For ten years since leaving school I had a great job at my local tax office, fantastic hours and even better money but when they let a lot of staff go, I lost my job and suddenly realized that I was in big trouble. I had a wife and two lovely kids, a big house with a big mortgage, a nice car and all the other financial concerns that go with being part of a family.
Even though I was only in my mid-to-late twenties I had difficulty getting another job as I didn’t really have any particular skills, apart from administration and I had to settle for a simple office job where the wages were only half of what I had been on before.
My wife Beth, who was two years younger than me at 25 decided to find a job to help out financially as my earnings just weren’t enough to cover all of our outgoings, and this worked out okay as our youngest child had just started school. It was only an office job again, for a stationery company and didn’t pay all that well as she could only work hours when the kids were at school but we were that broke that every single penny helped.
We managed for a while, but soon it became apparent that we were still struggling. We had a couple of garage sales and sold some stuff on eBay which earned us a little bit more money but it was only a short-term fix. The bank manager called one day to say we had gone too far into our overdraft, and that if didn’t do something soon, our mortgage might be in danger.
It was time to work something out. We couldn’t move into a smaller house because of the children and all their stuff, so it was crunch time. Did we get rid of the car? The problem that gave us was that Beth’s job was quite a distance away. I had been letting her use the car, while I jumped on the bus as my job was only around the corner. I cut down on my insurance and pension payments, and we made other savings in other areas with our satellite TV and such things but we were still coming short by quite bit of money each month.
I kept looking around for a better job, but without any particular training it was difficult. I couldn’t go back to college because we couldn’t afford it, so I just kept hunting and keeping my fingers crossed that something better paid would come up. The worst thing about it was seeing Beth so worried. My beautiful wife tried to put a brave face on it, pretending that everything was fine but I could tell that she was no longer the lovely carefree girl that I had met 8 years ago. The final straw came when I found her crying alone in the bedroom one night. Several unpaid bills were scattered across the bed, and a bank statement was in her hand.
I felt such a failure, like I was letting her and my family down. The next day I pulled by boss and explained the situation to him. At first I asked for a pay rise, but when he told me that there wasn’t any spare money in the business for that, I asked him for a loan. Again, he flatly refused even though he sympathised with my situation. There weren’t any extra hours to be had or any other ways that he could help me out. I went to work that day full of hope and determination, but came home completely flat and disappointed.
I had told Beth of my plans, and it was crushing when I came home and had to explain that my boss had said no to all of my requests. I expected her to start crying, but she just smiled a sad-looking smile at me.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she took my hand in hers, “We’ll be fine… Somehow.”
“I don’t know,” I said disconsolately, “I think we’ll have to sell the car.”
Beth scratched her head, ruffling her blonde hair and looked at me. “But what about…”
I interrupted her. “You’ll have to get the bus, same as me. Think of the money we’ll save on insurance and everything, as well as what we’ll get for it.”
Her light blue eyes gazed into mine for a moment, but she saw the reality of what I was saying. “Okay, I might be able to get a lift home anyway.”
Beth had mentioned to me before that Gary, her boss, lived quite close to us. He had offered her lifts home before, but she didn’t feel comfortable taking him out of his way. She especially didn’t want to risk upsetting him or taking him for granted for fear of endangering her job. If we lost her income we would be in even bigger trouble than we already were.
“Will Gary be okay giving you a lift home?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Beth admitted, chewing her lip. “I’ll let him know that we’ve had to sell the car, and we’ll see if he offers again. If I let him know we’re struggling, then he might even listen to me if I ask him for a rise.”
“Do you think there’s a chance?” I said hopefully, “You haven’t been there all that long.”
Beth shrugged her shoulders. “I can try,” she said and then gave me a small smile before speaking again. “He’s quite fond of me, if you know what I mean.” She went very quiet as she said the last part, and I noticed a blush come across her cheeks.
“He fancies you?” I said. It was more a statement than a question, but Beth nodded gently, her face now bright red with embarrassment. “That’s why he offered you the lifts home?”
Beth nodded but placed her hand on my arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry, he knows I’m happily married. I told him right away when he asked me out.”
“He asked you out!” I spluttered and Beth’s expression of embarrassment turned into one of indignation.
“Why wouldn’t he?” she said, hands now on her hips and a dark look on her face. “I’m still attractive, you know!”
I stared at her, and then sighed in agreement. She was still attractive, far too good-looking for me if I was totally honest. Beth was a similar height to me, average for a woman at 5′ 6″ whereas I was shortish for a guy. However, she was much thinner than me, and had a great figure for a woman that had given birth to two kids. I had put on a bit of weight after getting married and settling down, but Beth was still just a size 6 and had a body shape that most women would kill for. Her breasts were a 36c but looked bigger on her smaller frame, and from her narrow waist she flared out at the hips with a great ass and then lovely slim legs. Almost the perfect hour-glass figure. I knew how lucky I was. Whenever we went on holiday, I would always see guys giving her the once over when she was on the beach in her bikini. So why wouldn’t her boss fancy her?
I said as much to Beth, and she calmed down and then coyly ran a hand through her shoulder-length blonde curls and asked me if I really still thought she was attractive.
“Of course I do!” I told her, and with that she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. The children were at my mother’s house, so we had the place to ourselves for an hour or two. She closed the curtains, and then lay on the bed.
“What exactly do you find attractive?” she said, invitingly undoing the buttons of her white blouse.
“Everything I always have,” I joined her on the bed. “These, especially,” I said as I helped her take off first her blouse and then her bra. Her breasts were still full, if not quite as pert as when she was when I first met her, back when she was 17. Beth had only ever slept with one guy back then, although she had played about with a couple of others. Her only ex was a kid she went to school with, and I don’t think he had much experience either because Beth was still pretty inexperienced when we first had sex. She had no idea how to give a blowjob or much else to be honest, and looking back she wasn’t that great in bed at first. She was shy, but she turned out to be a diamond-in-the-rough. As her confidence grew and she discovered how to please a man as well as herself, she became better and better in bed, and was a real tiger by the time we got married, two years later.
I was pleased about that because I had slept my way through half the girls in my school (despite being pretty chubby now, I was quite good looking when I was younger) and had enjoyed some great sex along the way. I always had a high sex drive, and saw good sex as being important in a relationship. I sometimes wondered if Beth still fancied me, but if I had any doubts right then they were washed away when Beth slipped off her skirt and panties and told me to make love to her. I did, and for the next hour we had the best sex we had enjoyed in some time.
Afterwards, relaxing together and enjoying the brief time we had before the kids came home, I found myself curious about her situation at work. I ran a finger across her bare breasts, stroking a still-erect, pink nipple and asked her when her boss had her asked out.
“I’d only been there a few days,” she confessed. “I told him I was married and showed him this,” she wiggled her left hand at me and her diamond ring twinkled in the dim light filtering in through the closed bedroom curtains. “He was fine about it and apologized.”
“That was ages ago,” I pointed out. “Is he fine with you now?” I knew Beth worked closely with her boss. They were a small company, with only around 20 employees, so if you didn’t get on with someone, working could be difficult. I also knew that sometimes men, especially wealthy or powerful men, didn’t take rejection well.
“Oh yeah, Gary’s fine with me,” Beth giggled, “I think he tries it on with all the girls. It’s just part of the course.” There were only 5 girls there, compared to 15 guys, and Beth had told me in the past that they had quite a high staff turnover. Girls didn’t last long there, and now I thought I could understand why. A lot of women didn’t like the boss trying it on, especially if he was trying to use his position to influence them. Luckily, Beth was a pretty strong character and so she had found it easy to rebuff his advances.
“You said he was sort of fond of you?” I phrased her earlier statement as a question. If his asking her out was so long ago (several months) then why would she think he was still ‘fond of her?’
Beth paused for a moment, considering me with those blue eyes of hers before replying. “Well he still flirts with me a little, but that’s all it is. Just flirting.” She drew my wandering hand down across her navel and down on to her lightly furred mound. Against the current fashion, Beth didn’t shave her pussy but it wasn’t very hairy anyway. Her pubes were a dark blonde, slightly darker than the hair on her head, and they were quite sparse and fine, so it wasn’t a huge bush or anything. Despite having two kids, her pussy was still quite a nice, neat slit, if not quite as tight as when we first met.
“That’s yours – nobody else’s,” she reassured me as I started to run my fingers through her pubes, and down to her sensitive clit. Unfortunately, she stopped me when I got there and reminded me that the kids would be home soon. I sighed in mock disappointment as we got up and got dressed. Nothing else was said about her boss after that, but we had somehow agreed that Beth could flirt with him a little, if it means getting that all-important rise.
The next day we got up for work and kissed each other goodbye without saying anything further on Gary and her situation at work, but all day my mind burned with the thoughts of what might be going on. When I finally got home that night, Beth told me that she had spoken to him about our financial problems, and the fact that we might have to sell the car. Gary had repeated his earlier offers of a lift home, which was great but said that he would have a think on what he could offer her in the way of a rise, if anything. Beth said that he had promised her an answer on Friday of that week.
I asked her if she had flirted with him at all, and she rolled her eyes at me. “No! Well, no more than all the girls flirt with him. No more than normal, anyway,” she said, trying to relax me.
I held my hands up in surrender. “Just checking, that’s all!”
Beth smiled at me and then promised to tell me if anything was said but as the week went along, she didn’t tell me that anything untoward had happened, until Thursday night. While we were washing the dinner pots, she admitted to me that Gary had noticed her bra strap sticking out of the shoulder of her blouse. Beth always wore nice underwear and today’s bra had been a black lacy number. Gary had cheekily asked her if she had matching panties on.
“What did you do?” I asked her, quite taken aback.
Beth looked around to make sure the children weren’t in earshot before replying. Then she lifted the back of her top, and pulled out the waistband of her lacy, black thong. “I just showed him, like this.” She chuckled at my raised eyebrows. “That’s all. Don’t worry. Remember, I’ve got a meeting with him tomorrow, so it doesn’t hurt to have him on my side.”
I arranged for the sale of the car on Friday, and got a fairly good price for it. Today was the last day that Beth would have the use of the car, as it was going to be picked up on Sunday afternoon, so I hoped that even if today’s meeting didn’t go as well as hoped, she would still be okay for the rides home. Her office was a long way to catch the bus in the morning, let alone the nights. It was late in the year now, and the nights were coming in earlier.
When I got home that evening, I was quite anxious to hear how she had got on with her pay request, and when we had finished our meal and the kids had gone off to their room, we sat down to talk. Beth explained that she didn’t have anything concrete to tell me, we did have some encouraging news.
“Gary’s been thinking of taking on a personal assistant,” she told me. “He can’t make any promises, but he thinks I would be ideal for the position and he’s going to give me a formal interview on Monday. I’d have a bit more responsibility but it’s much better wages!”
It was excellent news, and I was really pleased for her personally as well as for us. Monday came around, and I was pretty nervous as to the outcome of her interview. She was much later getting home because of having to wait for her lift, and so I had to do the dinner for the kids, but when she did finally get in, she was full of smiles.
“Did you get it?” I asked her as she came bouncing into the kitchen.
“Sort of,” she beamed, “I’m on a week’s trial, but I’m confident that I’ll get it permanently!” As we hugged, Beth whispered into my ear, “I need to speak to you later though.” I looked at her, and the joyous smile had gone, replaced by one which looked slightly nervous. I wasn’t sure but I thought I saw her wipe a tear from her eye as she went upstairs to get changed. Luckily the children didn’t pick up on it, and when she came back downstairs she was back to the normal Beth.
When the kids had gone to bed, we sat on the sofa and asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. Beth put her hand on my knee, and asked me if I really loved her. I replied that of course I did, and asked her to tell me what had happened.
Beth explained that Gary had interviewed her formally, and promised her a decision by the end of the day. She had met him at the end of the day for her promised lift and he told her that they would speak during the drive home. Gary told her as they drove that he was very impressed with her, both by her work and by her as a person, but he didn’t tell her his decision until they were nearing home. He pulled up at the road before ours, and asked Beth how serious she was about wanting this job. Beth told him she really, really wanted it. Then Gary put his hand on her knee.
She had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt since, but I remember what Beth was wearing when she came in that evening. She had a navy button-up blouse on and a matching knee-length skirt. I gently pressed her to tell me more. She had been flirting with Gary for a while now, surely a feel of her knee wouldn’t have got her so upset.
“He wanted to know what colour underwear I was wearing today,” Beth said quietly, “but he didn’t ask. He ran his hand up my thigh and then pulled my skirt up to have a look.”
“What did you do?” I was surprised, this was more than I had expected. I knew he was a flirt, but this was tantamount to sexual assault. He had put his hands on my Beth.
“I didn’t do anything,” Beth sighed. “I told him they were white, but he raised my skirt and looked anyway.”
“You didn’t stop him?”
“No, I didn’t want to upset him or anything, plus I was quite surprised. It was a bit out of the blue, you know?” I nodded and Beth continued. “He pulled my skirt up so he could see my panties, and then after a minute or so, he felt my thigh again. His hand got to the top of my thigh and he tried to touch me there, but then I did stop him.”
I was stunned with the forwardness of Gary. He was Beth’s boss and he had her in a powerful position. He knew how much she wanted – no, needed – this new job, but I didn’t expect it to go this far. “Was he okay when you stopped him?”
Beth nodded. “He said I had lovely legs,” She was blushing, and I felt her hand squeeze mine tightly as she continued. “And he told me he would do anything to sleep with me. I reminded him that I’m married, and he apologized.”
“That’s it?” I asked Beth when she finished speaking, and she nodded.
“I start a week’s trial tomorrow, if that’s okay with you?” Beth squeezed my hand again.
“We need the money,” I told her, and I saw Beth finally relax. We did need the money – that was true. But how far was her boss going to push her?
So Beth started the next day and everything went great for the rest of that week. When I asked her about Gary, she said that he was still flirting heavily with her but he hadn’t tried anything on. The most he had done was comment on her body, complimenting her legs and ass but that was it.
When the week was done I asked Beth if she felt she had done enough to get the job permanently and she told me that she would be finding out Monday one way or another, but that personally she was quite confident. That was the first inkling I had that something might be going on that I wasn’t aware of. An inkling that would prove to be correct.
The weekend dragged by, as I was nervous of Monday’s decision, but after it had come and gone I felt a sense of confidence during Monday as Beth seemed really positive and didn’t show any nerves at all as she left for work that morning.
She had been home from work late a couple of times during her weekly trial, but I assumed she was just putting in a bit of extra time to make a good impression. Monday night she was over an hour late though, but just as I was starting to worry, she burst through the door with a huge smile on her face and I knew straightaway that she had got the job.
“I got it!” she squealed and she ran into my waiting arms. I smelled a bitter smell on her neck as I spun her around, like a man’s cologne but I never got a chance to question it as she hit me with a huge, long, lingering kiss which blew my mind.
“Everything will be great,” she beamed at me, “My wages are nearly double what they were before. Just think of the money!” When she told me that, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. All the financial pressure that had been such a burden was gone. We could get a new car! Christmas was just around the corner and now the kids would be able to have the presents they wanted.
“That’s great!” I said as Beth took her coat and shoes off, “Does the pay rise start immediately? When can we celebrate?”
Beth winked at me and with a naughty smile answered quietly so the kids couldn’t hear. “The pay is back dated to the beginning of last week. And we can celebrate tonight – in bed, if you like?”
I was so happy that the after-shave smell on her neck went right out of my mind just then, but after we had finished having great sex that night in bed, the memory of it came back to me. I was going to ask her about it, but Beth had fallen asleep. She had been particularly horny, wanting to do it with me in every position conceivable but I just put it all down to her being so happy. I was happy too, and didn’t want to spoil anything by voicing my forming suspicions so I put it down to me being paranoid and insecure because I was no longer the main bread winner.
The following week went much as usual. I was being kept busier at work, and managed to get some extra hours, so things were really looking up for us. Beth was so much happier in herself both at home and at work because she really enjoyed the new job. She quite often worked an extra hour or so but I didn’t mind because her pay packet more than justified it.
Everything changed though, one evening in early December. It was a Tuesday night which was a day that Beth regularly worked an hour or so late, but after two hours I called her to see if she was ok. She didn’t answer straightaway but when she did there was a lot of background noise, so I wondered where she was.
“Hi babe,” I said. “You’re working late tonight?”
“I’m sorry,” she said over the din in the background. “Some of the girls were going out and asked me if I wanted to join them. I didn’t realise how late it was. I won’t be long though.”
“Ok.” I bit back a feeling of annoyance. I would love to be able to go out with my buddies after work, but because I finished work early I was always the one who had to get home for the kids. I swallowed back the resentment though. “Have fun. Just don’t be too late.”
“I might be an hour or so. Love you!” Beth said and I hung up the phone. She had sounded like she was having fun, and it was a long time since she had gone out and let her hair down, so I couldn’t begrudge her a night out really but I did decide to phone some of my buddies that weekend and sort myself a night out too. They were all up for it, and we made plans to hit the town that weekend. Besides some great sex, Beth and I really hadn’t celebrated overcoming our money worries, so I figured that the two of us did deserve some fun.
My mood lifted, I put the kids to bed and sat and watched a DVD while I waited for Beth to get home. I hoped that she might be a bit drunk so that another wild romp might be a possibility but I wasn’t expecting her to be as absolutely blind drunk as she was when she finally staggered through the door, over two hours since our phone call.
She was in a right state. Her make-up was smudged, her lipstick smeared and she looked as though she had fallen through a bush or something. Her clothes were crumpled and she generally looked dishevelled and a real mess. My first feeling was one of concern and I jumped up off the sofa and helped her lock the door.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine… I’m fine!” Beth hiccoughed and then collapsed laughing onto the sofa. “I had a great time… Hic!”
“I think you’re ready for bed,” I suggested, feeling annoyed again. This time I was fed up because by the looks of it she was too drunk to do anything, let alone the energetic, crazy sex I had been hoping for. “What have you been up to? Look at the state of you!”
I didn’t mean to upset her, but I guess my tone of voice was slightly sharper than I had intended, because she suddenly shut up and stared at me. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she blubbed. “I was just trying to make friends and have a good time. I haven’t had a drink for ages and…”
I sat down next to her and took her in my arms as she sobbed into my shoulder. She was mumbling something incomprehensible as I smelled that familiar smell on her neck again, like some sort of male cologne. I decided to ask her about it.
“So, you’ve been out just with the girls then?” I tried to make the question seem innocuous and not too suspicious sounding. “I guess you deserve to enjoy yourself. I’ve made plans to go out with Paul and Warren this weekend, if that’s okay? And I thought we could go out and officially celebrate next week. A nice meal or something?”
Beth pushed me away and rubbed at her eyes but the tears only smeared her mascara even more. She looked at me with her panda eyes and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What had she been up to?
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled to me, her eyes suddenly downcast. “I’ve done something bad.”
“Don’t be silly,” I said but my heart was sinking because I had a gut feeling about what she was going to say. “Let’s go to bed and forget about it.”
“I fucked him again,” she said and my heart stopped. Again? What did she mean ‘Again?’ And ‘him’ was…?
“Who? Gary? You… fucked… him?” Fuck wasn’t even a word that Beth normally used, but she was drunk.
“Yes, Gary. I’ve been – doing it – with him. He said…” Beth burst into tears again and despite the hundreds of different conflicting emotions that were running through me at that moment, I took her into my arms again and she buried her face into my shoulders and cried her heart out.
When she finished, I asked her gently what had happened but I couldn’t follow most of what she was telling me. She was drunk and slurring her words, over the top of bouts of crying, and my mind was whirling at what she was saying so most of it went in one ear and out of the other. What I did manage to gather before we went upstairs was that she had been a willing participant and that Gary hadn’t raped her as I first suspected, but I think that he had probably used his influence and her desire for job to take advantage of her. Anger welled up inside me at him, but then a sense of pity and love for my beautiful wife replaced it. She had sacrificed this for us, for our family’s well-being and security.
Then another word came into my head. Whore. I dismissed that word from my mind as soon as it appeared. Beth wasn’t a whore. She had only been with one man before me, and he had just been some kid. This had probably been incredibly difficult for her, and now she was confessing everything to me which was probably equally if not even more difficult.
“Don’t leave me,” she mumbled as I undressed her and put her into bed.
“I’ll never leave you,” I promised and put a finger to her lips to quiet her as she was about to speak again. She shut up and just stared at me, water still welling in her big blue eyes. She looked like a whore, laid there in just her pale blue underwear, her hair all messed up and her face paint smudged like a tramp. I noticed a mark on her shoulder, which looked like a hickey. What had he done to her?
As I undressed I realised I had a huge erection. At first I thought it was just the way she looked, so cheap and slutty, that was turning me on but I came to realise as I got in bed next to her that it wasn’t just that. As she snuggled up to me, still apologizing all the while, images coursed through my mind. Imaginary pictures of Gary and her, in his car, at his house, behind the bar where he had fucked her tonight and every single thought turned me on.
Was this natural? Surely, the thought of another man screwing my wife should make me jealous. Angry. Hell, it should make me want to kill him. And her! But it didn’t. It drove me wild and I didn’t know why. I turned my head to see Beth looking at me.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I said as I slipped my hand under the sheets, and into her panties. At first she objected, but when I said that I wanted my turn, she soon relented. Then as I climbed on top of her and was about to enter her, she stopped me again.
“He – finished – inside me,” she said hesitantly but it didn’t stop me.
“So?” I said as I slid myself into her. I wasn’t disgusted by the cool wetness of her cum-filled pussy like I should have been. It felt great and again I felt myself unusually turned on by what should have been a complete turn-off. I looked down at my little whore of a wife as I started to fuck her like the slut that she was. I pounded her hard and fast before slowing down. What was I thinking? Beth was no whore. I pushed the word out of my mind again and tried to ‘make love’ as we usually did but I couldn’t help it. She just looked so slutty that I ended up fucking her roughly again and I was so aroused that I came inside her within seconds.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath and apologizing for being so rough, but Beth just giggled and said that she liked it like that – when I was rough with her. She liked it? What had Gary done to my wife?
I lay there thinking for a while and when I rolled onto my side Beth had fallen asleep. My mind was clear again now, the angry red mist of lust was lifted and now she looked like an angel again, albeit one with a dirty face. As I stared at her, my eyelids grew heavy and before long sleep claimed me and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Beth woke me up the following morning. She had already been in the shower and was dressed and ready for work. I could tell she didn’t feel well as there were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale and weary.
“Hung over?” I asked, and Beth nodded. She was quiet and avoiding eye contact with me so I tried to reassure her about last night. “It’s okay, you know? I still love you.”
Beth just nodded. “I need to go work,” she said simply. “We should talk tonight, I suppose.” She looked so miserable that I really felt for her, even though she had effectively cheated on me.
“Really. It’s all right. We’ll get through this,” I told her. “Why don’t you take the day off? I’m sure Gary will understand, and I’ll throw a sickie. We can talk when the kids have gone to school.”
Beth shook her head. “I need to go in. Gary might be mad with me being off with a hangover. Plus, I don’t want him knowing that anything is up. If he knows that I’ve told you, he might panic and get rid of me and we can’t afford for me to lose this job.”
Christmas was looming and a picture of the kids opening their Christmas presents and screaming with joy popped into my head. I really wanted that. Beth was happy; we needed this job, no matter what the cost. At least until Christmas.
When she had left, I got the kids up and off to school, while trying to behave as normally as I possibly could. The last thing I wanted was for them to sense anything was wrong. They had been somewhat worried about the whole money issue as well. Not much gets past children, does it? One thing I was grateful for was that they hadn’t seen their mother in the state she was in last night.
Beth came home that day on time, and she too acted as normally as possible while the kids were around. To the casual observer, you wouldn’t have noticed that anything was out of the ordinary but as soon as we found ourselves alone, our normal day-to-day faces disappeared and we sat down to have a serious talk.
Beth started out apologising, and I sat and let her talk for a while. It alpoured out then. She confessed to sleeping with Gary regularly over a period of time and then she qualified her actions by explaining what I already knew, that she had done it for us. At first it had just been flirting, teasing him and leading him along to get him to consider her for the job, and then it had led to hand jobs and then to his first blow job, which was what had landed her the week’s trial. I just sat there and listened. There were a million and one questions that I wanted to ask, but I thought it best if I just let her get it all out first. Then, when I had chance to digest it all, I would ask my questions and let her know how I felt.
But could I tell her how I felt? The truth was that while I did harbour feelings of jealousy, betrayal by my wife and best friend and undercurrents of anger towards Gary, other feelings were swimming along the surface. Feelings of arousal and excitement at what she had done. All through her confessions I was sat there with a huge hard-on, and at times I almost wasn’t listening, but just looking at my wife and imagining what she was describing in my mind. I would have to suddenly block out the images, push back the desire to just fuck her right there on the sofa, and then ask her to repeat what I had just missed.
When she finally finished, she just sat there with her head bowed and her hands clasped in her lap, waiting for my reaction. What should I say? Should I make out that I was the furious husband as she probably expected, or should I be the understanding gentleman? Would that make me out to look like a wimp? If I was angry, would I upset her further than she already was? I didn’t want either of those options,” so should I confess to being the dirty pervert that I really was? A man who was getting unnaturally excited at the thought of his wife being a secret slut.
“Could he tell?” were the words that finally tumbled out of my mouth. Beth looked at me confused. “Gary-” I explained, “Could he tell that anything was wrong? Is your job still safe?”
Beth nodded, an odd look coming across her face. “Everything’s fine at work, don’t worry. You don’t want me to leave then? Aren’t you mad?”
I put on a stern face, trying to appear angrier than I really was. “I’m angry”, yes,” but I understand why you did it and I understand.” Beth opened her mouth to say something but I carried on. “We need the money”, so as long as you come back to me every night and it doesn’t affect our sex life,” then I want you to keep working there.”
There it was. I had said it. Sort of”, anyway. Not quite a confession about my perverted, dirty thoughts, but I was still saying that it was okay for her to keep fucking him. I wanted her to keep fucking him, I realized in that moment. Wow. I must be fucked up in the head, or something.
Beth nodded again,” clearly not getting the reaction she expected. “Okay”, she said finally. “I promise it won’t affect our sex life. Well, only as much as it has done already.” She left it hanging”, but I knew what she meant. She had been much more tigerish in bed since starting the job,” and now I knew why.
“Do you enjoy it?” I asked, cagily so as not give away how much I was enjoying this. “The sex with Gary, I mean?”
Beth took a while to answer, giving me a long, considering look before finally nodding. “I suppose I do… well yes”, okay. I enjoy it. There, I’ve admitted it. I’m sorry. I do enjoy sex with you as well. Just as much,” it’s just… different with Gary.” The words just poured out of her again, tumbling over each other and then she took a deep breath and waited for the question that she must have known was coming.
“Are you going to keep sleeping with him?”
“I don’t have to, if you don’t want me to.” Beth looked me straight in the eye and I could see that she was being sincere. “I could hold the job down”, I think,” without having to sleep with him.”
“Do you sleep with him because you want to? Or because he’ll fire you if you don’t?” That was what I needed to know. What I wanted to know. Deep inside me, the pervert husband wanted her to say yes to the former. And she did.
“A bit of both.” Beth swallowed as she admitted the truth. “I guess I kind of enjoy it. I haven’t been with anyone else except you, well apart from my boyfriend at school, so it all seemed so exciting at first.”
“And now?” I prompted her to carry on.
“Okay, okay…” Beth’s shoulders slumped in resignation. I guess she thought I was going to dump her now, so she might as well tell all. “I enjoy it, okay? He’s a great fuck. Best I’ve ever had. And his dick’s bigger than yours as well.” She spat the last sentence out at me. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” she said with a mixture of spitefulness and self-loathing.
I didn’t answer for a moment as I couldn’t find the words to express how I felt. When I did, it wasn’t what I would have expected to find myself saying. “B… B… Bigger than me?” I was stuttering”, though whether it was from excitement or humiliation, I wasn’t sure. My cock wasn’t big, but at 5 inches I wouldn’t have called it small either. I was always told that 5 to 6 inches was the national average,” and I had never had any complaints in the past about my size.
“I’m sorry, Beth started to apologize again; the heat in her voice was gone. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I knew how she felt on that score. “He has got a big dick”, and yes he is good in bed. You’re good in bed too, it’s just different with him, that’s all. He’s rough with me,” and I like it. I’m sorry. ”
We sat there in silence for a moment”, both wrestling with our emotions. I couldn’t begin to imagine what Beth was going through, but I was grateful for her honesty and I felt a certain admiration for her, it must have took a lot of guts for her to admit all of this. I myself was fighting down a hundred conflicting feelings – anger, hurt, humiliation and above all arousal. Not only was I imagining my wife with Gary,” but now I knew that he had given her a really good fucking. I pictured Beth writhing underneath him as he screwed her with his massive cock. How could I ever measure up again? There was only one way to find out.
“I love you”, Beth whispered to me again. And that was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed her back on to the sofa and practically tore her top off in my haste to get her naked. At first, Beth was in shock, her eyes were wide and mouth open in astonishment at my actions, but when our lips touched she closed her eyes and gave in trying to resist me.
I tugged her trousers down as she did the same to me,” and then I literally ripped her panties off and pushed her legs apart as wide as I could.
“Fuck me”, she whispered,” “Please just fuck me. Tell me it’s all okay.”
“It’s all okay, I said as I shoved myself roughly inside her surprisingly wet pussy. “We’re going to be okay. Now shut up.” I held her legs apart while I fucked her as hard as I could. If this was how she liked it”, then this is how she was going to get it. Beth’s eyes closed in response, and her arms clung on to my hips, pulling me inside her as I screwed her the best I could. Her 36C breasts bounced with every thrust and I imagined them doing the same when Gary fucked her the same way.
She had described more or less everything to me in her confession. The first thing they had done together was Beth giving Gary a hand job in his car on just their second ride home together. He was pretty insistent it seemed, and that was just after he had mentioned the possibility of finding a way to help out with her wages,” so she had relented. Every night that week she had tossed him off in the car and on the Friday it culminated in him mentioning the possibility of him taking on a PA.
The ‘formal’ interview that happened on the Monday basically involved her giving him a blowjob in his office. Afterward on the way home he had asked if he could make love to her. “I nearly told you, Beth had told me and I remembered her telling me about him wanting to touch the front of her panties. She had stopped him that time and just ended up giving him another blowjob but that was the start of it all. “I really wanted to tell you”, but I couldn’t do it. I was too scared of losing you, she had said. My mind just reeled at the pictures she had painted in my mind’s eye.
Of course, the blowjob had only got her a week’s trial and she knew that he wouldn’t give up trying to fuck her. Beth said that she didn’t do anything the first couple of days, but those extra hours my wife had spent after work that week trying to ‘impress’ her boss had involved her giving him a hand-job one night, then a blow-job the next, which also involved him stripping her topless and cumming over her breasts rather than in her mouth like had done the Friday before. That had annoyed me again. She rarely let me cum in her mouth, but this bastard had got it first time!
I fucked while thinking about all of this, over and over again in my mind, and unsurprisingly it wasn’t long before I came. I plunged myself as deep into her as I could before letting myself shoot into her pussy. Not as deep as Gary had shot his load probably, but as far in as I could manage. We lay on the settee together afterward, both deep in thought and I went over in my head what she had told me about the first time he had fucked her.
She had done her best to ‘impress’ him that week, but he still wanted more. I recalled her saying after the final day of her trial that she was confident of getting the job and now I knew why. That very day she had finally promised him full sex as long as she got the job. Monday came around and when Gary gave her the good news that she was his new PA, she had to come good on her promise. I remembered that she was late home that night, and that was the first time I had smelled cologne on her.
Beth explained that it really wasn’t easy for her to do it. Up to that point she had only played with him and sucked him, which she didn’t consider being truly unfaithful in today’s day and age. She had thought long and hard about it that weekend, and almost didn’t go to work that Monday, but she had decided that the future and welfare of our family was more important than her pride and dignity, and had elected to go with it on Monday and do what she had to do.
When I questioned her on where our marriage vows came into it, Beth said that the whole time he was taking her clothes off in front of Gary that first time, in the office again at work, she was thinking of our wedding and the promises we had made to each other. She broke down in tears at that point as she related the story to me, but for some sick reason I was still torn between feeling betrayed and feeling aroused.
I asked if his larger cock had made the decision to sleep with him any easier,” and Beth went bright red before wiping away her tears and honestly answering “Yes”, in a quiet and embarrassed tone of voice. It was curiosity, she explained. The first time he had exposed himself to her, in his car during one of those lifts home she had been shocked at the size of it. Beth was only used to my modest cock, and the only guy she had slept with before me had been even smaller.
She had played around with a few lads while at school and college and had seen one or two larger dicks but she had never seen one like Gary’s,” almost 9 inches when fully erect. “I did wonder how it would feel, she admitted. When they were both fully naked he had licked her blonde pussy to get her ready for him before turning her around and screwing her roughly over his desk. “And it felt good”, she admitted.
Beth had thought it would just be the one time, and that with her ‘out of his system’ Gary would leave her alone. Of course that was never going to happen. Because the sex had been so exciting and so good, Beth had let him have her a second time in the car on the way home the following night, and then that had led to a third time in the office a day or so later,” eventually leading to it becoming a regular thing.
“I did want to tell you, she had sobbed. “But every time I got close to saying something, I panicked and changed my mind.”
We fell asleep together on the sofa”, wrapped in each others arms. We were lucky that one of the kids didn’t wake up and come downstairs to catch us naked. When we woke up, we said very little to each other but not from anger – it was almost as though we were closer in some strange way and didn’t need to talk. We had some supper and a drink and went to bed where we made the most incredible love yet again before an exhausted Beth fell into an deep sleep.
I stayed awake for a while, pondering where this would go from here. We had come to an agreement that she would stay working with Gary, and sleeping with him if she had to, but somehow we had also silently agreed that she could fuck him him even if she just wanted to.
How could I begrudge her some fun? She was a beautiful girl and deserved the attention. I had enjoyed many women before settling down, and I guess I felt guilty for making her settle down so young, before she had time to play around like most women do. Still, where did we go from here. Where would this take us?
It would lead to me finding out more and more about my beautiful Beth, though I didn’t know it at the time, she had a very dark side to her which I would never have imagined existed. This affair with Gary had livened up our sex life, opening up a Beth’s desires and turning her from an acceptable lay into a real wildcat between the sheets. At the same time, it had opened my eyes to a new fetish which had been hidden in my subconscious until now – I enjoyed my wife fucking other men.
Now I just wanted to see it happen,” in front of my own eyes. But how? If I could just find a way…