Scratching the Itch

I took five pictures of her car. Two showed how close she was parked to the motel. Then I loosened the valve stem on the driver's front tire and within a minute the tire was flat. I parked my car out of sight and we waited. An hour and a half passed and Lynn came out to her car. As soon as she saw the flat tire she rushed back to the room. Willi came out, tucking his shirt into his pants. (Click) I got a picture of him coming out of the room tucking his shirt in, walking next to Lynn. At the car they talked (Click) and then opened the trunk of her car. (Click) Willi changed the tire (Click) and when he had everything back together he looked around (Click), and kissed Lynn. (Click, Click, Click).

Lynn got in her car and drove away. Willi went back to the room (Click) and came out five minutes later. We followed him as he walked to the shop where Helen's car had been serviced. He paid the bill and drove off.

We drove to the nearest mall and saw Lynn's car parked there. I used my key and opened the trunk of her car. There were three bags in the trunk. A bag from Macy's, a bag from J.C. Penny's and a bag from Brookstone. I took pictures of all three and their contents. Then I took the contents and put the Macy items in the Brookstone bag, the J. C. Penny shirts in the Macy's bag and the Brookstone items in the Macy bag. We closed the car back up and parked ourselves a good distance away.

"Alan, Lynn said she was meeting some women from work. You could go into the mall and see if you see her. It would be good if she didn't see you, but if she does it's not a big deal. Just see if she's with anyone. Ok?"

"Let me take the camera. If she's with someone I'll get a picture of them."

I listened to the radio while Alan was gone. I watched the doors to the mall and Lynn came out first. She strolled to her car carrying just her purse. She got in and drove away. Alan came out and waved to me. I drove to him and he got in. He showed me the pictures he'd taken. She had been found sitting in the food court with a man I had seen before, from her work. He was good looking, dressed well, and it looked like his hand was on Lynn's thigh.

She was playing with more than just Willi. We drove home, stopping long enough to buy a beer. While we drank our beer Alan asked what I was going to do. I told him I was torn between just divorce and doing some real damage to everyone involved. He recommended caution. He was right, of course.

At home Alan walked to his house and I went into mine. The three bags were on the kitchen table. I called out to Lynn and she came from the bathroom.

"I was surprised when you weren't here when I got home. I didn't know you were going out." She looked concerned.

"Alan and I went out. Had a beer and watched some basketball."

"It's not basketball season, is it?"

"The sports bar has tapes of old games and if there's nothing live they play the taped games."

"Men! You probably already knew who won."

"If it was just about winning no one would watch anything but the last minute. We just enjoy the game. How was your shopping?"

"I got something for you!" She opened the Brookstone bag and pulled out two blouses. She looked shocked and I said, "I hope those aren't for me. I think they're too small."

She found the egg shaped clock in the Macy's bag. She handed it to me and said she hoped I liked it. I did. The look on her face was still puzzled. How did things get in the wrong bags?

The egg shaped clock was blue. "Lynn, can I have the receipt? I think I'd like one a different color, if they have others."

She dug in the bag and handed me the receipt. I looked at it and said, "Lynn, can I see the receipts for the other things?"

"Why? Is something wrong?" As she talked I reached into the bags and got the receipts. They showed that the purchases were made two days earlier during her work day.

"Sit down Lynn. This is serious." The look on her face was near panic. She sat down. I sat and looked across the table at her. "You know I am a stickler for the truth and trust. I want you to tell me when you bought the things sitting here on the table."

"I went shopping today!" I didn't say anything. I waited. She didn't say anything else.

"Lynn, Where did you go today?"

"I went to the mall, shopping."

"Where else did you go?"

"Just to the mall."

"You told me you were meeting some friends from work and going shopping. Get the phone and call one of those friends. I need to speak to your friend."

"I will not! She'd think you didn't trust me! Anyway, you don't know her. What is this third degree all about anyway?"

"It's about trust. So you won't help me by verifying who you were with and where you were? You show me a receipt for a clock you bought two days ago and tell me you got it today and then expect me to trust you?"

"Are you saying I lied to you?" She stood and was almost screaming at me. I stayed in my seat and kept my voice calm.

"I know you lied to me. I know you've lied to me for months. I know where you were today and who you were with. I have pictures of you with them and none of them were women you work with."

"Pictures? Of what?"

"Pictures of you coming out of a motel room with Willi."

She collapsed into the chair and burst into tears. "It's not what you think. I can explain."

"You can? This will be classic. You can explain being in a motel room with Willi and lying to me about it?"

"I didn't lie to you about it!"

"I asked where you were. Did you tell me you stopped at a motel with Willi? No. Therefore you lied."

"But nothing happened. We just talked. He's having trouble in his marriage."

"You honestly think I'm that stupid? If nothing happened why meet in a motel room? Why not tell me the truth? Lying to me makes you look guilty."

"I've never had sex with anyone but you since we got engaged. I love you."

"Ok. I want to talk with Willi on Tuesday evening when I get home from work. I want him to tell me about your meeting at the motel. Can you arrange that?"

"Tuesday evening? Here?"

"Yes."

"I can arrange that." She started to relax. I took the egg clock to my car with the receipt. When I came back inside Lynn was hanging up the phone. "Willi will be here Tuesday evening." She said.

"Good." I went into our living room and turned on the TV. I watched a manly movie until almost ten and then went up to bed. Lynn was in bed, wearing her standard T-shirt. When I got into bed she kissed me. She didn't kiss me when she had an infection. She said it led to me wanting sex and with the itch she didn't want sex.

The kiss was hot, included tongue and her hands touching my face. When it ended I said, "With a crazy Ph I don't want to have sex with you tonight. If you want to play you can use your mouth, if you want."

She pulled the blankets back and swallowed my limp dick. Her intentions were obvious. She wanted me to forget all about Willi and any other suspicion I might have. While her mouth was working on my cock my mind was hatching a plan. She did get my full attention and I did fill her willing mouth. Then I shut off the light and we went to sleep.

I took the swab to Dr. Seacrest at eight-thirty. My mind kept thinking about what her actions meant. What they meant to her, what I was making them mean to me and what my options were. My first thoughts were about hurting Willi for fucking my wife and about divorce and payback. But the more I thought about things the less I wanted that. At that point I had invested years of attention, love and money in our relationship. Until the infections our sex life was great and it still was when she wasn't itching. The only things that really threw me was her lying and the way people would think of me if they knew I was a cuckold. Why would she do this to me? I didn't have the answer.

Lynn arrived at noon and we had lunch at the deli down the street from my office. Lynn said she didn't feel very good, maybe we should cancel the appointment until she felt better. I said we'd have to pay for it anyway so we ought to go. At ten minutes before one we checked in. The nurse gave Lynn a questionnaire to fill out and as soon as she finished we were called. The doctor took Lynn into an examination room and put me in his office. Twenty minutes later they both came into the office and he sat behind his desk. He looked over the questionnaire and then said, "I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?"

I said, "The bad news." Lynn said, "The good news."

"Perfect," Dr. Seacrest said, "Because the good news for Mrs. Peterson is probably the bad news for you Mr. Peterson. The good news, Mrs. Peterson, is that we know what is causing your problem and it is easily treatable. The bad news, Mr. Peterson, is that your wife has multiple sex partners and they caused the infection."

"That can't be!" Lynn loudly protested.

"While you were in the exam room I had a nurse get a sperm sample from Mr. Peterson. We compared it with the sample I got from you and they are not the same. Science doesn't lie. Someone, other than Mr. Peterson, has ejaculated in you in the last three days."

Lynn began to cry. She held her face in her hands and sobbed. After a suitable silence I asked, "What is the treatment?"

Lynn's head jerked up and she stopped crying. She looked at Dr. Seacrest and then at me. The doctor said, "I can give her a stronger vaginal suppository, some pills and the other things her other OB/GYN suggested will also help. It would also help if her partners all used condoms. There is no danger of her getting pregnant, as you already knew, but STD's and vaginitis are real problems."

"Can we get those prescriptions filled here in the building?" I asked.

"Yes. I can send them directly to the pharmacy and you can pick them up on your way out. I'd like to see you again in a week, to see what progress the medications are having. Please make an appointment on your way out." He opened the door for us, shook my hand and pointed us towards the reception desk.

I made the follow up appointment for the following Monday at three in the afternoon. I gently put my hand on Lynn's back and guided her out to her car. She didn't say anything on the two minute walk.

I opened her car door for her and said, "Do you want to stay married to me?"

"Yes! Oh Honey, I'm so..." My hand on her face stopped her.

"Shut up! You will get in your car and go home. When you get home you will strip, shower and make lasagna for my dinner, with a green salad. You will not talk to me unless I ask you to. You will carry a towel around with you at all times because you are only to sit on the towel, not our good furniture. When I get home you will still be naked. Do you understand?" She nodded.

I helped her into her car. I turned and walked back inside to get her medicines. I went back to work and began work on my new project: Lynn as a business.

When I walked into the house I saw the kitchen looked very clean and I could smell the lasagna. A nice wine was on the table with the plates and glasses. Lynn walked into the kitchen wearing three inch heels and thigh high nylons. She had a small towel in her right hand.

"I'm surprised. I expected nothing sexy. After all you have an infection and sex is not possible when you have an infection." She started to speak and remembered she was not to speak. I continued, "That is no longer the case. Anytime I want sex I will have sex. I figure you fucking other men has cost me having sex with you fifty times this year. I want those fifty times. Right now what I want is dinner. Please serve dinner."

It was wonderful. She had stopped on her way home from the doctor's office and bought fresh meat and cheese for the meal. Lynn always makes her own pasta for lasagna so it is fresh. She sat on the towel and ate dinner nude except for the stockings and heels.

When I was done I got up and headed for the living room. She cleaned up and followed me into the living room. I shut the TV off.

"Lynn, I want you to call Willi on the phone and invite him here. I will be going for a walk for a couple hours so I can think about your future and I don't want you here alone. You can fuck him in the guest bedroom, but not in our bedroom. No, let me amend that. I want you to fuck him in the guest room. There are condoms in the nightstand from the last time your brother came and spent a week with us. Make sure he uses one. When he arrives be dressed just as you are. He won't even get inside before he has a boner. Do you understand?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. I got off the couch and headed for the back door. "Call him from the phone in our bedroom, now." She climbed the stairs and I opened and closed the back door. I didn't leave. I took the digital camera and went into the guest bedroom closet. Ten minutes passed and I heard a knock at the back door.

I heard Willi exclaim when he saw Lynn, "God, you look fantastic!" A minute later they were in the guest bedroom and a minute after that I swung the closet door open and began taking pictures. Willi was easily identifiable by the tattoo on his back and a long scar on his chest. Without him seeing me I got shots of him being sucked and of him fucking Lynn in three different positions. I hid the camera in the closet and walked out, taking a seat by the door. After Willi came he backed out of her and told her how great it was to fuck her in bed.

He pulled the condom off and turned to take it into the bathroom. That's when he saw me and froze.

I said, "Come here Lynn. Sit here on the floor beside me." She didn't make eye contact with either of us and she did as I asked. Willi looked around for his clothes. He didn't reach for them, but he looked for them.

"I thought about kicking your balls all the way to Oregon, but I'm sure you'll be glad to know I decided not to do that. In fact, you'll like what the plan is. I want you to fuck Lynn once a week. For that you will give me five hundred dollars. And, you will give me five hundred dollars cash as a sort of membership fee in her little club. The first missed payment and the pictures I have of the two of you fucking and sucking become public. I will make sure anyone can tell the pictures are not of Helen and that Lynn's face doesn't show. The pictures of your face and identifiable body are quite good. What do you say?"

"That's blackmail!" His face was red with anger and he had forgotten he was standing there naked in my home holding the condom that had just come out of my wife.

"That's strictly business, not blackmail. You fucked Lynn of your own free will and choice, with no consideration for me or your own wife. Since you both have chosen to fuck outside your marriages I think anyone would agree there need to be consequences. I can take the pictures down to your house and show Helen what a good fuck you are. I can send copies to your parents and your boss. Or, we can behave like what you have chosen is to pay me for the freedom to enjoy being with Lynn once a week. I have a product and you can rent the product. You now know what it costs. Since you have already had her this week I think it only proper that we get the thousand by Thursday. The way you get us the money is by making a cash deposit to a bank account number I give you."

I gave a printed card inside a plastic bag to Lynn and told her to dump the card into Willi's hand. She did it. I told him which bank. Lynn collected the condom and I told Willi to get dressed. We sent him home.

"Lynn, you did very well. You just increased our household income by twenty-five hundred a month. Go up to our bathroom and medicate yourself. Your Ph is probably seven. She didn't speak. I took the condom and bagged it in a sealable plastic bag. It had Lynn's DNA on the outside and Willi's on the inside. I put the baggy in the freezer.

When I locked up and went upstairs Lynn was sitting on the towel at the end of the bed. "You can talk freely." I said.

"I am now your whore, aren't I?"

"You preferred it when I was your cuckold?"

"I preferred it when you didn't know."

"Why? You still get to fuck around. The only real difference is that I get money for it."

"There's more, isn't there?"

"Willi might need to go on a business trip. You can go with him. He pays your expenses and deposits a thousand dollars a day for the days you are gone."

"Really?" Her face looked like she didn't believe I'd let her go.

"Really. Now get in bed and let's go to sleep."

I got in and so did she. I spooned behind her and went to sleep. When I woke up she was up already and dressed for work. My breakfast was on the table. She greeted me with a kiss and said she had been thinking and my way of handling things was better than what she thought I would do. She thanked me, kissed me good-bye and left for work. Five minutes later I left too.

At ten I called Lynn and as soon as she answered I said, "Remember the day you went shopping? You met a man and spent time with him at the food court. He works at the same company with you. Is he married?"

"Yes."

"He's one of your lovers, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Tell him I've gone out of town and you want him to come for dinner tonight. An early dinner, say between five and seven. If he wants to know what's on the menu tell him it's you."

"You're serious?"

"Very. Be convincing. Do not give him a sample of dinner. Call my cell when he tells you what time he'll be there. Then go home and dress just like you did for Willi. Change the sheets on the guest bed."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I hung up. I called a techie friend and had him wire our home for audio and video recording. I paid him well and he did a great job. The cameras and mics were well hidden and the equipment for recording DVD's was in our attic.

He called me at three to say he was done. He activated the system before he left the house.

At three-thirty Lynn called and said she was headed home to make dinner. Mr. Boughman would be at the house at five. I thanked her for the call. I was home and then gone before Lynn got home. I left a dozen roses on the dining room table.

Alan and I met at the sports bar and watched some basketball and had dinner. I told him we had misinterpreted what we saw. Willi was having marriage problems and was getting help from Lynn. I had confronted them separately and their stories not only matched but made sense. The guy from work he had seen was meeting her there to ask her about another woman from work that he was interested in.

At nine I went home. The house was clean and the roses were in a vase on the dining table. Lynn was nude and in bed. The bedside lamp was on and she was reading. When I came into the bedroom she looked up and smiled. "Welcome home."

"Did Mr. Boughman have a nice dinner?"

"I hope his wife didn't want him tonight. I don't think he will be able to get it up until tomorrow."

"Did you medicate yourself after he left?"

"Yes, and he did use a condom. I saw that you put Willi's in the freezer so I bagged his and put it in there too."

"Very good. I need a shower. Perhaps you would be good enough to wash me and suck the tensions of the day from me?"

"Yes, if that's what you want."

She got up, helped me undress, followed me into the shower and got me clean. After she shut off the water she knelt in the shower stall and sucked me, swallowing every drop I gave her. As we dried off I noticed a small bruise on her breast.

"Did Boughman bruise you?"

"Yes! He pinched my breast so hard I screamed. He never did anything like that before."

We got into bed and she said, "I kept expecting you to pop out of a closet or somewhere. Did he get a freebee tonight?"

I smiled. "I'm the only one who gets free sex from you. The day I find out someone fucks you for free, you and he will be dead. Am I clear?"