I find it a very confusing situation, the mix of emotions such as betrayal yet arousal, lust and humiliation, love and hate, pride and disappointment, all at the same time or quickly changing.
Before we married, my wife and I worked at the same place, a private golf club.
I was a manager and she was working as a waitress part time over the summer before college.
We didn't really work in the same area much so I had very little interaction with her during work hours unless I just upped in to say hi.
My first indication that something was up was when another waitress had brought up that my girl thought one of the regular golfers was "Hot" and that she had a crush n him. I knew she was trying to stir up some ......, or maybe just trying to warn me that something was going on.
But of course the other waitress had no idea the I was cuckold/hotwife was a huge turn on for me and that my Girl was welcome to fuck anyone she want...although to this point she had only done it with a friend of ours a few times, we were still learning and experimenting at that point.
I was not really concerned, in fact I was a bit pleased and thought that maybe she might approach me and share her feelings with me. The guy was married and a few years older so I didn't really expect anything to happen, and if it did I fully expected her to include me.
The end of summer arrived and she had gone back to college in a town about an hour away, going home most weekends and often picking up a shift or two at the golf club for some extra money.
One particular day some of my friends decided to go out to the bars after work, I went and told my girl where we were going and asked her to meet us there when she was done, she agreed.
After a couple hours I was getting a bit concerned as she had not shown up yet, the group wanted to go to a different bar so I told them I would swing over to work, check on my girlfriend and meet them there.
I was surprised to find the place deserted, only the night maintenance guy was there.
I asked him if he had noticed when she left, he told me he locked the door behind her over an hour ago and that she had changed from her work clothes into a skirt and nylons.
This really confused me, she had no idea that we would be going out that night and it was odd that she had a change of clothes, especially something she would typically wear to go to the bars. Panic started to set in.
I returned to the original bar to see if I had missed her but of course she wasn't there. I made my way to catch up with the group in case somehow she met up with them.
Finding my friends I told them my concern, to my surprise "She is here! we just saw her a little while ago with a bunch of guys from the Club!" I was floored...it would appear she totally bailed on me and went to a different bar with them rather than meet where we planned.
I walked through the bar several times but was unable to find anyone from the club or my girl.
I told my friends I was going to head out and then made the drive to her parents house, her car was not there and I became very concerned...where was she?
I parked across the street and waited, for almost 2 hours I waited before finally seeing her car pull In the driveway.
I tried to stay calm as I approached her, she looked shocked and a bit scared to see me...I asked what happened and where had she been.
She nervously told me that she had gone to the bar to try and find me but ended up running into the guys from the club, they had a couple drinks and hung ut, she claimed she was waiting for me to show up.
When I told her she was nowhere to be seen at the bar she said that she had given one of the guys a ride home, and guess who it was.
My heart was pounding, I was so disappointed and angry, yet for some reason my cock was growing harder by the second. Forst I wanted to make sure he didn't forse himself on her and she quickly dismissed that, saying he had not.
In my heart I felt something had gone n, but I desperately wanted her to give me some logical explanation that would show me she had not totally gone behind my back and met up with him having planned the whole thing. But the evidence was overwhelming. Her having a change of clothes, not meeting at the planned place, going to a bar where her crush happened to be, leaving before I arrived and then giving him a ride home that took over an hour longer than it should have.
At that point my head was spinning so much I just left and we decided we would discuss it the next day,