I stayed at the hotel for a second night. I called Amy and asked her how she was doing. She said that she was a bit tired, but everything was fine.

After dinner, and like before, I walked back to my house. Amy was laying in our bed, watching television and chatting on her cell. I heard her say bye, then she laid back.

I walked back to the hotel and looked at the pictures I took from the night before. I was stunned, yet aroused, so I relieved myself and went to sleep.

At work, the next day, I called Amy to tell her I would be home. She said fine and perhaps we could go get some takeout food.

At my desk, I began to wonder if Amy's sexual life was beginning to get out of hand. I didn't mind the shows while we were on vacation but being cuckolded at my house was a different story. Especially with it happening, supposedly, behind my back. I had plenty to ponder.

That evening, Amy didn't bite when I teased her about having company over. Usually, she'd laugh it off or ask how my nights went with someone else. She seemed somber, so I asked her if she were feeling well. She smiled and said that she didn't sleep well the past few nights, while I was away.

"I suppose I'm not used to sleeping alone," Amy said as she finished her dinner.

Friday, Amy and I went out on our usual Friday date night to eat. She wore casual jeans and a black blouse. I admit, she looked good.

Her sexual nights while I was away, remained heavy in my thoughts. So, as we were eating, I told her a story I made up, about one of my former co-workers who had a neighbor with security cameras on his house. One day, the neighbor told him that a strange car would drop by some nights while he was away from home and some guy would enter their house for some time.

Amy asked if the neighbor showed my coworker the videos.

"Yes, he did," I answered. Then I told Amy the guy filed for divorce, and the last time I heard about that, they were waiting for it to go final.

"That seems about right," Amy replied.

I made my point, or so I thought.

We continued to chat about some things related to our jobs and some other things over the remainder of our dinner.

After Amy and I finished eating, we were leaving the restaurant. She turned to me and put her hand on my arm, “The night is early. Would you like to go see a movie?”

I replied, “What’s playing?”

“There’s a movie I heard about; I’d like to see it. Do you mind if I drive?”Amy asked.

I handed her the keys, although we were in her car.

She smiled when I asked her what the movie's title was, but she didn’t answer. So, I asked who was in it. No answer. Amy drove in the direction of a couple of casinos with hotels. I thought we were going to one of those. But I didn’t recall any theaters in them, only concerts.

About two blocks down from one of the casinos is an adult video store. I had been in it before, but it had been about ten years before and Amy was with me. Amy drove into it's parking lot and parked. A few cars were parked there, too.

I was in for more than a surprise.

“Is this where the movie is?” I asked.

Amy sensing the surprise in my voice, laughed.

“Yes, but there's more than that.”

She shut off the car, looked at me and told me to come on, as she opened the car door. I followed her to the entrance, where she stopped and held the door open for me to enter first.

The clerk at the counter smiled as we entered. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. The walls and shelves were stocked with novelties, sexual aids, books, and videos. As I started to continue inside, I heard Amy ask for some movie tokens. I turned around as the clerk asked how much she wanted to buy.

After Amy received the tokens, she nodded at me to follow her. We stepped behind a black-painted door and into a narrow and dimly lit hallway. On either side were small curtains, providing a bit of privacy for each booth. Amy peeped in one, but it was occupied. She picked another one and it was empty. We both stepped in, and I sat on a small metal seat. Amy sat on my lap as she looked for a slot to insert a token. She used a few colorful words to describe the slot location.

She put in a token and a small screen lit up. The show had a dark-haired woman dancing in a red negligee. It looked like a video from the early sixties. The woman was attractive, so we watched her as she performed her striptease.

After the video ended, Amy suggested we move to another booth. She picked an empty one at the end of the hall. We sat on the seat, like before and Amy started the video. This video had a woman laying naked across some guy’s lap while he was spanking her. He was spanking her hard, too. I asked Amy if she needed a spanking.

She stood and turned to me, then said in a low tone, “After I tell you what I know, you may get the spanking!”

This caught me off-guard. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Amy stood, looked out from our booth, then sat back on my lap. Straddling me face to face, she looked me straight in the eyes, then said, “I know you didn’t go out of town two weeks ago.”

I was stunned. “How do you know that?” I asked quietly. I didn't need the other customers to hear us.

Amy put her arms on my shoulders, “After you told me you had to go on your trip, I ran into one of your coworkers and his wife at the store. During our chat, I mentioned your having to go off.”

I didn’t have anything to say as I sat there. Amy continued, “He said that he didn’t know of any plans regarding your travels.” The look in her eyes told me not to lie.

“OK, I’m guilty. Now what?” I asked.

Amy leaned her face by my ear and whispered, “I know you were outside our bedroom window.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

Amy leaned back, then said, “A few things tipped you off. First, I noticed the curtains had been moved. Second, the windows were unlatched. Third, when my friend came by, I saw you drive by.”

“OK, guilty,” I replied.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, maintaining our low vocal volume. “What about your friend? How did you know him?”

Amy smiled, and replied, “A few months before we went to the Keys, you left your laptop on. I tracked your web searches while you were out. I saw that you went to an online adult dating service. So, I picked up my laptop and signed up. I was trying to find out if you were on it. I couldn’t find a profile that may have been yours.”

I laughed and told Amy that I had forgotten about that website and didn’t join it. I lied.

Amy told me about her online chats, how things seemed to fall into place. Then she told me about the guy, and that evening. She suspected that I would be watching. She admitted that the second guy was a total surprise and felt dirty afterward. She said the black guy was hung... I guess you readers can figure out what she said he was hung like. Those were Amy's words, not mine. I asked if she enjoyed it, and she said that it was interesting.

Amy wanted to know why I stayed away a second night. I told her that I had to step away and think. I mentioned to her that I didn't want to be left out and become a total cuckold or let things go too far. I asked her if she wanted to continue bringing others for sex and if I would be excluded. She said no, then promised she would let me onto anything she might have in mind. And she wanted me included with a couple of fantasies she had.

A couple? Interesting.

I don’t know how many people heard our conversation, but I know someone watched Amy give me a blow job in that booth. Amy sensed someone was watching, also. She took her time and made sure whoever was watching got their money's worth.

She began by slowly sucking my head, and saying how she liked my cock. Then, she took me deep a few times in her throat, then back to sucking the head. Once, she looked toward the curtains, then up at me, and asked, "Do you like this?" Before I could answer, Amy was back to slowly sucking, making sure someone or the others got to see her.

When I couldn't hold back any longer, Amy took my cock just past her lips and I shot my load in her open mouth. Then she made me moan loud when she sucked the rest out. Satisfied, Amy stood, adjusted her blouse and helped me stand to fix my pants.