This is the recounting of my wife’s first extra-marital cheating experience. For context, we had been married for almost seven years at this point. Two children, a career, and graduate school were factors in our lives, along with a compounding issue. I had developed an infatuation, and initiated an affair with a young woman, a colleague and collaborator, who was also attending the same accelerated advanced degree program. The affair was on-again, off-again, as we were both married, and had the combined issues of family, the master’s program and work to contend with. It was logistically difficult.
Mostly driven by stress, available time, and the degree to which I was becoming attached to my affair partner, along with significant guilt, I broke off the affair. It was difficult for both of us, because we collaborated professionally, and still carpooled to classes at night and on the weekends, so we were still in constant, unavoidable contact. Despite that, I tried to hold to not seeing her in the intimate, or sexual context, and instead focused on work, school, and family. In the end, the priority of those things, with 20/20 hindsight were wrong. My wife had also become suspicious, and very jealous of my affair partner. She was constantly accusing me of fucking around, even though at that point I was not, and she had no proof that I’d been fucking around.
One night, I came home very late from a business meeting. My wife had been frustrated with the amount of time I was spending on work, and that frustration had been building up over time. When I got home, KK, my wife wasn’t there. I wasn’t aware of any plans she had, there was no note, and we hadn’t communicated about her being gone that evening. It was during summer break, and our kids were out of town, staying with my in-laws. The house was eerily empty.
I was concerned, and after an hour or so, I called her cell phone, which went immediately to voice mail. I called again, a while later, the voicemail picked up, and I left another message.
For a while, I was growing increasingly worried, and made myself a drink to try and relax. I was also exhausted from work, and the exhaustion combined with the alcohol led me to fall asleep.
At about 3:00am, I woke up to the sound of a door opening and closing. I decided to feign sleep to see what KK might do. I caught glimpses of my wife, wearing a mid-thigh, black leather skirt, stockings, her stiletto heel pumps, and a white silk blouse. She appeared slightly disheveled, the skirt twisted on her hips slightly, and the blouse wrinkled up, with what looked like a button missing. Her hair was also a mess.
She got some water from the kitchen, and passed through the den on her way to the master bedroom, leaving me apparently asleep in the chair, without a word or acknowledging my presence.
I waited for a bit, and eventually heard the shower running, so I got up and went to the bedroom. Her clothing was over the back of a chair, and the master bath door was closed - there were no panties, just a bra, her thigh-highs, the blouse, and skirt, with her shoes kicked slightly under the chair.
I examined the items of clothing, and noticed distinct stains on the stockings, blouse and skirt, and even on the toe of one of her shoes that appeared to be dried cum!
My cock was hard as steel, and I felt slightly sick to my stomach, a twinge of nausea as I pondered the situation.
I heard the shower stop running, and decided to return to the den, and see what happened next. A short while later, KK was in fron, and “awakened” me, saying, “Come to bed - its’ very late.” She was nude, which for her was unusual, as she almost always wore a robe or pajamas of some sort. I got up, and we went to bed.
After a short while, KK rolled over toward me, and started to fondle and stroke my cock, again, unusual as I almost always initiated any sexual contact in those days. I was instantly hard, and within a few minutes, she was sucking and licking me. I tried to touch her, but she closed her legs, denying me access to her pussy. KK sucked me to orgasm, and let me cum in her mouth, again unusual in those days, and she swallowed every drop, then gave me a cum-breath goodnight kiss, and rolled over and went to sleep.
The next day, we went about our routine, with no mention of the event, and I never challenged her about that night. I’m fairly certain, within 99% that she was out fucking around.
Years later, she confessed the event to me. She had decided that I was lying about working late, and had gone to my office to check up on me. The business meeting I was attending was a cocktail social, not at my office - so when she went by to verify my whereabouts, the office was empty, locked, and my car was not in the parking lot. In a fit of rage, she decided that I was off somewhere with Laura, my affair partner - she’d actually dressed in the outfit she was wearing, to look her best, when confronting “the other woman.” My wife told me that she drove all over town, to the places where she though I might be found with Laura, ready to kick her ass.
She was increasingly frustrated, as she wasn’t able to find me in any of the expected places, and ended up at a dance club that we, and many of our acquaintances frequented. She went in, and of course got hit on by many, many men, and ended up letting one pick her up, where they went back to his apartment, and spent the next few hours fucking. Then she left, in part due to guilt, in part due to anger, and came back home. At that point in our lives, she was still fertile, and took the risk of having unprotected sex with a strange man - she was so angry that it didn’t seem to matter to her. She told me all the details she could remember, which got me rock-hard, and then we fucked like teenagers.
There is one other cheating episode I’m explicitly aware of, that happened after this event, and at least two other events I’m suspicious of, which she’s never confessed.
Mostly driven by stress, available time, and the degree to which I was becoming attached to my affair partner, along with significant guilt, I broke off the affair. It was difficult for both of us, because we collaborated professionally, and still carpooled to classes at night and on the weekends, so we were still in constant, unavoidable contact. Despite that, I tried to hold to not seeing her in the intimate, or sexual context, and instead focused on work, school, and family. In the end, the priority of those things, with 20/20 hindsight were wrong. My wife had also become suspicious, and very jealous of my affair partner. She was constantly accusing me of fucking around, even though at that point I was not, and she had no proof that I’d been fucking around.
One night, I came home very late from a business meeting. My wife had been frustrated with the amount of time I was spending on work, and that frustration had been building up over time. When I got home, KK, my wife wasn’t there. I wasn’t aware of any plans she had, there was no note, and we hadn’t communicated about her being gone that evening. It was during summer break, and our kids were out of town, staying with my in-laws. The house was eerily empty.
I was concerned, and after an hour or so, I called her cell phone, which went immediately to voice mail. I called again, a while later, the voicemail picked up, and I left another message.
For a while, I was growing increasingly worried, and made myself a drink to try and relax. I was also exhausted from work, and the exhaustion combined with the alcohol led me to fall asleep.
At about 3:00am, I woke up to the sound of a door opening and closing. I decided to feign sleep to see what KK might do. I caught glimpses of my wife, wearing a mid-thigh, black leather skirt, stockings, her stiletto heel pumps, and a white silk blouse. She appeared slightly disheveled, the skirt twisted on her hips slightly, and the blouse wrinkled up, with what looked like a button missing. Her hair was also a mess.
She got some water from the kitchen, and passed through the den on her way to the master bedroom, leaving me apparently asleep in the chair, without a word or acknowledging my presence.
I waited for a bit, and eventually heard the shower running, so I got up and went to the bedroom. Her clothing was over the back of a chair, and the master bath door was closed - there were no panties, just a bra, her thigh-highs, the blouse, and skirt, with her shoes kicked slightly under the chair.
I examined the items of clothing, and noticed distinct stains on the stockings, blouse and skirt, and even on the toe of one of her shoes that appeared to be dried cum!
My cock was hard as steel, and I felt slightly sick to my stomach, a twinge of nausea as I pondered the situation.
I heard the shower stop running, and decided to return to the den, and see what happened next. A short while later, KK was in fron, and “awakened” me, saying, “Come to bed - its’ very late.” She was nude, which for her was unusual, as she almost always wore a robe or pajamas of some sort. I got up, and we went to bed.
After a short while, KK rolled over toward me, and started to fondle and stroke my cock, again, unusual as I almost always initiated any sexual contact in those days. I was instantly hard, and within a few minutes, she was sucking and licking me. I tried to touch her, but she closed her legs, denying me access to her pussy. KK sucked me to orgasm, and let me cum in her mouth, again unusual in those days, and she swallowed every drop, then gave me a cum-breath goodnight kiss, and rolled over and went to sleep.
The next day, we went about our routine, with no mention of the event, and I never challenged her about that night. I’m fairly certain, within 99% that she was out fucking around.
Years later, she confessed the event to me. She had decided that I was lying about working late, and had gone to my office to check up on me. The business meeting I was attending was a cocktail social, not at my office - so when she went by to verify my whereabouts, the office was empty, locked, and my car was not in the parking lot. In a fit of rage, she decided that I was off somewhere with Laura, my affair partner - she’d actually dressed in the outfit she was wearing, to look her best, when confronting “the other woman.” My wife told me that she drove all over town, to the places where she though I might be found with Laura, ready to kick her ass.
She was increasingly frustrated, as she wasn’t able to find me in any of the expected places, and ended up at a dance club that we, and many of our acquaintances frequented. She went in, and of course got hit on by many, many men, and ended up letting one pick her up, where they went back to his apartment, and spent the next few hours fucking. Then she left, in part due to guilt, in part due to anger, and came back home. At that point in our lives, she was still fertile, and took the risk of having unprotected sex with a strange man - she was so angry that it didn’t seem to matter to her. She told me all the details she could remember, which got me rock-hard, and then we fucked like teenagers.
There is one other cheating episode I’m explicitly aware of, that happened after this event, and at least two other events I’m suspicious of, which she’s never confessed.
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