Eavesdropping

This is the first story I ever submitted, it was rejected appropriately because I didn't know the rules -- especially about dialog. I followed the administrator's suggestions and did my research and also reached out to a volunteer editor "NoTalentHack" who's insight was extremely helpful at making this a better read.

Eavesdropping

On my return from work, I had to park on the street. My sister-in-law's car occupied my usual spot in the driveway; normally that would annoy me, but it proved fortunate in this case, since my wife, Marsha, can usually hear when I pull in.

Why was it fortunate? Because I heard her sister, Jan, say something that pulled me up short just as I was about to open the door.

"Mark won't be happy."

Odd. Just what wouldn't I be happy about?

Marsha then said the sentence no husband wants to hear, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Look, we can talk more tomorrow as Mark will be home soon."

None of what I'd heard -- which admittedly wasn't much -- made me happy, but I needed to find out more, which I wouldn't be able to if I went in angry. Instead, I waited a couple minutes, put my game face on, and walked up the steps to the door.

When I entered, my wife got up and gave me a hug and a kiss, and Jan said, "Hello," before exiting with haste.

Marsha said that dinner would be ready soon, so I went and took a long shower to help me stay calm and to think about what I was going to do. Maybe a couple of recorders to try and hear her conversations? Probably not the worst idea, and I knew just where to get them in the morning.

A block from my office is an electronics store that is owned by my friend Bob. Bob and I grew up together and I also helped him start his business. I entered the store and Bob said "Hey Mark, what's up?"

"Bob, I have a problem." I told Bob about what I heard and that I needed to gather information as to what is going on. He made a couple suggestions. He asked if I could get access to her cell phone and I said she never/ever leaves it anywhere and it would be hard for me to get it.

"Does she have email on your home computer?"

"Yes, we both do."

Bob said that he could copy all of her emails that I can review them and he has some small recorders that automatically record conversations. He recommended that we hide recorders in the living room, dining room, kitchen, bedroom, her car, and the bathroom where she may go talk for privacy.

I asked him, "How much for everything?"

"Mark, you helped me get my business off the ground. After everything you did for me -- nothing."

I told him that is unacceptable and he said, "After this is all done, you can buy me a nice dinner. I need to get into the house to access your computer."

"When can you do it?"

He said, "In about 10 minutes - as soon as my assistant gets here."

I called my boss and told him I needed a few hours of personal time and he said that since I have never asked before, take all you need. Bob gathered everything that he needed and we left as soon as his worker arrived.

We got to my house and I showed him to our computer. He looked at the system and told me that her email is password protected but after he loads some software, anything that she looks at or does, will be sent to my email address. Then he placed the recorders around the house. It took him about 45 minutes to hide each of the recorders and a transmitter. He gave me one to put into her car, he said under her seat would work. He then linked all of the recorders to my cell phone so I could listen real time or play the recordings. It took me a little while to figure it all out, but in the end it was pretty easy. I took Bob to lunch, then back to his store and I went to work.

I went home right on time and she seemed normal and actually pleased that I was home. After dinner, I told her that I had a couple work things to take care of and that I would be in the office for a little while. I reviewed the recorders and my email - there was nothing helpful. Then I saw that the bedroom recorder was currently active, I turned it on and heard Marsha talking to someone. I could only hear what she was saying so I had to assume what was being said to her. I heard her say, "But she said he could teach me." I was thinking, who is he and what does he want to teach her? She then said, "Bye, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I left the office with more questions running around in my head. Marsha and I sat down and watched one of our regular shows. Shortly after the show was over she asked if I was ready for bed and I said, "Is that an offer?"

She winked and said, "Let's go see Loverboy." We went to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where we removed each others clothes and got into the shower. I truly enjoy washing her from head to toe. And she seems to enjoy washing me also, she spends extra time on my cock and balls. I am not overly large but I am not small either. I have a solid 6 or so, but thick.

We dried each other and then went into the bedroom. I spent the next 15 minutes or so dining at the Y. I really enjoy giving her pleasure, and spend a lot of time using my tongue and fingers bringing her to a huge orgasm. After she settled down, she started to suck on my cock but is only able to take the head in without gagging. After a couple minutes, (she can't suck very long), she slid up my body and impaled herself on my cock. She enjoys being on top and I enjoy looking into her eyes and playing with her tits while she rides me. It took about 10 minutes for her to cum and I was right behind her. She rolled off of me and curled up on her side and was out like a light.

I waited about 10 minutes and went into the bathroom, washed up and then checked on her. She was out, so I went to the garage and put the recorder under her seat. I set my alarm and slid back into bed. It took me a while to fall asleep as my mind would not slow down. One thing I knew for sure, Whatever "it" is, hasn't happened yet. I finally gave up trying to figure it out and dozed off a couple hours before the alarm went off.

The next day went by quickly, I was very busy at work. I didn't have time to review any of the recorders. Marsha gets home about 2 hours before me, everything seemed normal when I came into the house. Dinner was cooking and Marsha was in good spirits. I showered and sat down for a nice dinner. Marsha is a great cook and makes great meals. I told her I had a little work to do and went into the office to review the recorders. The first one I checked was her car and I was surprised at what I heard. Again, I could only hear her side of the conversation. I heard her say. "I will be able to spend a few hours Friday night". I determined right then, that I was not going to let that happen.

The next day (Wednesday), I sent Marsha flowers at work with a note that said - "I have a special night lined up for Friday night."

She immediately called to thank me for the flowers but wanted to know if we could change it to Saturday. I told her, I can only get tickets for Friday and if you don't want to go, I'll see if someone else would like to go with me."

She seemed shocked at what I said and said she would talk to me at home. I'm sure she heard the loud "click" when I hung up my office phone. Just for spite, I ignored her repeated calls and stopped at a local Pub after work. I had a couple beers, and my cell phone was still buzzing every couple minutes. I was 2 hours late getting home. She left dozens of messages on my cell phone and was livid when I walked thru the door.

The first thing out of her mouth, "Where have you been? I was worried sick."

I think I blew her mind when I walked right past her and went to the guest bathroom to shower. She didn't appreciate the locked bathroom door and kept banging on it. I ignored the banging, took my shower, dried off and walked out of the bathroom naked since I didn't take any clean clothes in with me. She was standing in the hallway as I walked into the bedroom to dress. She asked, "Why aren't you talking to me?"

I responded sarcastically with, "Maybe you should ask your boyfriend that you want to spend a few hours with Friday night!" I spilled the beans too soon, since I really didn't know what she had planned.

"What boyfriend?"

"The one that wants to teach you things," I replied.

"Oh my god! Who told you that?"

"You did."

Then she went on, "But you don't understand!"

"What don't I understand?" She started blubbering and didn't know what to say next. I simply said - "I'll be in the office when you figure out what to say."

I went into the office, locked the door, and started looking at today's recorders. I was reviewing the recording from the kitchen which I could hear her ranting that she couldn't get in touch with me. Then I heard her talking to Jan, she asked her to come to the house. When Jan arrived, I heard Marsha say, "Oh Jan, I don't know what to do -- Mark found out that I had plans for Friday night."

"I told you he would be mad if he found out," Jan exclaimed.

"But I was doing it for Mark because I love him so much."

"Then why didn't you talk to Mark about it?"

"Because it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Then you better just come clean cause you're in deep shit."

"I've been trying to reach him since he hung up on me this morning."

The last thing Jan said before she left, "Well then, you better hope he comes home."

There was nothing else on the recorders or her email. I just sat and thought about everything that I heard.

Marsha knocked on the door and said, "Mark, can you come out so I can talk to you please?" I opened the door and she asked me to sit in the living room with her. I sat in my easy chair and Marsha sat on the couch.

She said, "First and foremost, I have no boyfriend! You are the only man I want! I admit that I really screwed up. Please let me tell you the whole story."

"About a month ago, I was talking to one of my friends at work and she could tell I was a little depressed. She asked what was bothering me. I don't know why but I started telling her how I have a hard time giving you head and that I wish I could do better. She was telling that pleasing her husband with her mouth is one of her favorite things to do for him. She has learned to go pretty deep and can get him to cum in her mouth. She said that her husband actually taught her to give him head. Then she surprised me by saying that she bets that her husband would be willing to teach me. I told her I could never do that."

"Then about a week later, we were talking again and she said that she actually asked her husband if he could teach a friend how to give a great blowjob. At first he said he couldn't do that because it would be cheating on her. She told him that it wouldn't be cheating as she would help him teach me. He said that as long as she wouldn't get mad or damage their marriage, he would be willing. I told her again that I couldn't do it."

"Two weeks ago, she asked how I was doing and I said that I was still a little depressed since I still couldn't do a good job for my husband. She said that the offer still stands. This time, I told her I would think about it. I want you to know that I have no desires for anyone but you. I kept thinking about it and last week when we had sex, I tried to give you head; I felt that I failed miserably. So last week, I told her I would like to take her up on her offer."

"I don't know how you found out but I have no desire to cheat on you and was only trying to learn so I could please you orally. I am so sorry and I promise to never do anything like this again."

I assumed that she was done talking so I asked - "So all of this was so that you could give me a better blowjob?"

She said, "Yes -- all I want to do is please you."

"Then this what is going to happen. Tomorrow, you will let your friend know that her and her husbands services will not be required. Friday we will be going out to eat and a show. When we get home Friday, you are going to worship my cock with your mouth and "I" will teach you how to give me head. I will let you know what you are doing right and what you are doing wrong. If you don't get it right Friday, we will do it again on Saturday and so on. Any questions?"

With tears in her eyes, she said, "No -- my love."