My wife Angie loves sex and always has done. She is blond haired with blue eyes, 5ft6 tall, slender with 34D tits, great legs a sexy bum and has shaven her pussy since she was 16. We have been married for 27 years now, but the true story I want to tell you about is when I discovered that she had cheated on me, which was 10 years ago when she was 36. As a shift worker she had ample opportunity to spread her knees for other men without me finding out, but once I became a day worker, it was much more difficult. We had just bought a new house in the Feb of 1996 when her attitude to me changed; she became aloof and cool towards me. At the same time our sex life stopped suddenly and completely.
Obviously being a man I didn't know what was going on but there was definately something wrong. She had lost all interest in sex with me although I know she masturbated while I wasn't around. The evidence on her vibrator was conclusive. About this time she had left her job and walked into new employment. I wondered if she had met someone else - especially when she began going out with one of her female friends from work. It was a woman I had never met and who Angie never introduced me to. I was suspicious that the female friend was a male and he was fucking her, so I did ask her who she was meeting three times a week. She told me that it was her female friend. Sometimes they went out to a club and Angie wouldn't get home until 2am and even 4am. The night club would close at 2am so I would ask where she had been so long - she would tell me that she had gone back to her friends house where they chatted.
This went on for many months. I began checking her panties for evidence of semen stains in them, but never found any. There were never any love bites or stolen underwear, so I began to trust her even though she wasn't telling me everything about her nights out.
So for months I could only masturbate to ease my frustration. I had given up asking for sex because she would always say she wasn't interested. Almost every day I was wanking into her panties for relief. Towards the end of the year, in October 1996 I started suggesting that we swapped with another couple, which seemed to brighten her up. I thought that if I couldn't fuck my wife at least I would be able to fuck someone elses.
This was before we had the internet so I suggested that we go out together for a change to try to meet up with another couple but she kept putting it off as we had two young children and babysitting was a problem. By December 1996 we still hadn't been out together but she was still meeting her 'girl friend' two or three times a week to go dancing etc until the early hours.
She came home one evening after doing a little bit of shopping, telling me that she had met someone from her old office who had invited her to a Christmas party which she quickly accepted. I asked if the invite was for both of us and she said no it wasn't, which was a disapointment. To my embarrassment, I even pleaded with her to go but she was adamant. Having said that, her feelings to me seemed to have melted towards me over the last few weeks - although there was still no sex. She hinted that the following day (Sunday) we would be having sex at long last. You can imagine how good that felt to me.
Obviously being a man I didn't know what was going on but there was definately something wrong. She had lost all interest in sex with me although I know she masturbated while I wasn't around. The evidence on her vibrator was conclusive. About this time she had left her job and walked into new employment. I wondered if she had met someone else - especially when she began going out with one of her female friends from work. It was a woman I had never met and who Angie never introduced me to. I was suspicious that the female friend was a male and he was fucking her, so I did ask her who she was meeting three times a week. She told me that it was her female friend. Sometimes they went out to a club and Angie wouldn't get home until 2am and even 4am. The night club would close at 2am so I would ask where she had been so long - she would tell me that she had gone back to her friends house where they chatted.
This went on for many months. I began checking her panties for evidence of semen stains in them, but never found any. There were never any love bites or stolen underwear, so I began to trust her even though she wasn't telling me everything about her nights out.
So for months I could only masturbate to ease my frustration. I had given up asking for sex because she would always say she wasn't interested. Almost every day I was wanking into her panties for relief. Towards the end of the year, in October 1996 I started suggesting that we swapped with another couple, which seemed to brighten her up. I thought that if I couldn't fuck my wife at least I would be able to fuck someone elses.
This was before we had the internet so I suggested that we go out together for a change to try to meet up with another couple but she kept putting it off as we had two young children and babysitting was a problem. By December 1996 we still hadn't been out together but she was still meeting her 'girl friend' two or three times a week to go dancing etc until the early hours.
She came home one evening after doing a little bit of shopping, telling me that she had met someone from her old office who had invited her to a Christmas party which she quickly accepted. I asked if the invite was for both of us and she said no it wasn't, which was a disapointment. To my embarrassment, I even pleaded with her to go but she was adamant. Having said that, her feelings to me seemed to have melted towards me over the last few weeks - although there was still no sex. She hinted that the following day (Sunday) we would be having sex at long last. You can imagine how good that felt to me.
