I spy

I was at Uni and the minute I saw Cindy across the room I knew she was the one. Dark hair, sweet smile, slim, attractive, I could go on. Two weeks later we went on a date. I was stoked. On our third date I put my arms around here and I touched her breasts. She slapped me, got out of my car and ran inside her house. I tried to patch things up but she ignored me. It took two months of apologies and grovelling before she would speak to me. “I am not a whore” she blurted out. I didn’t think she was but she made it quite clear that anything other than a goodnight kiss was off the table.

We got engaged and then married. We made love in a very conservative and standard way. Foreplay was me fondling her breasts and she stroking my cock. A couple of minutes and then missionary position. All this would take place in the bedroom only and with the light out. This continued for maybe two years. Actually sex had become spasmodic by then. Probably 3 times a week. Was I frustrated? Bloody oath I was. I am ashamed to admit it but I used to masturbate. I hadn’t done that since my high school days. I suggested counselling but Cindy didn’t see that anything was wrong.

I had a bugger of a day at work and got home to find Cindy happy and she hugged me. I was a bit surprised. She was working part-time as her hours had been cut some months before. She was angry but what could she do. She works 8am to noon. Money wasn’t a problem she just felt let down. But this night she seemed like nothing bothered her. She had cooked a lovely meal and when I sat on the couch she came and sat next to me and we kissed and cuddled. I didn’t know what triggered this transformation but I wasn’t going to complain.

She had a shower and came into the lounge “your turn” she said. I went, had a shower and put my PJs on. I walked back into the bedroom and Cindy was sitting on the edge of the bed naked. I was quite surprised. I was even more surprised when she pulled down my pants and began to stroke my cock. I had no idea what had gotten into her. Then she pulled me towards her and began to suck my cock. “Oh Cindy” I moaned “that feels so good”. Suddenly she stood up, kissed me and said “Fuck me Steven”. Seconds later I was on top of her, pounding away and she was moaning loudly. Not only that, the light was on. I was so glad I hadn’t wanked off in the shower.

Now I figured that our night of mad passion was a one off. But the same thing happened the next two nights. She even wanted me to go down on her. I was in heaven. Then Saturday afternoon she came on to me and this time wanted to be fucked doggy style. That was so “out there” compared to everything that had happened in our marriage so far. I smelled a rat. What was going on? I knew she didn’t drink or take drugs. I decided she must be having an affair and her sudden sexual interest was some sort of guilt trip.