The Suspicion

My wife is cheating on me. How do I know? Well, first off, we've had more sex this past few months than in the last two years combined. You think I'd just be happy with that fact, but it hasn't felt right. It's like she isn't really there, she's not with me in the moment. She's with someone else. And I know who.

You see, ever since I began to suspect, I decided to spy on her. I've set up a bunch of cameras around the house. And I haven't been disappointed.

At first, all I got was videos of her playing with herself. Lots of her going to bed in the middle of the afternoon with her vibrator. They were good videos, I've saved them all. I don't think she ever makes noises like that when she knows someone is listening. She's always been so shy, so prudish. We're not even allowed to have sex with the lights on.

I confess I've jerked off to more than a few of her videos. There was one where she must've been so pent up, so horny, she didn't even wait to get into bed. She just humped her hand and her toy on top of the duvet. It was so hot to watch, I had to play with myself there and then. I timed it perfectly, cumming just as she did. I couldn't match her sheer volume of fluids though. When she got up I saw she'd soaked the entire bed.

But so what? She's masturbating. We all do it. It's hardly a smoking gun for an affair, is it?

Well no, not on its own. At first I just assumed she was going through a change or something, you know, woman stuff. I mean we're at that age. But then I noticed a pattern. Every time she got home and did this, a few times a week, I noticed she was in her gym clothes. It didn't take long for the pattern to emerge. Yes, she played with herself at other times too, but the post-gym workouts were the most intense, the most erotic.

I work away a lot, so we don't always see much of each other. I think it means she's less suspicious of me, so it was easy enough to find some paperwork from her gym informing her that they'd assigned her a regular gym coach. Nathan. There was even a picture of the guy. Twenty, if that, and fit as a fiddle. His bio said he was an aspiring professional tennis player.

If this is who she's seeing then well done her. He's gorgeous. Heaven knows what he sees in her though. She's let herself go this past while. Ever since... Well, ever since it happened. I know it's a big part of why we don't do it so much, why we're less intimate. It was hard on both of us. Her more than me of course, but not exclusively her.

So, anyway. Still not convinced? Well, why not come watch this latest home movie with me? I've seen it already, and I think you'll agree it's conclusive. Priya is fucking Nathan. And boy are they enjoying it. Get your cock ready. Mine is.

***

Priya walks backwards into the bedroom, pulling Nathan behind her. She's laughing, he's grinning.

"Your husband is away?" he asks.

"I told you, he's in Stockholm. Relax!"

They embrace, kissing. Priya stands on tip toes to reach, her hands in his hair. He grabs her ass with his hands, making her squeal with delight, then moan deeply into the kiss. Nathan's hands move up her back, tugging at her t-shirt, pulling it from her jeans.

She steps back, tugging at it herself, dragging it over her head and throwing it to the side, leaving her hair in a mess. Nathan takes a moment to look her over, still grinning. He then pushes her back towards the bed, not stopping when her legs hit the frame, toppling her over. She giggles and falls back, big breasts jiggling in their bra, barely contained.

"God I want to taste you so bad," Nathan growls as he crouches between her legs, tugging impatiently at her jeans. She wriggles on the bed, helping him peel them over her wide hips, then down her heavy thighs.

Nathan's hands run up her bare skin and she closes her eyes, arching her back, hands on her chest. He gently loops his fingers under the elastic of her panties, then tugs them down too, the gusset peeling off her crotch, revealing a thick tuft of black hair.

He wastes no time, pushing her legs apart and moving closer, kneeling on the floor as close to the bed as he can. He dives in to her, burying his face in her. The result is instantaneous.

"Oh fuck Nathan! Oh god who's a hungry boy?"

Nathan doesn't reply, he just keeps going, hands now roaming up and down her thighs, fingers digging in to her plump flesh. Priya lies back, one hand over her eyes, the other to her side, gripping the bedclothes, twisting them into a ball in her fist. Her moans of pleasure fill the room, not quite drowning out the slurping noises coming from between her legs.

She lifts them up, bracing herself by her heels on the edge of the mattress. Nathan senses her impatience and pushes her thighs with his hands, helping her lift them. His head is moving up and down now, more urgently, spurred on by her noises.

Priya gasps, then holds her breath, then suddenly lets out a long scream of pleasure, her whole body writhing on the bed as she cums. Nathan's hands grip her legs tighter, his face still buried in her groin, her black hair and his blonde curls entwined. He holds his position as she squirms, breaths coming in short, sharp bunches.

Eventually he detaches from her, climbing up onto the bed, straddling her with his big strong arms. They kiss a long, slow kiss of intimacy as they share in her flavour.

"Fuck you make the most amazing noises," murmurs Nathan as they kiss.

"Well, you should take some credit," Priya replies, pulling Nathan down into her bosom. He responds by kissing her deeply, each breast in turn before working his way back up to nuzzle her neck.

"Wanna hear what I can do?" he says as he nibbles on her ear.

"Get it out for me big boy," she replies, pushing him away.

Nathan stands and Priya pulls herself up to kneel on the bed, reaching out to help him with his belt buckle. His trousers slip to the floor noiselessly with help from both of them, leaving him standing in his boxers and t-shirt. He drags the top over his head as Priya reaches out for him, hand curling around the obvious hardness in his pants.

T-shirt discarded, Nathan stands upright, grinning down at Priya as she traces her hand over his outline. His chest and stomach muscles catch in the sunlight as it streams in through the window. Priya bites her lip, looking back up at him, then tugs at his waistband.

He obliges her by pulling them down, stepping out of them, his rock hard cock swaying with his movements. Priya moans, a deep, guttural sound of desire as she observes him. She takes him in her hand, then curls the other around on top.

"Fuck I love your dick," she purrs, looking up at him. She takes his cock, still grasped in her hands, and rubs it against her chest. Nathan just grins, shifting his weight a little so he moves closer.

"Oh, you like that?" she teases with a grin, and Nathan just nods.

Priya releases him with one hand, reaching around to unfasten her bra, letting her big tits spill out. She pulls Nathan back in, swapping hands so she can discard her underwear, pressing his hard cock into her cleavage. Nathan closes his eyes and smiles.

"I love how hard you are," Priya murmurs as she rubs him against her, the glistening tip of his penis poking out from between her breasts. She squeezes them around him, her dark, smooth skin totally enveloping him. Nathan has to brace himself against her shoulder for fear of toppling over.

"I've been hard since you said "come over" Priya," he laughs. "I just can't get enough of you. I just want to be with you all the time!"

"Hush now," purrs Priya. "It wouldn't be as much fun without the anticipation, now would it?"

Nathan starts to thrust slowly, his cock sliding in and out between Priya's breasts, tip appearing and disappearing. He lets out a long, slow sigh of pleasure.

Priya holds him for a moment, then pulls back, releasing him. She shuffles onto her knees on the bed, then leans forwards on all fours, face level with his cock. She looks up at him, grinning, as she licks the tip, tongue slowly sweeping around him.

"Oh fuck!" gasps Nathan, grabbing her head with one hand, fingers in her hair. "Oh god I've wanted you to do this so much."

Priya looks up at him, eyes wide, hungry. "Me too," she replies, before taking his tip into her mouth. Nathan moans, fingers tightening around her hair. Priya braces herself on the bed, reading the signs. The desire in Nathan's face tells her he is about to lose control.

"Open up," he moans, pulling Priya towards him. She tries to obey but can't, reaching out to brace herself on his stomach with her hand. Nathan groans a little sound of disappointment, frustration even, relaxing the pressure on Priya's head for a moment. She releases him, gasping for breath.

"I don't know if I can," she coughs, moving her hand to his balls. "I've never been very good at this!"

"Just relax," he urges, quickly stroking himself before guiding his cock back to her mouth. Priya opens up, trying to take more of him, but she soon gags again.

"I'm sorry!" she gasps, coughing all over him. "Let me just suck it?"

"OK," he replies, fighting back his frustration, letting go of her hair.

"You can fuck me as hard as you like after," she says, stroking him in her hand. "We can even do doggy if you like?" Nathan grins in reply.

"Good girl."

Priya takes him back in her mouth, hand still stroking his base. Nathan closes his eyes and rests his hand on her head. She works like this for a while, room filled with the sound of her mouth on his cock. She breaks for a deep breath, looking up at him as she strokes his glistening shaft, tip red and pulsing.

"Turn around," he says before she can say anything and she nods, clambering around on the bed until she is facing away from him. He climbs onto the bed behind her, kneeling with his legs between hers, playfully slapping her ass.

"Scootch up!" She shuffles forwards, then leans her body down, pressing her chest onto the bed, arching her back. She lies there, prone, lifting her ass, everything on display for him. Nathan takes his time to enjoy the view, running his hand over her ass as he strokes himself slowly. He traces his thumb over her glistening labia, swollen and engorged from his earlier efforts, dipping it in momentarily before moving on upwards until its pressed against her ass. He holds there for a moment, pressing, just starting to enter her. Priya lets out a long, slow moan of pleasure.

"That's the next stage," he teases, thumb rocking on her entrance. "Once you've mastered deep throating, we move on to anal."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that," mumbles Priya, face buried in the duvet. Nathan leans in closer, replacing his thumb with his cock. He rubs it against her ass, playing with her.

"We shall see," he replies, before moving down and pressing it into her pussy.

Priya yelps in surprise as he enters her, fingers grabbing at the duvet with both hands, digging in deep.

"Oh god Nathan, you're so big..." Priya begins, but stops as Nathan thrusts himself in deeper until his body is pressed against Priya's ass. She squirms on the bed, gasping, lifting her face out of the duvet. Her eyes are screwed shut, face twisted in pain. Nathan grabs hold of her ass in his hands, folds of flesh bulging between them, and begins to fuck her.

He pulls himself out, nearly all the way, then slams his body back against her ass, filling the room with the slap of skin on sweaty skin. Priya screams.

"Oh my god! Oh fuck! Nathan... Yes!"

Nathan grins as he hears her, repeating the move over and over, each deep thrust making first the slap noise, then the squeal from Priya. The pace intensifies, Nathan now grunting with effort, Priya's screams of pleasure blending into one almost continuous drone. He slaps her ass, hard, leaving a dark mark on her wobbling skin, before placing his thumb once again on her pucker. The pitch of her note rises as he squeezes against her, pressing until his first phalanx is inside her.

"Mmm, fuck yes Priya! Good girl," he moans, leaning his body back just a little, thrusts now less deep but just as violent. "God you have such a good pussy."

Priya doesn't reply, instead burying her face back in the duvet, eyes screwed shut, seemingly lost in the moment, almost trance like.

Nathan pulls his thumb out of her, taking her ass in his hands again, still leaning back. With a few final thrusts he groans, then withdraws his cock just as it explodes, sending a gush of cum all over Priya's back. It lands loudly, splattering all over her, four huge squirts, then a fifth, the sixth much smaller but landing between her shoulder blades.

He sits back on his haunches, holding his shrinking cock in his hand, panting hard. Priya wriggles on the bed, rubbing her face against the duvet for a moment, before raising her head and looking back at him. Her eyes are puffy, her breathing short and fast. She slowly rolls onto her back, wordlessly beckoning him to her. Nathan obliges, climbing on top of her, cock leaving a slimy trail across her leg, until he lies between her thighs.

Priya reaches up to embrace Nathan, pulling him down into a big, loving kiss. They break, Nathan stroking the hair from her face, stuck there with sweat.

"You OK?" he asks. She bites her lip and nods. "Thank you for letting me be a little rough, I know it's not your thing..."

She kisses his nose tip. "I love making you happy," she interrupts. "And I assume I did?"

"Oh you did Priya, you did!"

***

See? I was right. My wife is fucking her gym instructor. And do you know what? I don't care. In fact, I love it. If it means she's happy, and that I get to watch these movies, then I'm good with it. I know I can never give her what Nathan can. I'm just not like that. I'm not the take charge kind, the sort of guy who likes to throw his weight around, to instruct her to do things, to push her. And she needs that, I can see it now.

We're still in love, we're still happy together. But Nathan can give her the physical satisfaction I can't. Besides, this is the second time I've cum while watching this one. And there are so many more. How about you? Did you enjoy it as much as me? Maybe I'll share some more with you someday.

Scott Lawson.