Marci

At this point Marci said, "What part of I am not interested, didn't you understand?" Then she hung up the phone.

I was beginning to think that John wasn't going to call Marci then I suddenly panicked. What if John had called Marci on Tuesday or maybe she called him Tuesday while I was at work. I calmed myself down. John had told Marci he would call Wednesday and he didn't tell Marci where he was staying so she couldn't have called him. So I waited.

It was just after two o'clock when I heard the fait ring of the phone. I waited till the line light came on before I picked up so that I would be sure that Marci picked up before me.

Marci said hello and John said, "Hi, it's me.

"Hi John."

"Can we talk now?"

"Yes, Ben isn't home."

"Did you think about what I said?"

"Yes, I thought about it and I still don't think it's a good idea."

Hearing Marci say that gave me a bit of a lift. Then John said, "I'm not asking if you think it's a good idea, I am asking if you want to get together."

Marci was silent for a moment then said, "Yes."

John said, "I'm at the downtown Hilton. Just call me from the lobby when you get here."

Marci said, "I would rather you come for me."

"You want me to come to your house. What about your husband?"

Marci said, "He's out of town tonight," then she gave John directions to our house.

Now that brings us back to where I started this story. That is, with me sitting in my car a half block from my house waiting for John Martin to show up. My plan was to follow them when they left the house and eventually back to John's hotel I would give them time to get up to John's room then I was going to leave a package at the desk for John Martin then I would call his room and tell John that he has a package at the front desk. The package contained a bunch of promotional materials for local businesses and restaurants with some discount coupons. It is a package we send over to hotels for visitors to our offices.

I would wait for John to come down to collect the package and then I would ride on the elevator with him back up to his floor and watch what room he goes into. Then I would wait until he and Marci had time to get started then I would knock on the door. When John came to the door I would tell him I had another package for him and I needed him to sign for it. Then when He opened the door I would burst in and catch Marci in whatever compromising situation she was in.

I was also ready for the possibility that Marci would invite John into our home. In that case I would slip into the garage and up the back stairs to the bonus room above the garage. From there I would have access to the second floor hall. In the hall there is a loft that over looks the living room where I can spy on Marci and John. If they come up stairs I will go back into the bonus room and wait until they go into the bedroom then I can sneak back down the hall. If Marci leaves the door open I can watch them from the hall if not I will listen to them so that I can burst in on them at the right moment.

It was about 8:30 PM when I saw the car pull into my driveway. The man who got out of the car I had never met but I was sure it was John Martin. I watched him ring the doorbell and when the door opened, throw his arms around my wife and give her a big kiss. Marci quickly pulled him inside the house and closed the door. I knew then that Marci was going to betray me in my own home. I knew this because Marci was not dressed to go out. She was wearing the long nightgown that I had bought her for Christmas the previous year.

I got out of my car and quietly ran down the street to my house. As I walked up the driveway I looked inside the car John had driven. On the front seat was a brief case. As quietly as I could I opened the car door and looked inside the brief case. Inside I found his address book. Inside the address book were several of John' business cards with what appeared to be his home address on them. Then I found several business cards with the name Janice Martin on them and the same address. His wife? I took one her cards and closed the brief case and the car door.

Next I went around to the back of the house and crept into the garage and up the stairs to the bonus room. I listened carefully at the hall door before I opened it. Hearing no sounds in the hall I opened the door. The hall lights were off but there was plenty of light coming into the loft area from the living room down stairs. I got on my hands and knees and crept to the railing at the edge of the loft and looked down. John was sitting on the sofa and Marci was just setting a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. She poured the wine then went around and sat on the sofa and curled her legs underneath herself and faced John. John handed her a glass of the wine and took one for himself and said, "Here's to us and to tonight."

Marci smiled at him and took a sip of her wine.

For the next forty-five minutes they sat and talked, drank the wine and listened to the music that Marci had put on the CD player. Then John stood up and walked around the coffee table to where Marci was sitting at the other end of the sofa and asked her to dance. He held out his hand to her and she took it. She slipped her feet out from under her bottom and put then on the floor and stood up. John led her to the middle of the room and put his arms around her and began to sway to the music. Then John tipped his head down and kissed Marci. She didn't resist at all. As they continued kissing John slipped the straps of Marci's nightgown off her shoulders and as he stepped back from her, Marci let the gown fall all the way to the floor. Marci was wearing a white lace bra and panty set and had obviously dressed knowing that John was going to see her in her underwear. John pulled Marci to him and kissed her then I heard him say, "Why don't we go find a bed."

Marci took John's hand and started leading him toward the stairs as I retreated down the hallway and into the bonus room.

I waited until I was sure that they were in the bedroom before I came back into the hallway. As I tip toed down the hall I could see that the bedroom door wasn't completely closed. When I looked in through the crack in the door I could see Marci helping John take his shirt off. As she pushed off his shoulders she kissed him on the nipples. John dropped the shirt on the floor and Marci began to open his pants. When his pants were open Marci pushed both his pants and his under shorts down together leaving John nude in front of my wife. Marci looked up into John's face as she took his cock gently into her hand and began to stroke it. Then I heard John say, "Put it in your mouth." Marci slid down John's body and took his cock into her mouth. Then John said, "I keep remembering that night in my car I have been thinking about how great that sweat mouth of yours felt on my cock and I have been dreaming about having you suck my cock again ever since. But this time I am not going to cum in your mouth I am going to cum in that juicy cunt of yours. I'll bet you'd like me to suck on that cunt of yours wouldn't you?"

Marci mumbled something I couldn't understand and John said, "I want to hear you say it."

Marci let John's cock slip from her mouth and said, "Yes, I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to make me cum." Then she went back to sucking on John's cock again.

From a voyeuristic stand point this was some pretty hot stuff I was watching and I have to admit I had and erection. But the fact that this was my wife, my love, my Marci that was sucking on another man's cock was making me physically sick. I didn't know how long I could keep myself under control. I knew that I could burst into the room anytime now and have all the evidence I needed. There could be no denying anything now. But I wanted maximum effect so I waited.

John had helped Marci back to her feet and was asking her to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he got on his knees by the bed and slowly removed Marci's panties. When the panties were off John looked up at Marci and asked. "Now what was it you wanted me to do to you down here?"

Marci said, "I want you to press your mouth against my pussy and shove your tongue inside my cunt and suck the juice from my honey pot"

I had never heard Marci talk this way before. We talked dirty when we made love but Marci never got that dirty. But I guess it had the effect she wanted because John was now eating her pussy with wild abandon. Marci soon had an orgasm and right afterward John got on the bed with Marci and pushed his cock inside her pussy. As John was pumping my wife's pussy with his cock I pulled out the business card I had in my pocket and punched the telephone number into my cell phone but didn't hit send. Then I waited. It was five more minutes before the right moment came.

John was beginning to pump harder and faster and then shouted, "I coming."

At that moment I burst into the bedroom and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Get your cock out of my wife you piece of shit."

The effect was perfect. They both screamed and John jumped back and his cock came out of Marci's pussy just as it started to ejaculate causing him to spray his seed all over Marci, including two spurts that hit Marci in the face, while they both looked at me in horror. As they watched me to see what I would do I pressed the send button on my phone. When I heard the woman's voice on the other end, I said, "Is this Janice Martin and are you the wife of John Martin?" The look on John's face was priceless.

"Yes." Who's this?"

I said, "My name is Ben Rogers and I have the unfortunate duty to tell you I just caught your husband fucking my wife in my own home."

"Is this some kind of joke? This is not funny."

I said, "I wish this was just a joke. Would you like to speak to you husband? He's right her on the bed with my wife spurting semen all over the bed spread." Mrs. Martin said no and hung up but I tossed the phone to John anyway.

John grabbed the phone and said, "Janice!... Janice!" Then he realized that she had already hung up. Then he looked at me and said, "You bastard."

"You're calling me a bastard? Did you really think that you could just waltz into my house, fuck my wife, ruin my marriage, and then go home to your own happy marriage. I just hope your wife cleans you out in the divorce settlement. Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house."

As John struggled to get his clothes on while trying to maintain his dignity and stay out of my reach, Marci sat on the bed with the sheet pulled up to cover herself. I almost had to laugh at the two streaks of semen running down her face. She appeared to be in shock. Other than her initial scream when she first saw me in the bedroom she hadn't made a sound.

When John had his clothes on I followed him down the stairs. I blocked him from the front door and said, "Well, Marci is yours now, what are you going to do with her?"

John didn't look at me and he didn't answer me. He just stood there until I open the door and let him leave. I watched till John pulled his car out of the driveway and sped around the corner, and then I headed back upstairs to confront Marci.

She was still sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled up around her neck when I entered the room.

I gave her a disgusted look and said, "You managed to ruin two marriages tonight, how does that make you feel?"

Marci dropped her chin down against her chest and as she started to cry she said, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen"

"Wasn't supposed to happen? What does that mean? You met him at the front door wearing a nightgown for Christ's sake. You knew you were going to fuck him before he got to the house."

"But you don't understand."

"What the hell is there to understand? Is there something you can tell me that would make sense of all this? Do you have an explanation that will make me not care that you just fucked that asshole in my bed?"

Marci made no attempt to answer me, so I continued. "I want you to be honest with me one time. Four and a half years ago you snuck out with that asshole after I brought you home from a party. You swore to me that you didn't do anything with him. Now tell me the truth. What did happen that night?"

Marci's mouth started moving but no words were coming out. She finally managed to stutter, "I told you nothing happened that night."

"And we both know that was a lie. Now tell me what happened in dickhead's car that night."

"Just some kissing and fondling. Nothing more."

"Then what did John mean when he said 'I keep remembering that night in my car I have been thinking about how great that sweat mouth of yours felt on my cock and I have been dreaming about having you suck my cock again ever since?'"

"Oh God, you heard that? Then you already know what happened."

"Do you love him?"

"No. I love you."

"That's a little harder to swallow than that load of cum he shot in your mouth, don't you think? You told me the same thing four and a half years ago and I made the mistake of believing you that time. Even though I would have a hard time believing anything you might say right now I would be interested to hear you explain why, if you love me and you don't love him how it happens that you snuck out with him and sucked his cock four and a half years ago and now you brought him into our house, into our bed and fucked him."

Marci looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said, "I can't explain it. I don't know why I did it."

"And the way you were talking to him. Telling him you wanted him to suck your cunt. I've never heard you talk that way before."

Marci put her hands over her face and cried.

"Then I guess there is nothing more to talk about. The night is still young, so why don't you pack a bag and go join dip shit at his hotel room."

"You want me to go stay with John?"

I answered, "Frankly I don't care where you stay tonight, I just want you out of my sight. You make me sick."

Marci said, "I don't want to be with him. I don't want to leave."

I said, "You may as well stay in here. I won't be able to sleep in this room again until it has been cleaned and you and this cum stained bedding are gone." Then I left the room and closed the doors behind me and went to spend the night in the guest room.

The next morning I was dressed and on my way to work before Marci came out of the bedroom. I was confused all day. I didn't know if I wanted to try and save my marriage or not. It's hard to go from loving someone to wanting them out of your life in such a short period of time. If I had known that Marci sucked John Martin's cock that night in his car I might never have married her, but I believed her and loved her, and now I have to decided what to do.

When I got home from work Marci was sitting in the living room with three suitcases. I wanted to ask her where she was going but I didn't. Marci was the first to speak and all she said was, "Will you help me put these bags in my car?"

I didn't say a word, I just picked up two of the suitcases and carried them out to the garage and put them in Marci's car. She loaded the third bag in herself. I opened the garage door for her but before she got into the car she came over to me. Standing in front of me she opened her purse and took out an envelope and handed it to me. Then she kissed me on the cheek and got into her car and drove away.

I went back into the house and got a beer and sat in the living room. After finishing my third beer I opened the envelope that Marci gave me. Inside was a hand written note addressed to me.

The note said:

"My Dearest Ben,

I don't know how to even begin to tell you how sorry I am for what I have done to you. I know you'll have a hard time believing this but I love you. I hope you will believe that I am telling you the truth here because I have nothing to gain by telling any more lies. You are the only man I have ever truly loved which makes it even harder to explain why those things happened with John.

Other than you John is the only man I have ever had sex with and it was only the two times you already know about.

That first time happened because I was scared. I loved you but I was afraid that things were moving too fast. My friends told me that they thought you were getting ready to ask me to marry you and I got spooked. I wasn't getting any

time to think. You were always with me. That night I was mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong it was just that I didn't want to go out with you that night but I knew that if I told you I didn't want to go out that you would want to know why and I couldn't explain it. That upset me more. All that night I just didn't want to be

with you. That's why I wanted to go to that party. So I could be with other people. Then I ran into John at the party. I hadn't seen him in a few years. I don't know what it was but somehow he made me feel wicked. So when he asked me to go

for a ride I told him to pick me up after you dropped me off at my apartment.

When John parked the car and started kissing me I wanted him to stop because I felt guilty about what I was doing. I got mad at you because it was you that made me feel guilty so I decided to punish you by not stopping John. In the end

I wouldn't let him have intercourse with me, so I brought him off in my mouth so that he would take me home. Afterward I never wanted to see him again.

I didn't know how I felt about what had happened until you didn't call me for three days. Then I was afraid that I had lost you. When you finally called I thought everything was going to be all right. But then you said that you saw me

leave my apartment with John so I had to lie to you about what happened to try to save our relationship.

Then a few days ago John called me out of the blue. I had never expected to hear from him again. I knew that I shouldn't see him and I tried to tell him no, but knowing why he wanted to see me somehow excited me. I had decided that no matter what he said I would not see him but then you told me you were going out of town on business and suddenly I had to see him. I thought that somehow it would be all right for me to have a fling with him and that you would never know about it. I should have known better. The rest you know. I don't know if this helps but I wanted you to know the truth.

I can't explain the language you heard me using. I guess I just felt dirty cheating on you so I talked like a slut because I felt like one.

I am going to stay with my sister for a while until I can find a place of my own. When I do I will let you know where I am. I hope that someday you will find t in your heart to forgive me, but I'll understand if you don't.

I will love you always,

Marci"

P.S. Someday I hope you will tell me how you happened to be home last night.

I read the note two more times then I threw it away. Later that night as I got ready to go to bed I fished the letter out of the trash and put it in my desk drawer.

Is it over? I don't know.