I was dumb struck. What was my next move? Standing up was no option, as I would not be able to hide my erection. I still wasn’t sure why I even had one. She got up and walked out of the room, and after a minute I heard the shower start. Once she had showered and I knew she was in the bedroom getting ready I entered, and tried to invite myself to the night’s event….. But she protested, “No, it’s just work people going, you wouldn’t like them anyways”
“Is HE going to be there?” I asked.
“I have no idea.”
Hmmm, I surely didn’t believe that one either. I was so pissed. I thought about going there, but knew it would cause a huge scene, and someone would probably get hurt.
I stayed home, and I have to admit, I jacked off a couple times before she got back, which was probably around 11:30 pm, as I replayed in my mind the scene as I imagined it with her making out with him in his car. The feelings were incredible; I was so jealous, scared, horny, aroused and nervous. It was very strange, especially the feeling in my stomach.
As I spooned up behind her in bed, I couldn’t help but notice that her hair smelled of smoke, maybe her breath slightly of booze, but no alarm bells went off in my head. I am sure she probably noticed my rock hard boner pressed up against her butt crack.
The next week, she came home about a half hour later than usual a few times, and when I pressed her on it, she finally admitted she had been with “him” in his car behind the building at work. I asked what they were doing and she said talking. I asked anything else, and she didn’t answer me.
We fought about it a couple times over the next week or so, and then on the following Friday night she got home, on time, and dropped the bomb on me.
“I’ve been asked out…….on a date.”
“A date, you mean like romantic…and sex???? ”
“I think so”
“Is it the same guy?”
“Yes.”
“Does he know you are married?”
She said yes he did.
“What are you going to do?”
She said she was “confused.”
Confused? That’s an understatement. My head was spinning.
After about 10 minutes of me being stunned, and asking dumb questions, she left. She didn’t come home this time until just after 5 am, went immediately to the shower, and then crawled in bed. Of course I hadn’t slept a wink I don’t think, I kept wondering where she was and exactly what he was doing to her. She slept for a long while; but I couldn’t stay in bed past about 8:30. We ended up talking about it that night. She confirmed they had gone to the bar, then left for a motel and fucked several times. I was so humiliated, as it was clear to me that the other people there who she worked with, were probably aware he was fucking her now.
I asked her if she was going to see him again and she said “If he wants to.” I didn’t have the guts to ask her how the sex was, I was afraid she’d admit “the best she’s ever had”
It was about 2 days later when we finally had sex together, and she felt a little loose around my cock. It was then I fully realized he surely was hung better and thicker than I was, and was surely ringing her bell much better than I ever could.