We love each other and our friends, being unofficial aunts and uncles to several of their children.
We live in a large home, much too big for the two of us. So, we host a college student from Costa Rica in our guest house. Gabriela came to us through an international college assistance program. She has lived with us and received support for two years. She cooks, cleans, and does other domestic work in return for our assistance. Gabriela is a beautiful young lady, twenty years old, with an incredible smile, olive skin, and a great body. We love having her in our home. She is a breath of fresh air in our busy lives.
We have a wonderful life and have learned to live with our situation and thrive.
As I woke up, I noticed a light in the kitchen that I had not turned on. Gabriela had been away for a few days, so Margie must have turned it on. I got up and walked into the kitchen, putting my drink glass in the sink. I saw Margie's purse and computer bag on the counter, along with a note.
"Hi babe, I tried to wake you, but you were out. Come to bed and wake me, please. Love you, M."
I walked up the stairs and down the hall, seeing a light glowing. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw Margie in bed. She was naked, with the sheet partially covering her lower body. Her beautiful breasts were displayed, and my body reacted with a stirring between my legs.
I walked into the bathroom, and Margie's clothes were scattered. I gathered them up and put them in the hamper. I turned and looked into the shower. The black thong she had worn today was lying on the floor. I thought that was odd. I reached in to pick them up and noticed a douche bottle in the corner. That shocked me. Why would she wear her thong into the shower and need to douche in the middle of the night?
Then, a light went on in my sleepy, fogged mind. Jesus, the only reason would be to clean another man's cum out of her pussy. That thought woke me up completely. I took off my clothes and got on my knees in the shower. I looked all over the floor until I found what I had hoped not to see. Sadness and anger gripped me as I took the wet thong in my hand, squeezed out any remaining water, opened the pussy pouch, and rubbed it over the giant glob of cum I found on the tile floor.
I picked up the douche bottle, and there was more cum on the side where it had run out of Margie's pussy as she was douching. I stood and walked naked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen to get a plastic bag. I placed the evidence in the bag and sealed it. I took it into my office and locked it in my desk drawer.
I walked back into the kitchen. I opened the freezer, took out the Grey Goose vodka bottle, poured half a tumbler full, and drank it. As I poured the second glass, I heard movement behind me. I didn't turn. I drank the second glass as Margie's bear arms wrapped around me and her hot body pressed against my back.
Margie kissed my back, whispering, "Chan, why are you drinking vodka at 5:00 a.m.?"
I poured a third glass and drank it down. I stood still and said nothing.
Margie asked, "Chan, what is going on?"
I slowly moved her arms away, turned, and looked down at her. I am six feet two inches, and Margie is a foot shorter, so I tower over her when we are barefooted.
"I think I am the one that should be asking that question!" My voice was stern and direct.
The look in her eyes was that of confusion. "What do you mean?"
I moved away from her and walked to my office. I heard her padding along behind me. I opened the drawer and took out the plastic bag. I turned, seeing her standing just inside the door. I threw the bag at her. Margie was surprised, but she caught it. She looked at me, then the bag and its contents. A look of shock appeared before she turned and ran from the room, gasping, "Oh God!"
I sat in my chair, thinking about what had happened in the past several hours. I had come home, and Gabriela had made a wonderful Cobb salad before she left for a few days. I had a nice bottle of wine with it. Then, I worked a little, creating after-hours trades and making money. Then I sat down to watch some mindless TV while I waited for Margie to get home so we could celebrate her success.
At this point, I realized that I had not received a call from Margie as she had promised in her earlier text. That was rare. We always over-communicated, so Margie's not calling me was significant.
I had expected Margie to be home by 10:00 pm, but she was late. At some point, bored by the TV, I fell asleep. I never heard her come home, and she did not wake me, which was also odd. Why would she leave me sleeping in the chair? She had never done that before.
Then I wake up and wonder where Margie is. I go to find her, and she is naked in bed, looking very sexy, half-covered. I go to the bathroom to pee. You know the rest, so far.
As I sat thinking, I could make no sense of what Margie had done, fucked some man and cheated on me!
Margie had to explain this before I let my brain create unsavory images I could not erase. I already had evidence, cum in her thong and the douche bottle, neither of which could ever be unseen. I didn't need imaginary shit mixing up in my head.
I stood and walked up the stairs. I looked in our bedroom, but no Margie, she was not in the bathroom either. I walked down the long hall to the second main suite and tried the door, and it was locked.
"Margie, open the door!" I said firmly and waited.
"Margie, open the Goddamn door!" I never swore at her, so she knew I was serious.
I pounded on the door as my fury rose. "Margie, open the fucking door… NOW!"
Finally, I heard the lock turn, but Margie did not open the door.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Margie was lying on the bed, balled up with the duvet pulled over her. She was not looking at me, and her little body was visibly trembling, like freezing. Yes, the air was cold, but not from the weather, but rather from treachery and betrayal.
I walked into the room, standing at the foot of the bed. I looked at Margie hiding under the covers. At that moment, I wanted to grab her and strangle her. How could she cheat on me and fuck up our perfect fucking life?
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I came home extremely late. I had been an evil woman tonight. Before tonight, I had never done anything like what I did tonight. I lost all control over myself and allowed my new client to take advantage of me. As we celebrated, we had dinner and drank a lot of wine on top of the three vodka martinis I had in the bar earlier.
To be clear, I cheated once a couple of years ago. I was swept off my feet by my fitness trainer. We were on and off for two months, then he was hurt in a fight and left town, thank God. Chan never found out about Josh, and I swore then that would never happen again.
But then tonight it happened. It had all started innocently. We met in the bar for drinks, then went to Ruth Chris for a spectacular dinner. We had several bottles of wine and were having a fun time. After dinner, I suggested we go down the street a block to a new dance club and continue our party. I looked at my watch. It was a little before 10:00 p.m., so I could stay an hour or so. I thought about texting Chan but decided against it.
We danced and drank. After a few more drinks, I was very horny, and Mason Childs, my new client, was dancing with me, holding me against his body. I was pretty drunk, so I laid my head on his chest, and he slipped his hands down, gripping my ass cheeks. He pulled me tight against him. I felt him grow hard, and his cock pressed against my belly.
As that song ended and I moved back, Mason kissed me. Then Riley James, my boss, came over and kissed me. We went back to the table and finished our drinks. I told them I had a wonderful time, but I had a husband waiting for me at home to celebrate, too, so I had to go home.
We walked back to the hotel, and the fresh air felt good. As we walked, Mason held me tight at my waist, pulling me against him.
When we reached the front door, Riley ordered his car, "I need to get home so that I bid you good night." His car came, and he left.
I was about to hand my claim checked to the valet when Mason said, "Margie, you can't drive home in your condition. Let's go inside and get some coffee."
I agreed, and we went in, but the bar was closing. Mason said, "I have coffee in my room, so we can have a cup there."
I was uncomfortable, but I needed coffee, so I agreed. In the elevator, Mason kissed me with the tongue this time. I tried to resist him, but his hard cock felt so good pressing against me; it made me extremely horny. When the door opened, we held hands and ran down the hall to Mason's room.
Once inside, there was no drinking coffee. Our clothes came off, and I was on my knees, sucking Mason's cock. I didn't let him cum. I was really horny, and I wanted him to cum inside me. I was safe and loved being filled with cum. Only one man other than Chan had been inside me since we were married, so this was exciting. Tonight, I was going to fuck Mason rewarding him for giving me this big deal.
I crawled on the bed, staying on my hands and knees. I wiggled my ass, and Mason got the message. He slipped up behind me and pushed his six-inch cock into me. He wasn't big or fat, but he was a new cock. I came almost immediately because I knew I was being so bad. He fucked me as well as he could, and I came two times. Then I saw the clock. It was after 11:30 pm, and I had to go.
"Fuck me, Mason, give me your cum. I reached under us and squeezed his balls, and Mason popped off right then. I felt several shots of cum splash inside me. Then he was done. He was a pretty lousy fuck, and as soon as it was over, I was suddenly overcome with guilt. I moved quickly to put on my thong and my clothes. I moved to the door and thanked Mason for the business, but he was already asleep as I looked back at him.
I ordered an Uber. I will get my car tomorrow. I made my way home. I felt terrible. I had just cheated on my wonderful, loving husband, and for what, a lousy business deal. I began to sob and only stopped when I was standing at my front door.
I was despondent. How was I ever going to tell Chan what I had done? He will hate me and divorce me; God, what a slut I was. How could I have done that?
I opened the door walking in after I took off my shoes. I quietly walked through the house, hearing the sound of the TV playing in the family room. Walking to the door, I saw Chan asleep in his recliner. I decided to shower and douche before seeing him, so I put my bags in the kitchen and scribbled a note.
Then I went to our bathroom. I stripped and showered. My thong was full of cum, so I washed it out. Then I touched my pussy and washed all of Mason's cum out of me. I finished my shower and felt sober, but my guilt was growing. I crawled into bed, laying there agonizing over what I had done. How did I let this happen? I started to cry softly.
There was no sleep as I lay there waiting for my husband to wake up and come to bed. I had no idea how I could confess to what I had done. I was lost. My life was over! God, I have destroyed my husband and me!
I must have dosed off from fatigue but was not sleeping deeply. I heard Chan come into the room. He stopped and looked at me; my head was turned away. Chan went into the bathroom. I heard him mumble to himself when he found my clothes.
I thought, oh no, my thong was still on the shower floor, and I had not thrown the douche bottle away. If Chan finds them, he will know something has happened, and he will realize I fucked another man. It will be apparent to him.
Chan closed the door and was in the bathroom for a long time. Then he came out. I had turned over and looked at him through slits in my eyes. Chan was naked and carrying something. I knew what it was. Oh God, he had my thong and the douche bottle. I am so screwed.
As soon as Chan had gone downstairs, I quietly got up and entered the bathroom. My clothes had all been put in the hamper, and my nasty thong and the douche bottle were gone, confirming that Chan had found them. My heart started to pound.
FUUUCK, I screamed in my head; I am caught!
I went to the steps and heard Chan moving around. I waited until he was still, and I went down the stairs. I found Chan in the kitchen. He had a bottle of cold vodka he kept in the freezer. I silently watched him drink one glass, then he poured a second, downing it, and poured a third.
God, Chan was getting drunk because of me. I was having a hard time breathing, and my heart was pounding.
I asked him, "Chan, why are you drinking vodka at 5:00 am?"
He stood still and didn't answer.
Then I asked him. "Chan, what is going on?" Already knowing the answer.
I silently moved to Chan and wrapped my arms around him. I pressed my naked body against his back. He felt hot but clammy. I kissed his back and held him tight. I love him so much that I was worried about what would happen. Then I felt Chan moving. He put the glass down on the counter.
Suddenly, fear overtook me. Chan pushed my arms away as he turned around, looking down at me. I looked up at my towering husband, my life's love, as tears began rolling down my face.
He looked down at me and said sternly and directly, "I think I am the one who should be asking that question!"
I looked up, wanting to tell him, but fear and confusion tied me in knots. I asked, "What do you mean?"
Chan was angry and roughly pushed me away, leaving the kitchen. I followed him. He walked to his office, and I stayed by the door. I was starting to hyperventilate, knowing he had my cum filled thong and the douche bottle. Things were coming to a head right now, and I was beginning to panic, having a tough time thinking or breathing. My whole body began to shake, and I was about to crumble to the floor.
Chan turned and threw something at me hard. With a quick reaction, I managed to catch it. Oh God, it was a baggy containing my thong and the douche bottle. I was not shocked; I knew he had them, but I was appalled at how he had thrown the bag at me. I looked at Chan; his face was full of anger and disbelief. I could not stay there. How could I escape this mess I had created? I had to go. I ran from the room, gasping, "Oh God!"
I ran up the stairs; I needed clothes, but I needed to hide. Oh no, I didn't know what to do. Panic was setting in, so I ran down the hall to the guest suite, dropping the baggy in the hallway before I entered and locked the door. I crawled onto the bed and covered up under the duvet, hiding.
I was shaking with fear. My breathing was shallow, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I would have a heart attack. I deserved to die for what I did, and it would be the easy way out. I knew what lay ahead would be much worse.
Then Chan was at the door, and I heard the knob turn, but the door was locked.
"Margie, open the door!" Chan yelled through the door.
I was petrified. I couldn't move. I was shaking like a leaf. Chan was going to kill me. I sobbed uncontrollably.
Then he yelled louder, "Margie, open the Goddamn door!" He never swore! This was unbelievably bad.
I cowered under the duvet, covering my head, praying he didn't break down the door.
Then came pounding on the door, and Chan screamed through the door. "Margie, open the fucking door… NOW!"
As afraid as I was, I had to open the door and take whatever happened. I slipped out of bed, ran to the door, unlocked it, and returned to my hiding place.
I was completely covered when I heard the door open. My sobbing became louder, and my body shook completely out of control. I prayed, ‘Dear God, please let Chan kill me and put me out of my misery. I deserve to die, so do it, please!’
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I walked into the guest suite to the end of the bed, looking at a covered ball of quivering flesh, my wife. I won't even call her name. She was covered by the duvet, sobbing loudly, almost out of control. Her breathing was rough, and the quivering had turned to uncontrollable shaking. She was in severe distress, as she should be.
I am sure I know exactly what happened. I do know that Margie had fucked another man tonight, and I am sure she had broken our marriage vows again. Why, I cannot tell you, but it does not make a bit of sense to me.
I mean, we have everything together. We love each other. We lust for each other. We have money, success, great friends and family, and an excellent plan for our future, so what could have happened tonight to make her cheat on our marriage?
It was time for Margie to tell me what she had done and why.
I reached over and pulled the duvet off of her shaking body, dragging it to the floor.
"Oh God," she screamed, balling up tighter, shocked as she lay there naked, shaking violently now.
"Woman, sit up and stop sobbing. We need to talk NOW! You have some serious explaining to do!" I braked.
She looked at me. I had never sounded so fierce to her, but it was appropriate now. I wanted her to feel fear and uncertainty like she was, maybe even worse.
The look on her face was a mix of emotions: fear, sadness, shame, and others. She was a mess, and a river of tears stained her face. She knew she had created a terrible mess and had no idea what to do.
"Okay, woman, do you know how badly you have fucked up?" She looked at me, dropping her head, nodding 'yes.'
"So, what do you have to say for yourself? Before you speak, I have one and only one warning. The truth is all that had better pass your lips. Any lie, and I will leave you. Do you understand?
Her eyes filled with fear as she nodded her head.
"NO!" I roared, shocking her. "You look into my eyes when you speak, and no nod, only words!
"So again, I ask, do you understand?"
She looked at me, "Yes, Chan, I understand."
I stood there waiting for her to start. She swallowed hard, looked into my eyes, and said, "I don't know how to start. I need to tell you one thing that you already know. I love you more than my own life. What has happened has not been about that or you in any way. You are the best husband I could have ever asked for, and until tonight, we had the most perfect marriage ever."
She stopped, and I could see the guilt and shame overtaking her. She knew what she had allowed to happen, risked destroying her life and our life together. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was very shaky. I saw her tremble again, pulling the sheet up to cover her.
I reached out and pulled the sheet off. I wanted Margie naked and exposed as she suffered through her story. There was no mercy from me yet.
I waited.
She shook her head and swallowed hard. I was sure her mouth was dry and her whole body was failing.
"So?"
"We went to dinner, Riley, Mason Childs, and me. Laura, Riley's wife, was supposed to come, but she had to stay home with one of their sick kids. We went for drinks at Mason's hotel since Ruth Chris's restaurant was also there. We had drinks. Somehow, I had three martinis before dinner and was feeling good. The day had gone so well. We signed a deal worth almost $10,000,000 over the next three years with the potential for more.”
Everyone congratulated me. Then Riley 'called me into his office at the end of the day, handing me an envelope. He told me, 'Don't look inside until you are with Chan. You both need to enjoy it together.'
It was a thick envelope. It is in my bag downstairs.
After that, I finished a few things and met the other two for dinner.
At the bar, we had an enjoyable time talking and drinking. As I said, I had three drinks before dinner and felt no pain. We moved to the restaurant, and Riley ordered wine. During dinner, we finished off three bottles of red wine. I had my fair share, but they drank most of it. It was all an enjoyable conversation, firming up our business relationship.
Dinner was over just before 10:00 p.m., and we were having such a fun time I suggested we go to the new dance club a block down the street. I could stay for an hour and then come home. I was going to text you, but I didn't.”
I wanted to say things, but she was open, so I let her continue.
"So, we went down the street. I backed off drinking but did have a couple of Gin & Tonics.
We danced. I was their only partner, so I danced a lot. Riley and I seemed to dance the fast dances, and Mason and I danced the slow ones. Now, I wonder if they arranged that between them.
Chan, I was having so much fun. It was all so innocent to me, but between the drinking, dancing, and the general excitement of the day, I was tired and reasonably drunk. I told them I had to leave to come home to you so we could celebrate. Riley paid the bill, and we returned to the hotel for our cars.
As we walked, Mason had his hand on my ass, holding me against his hip, and I didn't really pay attention to it. When we arrived, Riley ordered his car, and I pulled out my claim check. But before I could give it to the valet, Mason said, ‘Margie, you can't drive home in this condition; you need coffee first.’
Wait, I just remembered something I left out. It was the last slow song in the club, and both guys were dancing with me. I was tired, so I leaned against Mason, and Riley pressed against me, sandwiching me from behind. The song ended, and I was feeling a little horny then. As I stepped back, Mason tilted my face and kissed me, not a big kiss, just a kiss with no words. Then Riley spun me around, and he kissed me, too. It was just a little peck on the lips. It felt weird, but no one said anything, and we left."
"Stop, stop.” I stopped her there. “You need some water, and I need a glass of vodka." I left her and went to the kitchen for iced water and vodka. When I came back, she had put on a robe. I should have made her take it off and make a naked confession. Yes!
"Woman, did I tell you that you could put on clothes? No, I didn't. Take everything off and toss it over here!" I was stern.
Margie looked at me. Tears rolled down her cheek as she took off the robe and tossed it at my feet. If I was going to be naked, so was she. Her eyes were full of fear again. I was not letting up the pressure.
"Okay, continue," I said.
Margie gulped down her water and took a deep breath. She put the water on the bedside table and sat back cross-legged Indian style, showing me her body for the first time. God, her body was beautiful as always, but it did not affect me. She had cheated on me and was no longer my lovely wife at the time.
Margie had a tough time getting started again. I knew the hard part of her night was coming now.
"As I said, Riley left, and Mason and I walked inside to go to the bar for coffee, but the bar was closed. Mason looked at me and said, 'I have coffee in my room. Come with me, and I will make you a cup.'
Chan, I cannot explain what came over me. I was suddenly insanely horny. It was like I needed sex right then, at that minute. I have never felt anything like that before. I am sure Mason saw it in my eyes.
I have no idea what came over me. It must have been the excitement and alcohol, but Mason was like the Pied Piper. I would have followed him anywhere. So, Mason led me by hand to the elevator. Once inside, the door closed, and he kissed me again, pulling me tight against him. I felt his cock pressing into my belly. I had a heat rush, flushing my whole body. God, I have never felt so horny. I wanted to fuck him right there in the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, we practically ran to Mason's room.
His door opened, and he pulled me inside. As the door closed, all thoughts of coffee were gone, replaced by the stripping off of clothes and….!”