We all have different definitions of love. Some say that love is accepting someone’s imperfections, and being able to see the good in them. To me, love is like lemon drops and gummy bears. Sometimes it’s sweet and sometimes it’s sour. Even with the ups and downs, life was how I wanted it to be, until three years ago. I had a loving and faithful wife, Malinda. She was my world. Malinda is five feet – six inches in height. Being the gym enthusiast that she was, Malinda possessed a tight little round butt, toned legs and C-cup bosoms. She has long brunette hair, and brown eyes that still make me blush.
We were both age thirty-two, married for three years and had a very active sex life at the time. In fact, a fly on the wall may have described us as kinky freaks. We tried almost everything in the bedroom. Malinda discovered how kinky I was within the first month of dating, and I was even more shocked to find out that she was equally as freaky in the bedroom. There was never a shortage of choices when it came to Halloween time at our house. We had acquired tons of costumes from our frequent role playing activities. Our role playing games were especially interesting to me because my wife appeared so innocent to our friends. Many of her acquaintances perhaps even call her a prude, behind her back. I knew better. We knew how to strike a balance. We worked hard, but always found time for each other. It was a blessing; we both loved screwing each other. She was my freak at night and my sweet and loving wife to the public.
So, how did our world come crashing down? Well, it all started at Malinda’s 32nd birthday. The afternoon was off to kind of a disappointing start when Malinda refused to have sex. I was hoping to make love to her before the guests came over but she said she was a little tired and that I needed to stop being such an animal. I thought nothing of this and laughed it off. I stood in our bedroom and watched her get dressed. Standing at exactly six feet two inches in height, I towered over my wife, as she got dressed in front of the mirror. She looked gorgeous. Malinda wore a red wrap dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her sexy legs were on full display in her red bottom high heels. The dress had kind of a low cut around the chest area, showing a little cleavage. I wanted to have my way with her right there.
I complimented my wife very well that evening. I wore one of my best tuxedos. It was a limited edition, navy blue- Calvin Klein tuxedo. Here’s a little about myself that you should know. I would not describe myself as the life of a party. I would be the quiet and observant guy in room. I am a guy who is involved, but far from attention seeking. I also would not stifle my conscience and describe myself as dashingly handsome. However, I am good looking. I have slick, black hair. My body type is lean and muscular. I would describe my face as oval shaped and clean shaven. Now, let’s get back to the story. We had invited a few friends from her job, and a few close friends that we had known for years. The party started off well. I was having my fourth glass of wine when a deep/ masculine voice interrupted.
“Hello, you must be James. I’m Paul,” he said with an outstretched hand.
I was speechless. Paul was a name that I had been hearing for the past month. My wife hated him, or at least I was made to believe so. Malinda told me about this new guy named Paul, who took two of her major ideas and presented it to the boss as though he came up with those ideas. In the marketing business, that’s a serious thing. She complained about how stubborn and arrogant he was. Yes, that Paul was standing in front of me. He was ripped, and appeared to be around 6’4” in height. His black hair was slicked back, and he had a wonderful smile, I must admit. His cologne was not overpowering, but certainly got my attention. In fact, the citrus scent reminded me of cologne that my wife got me, a few years back.
“Yes, I am James,” I replied with a forced smile.
“I just wanted to come over and meet the man Malinda is always talking about,” he said, taking me by surprise.
“You work in the same department?” I asked, trying not to sound too surprised that they spoke to each other.
“Oh yeah,” he replied grinning and slurring his words.
I exchanged a few fake pleasantries with him and he went on his merry way. The night went on and I lost track of Malinda. I went in search of her. Her best friend Sheena (the storybook, big tits kind of blonde) was chatting with some other friends from work when I interrupted their conversation. They all shrugged and said they had no idea where my wife was. Where could she be? I made my way through the gathering that we had, stumbling my way into the dark kitchen. I stood at the back door, a bit out of it. It was quite dark out there in the backyard as well. Just as I was about to flip the light switch, I heard at least two voices. The extremely dim street light at the corner of the street flickered a little and I was able to see where the voices were coming from. It was Malinda and Paul standing near the trash cans, next to our picket fence. They seemed to be engaged in a heated argument. Malinda’s hands moved up and down, pointing in Paul’s face. I froze, wondering whether to intervene and make my presence known, or simply observe to see where the argument was going.
Before I could make a decision Malinda turned with fury and started heading back towards where I stood. Paul reached out and momentarily grabbed one of her hands before she angrily shoved him off. I was about to go out and confront him but she handled herself well. That entire exchange did not sit well with me. It was at that moment that I became very suspicious. Not wanting my wife to know that I had seen the exchange with Paul, I quickly found my way through the dark kitchen and back out to the party in the living-room.
I watched her come in a few seconds later, and Paul followed about five minutes later. He headed straight for the front door and left without saying goodbye to anyone. That further raised my suspicions. Was I overreacting? It certainly didn’t appear like a normal disagreement between two co-workers. My wife had never given me a reason to not trust her, but this was just too much to shake. The party was over about an hour later. I cleaned up with Malinda and her friend, Sheena. Sheena left about an hour later, probably around twelve-thirty.
“Did you have a good time, honey?” I asked, expecting to hear about the argument with Paul.
“Sure! It was great. Thank you so much for throwing me this little get together,” she expressed her gratitude by planting a kiss on my lips.
“So, I have a question to ask,” I said.
“Go ahead,” she responded, appearing a bit puzzled.
“Was that the same Paul we spoke about all month, here at the party tonight?” I inquired.
She paused for a few seconds. “Yea, it was him. I decided to bury the hatchet, in the interest of a great work relationship,” she replied.
Something just didn’t seem right. She really didn’t plan on telling me about the dust-up she had with Paul. My gut instinct was that she was hiding something. I decided to give her the feeling that I was letting it go. However, I was not going to forget what I saw. I decided right then that I was going to be more observant of my wife. We were both tired after the party and all of the cleaning and decided go to bed around 1:00am. My suspicions were further raised when a text came to my wife’s phone around 1:30am.
I got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom door, softly placing my head on the slightly cold door. There was complete silence for the first few seconds. About a minute later I heard her phone vibrate. The vibration didn’t last long.
“Leave me the fuck alone! My husband is sleeping in the bedroom for God sakes,” I heard my wife demand.
“No, I’m not treating you badly, I just can’t do this. Are you nuts? No!” she said sternly.
“I can’t. He’s right there,” she insisted.
This time I detected a change of tone in Malinda’s voice. It was friendly, compared to her last response. A minute went by and I heard nothing. I wondered whether to put an end to it or whether I should sneak back into bed and confront her when she got out of the bathroom. I wasn’t prepared for what I heard next.
“No, I can’t put my phone on speaker. James might hear both of us, and wake up,” She said, appearing to put up a weak fight.
“Okay! I’ll do it, but I can’t ever do this again at home, okay?”
She attempted to give a demand but it sounded more like a plea. There was silence for about another minute before I heard her phone make a beeping sound. My wife had switched her phone to speaker. The person on the other line got her to comply.
“Ehhh emm…,” I heard a man clear his throat.
“Quit playing around and do it,” a deep voice demanded.
I immediately remembered the voice from earlier that evening. It was Paul! What was he demanding my wife to do? Another few seconds went by. What I heard next shattered my soul. Never did I imagine my wife was capable of doing this to me.
“Awww…” a stifled moan escaped.
“Oh fuck, I’m so wet,” Malinda managed to say, through her moaning.
“That’s right, finger that pussy!” he demanded
“Not so loud,” I heard my wife whisper.
“Shut up and finger your pussy!” he barked.
I became filled with rage and disappointment in my wife. My life was about to take a turn that I never expected. Five minutes went by, and judging by the increased panting and stifled moans, Malinda was now vigorously fingering her pussy. I could hear how moist she was. Paul certainly took note as well. “Oh, listen to all of this swishing. Your naughty cunt is soaking wet for me!” he exclaimed in a crass manner.
“This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this,” she muttered through heavy breath.
“I’m going to cum,” she said panting heavily.
“Oh God, I’m fucking shaking,” she moaned out, much to the pleasure of Paul.
“You have been a bad girl. I don’t like the way you treated me tonight,” he growled.
“Maybe I should teach you another lesson, like I did in my office this afternoon,” he toyed with her.
“No! My butt cheeks are still red from the spanking you gave me this afternoon. I had to refuse sex with James, so he wouldn’t see your fingerprints across my butt cheeks,” she replied.
What a punch to my gut! She refused sex with me because she didn’t want me to see another man’s fingerprints plastered across her ass. Malinda was locked in the bathroom, fingering herself while I was right there in our master bedroom. My blood was boiling hot. My attention went back to my wife when I heard further moans and filthy language escape her mouth.
“I’m going to cum. We have to stop this,” she said, putting up a weak fight.
“No, you’re going to cum for me,” he demanded.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My wife had either forgotten I was “sleeping” or just didn’t care anymore. Her moans grew louder. I heard something fall to the ground and break. My wife spoke in strange tongues. She was extremely wet. Swishing sounds sent chills through my body. Her panting increased.
“That’s right; give me a good close up of that wet cunt!” Paul demanded.
“This is the juiciest pussy I have ever seen. Where have you been all my life?” he toyed with her
It then became clear to me that they were actually on a video chat and not a simple phone call. I would never view my wife the same again. My wife was being a slut. My Malinda had exposed herself to another man. Even worse, it clearly was not their first sexual encounter. My mind drifted back to what they were talking about earlier. She had let him spank her. The fact that it happened at work got me even angrier. Was she trying to embarrass me? Just when I thought there wouldn’t be any more surprises, my body betrayed me and my cock became rock hard. I couldn’t believe that my wife was masturbating for another man and I was turned on. I was now disappointed in myself and fought hard to control myself.
“I’m so horny for you,” I heard my wife say.
“Yes, it’s hard to believe that you were being such a bitch to me all month,” he grinned
“You were rude to me. You stole my…” an intense orgasm interrupted her.
“And look where it got me! Did the sight of my big cock make you orgasm?” he quipped.
“That’s right, open that pussy so I can see the pink!” he demanded.
“Don’t let James touch you before I see you on Monday!” he further demanded.
“Don’t wear any panties on Monday. Wear your best black skirt and white blouse, and come to my office at noon,” he demanded.
I listened as Malinda suddenly protested about his demands. She told him that she had made a mistake and that this was as far as she would go. I listened as my wife told Paul that the spanking should not have happened and that he was out of line for bending her over his desk and doing so. He quickly defended himself, stating that she enjoyed him lifting her skirt and caressing her tight little round ass. Paul further stated that she practically positioned herself for the spanking. There was silence again on the line for about a minute before Paul finally spoke. I couldn’t believe what I heard next.
“Well, I’m not forcing you to do anything. You knew what you wanted when you came into my office this afternoon. I even saw the way you looked at me from day one. You dropped hints because you wanted me to take your ideas. You wanted contact with me!” he firmly stated. She was silent. I couldn’t believe it. His argument seemed convincing. Maybe Malinda did go out of her way to seek contact with this guy. I never suspected this because I trusted my wife.
“Regardless of what you think, this is far as I’m willing to go,” she finally responded.
“You can say what you want to, but I’m going to get under that skirt of yours and when I do, I’m going to push my cock so far up your slutty little pussy, you’re going to beg me not to stop,” he said and abruptly hung up.
“Hello, hello? Fuck!” she yelled out.
I ran as fast as I could and plunged back into bed. The bathroom door opened a few minutes later. Her potty-mouthed outburst was too loud for me to pretend I didn’t hear. Applying my best acting skills, I hopped out of bed and watched her walk over towards me.
“Is everything okay? I heard you scream out,” I said
“Everything is fine babe. I just accidentally knocked over the toothbrush holder and broke it,” she said.
“I’m feeling a bit sweaty. I’m going to take a shower. Go back to sleep,” she instructed.
I felt her getting into bed about a half hour later. The scent of her lavender body wash filled my nostrils. Had I helped to create a sex-monster? My wife was a different woman. I was puzzled by her actions. However, I was even more puzzled by the fact that I still had a raging erection. I was filled with a bundle of emotions.
