Chapter 1 - Discovery

Fate plays some funny tricks on us sometimes. Things happen sometimes that turn our whole world upside down, sometimes for the good, sometimes not. I'm John Trainer. I am pretty much an easygoing guy, not much really bothers me. I can be counted on to stick pretty close to my laid back ways, day in. Things always seemed to work for me and I know I am a damned lucky guy at 42, with a great job, beautiful home, two great kids, and the center of my life, my beautiful wife Peg. We are a pretty typical family, work, play, church Sunday morning, pretty normal, deeply in love with each other and we adore our kids, like I said, pretty normal, at least that is what I thought until recently.

There had been a bad storm on the other side of our town the night before, fortunately far from our home but unfortunately right at my office. There had been considerable damage and after taking care of what we could we were swamped making a ton of phone calls to let our customers know there would be a short delay in some of the orders. I was pleased that no one really got upset, just wished us well in our recovery. By three that afternoon I had done all I could and I walked into my boss' office, he runs the place; I am second in that chain. He congratulated me on a hell of a days work and said there would be a bonus in it for me. Then he said, "Go home and play with that gorgeous wife of yours. See you tomorrow."

Who was I to argue? As I drove into our drive it was 20 minutes later. Peggy's car was gone and I was disappointed. I had visions of an afternoon delight. Our kids were out of the house, Doug is 22, out of college and married to his cheerleader high school sweetheart, Dawn, and they live about ten minutes from us. So he is out of the house. Carol our beautiful 19 year old daughter (so like her mom) is away at college, a junior. Don't get me wrong we love and admire our kids, but having the house to ourselves regularly led to unbridled sex play anytime we felt like it, which was surprisingly often. The kids being gone was a real shot in the arm for our sex life. My wife does love sex, not that I don't, but she seems to be always ready. Maybe I should say eager. God I do love that woman. And she is so damn good in bed...

When I walked in the front door I immediately saw a note from her.

My darling John,

Have run over to help Dad. I should be home about 6, could you please start dinner? I will make it up to you in your favorite way (blush)

Love you
Your Peg

I had this big grin all over my face as I thought of what she was talking about. Peg, among her other many talents, gives the best head of any woman in the world. No one could surpass my lady. I started getting hard just thinking about it. I was pretty damned randy before that thought and now I really was eager to see my sexy wife. Also I hate to fix dinner, I do it fairly often but I will find a lot of excuses not to. In my brilliance I decided to just go over to Peg's folk's house and wait till she was through helping her dad and then take her to this romantic little restaurant she loves. I would warm up my love for bedtime and get out of starting dinner. What a plan?

A short ten minutes later, I drove up to her folk's house and remembered her mom was away that week at a conference on Small Town Public Relations. Patty, her mom, still a dynamo of energy and at 50, still shaped as good as her sexy daughter. She was still employed by our fair city, even though her dad had retired and had a hobby business building custom furniture.

I pulled in beside my wife's car and made my way to the door. We live in a small town and nobody knocks, especially family. I opened the door and walked right in. Robert has his office down the hall in the back, just past the master bedroom so I headed that way. As I got close I heard voices and figured I was headed in the right direction, but then the voices sounded strange as I got closer, muffled, then I heard Peggy moan and say,

"Oh Daddy yes..."

I sure as hell recognized that sound, my wife was approaching an orgasm. I stood there stunned, absolutely still and silent. I didn't believe my ears. Then I moved to just outside the bedroom door. Now I heard them breathing heavy, panting actually, and regular grunts that took no imagination to figure out what was causing those. Then I heard her again,

"Oh... Daddy... your big cock feels so good in me... Harder... I'm gonna have a big one."

Then I heard her dad say, "Go for it my little pussy cat, ride my cock. Damn girl you have the sweetest pussy."

I carefully peeked around the corner into the open door of the master bedroom. I had a perfect view of the bed from the foot without the danger of being seen. My wife's body screened me. At first, Robert's naked legs were all I could see of him sticking out from under my wife's darling round and very bare, ass. My wife, with her back to me, was riding his cock like a wild woman, shaking her head from side to side, the way she does during really good sex for her. I could see between them as she rose and fell. I could see his cock appear and disappear, hear him grunt with pleasure as she pounded herself on his nice sized cock, see him raise his ass to meet her strokes. I could hear the wet sloshing sounds as his cock churned in her delicious pussy. I stood there fascinated as I watched. I was stunned. I sure didn't expect this. Hell I felt like Alice in Wonderland, I never would have dreamed anything like this, though I knew she and her dad were extremely close and had always been so. Now I wondered how long they had been this close. The strange part was I was as hard as I could ever remember being. The only emotion I felt at that time was lust. I wanted my wife so bad. I wanted to jack off as I watched my wife with her dad. I realized I loved watching the two of them.

Then I heard her scream, "Fuck me Daddy!" as she came really hard and I heard her dad groaning,

"I'm cumming too baby. Oh Fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk..."

There was a long silence and I decided I better get out of there before one of them came walking down the hall. I wasn't ready for a confrontation. I didn't have a clue what came next for my wife and I. I backed away, but not before I heard them telling each other how much they loved each other. Then I heard Peggy say,

"Now you can eat my pussy my sweet daddy."

I had heard similar words often. Peggy loves to have her pussy eaten right after she has been filled. She hasn't said so but I am sure she likes the idea of a guy eating his own cum out of her pussy. It was something I didn't mind; it had even gotten kind of sexy for me too. Apparently her dad agreed. The serving dish was just so damn cute. I moved back and watched the two of them in a torrid 69 and I damn near came in my pants.

I quietly left after a few moments more of watching my wife deep throat her dad. As I drove home I was in a strange place. The thing that dawned on me was I felt no anger, I still knew without a doubt that Peggy loved me completely. I felt no threat of losing her, no jealousy. And I still had this enormous erection tenting my pants. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. At home I made a trip to our bathroom and took care of my raging hard on by hand. I relived the scene I had just witnessed of my wife driving her pussy down on my father-in-law's cock. I came so hard I got dizzy. When I could move again I headed for the kitchen in a bit of a daze and began to fix our dinner.

When she came in the door I was in the den watching the evening news. She was only a little late. She called out in her normal cheerful manner and I answered. She came in and walked over to my chair and bent over and kissed me just like she did everyday. I wanted to throw her to the floor and take her right then. I wanted to tell her what I had seen. There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary in her appearance or behavior. She acted as if nothing unusual had happened. I looked her over again for some sign of her afternoon's activity but found none. Then I smelled her and realized she smelled fresh out of a shower. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about this. She turned and sat across my lap sliding her arms around my neck and gave me another loving little kiss and I tasted mouthwash, then she said,

"Did you start dinner?"

"Yes, with great enthusiasm."

She laughed knowing how I felt about that and said,

"Hmmm don't pout, I told you I would make it up to you."

And she kissed me hard with a lot of tongue. I slid my hand up under her skirt slowly, going between her well formed muscular legs - she let them open giving me access to my favorite playground. Then I thought, and her dad's too, it now seemed. I wonder if there were others? I also wondered if my every thought of my wife was going to be punctuated by those kind of side thoughts. I liked those side thoughts. Oddly enough, all I could think of was how intrigued I suddenly had become with my wife's secret sex life. That was when I knew I had a different problem, no not that my wife was screwing around, but that I liked that she was screwing around. I was so hard I thought I was going to split my britches as my wife's shapely ass moved back and forth on my lap. I had two fingers in her pussy and I noticed it felt fresh fucked, looser than usual, slick like cum. But in spite of that, she was happily occupied again now and was softly moaning with pleasure, then she said,

"What did you put on the stove baby?"

I told her and she said, "We have time, I need you in me now, please."

She was right. Dinner was fine later. I can't remember our sex being any better than there on our den floor that day. Peggy went wild, even more than with her dad. My head was full of visions of the two of them as I drove into her now. Her juicy hole seemed to squeeze and suck my cock, driving me crazy. I had her blouse open, her bra unhooked in front and I enjoyed the feel and taste of her large firm tits and their rigid nipples. She was chanting

"yes... fuck... me... God I love it fuck me... yes... fuck... me..."

She came before I did with a verbal string of obscenities spewing out of her gorgeous mouth. I wasn't far behind. I was damned impressed with my wife. I wasn't sure why I was impressed. Maybe that she could do both her dad and I within an hour and be that damn good.

Over dinner we shared all the stuff of our day, except her session with her dad. It was like so many other days. I found myself forgetting what I had witnessed as we talked about all the wonderful details of our life. Doug had dropped by briefly that morning to return one of my tools and had coffee with his mom. He frequently spent time with his mom like that. Then a new question hit me, would she fuck her own son too? Maybe she was... My cock jumped in my pants. Incest didn't seem to be a problem for her. Peg said she had enjoyed her son so much (in my new frame of mind I wondered what that meant), also that she had called Carol, our daughter, at school. Everything was going well with Carol. She would be home for a weekend soon she promised. She goes to school a couple of hours away and drives back and forth on occasional weekends. Apparently a busy social life keeps her on campus just the way it should if you are a lovely young thing like Carol was.

I told Peg about the promised bonus from work and she wanted to know how much, and could we take that cruise? I laughed and shrugged my shoulders in that I don't know gesture.

The sex later after dinner, was again outstanding, she did make it up to me. She slowly deep throated my 8 inches, something she really has to be motivated to do. I finally came down her throat and god it was good. Then as I expected I heard the words she had said to her dad

"Now you can eat my pussy my sweet husband."

I gladly reversed my position and dove into her well used love box. I was as excited as I had been in a long time as I ate my wife thinking of the traffic that had been in there today. Had Doug been here too? I had an image of that in my head as I drove my much-loved wife to several hard orgasms.

We lay sated and cuddled tightly. I looked at her and started to tell her I had seen them, but I didn't. I didn't want to spoil the closeness we were both feeling. Then she kissed me and said, "I love you so much. You have given me all a woman could ever want. I just want you to know how much I appreciate you."

I kissed her pouty lips lightly and said, "Goes both ways, baby, I don't know how you could have been a better wife, mother to our kids and lover. You know I love you. I can't imagine life with out you."

She frowned and said, "What makes you say something like that?"

"One of the guys on my staff just caught his wife cheating on him and he blew up and is insisting on a divorce. He didn't even ask her why."

Peg looked at me with a wistful look and said, "I would die if you ever did that to me."

I smiled and said, "Not to worry, if that were us, if I learned you had cheated on me, I would want to know why you cheated? Why you fucked someone else? As you know I have never been the jealous possessive type. If you left me it would devastate me, so I think it might take more than a extra fuck or two for me to leave you."

She leaned over and kissed me, then "I don't like this topic my love, besides I am tired. Good night, true love. I love you so much and you are never going to get away from me."

"Night, true love." And I smiled as I thought of those words we used often. She was my true love. But how do I deal with these new circumstances. I decided I had to bring it out in the open or it could kill me or us...

The next day I was so busy at the office I didn't think about what had happened until lunch Peg works as an accountant two or three days a week, depending on the need. Works for a older guy, maybe 55, named Sam Donovan, a CPA. It lets her earn a pretty decent salary and still have her freedom since her hours are completely flexible. It worked really well when the kids were little and it still did. She was at work that day.

I was sitting there eating a sandwich my young secretary intern had brought me; we hire High School and College kids for intern positions. Pam was a senior in High School and a real cute one at that. As I was thinking of Pam's great little body, Stan walked in. Stan is the guy who caught his wife cheating with their neighbor. They are young, mid to late twenties, both recently out of college. The odd part was Stan is the office flirt. He is always hitting on the females at the office with more or less luck. He had been hustling Pam lately and I wasn't sure if he had been successful yet or not. I knew she sure flirted back, with Stan and others, including me. I had wondered what it would be like to have a little High School pussy again. I chuckled as I thought. Pam is a couple of years younger than your daughter Carol, you lecherous old coot. Somehow that didn't discourage my lustful thoughts.

Stan looked at me down in the mouth and asked, "Can I talk to you boss?" I nodded and he closed the door and sat across from me. I looked at him but I also saw the picture of my wife in her string bikini that I keep on my desk. As I looked at the picture of her I had this recurring image of her sitting on her dad's big, hard cock. My mind seemed flooded with sex today. Stan moved in his chair uncomfortably and brought me back.

"What can I do for you Stan?"

"It's about my wife, you know I caught her in bed with my neighbor. I went home early one day and caught them in our bed. My wife is a hot lady and a real flirt but I never thought she would cheat on me. Now I realize that even after she let him fuck her, I don't really want a divorce. I don't know what to do."

I was quick to answer, "Stan if I were in your shoes I'm not sure what I would do either (I was exactly in his shoes). But I think I would talk to her and find out some of the whys. Did she need more sex than I was giving her? Did it happen at a weak moment? But most important of all, does she still love me and do I still love her?" I knew his wife from some of the office parties. I knew for a fact that she was a real flirt and had fucked a couple of the guys from the office. I had come close one night but got interrupted before it got that far.

"John, I do still love Bambi. And I feel like she still loves me. I just am so pissed that she fucked this other guy. I bet it was the best piece of ass he ever had." The last was said with no small bit of pride.

"Stan, are you so hurt or is it just your pride that is hurt. Can you imagine accepting what she did and going on?" I wasn't sure if I was talking to Stan or to myself. Funny I thought, I didn't feel hurt at all at what Peg had done, and my pride was sure still intact, I knew I wanted to go on with my life with Peg, but I was curious about a lot of things about my sexy wife. I had so many questions and I knew I was going to have a long talk with Peg about her other life, and soon.

"How can I go on?" Stan spoke up, "I can't just ignore this, not now that I pitched a fit already and sent her home to her mom's."

Then I said something that surprised myself, "Stan, have you ever fantasized about your wife fucking another man? Most of us have and I bet it is true for you too. He nodded in agreement with a guilty looking smile. You have to know, that with that body of hers, men are going to love looking at her and are going to want to touch the merchandise. I've looked your wife over appreciatively several times. And I would bet she is great to touch and fondle (I knew that much for a fact), don't get pissed at me buddy you know it's true. My wife is like that too. She loves to flirt and play. Watching or hearing about your wife getting well fucked is a common fantasy and one I have had frequently about my own wife. My real question is would you be so pissed if you had suggested Bambi entertain a friend of yours instead of doing it on her own." I paused and noticed the growing bulge in his pants. I had my answer. "While you think about that question, call her and ask her if she still loves you? If she says yes, and you believe her, ask her to come home and the two of you talk about it. Secrets and assumptions can cause big problems that you don't want. With luck and patience you can work through this."

I wondered if I was going to follow my own advice. Hell yes I was.

"I guess you are right, boss, I will call her. I handed him my cell phone." I wanted to hear how it went. Maybe I am more of a voyeur than I realized.

He dialed and I heard his side of the conversation:

"Hi mom, this is Stan."

"I don't understand what made her do it either mom, I was stunned when I walked in on them."

"She cried all night?"

"Where is she now?"

"Would you call her to the phone. I want her to come home so we can talk this out and see if we can keep what we have together."

"Yeah, I hope so too."

Pause

"Hi... you OK?"

"Yeah I guess it was a dumb question considering what has happened, but this is hard to talk about. I think we need to talk... a lot. The truth is I still love you, as much as ever, maybe more. I hate the thought of losing you."

"I want to believe that baby, that you love only me. The other, the sex with Wayne, just happened like you say. I want you to come home and we will see what we can work out after you tell me what happened in detail and why. I am trying to understand baby."

I interrupted him and said, "Stan take a few days off and go home and work this out with your sexy wife."

Stan listened in on the phone, then said, "That was John my boss. Telling me to take some time off and meet my sexy wife at home and try to work this out."

"Yeah the good looking boss..." And he smiled at me, "Yes he said you were damned sexy, that he loves to look at you and thinks about touching you." There was a pause and then he said, "Yeah when we get this mess straightened out we can ask him over. I just told him everything and he gave me some great advice and asked me some hard questions. He has been a good friend to both of us today. I wouldn't be calling if it weren't for him talking some sense into me."

"Yes, I told him everything. No he doesn't think you are a slut. In fact he said he thinks you are hot to look at and I had to expect guys to hit on you. I guess in a way that makes me proud that you are my lady. I am a little confused baby. I keep having this question? Did you enjoy it?"

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I guess I would have too."

"I miss you too, meet me at home in 20-30 minutes, OK?"

"Yes I will tell him." And he hung up.

"She said to tell you thanks for your help, and thanks for the compliment. That if we get this worked out she will owe you big time."

And I knew how I would collect...

With Stan gone I picked up my phone and dialed Peg's office number. I got Shirley, their office secretary and asked to speak to Peggy. I was told she was closed up in the office with Sam working on the business plan. Did I want her to break in?"

I said no to just have her call when she got free. As I hung up the phone, I wondered if she and her boss... nah... I must be getting paranoid...

I lost myself in work then and it was over two hours later that Peg called, "Hi handsome." I heard her bright voice. I laughed at my previous wondering and thought, she doesn't sound freshly fucked. But what do I know? She didn't when she got home from her Dad's either.

"Honey, are we clear of any appointments or social stuff tonight?"

She said, "I think so."

"Good. I have something I need to talk to you about. Something real important to the two of us and I don't want to be interrupted. I even want the phones off the hook so we won't be disturbed."

"Don't we sound mysterious baby, are you OK? Could you give a girl a little hint?"

"I don't mean to sound mysterious, and you don't need a hint. Nothing to worry about. Just know I love you. See you in a couple of hours kitten."

John didn't know it but Peggy was very worried as she hung up the phone. She had spent the last two hours in her boss’s office on her back. They had told the secretary to tell any callers they were going to be working on the business plan. Nice business. She had been enjoying Sam's big cock today and regularly over the last year. It had started on a business trip, a couple of drinks, a readily available hotel room, two horny people, a frank stare, a touch and bed. They had both enjoyed the great sex between friends, so much they had continued regularly since then. Her senses were on full alert now, did John know, or suspect? What could he want to talk to her about that was so uninterruptible? Why had she been so easy when Sam first tried to seduce her? She cleaned off her desk, dialed Sam's office and announced,

"I got to run home now, see you in a couple of days."

"Yeah I enjoyed it too but..."

"I think John suspects something... he called to say we need to talk about something tonight. Geez I hope he hasn't found out about us. It has been great but not worth losing John. How could he have found out?"

As she walked out she said good night to Shirley the secretary who smiled knowingly behind Peggy's back. She was pretty sure that Peg and Sam were having an affair. It was becoming clearer and clearer to her. Soon she would have the proof.

Peggy fidgeted all the way home nervously. The phrase, Dear Lord, don't let John leave me. I do love him so, kept running through her mind. At home she went directly to their shower and slowly stripped. As her bra dropped she caressed her full breast, still firm, with only the smallest sag of a mature woman. She toyed with her now erect nipples still swollen from Sam sucking on them, and she remembered Sam playing with them and sucking on them the way she loved just an hour before. All her men were so teachable. Her panties went into the hamper; they were soaked with her juices and Sam's. She ran her hand up over her open pussy lips and shivered at the thrill it gave her. Then as she played with herself she said out loud to no one,

"Damn, I am always so horny. I hope it hasn't gotten me in trouble with John. I really couldn't go on with out him."