Cheating Wife - Spying Husband

Now, she grabbed the dress bag and took the dress off of the hanger. It was a white coatdress, linen, with red buttons all the way up and down the front, and a wide red belt. She took off the tags, unbuttoned it and slipped it on. She started buttoning it up, leaving quite a few buttons at the top and bottom undone. Then she buckled the belt, and I could see the probable reason for the high waist girdle. The tightened belt gave the dress its curvy shape, and Michele now had the waist curve required

to make it look like it fit properly. She added some white two inch heels that she never wore from the closet, and her outfit was complete. I had to admit that she did look more feminine than I had ever seen her look before.

Chapter Nine – The Witness to the Deed

She walked out of the room and out the kitchen door. I heard the garage door and the car again, and checked my watch. It was almost 1 PM. I slipped off for another quick bathroom break, just to be sure I could last for a while without getting uncomfortable. Then I settled back into my spot, and waited. The garage door started moving again, and I heard the car again, then silence. The kitchen door opened, and they were inside. There was some small talk about "Nice house" and "Want some wine?" It was pretty quiet, and I guessed they had made it to the couch. I heard some intermittent kissing, then a moan or two from Michele. I heard her say, "It's so big!" I guessed that she was on her knees,

giving him a blow job. In the three years we had been together, she had taken my cock into her mouth only a few times, and then only at my persistent urging. She said that she didn't like the whole idea of

putting anything like that in her mouth, but then again, she also didn't like me to give her oral sex either, so I guess it was a mouth aversion thing for her. Anyway, my suspicion was confirmed when I heard Jim call out, "Oh, baby,! That feels so good, baby! Your tongue is so good to me!" I was

worried that they would never make it to the bedroom, but Jim must have been ready for more. I heard them get up, kiss, then walk across the living room to the bedroom hallway. They came into view, and I saw him with his arms around her waist, then touching her sides and her breasts through the dress fabric.

He asked, "What's that you have on under there, baby?" She replied, "It's your surprise. Unwrap your present - me!" He started at the bottom, and worked his way up. He saw the stocking tops and the panty girdle bottom, then the high waist of the girdle and then the strapless long line bra. She slipped the unbuttoned dress off, and it fell to the floor. He seemed to be in a trance, feeling her all over, shaping her slimmed waist, and cupping her breasts through the bra. Then he held her close and tight,

crushing her breasts into his chest. They locked in a passionate kiss, their mouths wide open and exchanging tongues. Her hand went down, and felt his hard cock through his pants. "Oh, baby, you're ready for me!" she moaned in a low, gravelly voice. He reciprocated, putting his hand between her legs and parting the split crotch, slipping his fingers into her. She gasped a little, then relaxed. He said softly, "Baby, you're so wet and ready that I need you right now!"

She fell back on the bed, and he was out of his clothes in a few seconds. As he removed his shorts, I could see why she was so taken by him. He was hard, of course, but also he was about three inches longer than me, and about as thick. Now, I'm an average size guy, but I have never had any trouble satisfying a woman before. But he really had what I would call a big woody, and here I was about to watch him put it in her. I was excited and hard myself, but I kept still, to avoid making any noise.

She was on her back, and she raised up her legs and offered herself to him. He took his cock in his hand, and guided it through the maze of the split crotch of the girdle. Once through, he slowly pushed himself in all the way to the base of his cock, and she cried out, "Oh, God, you're deep in me!" That started him stroking, faster and faster. After only about 60 seconds, she started her little grunt and moan thing, and then cramped up, sitting up to grasp him in an intense orgasm. She stayed cramped for about ten seconds, then fell back to the bed and collapsed. He seemed upset. "I'm nowhere near done yet!" he said in a loud and arrogant voice. "On your hands and knees, bitch, right now!" he yelled

out at her. She looked surprised at his attitude, and she just laid there and looked at him. He took her by the shoulders and rolled her over, then grabbed her waist and pulled her up to a kneeling position.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, and he was there, grabbing his hard cock and aiming for her cunt. He worked the head through the girdle opening again, then grabbed onto the top of the girdle and pulled her back onto him. She cried out, maybe in pain, and stuck her head down into the bed. He grabbed her by the bottom of the sides of her bra and pounded her for what seemed to be a long time (boy, could this guy last or what?), and she came again, this time screaming out at the top of her lungs, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm rrrrrrrrr aaahhhhhhh!"

She collapsed, stretching out her legs and laying flat on her tummy, panting hard and squirming. He said in a demanding voice, "I'm still not done with you yet, bitch! Roll over!" She just laid there, panting hard and looking back at him. Her eyes looked glazed over. He took her by the thigh and rolled her onto her side. He lifted one leg high in the air, flipped it over his shoulder, and got himself close up behind her. He sat on the other leg, straddling her and holding her wide open. She

protested his action, pleading, "No! No more! I need a break! Stop! Oh, God, I can't take any more! Please, oh please, no!" He was still fully aroused, and was not going to take no for an answer. He guided his cock into her one more time, and, holding her legs spread wide open with one arm, he entered her deeply and started pounding away again. She cried out, "No, no, please, no, please, no, stop, no please stop! Too deep! Too deep! Ow! Ow! You're hurting me! It hurts! It hurts!"

He just kept slamming her, holding her open for maximum penetration. This went on and on, for several minutes. She eventually stopped crying out for him to stop, and started to get back into it. She

began a low moan, and then came again in a loud, grunting orgasm that sounded almost animal-like. He also grunted a few times, and then stopped moving and held his cock in her, deep, all the way in. I

supposed he was shooting his load deep into her now, since I could see him holding still, but his hips and tummy were twitching in a spasmodic rhythm. With one hand, he reached behind his balls and began to masturbate the spot right behind them, just in front of his asshole. I had heard that this

technique stimulated the prostate, and made a guy just cum and cum and cum. He kept cramping up over and over again, and I could see white cream start to flow down over Michele's exposed crotch. Eventually his spasms stopped.

He pulled out of her, and lay down beside her. After a minute, he reached over and touched her breast and then her face. She reacted, but not like he expected. She yelled, "You bastard! You selfish pig! You hurt me! I told you to stop! I told you that you were hurting me! Get out! Get out of here now! Don't touch me!" He tried to speak, but she wouldn't hear of it. She got up, ran to the bathroom, and slammed and locked the door. He figured things were done, so he put on his clothes. He called out, "I'm going!" with no response from her, and he left. I suppose he walked back to his car.

She came out of the bathroom in a few minutes. She sat on the bed, undid the bra, rolled the stockings off, unzipped the girdle and tugged at it until it fell away. She curled up in a ball and hugged a pillow, and was asleep in a minute. I watched to make sure she was sound asleep, then quietly slipped out the back door. I then drove to a nearby motel and got a room for the night, since I was supposed to be out of town.

I called her that evening and asked if everything was OK, and she said yes. She sounded tired, and a little depressed. I wished her a good night and hung up the phone. I fell asleep early that night, since with all of the excitement, I was also worn out.

Chapter Ten - The Morning After

The next morning, I woke up, showered and dressed, then checked out. I grabbed breakfast and headed for her work. It was about nine in the morning, and her car was in its usual spot, which means she was probably safe at work for the day. I left for the house, the scene of the crime.

I got home, and went to where I had hidden the phone recorder. There was something on the tape, and I rewound it and hit play. He was talking sweet to her, telling her how much he had enjoyed their afternoon. She was harsh in reply, and told him that she didn't enjoy it at all. He argued with

her, reminding her that she had multiple, strong orgasms and seemed very satisfied. She yelled back that he was a selfish bastard, and they she was still hurting and in pain from his attack. "What attack? he replied. "I told you to stop! I told you that you were hurting me! You just kept on hurting me, and that's rape, buster!" He tried to calm her down, but she kept on ranting at him. "I never want to see you again, you pig, you bastard, you rapist!" Then she hung up on him. There were no other

calls.

I felt a little sorry for her, since I did agree that he did treat her roughly, but she was playing with fire and wound up getting burned. I replaced the recorder, and headed to the bedroom. My first stop was to check out the stash under the bed. I dug underneath, and found the box she had pulled out the day before. Inside, under the winter clothes, were a small, thin white vibrator, a larger soft plastic dildo, and the long silver vibrator I saw her with yesterday. The tube of K-Y was there, about half used, so I figured out that this is what she must have been doing for sex, once she cut me off from herself. I picked up the silver vibe and KY, and thought about what I might have done with her had she chosen to share it. No such luck there, either. I dropped them on the bedspread and moved on.

I went next into the closet, and found that the tell-tale I had placed on the plastic storage box was disturbed. I pulled the box out, and looked inside. There, under the bed sheets, was the white linen dress. I pulled it out and saw the bra, girdle and stockings on the container bottom. I took them out and brought them back to the bed, where the light was better. The foam bra cups and the places under the armpits were still damp from the sweat of her sex. I could smell the perspiration, and knew from an eyewitness perspective that she had gotten a hard workout from this guy, Jim.

Next, I inspected the girdle. It, too, smelled of perspiration. I turned it partially inside out, and

took a look at the split crotch area. It was plastered with cum! There was more than a tablespoon of it! It was even still sticky! He must have given her a huge load when he stimulated himself as he came. The folds of the split crotch must have held it all inside the girdle when it leaked out of her as she ran to the bathroom.

I started to feel a little anxious and panicky next. I was breathing heavily, and my cock was stiff with excitement. It was as if I was somehow out of my body, watching myself. The feelings from the other day were coming over me again: a feeling of need, of desire to be something I wished I could be. I was in some sort of trance state, and I saw myself take off my clothes and start to pull on the girdle. I was acting out, repeating her command performance in my mind. I pulled the girdle up over my butt and snugged it up around my thighs. I gave it a final tug, sucked in my tummy, did up the hooks and pulled the zipper up. Boy, was this a tight fit! My cock and balls were trapped, pressed hard against me, and I could feel his wet cum press against my crotch behind my balls. I rolled the stockings on and tucked them under the girdle legs as I saw her do. Then, I placed the bra backwards around me, and did the hooks. Then I spun it around on me, and centered it on my front and tummy. I felt so tightly bound, I could hardly breathe.

I walked back into the closet and picked up the dress. This was the first time I had ever gone this far in play acting a role like this. I slipped into the arm holes and wrapped the dress around me. I did up the

buttons, buckled the belt, and walked back out to the bedroom. I started feeling myself through the dress, like he did to her. I watched myself in the mirror, and imagined being ravished. My hands felt the stiffness of the bra stays. The curve of my waist was molded by the tight, high waist control top of the girdle. I felt the smoothness of my butt, and the silkiness of my legs in the stockings against the linen dress. I caressed my crotch through the dress, and then pulled up the hem of the dress and touched myself behind my balls, through the split crotch.

Then I unbuttoned the dress, imagining that it was him doing it. The dress fell away, onto the floor, just like it did yesterday. I fell back on the bed, raised up my knees, and started stroking my cock through the girdle and moving my hips in a rhythm. I was getting really excited, really into the role I was playing. I imagined him in me, deep in me, pounding away at my pussy. Then, I turned over on my

hands and knees and raised my butt up in the air, just like she did. I imagined that I was getting hammered from behind, and I moved back and forth in a rhythm while I pressed and masturbated the prostate "hot spot" just behind my balls. I was approaching a really intense orgasm.

I rolled over onto my side, again like he forced her to do, and I saw the silver vibrator that I had left there on the bed. An incredible idea popped into my brain. I grasped the vibe and the KY, and gave it a quick coating. I the knob on the base to start it up. I raise one leg up in the air, spreading myself wide, ready for the imagined deep penetration. I moved the vibrator to the opening in the girdle bottom. I started to probe the entrance to my asshole, and found that there was so much of Jim's cum still in the girdle that it was making the vibrator tip wet and slippery. I decided it was now or never, so I pushed the vibrator up and in. I felt it penetrate me, and then I knew just how she must have felt with his cock in her.

I could feel an intense fullness in my abdomen, and my breath started to come short and shallow. Then,

I moved the vibrator in and out a little, then more and more until I was stroking it in and out, in and out. I could feel my tummy cramping and my balls contracting. I felt the prickly release of the hormones flow like a river over me. I came hard, pulsing my hips over and over again, just like what Jim did when he was filling her with his cum. I pulled out the vibrator and it rolled away, with it still

humming. I laid there for a few minutes, catching my breath and trying to clear my head. I looked down, and there was a large amount of cum trapped in the girdle. What a mess! I had come back down now, from the high of the orgasm and the excitement of the fantasy, and felt it was time to get back to reality..

I went to the sink and got myself cleaned up, then went back to the bed and removed my costume. I cleaned up the mess I made inside the girdle and all over my tummy. The I carefully placed the lingerie and dress back where I found them, and put the toy box back under the bed. Wow! I was still shaking a bit from all that, but I felt really satisfied. She had cheated on me with him, and so I felt that violating her privacy, wearing her clothes and acting out her sex scene was justified as compensation

for the wrong she had done to me.

That night, she came home and I was there, waiting. I told her that the last conference session was cancelled, so I came home early. I made us a nice dinner, and she was friendly, but distant. I wanted so much to talk to her about what had happened to her, what had happened with me that morning, and how

I would have never hurt her the way that he did. But, it had to remain my secret, since I knew that if she found out that I had spied on her having sex, worn her clothes, and used her vibrator, that she would order me out of the house and never let me back in again. We got ready for bed, and I offered to give her back rub, but she turned me down, begging off and saying she was just too tired to stay awake much longer. I watched her fall asleep quickly, then I, too, went off to sleep, but I didn't recall

dreaming.

Over the next weeks and months, there was no activity in the closet. I checked from time to time, and everything was still in its place and undisturbed. The toy box under the bed seemed to be getting some use, but that was understandable, considering she dumped her new lover, but still didn't want me, even though I made several attempts at romantic overtures. We were in some sort of sexual limbo, a place where nothing was happening and there was nothing I could do to change that condition. But, I knew that sooner or later there would be some sort of break-out, so I kept a close watch and waited for a change in the weather. Little did I know that she had somehow detected my transgressions, and had a concocted an evil plan to make me pay.

Next story: The Halloween from Hell.