Suspicious Mind, Suspect Wife

I woke up with a headache so went into the bathroom for aspirin and my toothbrush. Angela came in behind me and snaked her arms around my waist. One hand dropped down to my manhood and I willed it not to get hard.

"You were quite a beast last night, Bobby," she purred.

"You were some kind of beast yourself, at the party that is."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyes narrowed at me in the mirror.

"The way you were flirting with Mr Barnes."

She laughed. "All the salesmen's wives flirt with Mr Barnes. It's part of the job."

"You were taking it too far. People were noticing."

She took a step back as I turned to face her. "Who? Who was noticing?"

"I was noticing," I said, poking myself in the chest with my thumb. "I thought you were going to start making out with him."

She laughed again, "Making out with old Mr Barnes. What would you do if I made out with Mr Barnes?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. The smile faded from her face and she asked me again, this time without the note of humor in her voice.

"What would you do, Bob, if I made out with Mr Barnes?"

I tried again to say something. Instead, I pinned her to the bathroom door and stuffed my tongue in her mouth.

"Interesting," she said when we broke the clinch.

*

Angela didn't let it go. Of course she didn't. We were having our Friday movie night and I was feeling frisky. As we kissed and caressed by the flickering light from the television she brought it up again.

"What if I was making out with old Mr Barnes right now?"

I tried to shut her up by kissing her more aggressively. She liked that. But she wouldn't shut up.

"What if I was touching his cock right now like I'm touching yours?"

I put my hand on hers and squeezed it around my bulge in my pants, nuzzling her sweetly-scented neck.

"What if I was unzipping his fly and getting his dick out? Do you think he can still get it up?"

The touch of her hand on my rod made my breath come in staccato. The tops of her breasts brushed my stiff dick as she rolled over to kneel between my knees. I leaned back and shut my eyes to wait for the touch of her lips. She did not keep me waiting long.

"Do you think Mr Barnes would like having me down on my knees like this, gagging on his cock?"

I nudged her back down with my fingertips and she sucked and slurped for several minutes. Then she licked her way down to my balls and gave them each a suck before licking her way back to the tip.

"Do you think Mr Barnes has gray hair on his nuts? Oh! You like that do you?"

Again I nudged her down. She alternated between sucking on it and taunting me with this ugly vision of her and my boss.

"What would you do, Bob, if you saw me sucking his dick... would you kick his ass... would you kick my ass...?"

I was getting close, despite her mockery, and my breath was coming in gasps.

"Or would you stand there and watch... maybe get your dick out and yank it..."

I grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her face down on my cock, erupting in her mouth. Some of it she swallowed, some she let drool down her chin. She stood and straddled my thighs, kissing me deeply, making me kiss her back despite her messy face.

"Interesting," she said when she let me up.

*

I was having second thoughts about letting Angela invite her ex-boyfriend over for dinner. She assured me they were only friends and had been since dating briefly in college. Rocky seemed to have a different idea and spent much of the evening with his arm around her and telling racy tales of their time together. I have to admit, it was fun hearing about what a naughty girl she used to be so it wasn't all bad. But I didn't like how he would try to grope her when he thought I wasn't looking. And I hated how Angela seemed to put up only token resistance when he did so.

Late in the evening, I was coming out of the bathroom and didn't see either one of them in the living room where I left them. I looked in the dining room, down the hall. Then I heard what sounded like lip-smacking sounds coming from the kitchen. They were both in there when I walked in. She was in the corner against the refrigerator. He was leaning nonchalantly on the island counter, slurping noisily on a watery margarita. They were both flushed, probably from the tequila.

Back in the living room the three of us sat there looking at each other. Rocky had his arm around Angela and wore a leer on his face.

"You look tired, Bob," said Angela. "Why don't you go lie down and I'll join you when Rock and I are done talking."

"I'm fine," I told her and Rocky looked disappointed.

"Well, I need to get cracking anyway," he said and got up to leave.

Angela took his arm and led him to the door. "I'll walk you out."

The driveway was too dark for me to see them very well but I watched through the gap in the curtains as they stood by his car and talked for a while. Angela would glance toward the window periodically and I would pretend not to be looking. Then she stood on her toes and leaned up to whisper something to him. Or maybe she kissed him on the cheek. Whatever it was, I thought it was weird.

When we were finally alone she took off her panties and sat on my face for an hour. She was so wet I might have drowned.

*

Mr Barnes rented out the Bijou Theater for the company Christmas party. We blasted through our sales goals this year so the spread was lavish and the liquor was flowing. I was talking with the boss when Angela came up to him and said, "Excuse me, Mr Barnes, but I noticed you are standing under the mistletoe."

Then she kissed him right on the lips and it sure looked like there was some tongue in there as well. It was so unexpected and happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. They broke their embrace and she turned to me. "Oh, and you too, honey."

The kiss she gave me was warm and inviting but not as deep as the one she gave Mr Barnes. She turned and walked off and I scanned the room to see if anyone else had witnessed what happened. Word must have gotten around because I could see my co-workers pointedly stepping under the mistletoe when my wife passed by. Thankfully, she didn't notice or acknowledge them.

*

One night Angela got on top and was riding me like a jockey. We were sweating and grunting and she looked so beautiful bouncing up and down on my cock. I had my head resting on my palms and was enjoying the sway of her breasts when she rose and kept rising until my cock slipped out and I groaned in protest. She reached between her legs and took me in her fingertips, then lowered herself back down on me.

There was something about how much tighter she was and how not so wet she was and the whine she made as she impaled herself on me. It took a few moments to realize she was taking me up her ass. We had never done that before so it came as a surprise. Surely it can't be that easy the first time.

She sighed as her ass came to rest on my pelvis and sat up straight so I could see my cock, not in her pussy but an inch below it. I lifted my upper body onto my elbows but didn't dare move below the waist. She balanced on the balls of her feet and, never breaking eye contact, she fucked herself in the ass with my cock. Rising and falling slowly at first but picking up speed as she gained confidence.

I finished so hard it was like the very first time I'd ever come.

"Wow, babe. We've never done that before." I said for lack of anything better to say.

"We haven't?" She replied. "Are you sure?"

"Uh, yeah. You said you didn't do that. Remember?"

She lay down on my chest, my semi-rigid penis still in the clutch of her tight anus.

"Oh, women say that when they don't want to do it. I just felt like doing it tonight."

"So you've done it before?" I asked, knowing what the answer must be but not sure I wanted to hear it.

"Yeah, Rocky and I tried it once or twice."

"Back in college," I prompted her.

"Yeah," she said, "Back in college."

*

Needless to say, I was starting to get suspicious of my dear wife. Figuring it would pay to be vigilant, I decided to keep an eye on her. I started going through her social media. Nothing too suspicious except for the long chat history with Rocky, her ex. I read that in its entirety and aside from the frequent selfies they sent each other nothing stood out.

Periodically I would ask to borrow her phone, pretending mine was out of battery or whatever. Text messages, pictures, map requests... either she wasn't carrying on or she was covering her tracks. I put a tag on her car. I installed hidden cameras in our home, including our bedroom. If she was getting laid while I was on the road, she wasn't doing it in our bed, at least.

I was so relieved to find no evidence of her cheating that I would get highly aroused while checking the cameras and searching through her things. She never knew why I was jumping her bones at random times but she sure liked it. Of course, to confuse matters I got highly aroused whenever I did find evidence of her cheating. And that happened more times than I liked.

*

One time I was getting a series of alerts from our smart doorbell. This happens sometimes and I usually pause the notifications after confirming nothing is amiss. This time it was alerting on a pickup truck in the driveway. I knew the plumber was out that day and I could see him sitting there behind the wheel, one arm resting on the ledge of the open window. I kept checking back so that I could re-enable notifications when he left.

Suddenly, Angela comes walking around from the far side of the truck and waves to him as he backs down the driveway. I went back and reviewed the footage and saw her get in the truck. I couldn't see her sitting on the passenger side because of the camera angle. But according to the timestamp she must have been in there for more than ten minutes. I casually asked her about it over dinner and she explained that his credit card reader plugged into the DC outlet in his cab.

"The damn thing kept rejecting every card I tried. Seemed like it took minutes for every try, too. He finally agreed to take a check."

"Sounds like he has weak network coverage," I suggested.

"Yeah, that must have been it."

*

That summer we went to a wedding reception at Rockwell gardens. We became separated after dinner and I wandered around the venue looking for her. In an unused hall I ran into her coming out of the men's bathroom and right behind her was the father of the bride.

"Oh, honey," she blurted when she saw me. "The funniest thing. I went into the men's restroom by mistake. Gave Mr Hanson here quite a scare."

Mr Hanson laughed nervously and would not meet my eye. "Yeah, quite a scare. I thought I was in the women's restroom for a moment."

*

One time she came home from the gym without her bra. She said that it had been stolen from her locker. They didn't take her purse or anything -- just her bra. I suggested she warn the gym there was a pervert on the premises and to check their surveillance tapes. She shrugged and said it was no big deal. She would just get a better padlock.

Another time we both pulled into the driveway at the same time and when I went to kiss her she shied away. Covering her mouth she apologized, saying she had thrown up a little and needed to brush her teeth. I did notice a faint odor on her breath -- not bad, not like vomit. But I let her brush her teeth before I kissed her. After that I noticed she took up the habit of carrying chewing gum in her purse. Didn't know she was a gum chewer.

She was reading a book and I noticed that she was using a folded up piece of brown paper as a bookmark. I reached to pick it up and she held out her hand for me to give it to her. Instead, I unfolded it to reveal it was a receipt for the shitty motel out by the interstate.

"What the hell is this?" I demanded to know.

"It's a motel slip," she replied. She was acting casual. "I found it and thought it was funny. See the names?"

The receipt was made out to "Jack and Jill Meehoff" which, I had to admit, was kind of funny.

"Well, you should throw it away and get a proper bookmark," I said and handed the paper back to her.

"I sure will, babe," she assured me and tucked the paper into her shirt pocket.

*

Things nearly came to a head, in a manner of speaking, at yet another work party, this one in Mr Barnes' spacious home. I wasn't feeling very well so I went looking for Angela so we could go home. I looked in the obvious places but couldn't find her so I ventured down the hall to the bedrooms. A dim light was showing in the master suite so I poked my head in and asked for pardon. Mr Barnes, sitting on the end of the bed, looked at me over his shoulder and ordered me out of the room.

"Out!" He shouted.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Out! Now!" He pointed at me and even in the dim light I could tell he was pissed. Not good.

As I withdrew, I saw at a glance that a woman's stockinged calves and black stiletto heels were jutting out from between his feet. No wonder he was upset.

Later he approached me privately to apologize.

"Bob, what you saw in there..."

"It's okay, Mr Barnes," I assured him. "I understand."

"I just want you to know, I never intended..."

"Hey, don't worry about it. If anyone's to blame it's me for interrupting. You should be able to have a little fun at your own party."

"Really?" He said and gave me a funny look.

I was spared further embarrassment by the arrival of my wife who took me by the arm and steered me out to the driveway. It wasn't until we were home and getting undressed that I noticed her stockinged calves and black stiletto heels. But you know? Half the women at the party were probably dressed the same way.

*

We were packing for a trip when I got a call from work. I had to sign off on some contract amendments and it couldn't wait. We decided that Angela would go ahead to the resort to claim our reservation and I would join her the next day. After the long drive I texted her to let her know I was there and went into the restaurant to get a quick bite.

In the booth next to me two guys were telling a third about a hot slut who spent the night in their room.

"It was unbelievable, man," one said, "like a real life dirty movie."

"Hell, yeah," said the other, "the bitch was insatiable."

"Oh wow," said the third, "do you think I'll get to join in tonight?"

"Well, she does have three holes," the first one said.

"Hell, yeah," the second one said with a derisive laugh, "we checked."

"Hold up," said the first and looked across the room toward the entrance.

The other two looked the same way and so did I, out of curiosity. And there she was, my dear wife. She was smiling broadly at me as she approached my table. Then, as she slid into the seat next to me, I saw her make the briefest of eye contact with our neighbors in the next booth. The three of them ignored us after that except for occasionally glancing at her and smirking at me.

*

"Would it be a problem if I got a job with the company?" Angela asked one day.

I looked up from my breakfast, surprised. "You don't have to work, sweetie. And if you did, why the company?"

"Well, Mr Barnes offered me a job."

"Doing what? When did this happen?"

"He wants me to go on a business trip with him. To help him with business."

I looked at her incredulously. Was she really that dumb? Or did she think I was the dumb one?

"Sounds like an excuse for you and him to shack up."

Her eyes narrowed at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, sweetie. I know you're screwing him. And that's not all I know."

"I don't think you know much. Not for certain, you don't."

I was taken aback. She wasn't even denying it. "I'm your husband, Angie. Don't you think I'm entitled to the truth?"

She grinned and did a crappy Jack Nicholson voice. "You can't handle the truth."

When I didn't laugh she pushed her breakfast plate away and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and looking like a treat in her frilly white nightie.

"Honestly, Bobby. I don't think you can handle knowing for sure." Our eyes met and she wasn't flinching. "We've been playing this game for a while -- me throwing you bones and you pretending not to catch them. You may think you want me to spell it out. But I'm pretty sure you won't think it's fun anymore if I do."

I wasn't flinching either. "Try me."

She looked me over. "Okay. Why don't we have a little swing party with a couple I know? That way you can get some too and maybe then you won't take it so hard."

I looked her over. I wanted to tell her that I didn't need to fuck another man's wife to make myself feel good, that knowing the truth, seeing the evidence with my own eyes, would be satisfying enough for me. But that would make it sound like I just wanted to watch her get laid and that would be weird. So I took the olive branch she was offering.

"You're on," I said, bravely.

*

Rocky didn't waste any time in the hotel room. Angela was still taking her panties off when he pushed her down on one of the beds and clumsily mounted her. I was relieved that he wasn't that well hung despite his height and build. I'd been looking forward to seeing how it would go but now that it was happening I felt self-conscious and out of place.

"Do you do this often?" Asked Rocky's wife, Wanda. She was an attractive dark-haired woman, her plain white undergarments making a bright contrast against her tan skin. The two of us sat side by side while Rocky railed my wife and tried to remove her bra at the same time.

"This is our first time. Well, my first time," I added, indicating Angela with a nod of my head.

"Oh, heh. That's awkward," she said. "But I know how you feel. I really only do this so I'm not left out when Rocky wants to play."

Wanda's husband had gotten my wife's bra off so he pulled her onto his lap so he could suck on her tits. Her moans filled the room as he relentlessly hammered her wet cunt. I was glad she was facing away from me. I would have hated to make eye contact with her like that.

"Well," sighed Wanda, "I guess we'd better get to it."

We got the rest of the way undressed and crawled under the covers. It was weird being naked with a woman I had just met while my wife was being manhandled a few feet away. I kissed her and she kissed me back. It crossed my mind that if we met under other circumstances, we might make beautiful love that evening. As it was, I didn't feel very sexy at all.

"It's not easy, the first time," she whispered in my ear. "But it's important you do this. Let me help you, okay?"

She kissed me again and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest and back. She cupped one of my buns and slid her hand over my hip to wrap around my semi-stiffy. Her gentle hands and soft lips helped to disarm me and I could almost ignore the sounds of sex coming from the other bed. Frankly, I thought most of Angela's groans were from Rocky's rough attempts to position her rather than anything he was doing with his dick.

Wanda crawled down and took me in her mouth. The situation was spicy enough that I found my mojo. She made a pleased humming sound as I swelled to fill her mouth. She rolled on to her back and I licked her between her spread legs before pushing my cock deep inside her. We looked into each other's eyes, feeling more like good friends than lovers, and sweetly, romantically, fulfilled our part of the bargain.

She asked if she could get on top and I rolled on my back. I ran my hands over her figure as she lay on my chest. Remembering a time when Angela was sitting on my dick I ran my fingertips down the cleft of Wanda's ass and grazed her little butthole. She moaned softly in my ear. Encouraged, I pressed the tip of my middle finger against her rosebud and tried to penetrate her. She reached back and grasped my wrist lightly.

"We can't do anal," she whispered apologetically. "Rocky doesn't allow it."

I thought that was rich, considering he had done anal with my wife... back in college. But I didn't want to embarrass her or put her on a spot so I contented myself with circling her wrinkled pucker while she rode me a little faster and jerked spasmodically. We managed to time our climaxes just right which made me feel better about our coupling.

Unfortunately, Rocky and Angela still had a way to go so Wanda and I spooned while we watched him take her doggy style, their grunts and the slap of their bodies echoing off the walls. I hate to admit that Angela was right but it was true, I wasn't enjoying it any more. While I did like to watch her get laid, I didn't like being there when it happened, to be seen and to be judged. He rammed into her one last time and I cringed as he filled up her creampie.

*

Wanda and I were relieved that it was all over. Maybe Angela was, too. Rocky got out of bed and quickly began dressing. The rest of us started to follow suit.

"Well, I hope everyone had a good time. I know I did" Rocky smiled at Angela as he said this. "But I have an announcement to make. Angie and I have decided we want to be together so, uh, we are going to be divorcing the two of you."

I was taken aback and searched for something to say. The ladies beat me to it.

"What the fuck?" Wanda exclaimed.

"What in hell are you talking about?" Asked Angela. "I'm not leaving my husband. I love him."

Rocky's expression went from pompous to pathetic. "But when I asked if you wanted to be with me forever you said you wanted it more than anything in the world."

Angela shook her head in disbelief. "Damn it, fucker. That was pillow talk. Everybody says things like that. But they don't mean it."

Wanda angrily butted in. "Hold the fuck up. You've been seeing her without me? You are so screwed now, you asshole."

She quickly got dressed, ignoring his attempts to calm her down. Angela and I sat still until Wanda stormed out with Rocky impotently nipping at her heels.

I looked over at my wife, half dressed in the other bed. "You... you love me?"

"Yeah, of course I do," she replied earnestly. "I love you like crazy."

"But what about these guys you get with?"

"Hey, I like having casual sex. And you've been enjoying it too, if I'm not mistaken. But if it bothers you I'll gladly do without."

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief that my relationship with Angela was still solid.

"All you have to do is say the word, Bob. Tell me that you don't want me to sleep around and I'll stop, just like that."

That was all I had to do, open my mouth and say the words. So why did I sit there like an idiot, looking into her eyes. I stood and crossed the gap between the beds and knelt before her. Sliding her panties off, I spread her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth but instead of speaking I french-kissed her freshly fucked pussy.

"Interesting." she said as she brought her feet to rest on my shoulders.

*

I kept a close eye on Angela the next time we went to dinner with the boss, foiling his attempts to get her alone. Finally, right in front of me he asked her if she'd considered his job offer.

"I'm sorry, Mr Barnes," she said to him, "My husband doesn't want me to work outside the home."

He looked defeated, then asked me, "What about inside the home?"

I looked at Angela. She had a look of amusement on her face, daring me to say something, knowing that I wouldn't. I thought about the two hidden cameras I had installed in our bedroom and the one in the master bath, pointed at the shower. I might just find out the hard way whether Mr Barnes had gray hair on his nuts.

"I... think she could do some volunteer work, in the home, every now and then... if that would work."

He smiled and nodded, trying not to look too happy about it. "That works for me. How about you, Angela?"

She gave him a brilliant smile. "I can hardly wait to get started."