret.
She was meeting people in our house.
What else was she doing?
What had I done...
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Links
Pt 1
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/856618
Pt 2
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/858670
Pt 3
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/860928
Pt 4
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/863256
Pt 5
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/865962
Pt 6
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/867670
Pt 7
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/870371
Pt8
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/874077
Pt 9
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/877425
Pt 10
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/880993
Pt 11
https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/883255
