The Bar & The Wife – The Cheating

We are out at a local bar, a little place on the beach. My buddy and I are way in the back shooting pool.

My wife has dropped off our kids at her Best Friend’s house and left for her sisters house a hundred miles away for the weekend several hours ago. She does this about once a month. So here I am shooting pool near a friends house about an hour from home. I’m lining up a shot when my friend says,

Isn’t that your wife? I thought she was supposed to be at her sisters.

I looked and watched as she walked to the bar, smiling at this guy who is smiling back. They hugged, they kissed, they hugged some more, her grinning all the time and looking extremely happy. As they sat at the bar, my friend asked,

Who the fuck is that?

I had no idea. But she obviously knew him. This was no first date. My friend and I watched them being very friendly and shot a few games of pool. After about an hour or so, the happy couple decided to leave, so engrossed in each other that I’m sure that they didn’t see or hear anything around them. So we decided to follow, and keep watching. They walked slowly for blocks, hugging and kissing. They turned down a side street and after two more blocks, walked inside of a house. On the sidewalk in front of the house we stopped, not even trying to hide. The happy couple were making out and feeling each other up in the living room. Then she laughed, said something to him and taking his hand, led him into the back of the house, clearly showing that she had been here before and knew the place well.

My friend nudged me,

What are you waiting for? Lets go see if we can watch through a bedroom window.

The back yard was pitch dark, the only light coming from a bathroom light on the side of the house and the bedroom light at the back of the house. We couldn’t see in the bathroom. But the bedroom had no curtains. None needed with the high fences. And, bless him, the windows were open. We could easily stand outside in the dark and quite clearly see and hear everything. When we got to the windows, my wife was naked. And he was removing his pants. I had a sudden idea.

Get your phone and record this. I’m going to go into the front yard and call her cellphone.

Hi honey. Are you at your sisters yet?

Yep, just got here. She is getting us some wine. What’s up?

Nothing. Just making sure that you arrived safely.

Ahhh, thanks honey. I love you!

I love you too. Give your sister a kiss for me.

I will honey. Bye bye.

Back in the back yard, I could see her giving the guy a really long passionate kiss. Then she pushed him onto the bed and started on his balls with her mouth as he stroked his cock. Then she licked his asshole before putting her fingers inside stroking his prostate. Back sucking his balls for awhile, then his cock, easily swallowing him until her nose was tight against his pubic bone. My friend nudged me and mouthed the word, “really!?” Yep. really. I love when my wife does that. I guess it is no surprise Mystery Man should be enjoying it too.

It didn’t take long before he came down her throat. Then out her nose as she caught a quick breath. She sniffed that right up and swallowed every drop. Then she climbed right up and sat on his cock. Not huge, but damn big. just the way she likes them. As she rode him my friend said he had to pee and took off. So I started recording what i was seeing. Minutes later I see my ballsey friend inside the house taking a video from the bedroom doorway. Then, grinning, disappeared. Laughing quietly, he was at my side a few minutes later. He stole the guys wallet, pissed in his toilet and took a video of the entire inside of the guys house. Something to prove I was there someday, if I wanted her to know.
Well we had videos of her fucking and flirting at the bar. I pretty much think she will believe me anyway. I can’t believe the balls on my friend going into the guys house. I had to walk out in front of the house for a while to laugh without getting caught. Too fucking funny!

When we went back into the back yard, they were gone. We found them in the kitchen making something to eat. So we went to McDonalds and did the same. Back at the house they were in the bedroom him pounding her doggie style while she kept telling how good he feels in her ass. Well, yeah, she does love that! And yes, we got it recorded from both of our phones from different windows. It was a good night. We had a good time watching her. And she probably had lots more fun with him. Wish we had chairs to sit on. My feet were tired in the morning.

When they fell asleep, my friend went back in the house, peed in the toilet and all over the toilet seat. Something for him to think about when he woke up in the morning, my friend said. His humor is going to get us in trouble some day. LOL

So we walked back to the pub. got our cars and headed over to his friends house to get a few hours of sleep. At 10am, my phone rings. It is my wife. She sounds strange, like she is almost in tears.
Sleep well? She asks.

Yep, went out for beer and pool last night. Slept like a baby.

I was really happy and well rested. after all, I had a fun filled night and hours of good rest.

I’m going to the beach today. What are you and your sister going to do?

She sounded quiet, but somehow relieved.

Which beach Honey?

I’m in Point Loma, so I will be heading over to Ocean Beach

I knew that would relax her. She was in Hermosa Beach, a long drive to the north.
A Big sigh came from her.

Ok. She said. You have fun and be safe.

My friend thought that was a super fun conversation.
We parked down the street in his car and watched the house. Soon a police cruiser parked out front. We guessed he noticed his wallet missing and the pissed on toilet seat. The cops were there about an hour blocking traffic. the streets are narrow and finding a parking space is really hard. Police don’t care. They park wherever they want. LOL My wife must not be in much of a mood any more for her romantic weekend getaway. My friend and his humor ruined it for everyone. About a half hour later we could see the not happy couple arguing in the front yard and then she walked a few blocks to where she left her car. We assumed to go home. So, we went to the beach.

When she got home, she called me.

How are you? she asked.

Doing great, still having fun at the beach. I just got back from a swim. It’s beautiful here. Want a picture?

Sure.

She sounded unsure, but happy about getting the picture.
I took a picture of sand and water. It could be any beach. LOL
She loved the picture.

Back at my friends house, he put on gloves and then took everything out of the wallet. After taking pictures of everything, he put the stuff back into the wallet, being careful that nothing was put in the same place it came out of. Then he put the wallet into a baggy telling me to dump the wallet out of the baggie into her purse when I got home. Damn he loves his humor. Well, yeah. It was kinda funny thinking of what she would think when she found it. Then I called her sisters house, asking to speak to my wife as her phone wasn’t taking calls. A good sister, she said my wife was on the toilet and would ask her to call me when she returned. Now I have a recording of her lying to me covering for my wife.

Ten minutes later my wife calls.

Hi honey. Sorry I was in the bathroom taking a shower when you called. Funny, the call didn’t go through. It never rang. What did you need? Are you still at the beach?

No problem. I thought that you sounded funny earlier. Everything ok with you and your sister?

Yes. We are having a good visit together.

You always have a really good time when visiting your sister. What went wrong this time?

Oh, that. She lost her wallet. I’m sorry I made you worry. She will get over it, I’m sure.

Ok. I’m still at the beach. Will be home late tonight. Call me when you wake up, ok?

My sister isn’t good company right now. I’m driving home soon.

Ok. Don’t wait up for me. See you in the morning. I love you.

I love you too honey.

My friend couldn’t let me drive home alone after all of that. LOL We headed to my house, in his car.
We got there and saw my wife’s car in the driveway. We parked in the alley. I called her phone and she told me she was on the phone with her sister and asked if she could call me back. I said sure, that I was heading out for dinner and for her to take her time. My friend bolted out of the car and snuck up to the windows peeking in each one until he found her. Unknown to him, or even my wife I had hidden spy cameras everywhere. He risked getting caught, for nothing.

When he returned he said she was in the Dining Room crying her eyes out and talking on the phone. So I opened my laptop to the Dining Room camera and we listened to the phone call. She had him on speaker, so we heard everything. He was positive he had a break in. She was positive that she was caught, that I somehow knew, and was there. He kept saying that was impossible. Soon I was bored and looked at the other rooms looking for her purse. It was on our bed. My friend grabbed the baggie and let himself in our glass door into the bedroom, dumped the wallet into her purse, stuffed the baggie into his pocket. Then we drove off to eat.

At the restaurant, I opened the laptop. She was sitting on the floor by our bed, his wallet in her hands blubbering and wailing loud sobbing crying tears. We ate our dinner and watched. After dinner, in his car, I called her. She answered. It took a minute for her to stop sobbing long enough to say,

Do you hate me? Are you going to divorce me?

Sweetheart. Go take a shower. A long shower. I will be home soon. You have a lot to tell me.
I know everything, so do not try to cheat and leave out anything, I expect truth and complete honesty. Do you understand?

Yes honey. Please come home soon.

Just before I walked into the house, my friend sent her the video that he took from the bedroom doorway as she was getting ass fucked. We watched her open and watch the video. OH GOD! she kept saying over and over as she watched it, the loud crying now returned in full force. When I walked into the house she was crumpled naked on the living room floor blubbering into the carpet. She looked up, face completely covered in tears and snot. She was very very upset. She tried, but couldn’t speak. I went into the bathroom and got a clean warm damp washcloth and a box of Kleenex I sat down in front of her, still not saying a word, and wiped her face. Held tissue up so she could blow her nose and wiped her eyes again.

Come sit on my recliner with me, I said while lifting her to her feet. I sat on the recliner, her between my legs, leaning back against me. With my arms around her and tissues in hand, she told me her long story of her two year once a month weekend affair. I quietly listened, wondering how I could not possibly have known. She talked until dawn. Then we went into the kitchen and made breakfast together. I still just listened. During breakfast, she asked,

Are there any more videos?

Only two years worth. Why have you been dishonest with me? Do you not love me and trust me?

She cried some more.

I was afraid I would hurt you if I told you.
I was afraid that you would make me stop.
And it felt so good, I kept telling myself, “Just this one more time, then I will stop”.

Then she cried some more and dropped to her knees with her sobbing head on my lap and kept saying,

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.

Sweetheart, get up. Go wash your face with lots of cold water, blow your nose and come sit down and finish your story.

She looked up at me, nodded and did as I asked.

After sitting down, she looked long and hard into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.

You really do know everything, don’t you.

It wasn’t a question.
She ended up talking all day. Wow, She really did everything dreamable with him. How could I have not known she was interested in doing all of these things? Why didn’t she ask me to do these things with her? It was a mystery. She asked me if she could call him. I asked her, What for?

To tell him I can never see him again, of course. I think he loves me. This will be hard. Please let me call him.

No.

No? But, why? I have to do this, right?

What you have to do is start being my wife again. Be open and honest with me. Tell me everything. Seriously, is there anything harder to tell me than what you just Did. I think that you can now be a true wife. Do you agree?

She sat stunned. Very quiet very wet tears.

Yes! I love you so very much! What can I do to make things right again between us?

Well first of all, stay at my side for ever, support me and love me with all of your heart. Be always truthful and honest with me and promise me that you will never sneak behind my back to do anything ever again. Too much to ask?

No. Of course not. I love being your wife.

Call him, only when I can listen. No secrets, ok?

Yes. Ok. So, I can call him now?

Yes, tonight. And you can tell him that you found his wallet.

Oh My God! Ok. I can do that. He is going to be upset.

Want to watch some home Porn?

What! Oh god no! I think It will be a while before I can see anymore of me with him inside of me. Has anyone else seen the videos?

Yes. Don’t ask.

Oh no! Why?

And the crying continued.

That night she called him. He cried, he thought she was braking up with him. He Settled down, heard about his wallet, and agreed to come tomorrow to pick it up. He was really nervous about me being there. He was afraid I would beat him up. I am bigger and much stronger than him. She sent him the video and told him if I was going to kick his ass, I would have done it then. Of course she did not know that I was never in his house. They talked for over an hour.

Then we went to bed and had some really good sex and a good nights sleep. In the morning, more sex and she reminded me of a new bride. Happy, secure, eager to start a life with a new husband.
We went out for brunch and then back to the house for more sex and then to await the boyfriend to come pick up his wallet. I really did want to see his face when he looked inside of it.

He was really really fucking nervous when he arrived. I shook his hand and told him it was about time he got the nerve to come meet me. Two years is a long time to get up the courage to be a man and tell me he is fucking my wife. He was shocked speechless. So she took him by the hand and sat him on the couch. Then she sat with him and held his hand while telling him that I knew everything and that i have always known. I gave him a beer, he looked like he could really like to have one right then.

She gave him his wallet and he looked inside. His expression was priceless. I told him the contents were all photographed. Then I called her in the kitchen.

What do you want me to do about him honey?

I am going to go to the store and get some things. Give him a blowjob he will never forget and then send him home. Do not break up with him. Call me when he is gone and I will come home.

Really? Ok. Ok. I will do this.

Of course I watched and listened to everything on my computer. Of course he was nervous about having his cock sucked in my home. But, her mouth stopped his worries. Then he wanted to fuck her, No, she said. Telling him that she didn’t have permission to fuck him, only suck him and swallow his cum. His eyes got really big, and he said, “He knows you just sucked my cock?”

“Of course. I don’t cheat on my husband behind his back. Without his knowledge and permission, you never get any sex from me. You do understand this I hope”.

I was so proud of her. She had him believing that I knew about every kiss and every word between them. And I pretty much did. His attitude changed then. He became her boy toy instead of her boyfriend. His love for her did not change. Just his role in her life.

My friend installed hidden spy cameras in his home, so when she went over there, they had no privacy. My friend and I saw everything. And she always tells me all the details. Of course.
She is a good wife.

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