Betrayed_(1)

Propped up on my pillows I watched my wife Angie slide the black thong up her slender toned legs. When the back of the thong disappeared between her round firm buttocks I couldn’t help but wish it was me slipping between those magnificent cheeks. Casually I flipped the covers off my six-foot frame and began to fondle my semi erect penis. With her back still facing me I glanced into the dresser mirror in front of her and saw the look of disgust on her face. A look I’ve seen all too often lately. Turning slowly around to face me she covered her small 34C tits with the thongs matching black bra. The look she shot me with her baby-blue eyes stopped my growing erection in its tracks.

“Really Jack? Is that all you ever think about,” she asked me coldly.

“Lately, yes,” I shot back.

“I told you that I’ve been extremely busy at the office. Not all of us are on vacation from work like you are,” she said.

“If it were just right now, I would understand. But baby, it’s been over three weeks since you even let me touch you,” I told her with a little anger in my voice.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she reached out and stroked the side of my face before saying, “I know, and I promise to make it up to you. Just not today.”

I couldn’t help wondering if I had done something to turn her off, or if it really was the extra workload she was under. It wasn’t like we’ve been married forever. Hell, for that matter it’s only been a little over three years, so she shouldn’t be tired of me yet. This was the peak of her real estate season, and being the top agent in the office did come with some stress. But having to resort to whacking off instead of screwing my beautiful twenty-five year old wife came with its own set of stresses. A healthy twenty-six year old man shouldn’t have to revert back to his teenage years to get some relief, that’s how I felt about the whole thing anyway. I released the hold on my now flaccid cock.

“Maybe when I get home tonight we can see about having some fun,” Angie said, then got up and finished dressing.

“Yeah,” I replied sullenly, knowing that her use of the word “maybe” meant don’t hold your breath buster.

Wearing charcoal gray slacks with a silk maroon blouse, her short strawberry-blonde hair neatly combed, she looked down at me and blew a kiss my way. The fullness of her red lipstick covered mouth caused an involuntary groan deep inside me. Before I could say another word she left, the closing of the front door telling me that I was alone. Once again my hand found the limp dick between my legs and softly started stroking. Closing my eyes, I conjured up a mental picture of Angie’s tight rear-end and felt my cock begin to stir back to life. Leisurely I let my hand stroke the shaft of my cock while daydreaming of bending Angie over and slamming into her tight shaved cunt. I don’t have a porn star sized cock, but it is fatter than average and with a mental picture of Angie’s ass in my head, it wasn’t long before it expanded to its fully erect seven inches. Faster and faster my fist pumped my rod, until the telltale feelings in my balls warned of an approaching orgasm. Not wanting to ruin the moment by going into the bathroom to finish, plus the fact that I was naked, I just continued to stroke my hard cock hoping to catch the mess on my stomach.

“Take that Angie,” I groaned aloud as my cock erupted in a volcanic geyser of sticky white ropes of cum. Some shot as far as my hair covered chest, but most just landed on my stomach and the hand holding my twitching tool. The slickness of the spunk that had oozed onto my hand helped to rub my pole even harder, prolonging the wonderful bliss I was feeling. Until the damn phone began to ring and ring and ring. I can’t catch a break I thought, as my dry hand snagged the phone from the nightstand and brought it to my ear.

“Jack, you there,” my sister Catherine almost shouted into phone.

“Yeah, I’m here Cat. What’s got you so excited,” I asked, still gently rubbing my spunk covered cock and balls.

Catherine, everyone called her Cat, was four years older than me and was the epitome of a Susie-Homemaker. A stay at home mother with one kid, Billy, so named because her husband’s name was Bill. My parents had her ten months after they got married, but held off having any more children till yours truly came along. Her and Bill had gotten hitched when I was just turning seventeen so we hadn’t spent much time together while I was growing up. Even though we live in a small town now, we still only see each other a few times out of the year. It’s not that we don’t love each other, it’s just that we have our own separate lives and sometimes it is hard to fit get-together times into our schedules. Our parents had sold their home and moved back east after both of us left the nest. We saw them a couple of times since they moved and stayed in contact through phone calls and facebook. The one odd thing about Cat and myself was the fact that our birthdays fell on the same day, only four years apart. How our parents had managed that was a mystery to both of us. I thought that was why she was calling since our birthdays were tomorrow.

“I have a problem and I don’t know who else I can talk to about it except you,” Cat stated.

“What sort of problem,” I asked half-heartedly.

“I don’t want to talk about it on the phone. Could you meet me at Neilson’s Café as soon as possible,” she asked.

Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was only eight-thirty. Neilson’s Café was on the outskirts of town right across the road from the new five-star motel, about a ten-minute drive from my place. I told her I would be there in thirty minutes or less, hung up and hit the shower.

It only took me twenty-five minutes. When I pulled my truck into the parking lot I spotted Cat’s Volvo near the side of the building and parked next to it. Inside I found her sitting at a small table by the window closest to the road. She had her back to me and jumped when I touched her shoulder before taking the chair across from her. It never fails to amaze me how much she and I look alike. We both have brown eyes and black hair; hers long and straight and as usual in a ponytail, while mine is almost military short. She stands a good five-nine in stocking feet and has the same athletic build that I do, although you couldn’t tell by the baggy clothes she preferred to wear. It occurred to me that I’ve never seen her in anything other than loose fitting attire. Why I was wondering what my sister’s body looked like was beyond me, I shook the thought from my head.

“What’s up sis,” I inquired.

At first I thought she hadn’t heard me. She sat stiffly in the chair and stared across the road at the motel, her eyes wide and unblinking.

“Hello,” I said, rapping on the table with my knuckles.

“Sorry Jack, lost in thought there,” she offered as an explanation while turning to face me.

“So what’s the problem sis,” I asked when the waitress left with my order for just coffee.

Leaning toward me over the table she said in a hushed tone, “I think Bill is cheating on me.”

“What makes you think that,” I asked skeptically.

Her eyes started to mist and her bottom lip quivered slightly as she told me what she knew. Two days ago she had found red lipstick smudges on Bill’s shirt collar while putting it in the wash. And yesterday she said she found a piece of paper with a phone number on it. She had called the number and a woman had answered. When I asked if she had talked to the woman, she said she got scared and just hung up. I felt a twinge of sympathy when she also explained that Bill hadn’t touched her in almost a month. That was something I could relate to, but still felt a little uncomfortable hearing my sister tell me how her sex life was going.

“Well that doesn’t mean he is seeing someone,” I chuckled just as my coffee arrived.

“Maybe not. But last night I installed a tracking app on Bill’s phone. Care to guess where he is right this minute?”

“Where did you get a tracking app,” I asked, sipping some coffee and gazing into her eyes.

“Take a look across the road. Recognize any of the cars over there,” Cat asked, ignoring my question about the app.

Turning to face the window I scanned the dozen or so cars parked in the motel parking lot. I was just about to tell her she was seeing things when my eyes roamed over a black BMW that looked vaguely familiar. Sure as shit, there was Bill’s beamer complete with the hokey vanity plates BILLY 01 stuck to the rear of it. Being an attorney maybe he had some out of town clients I tried to tell her, but she could hear the skepticism in my voice. When I asked what she wanted to do, she said she was going to wait and see when he comes out, and with whom.