Sex, Lies and Videotape pt1

Sex, Lies and digital cameras Pt.1.

“Hi. I didn’t think that you would ring, after last week…I’m sorry too….I know… (Laughter)….I was good-wasn’t I! (More giggling)…..I wasn’t THAT good… If you say so. (Laughter)…Yes, I’m wearing them…I suppose they might be a little bit wet…No! I’m not fingering myself! …. You know why! …In his office, working on that bloody computer…I wish that it was porn… (Laughter)…They are inside my knickers now….yes, it does feel nice… (laughter)…of course it’s not as nice as your cock…it’s very, very wet!”
I couldn’t believe my ears.

I know that it’s rude to eavesdrop, but I had come downstairs for a cup of tea, when I’d heard my wife speaking to someone on the phone. I waited outside the living room, listening to her one-sided conversation, mesmerised.

“I can’t…he might come in…. (Laughter)…stop it! I’ve got to go…I’m just as frustrated…I might… (Laughter)…I can’t wait for Thursday either…7.30, at the Sandpiper… (Laughter) If that’s what you want me to wear…I’m sniffing them now…. (Laughter)…you know I do…..You’ll just have to play with yourself then, won’t you! (Laughter)…… Bye.”
Shocked and shattered, I staggered back to my office, in a daze.
I sat mulling over her words, for ages, trying to convince myself that there may be an innocent explanation-no chance!

I was devastated. I naively thought that we were happily married.
All kinds of disgusting/erotic thoughts spun through my head. Amazingly, I had a raging hard-on!

Linzi, my wife, was a 5ft. 4, 28yr.old slim, and is a redhead with 32b breasts. I’m 37, 5ft.6, slightly over weight, greying around the temples, and a computer engineer.
As far as I was concerned, our sex life was fine. We had been married for four years, so we had stopped swinging from chandeliers, but we had sex most weeks, usually on a Saturday, after we had been out with friends, for a nice meal. I wasn’t averse to ‘going south’ and Linzi, after some initial reluctance, had developed a liking for sucking me (but only as foreplay). I knew, exactly, how to make her come; so why would she have the need to look elsewhere? And who with?

‘Knock-knock’. I nearly jumped out of my skin. “I’ve brought you a cup of tea; are you going to be long?” Linzi asked as she put the cup on my desk.

“Em, no,” I stuttered, “I’m nearly finished.” I looked at her, the picture of innocence, dressed in a short blue skirt and white blouse. She was gorgeous, still the beauty that I’d fallen in love with, six years previously. Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than I’d realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to.

‘My God!’ she’d changed before my eyes, and I had missed it – I was taking her for granted.
As she turned to walk away. I’d swear that there was a ‘sway’ in her walk.
When I joined her on the sofa, she automatically swung her legs across my lap, and wiggled her toes – for a foot massage.

I obliged, as she watched some hospital drama, on TV, as if nothing had happened.
My mind was racing, alternating between confronting her, and getting turned on at the memory of her phone conversation. I couldn’t believe that she had openly masturbated for him, when she had talked to him-what kind of hold did this man have on her.
Suddenly, Linzi changed position, and her leg brushed against my bulge. “Ooh! Someone’s in a good mood!” she laughed as she ran her toes along my shaft.
“We’ll go to bed when this is finished; I’ve got to be up early, tomorrow, anyway.” She smiled.
As I got undressed, I glanced at her, in the mirrored wardrobes. She was a fantastic looking woman. I could understand why another man would find her attractive. Desperately not wanting to stare, her firm breasts looked magnificent as she freed them from her bra.
‘It was a Wonderbra? When had she started to wear that?’

I walked past her as she stepped out of a tiny, black, G-string. I HAD noticed this change of underwear, earlier in the year, and I approved, but this looked smaller, and sexier than her usual ones-or the ones that I remembered her wearing.
I think that she had, also, lost a bit of weight.

When had I stopped ‘noticing’ my wife? Had I sent her into the arms and bed of another man?
When she slipped under the covers, her hand went straight to my cock. “Ooh! You’re still happy, then” she laughed. She had a sexy chuckle, which I took for granted.
Linzi’s delicate fingers stroked and squeezed my shaft, as she kissed my neck.

“I know what you would like” she whispered as she threw back the duvet, and slid down my body. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip as she pulled the foreskin back. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked my engorged knob. This felt good-very good-I’d forgotten how good her blowjobs could be.

My hands were firmly massaging her shoulders as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. This was fantastic! Her mouth was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her hands, which were rubbing my shaft, and balls.
My balls were beginning to ache.

The look of lust on her face, as she straddled my cock, was out of this world. Her eyes were sparkling as my 6 inches sank into her soaking cunt. She buried her face into my chest and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! It was all over in a couple of minutes. What felt like a pint of come shot out of my cock into her womb.
After kissing my chest she whispered, “My turn now,” and slowly ground her crotch into my groin, until her clit was in contact with my pelvis. Her speed picked up immediately. I held my breath, to try to keep my cock inflated, as she bucked and fucked until she ‘came’ with a loud sigh.

Seconds later, she rolled off, pulled the duvet up, switched the light off and went to sleep, with a cheeky grin on her face.
I hardly slept. In my mind I believed that, to confront her about an affair I would need some real evidence.

The following morning, Wednesday, after Linzi had gone to work, I began looking around the house for ‘evidence’ of her infidelity.

In the wardrobe were a couple of dresses and skirts that I hadn’t seen before – I would have noticed – they were very short! Some of her shirts and tops were a ‘bit revealing’. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation.
Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I had only seen her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups, Wonderbra’s and even a green basque, which I had definitely never seen her wear!

In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My heart sank with this last set of findings. She knew how much I liked her to wear stockings, but she’d always told me that they were uncomfortable, and had only worn them on ‘special occasions’ in the early days of our marriage, yet, now, I could see 6 different sets in front of me.