Best of Both Worlds Ch. 03

I tried to convince myself that it couldn't be true, that I was imagining things. After all, Sarah wouldn't cheat on me. But the more I looked at things, the more I realized that it had to be, there was no other explanation.

We first met when I was 9 and moved to her neighbourhood where we quickly became friends, part of the neighbourhood gang. But our friendship was stronger than many others. Instinctively we seemed to know when the other was upset or hurting, and quickly became confidants. We knew that we could go to the other and discuss anything, what was happening in our lives, our fears, our hopes or our dreams. As we got older, and started to get interested in the other sex, we would discuss our romances. None of our relationships lasted, probably because we were measuring them up against each other.

I fooled around more than Sarah. With a couple of my girlfriends I was able to grab their breasts under their clothes, and in one case, bare tit under her bra. She was the one who also let me stroke her pussy through her jeans, while she rubbed me through mine. Unfortunately, being a fifteen year old boy at the time, I didn't have much staying power and came in my jeans. What a mess!

Sarah was about five foot five, with gorgeous curly red hair, green eyes and the cutest freckles. Whenever she would blush, the freckles would stand out even more. She was very cute, not glamour pretty, but definitely attractive.

Sarah and I started going out almost out of necessity. I'd broken up with my girlfriend a month and a half before junior prom and Sarah broke up with her boyfriend two weeks before the big event. Rather than miss it, or worse, going stag, we decided to go together. As we danced together that night, especially during the slow ones, we both felt the sparks fly. Despite the fact that Sarah had been vigorously protecting her virginity I knew I could have taken it then. But we didn't fuck each other that night. We were afraid of our new found feelings, and didn't want to risk the friendship we had together.

However, we quickly realized that the feelings were real, and the love we'd discovered, had been there for some time.

It wasn't that long before we did make love. Like a lot of other love struck teenagers it was in the back seat of a car. The sight of her body for the first time was unbelievable. I almost came when I pulled off that lacy bra and saw her breasts, the nipples reaching up for me to devour. When I pulled her panties off and looked at that glistening slit beneath the red curls of her pubic mound, its a wonder I managed to get my cock inside that gorgeous pussy before I came.

She was so tight I was afraid that it wouldn't fit. I still remember pushing the head of my cock in, and reaching the blockage of her hymen. Sarah sensed my hesitation and told me to go ahead and push hard. I was afraid of hurting her, but I followed her instructions, and with a big thrust I was buried deep inside her. Right about then I was feeling pretty good about myself, that is until I started to move. Much to my embarassment, one more good thrust did it and I was cumming. Talk about being mortified.

Instead of laughing at me, Sarah told me how good it felt and set about exploring my penis, causing it to quickly swell up again to full size. Sarah went on about how beautiful it was, and how full she had felt. With that kind of encouragement it was just a few minutes before we were at it again. As I thrust into her, Sarah's hips rose to meet me. This time we built a rythym, her pussy squeezing tightly around my erection, until I felt her spasm beneath me, which caused me to quickly shoot my load up inside of her.

That night was the first time that Sarah told me that she planned on being with me for the rest of our lives.

Later that month Sarah gave me my first blowjob. Her parents were away for the day, giving us our first opportunity to be alone in a house. The fact that we weren't cramped up in the dark back seat of a car, was almost reward itself. The sight of her pretty face hovering over my cock, her mouth opening and taking me inside was something I'll never forget. I knew that this was a first for both of us, so when I felt that I had reached the boiling point, I told her that I was about to cum. She pulled her head off, but kept stroking me with her hand as I exploded. I shot off into the air, with the cum falling onto my chest and stomach. Never in all my jerking off had I blasted like that.

Once I recovered I had an opportunity to really examine her pussy in detail. The puffy lips, that seemed to swell and open up as I caressed them, the clit sticking up, begging to be sucked! Sarah jumped and squealed as my tongue first made contact, and kept squirming as I ran it up and down, especially when I made contact with that clit. I'm no dummy, so I concentrated on the clit, sucking it into my mouth, then releasing it to push my tongue as far inside her hole as I could. When she came, she her thighs clenched my head, almost suffocating me. I thought if you got to go, what a way to go!

Well, too make a long story short, our love continued through university, and into a marriage which I thought was as solid as they came. We were blessed with a healthy child, and both of us loved her as much as each other, if not more.

Our sex life was great too. We would do anything to please each other, well, almost anything. Sarah was fixated that anal sex was dirty, and refused to have anything to do with it. She would almost freak out if I tried to touch her ass hole with my finger, or rub my cock against it. While this disappointed me, everything else was so great I got over it.

In the early years of marriage, Sarah loved to shop for sexy underwear, bras, panties, teddies, you name it, she bought it. The day she bought it, I got a fashion show, she tried everything on, laughing at my reaction until we finally made mad, passionate love. However, after our daughter was born she shifted back to rather plain bras and panties, but even these looked great on her.

It was just about a year ago when things started to change. The first thing I noticed was that for a few days Sarah seemed uneasy, nothing I could point a finger at though. Then, one night she literally attacked me in bed. I'm not complaining but I hadn't seen that level of lust in her in years. And when you consider that she is usually pretty hot, that says something. This amazing sex kept up for the next week.

Then, one day a few weeks later, she surprised me. For the first time in years she stripped off her dress, and was dressed in the sexiest lingerie. It was the first time I had ever seen her in a thong, did she look great! I couldn't help myself, I laid her on the bed and spread her legs, lowering my mouth to the pussy I loved so much, covered only by those panties. I started to tease her with my tongue, feeling the crotch of those skimpy panties getting wetter by the second. Finally I pulled them to the side, and sucked her clit into my mouth, sliding a finger up into her pussy. I could feel her squirm with excitement, as I stroked her g spot, and teased that clit. Then she squeezed my head with her thighs, and almost dislocated my finger as she came. As I looked at her, the narrow strip pulled away, exposing her beautiful butt, and the tender bud between her cheeks, I was tempted to again try and access that spot, but didn't want to break the mood. Instead I rolled her over and kneeled behind her, sliding my pulsing cock into her soaking slit. The sensations were intense, I think for both of us, and I could feel her cum again just before I erupted inside her. As I did, I couldn't help but think how much I loved her, and how lucky I was to have Sarah as my wife.

I wasn't surprised that the period of mad passion let up. But I was disappointed the frequency of our lovemaking dropped below what it had been. There were a lot of nights when she would tell me as soon as she walked in the door how tired she was, and needed to go to bed early. It seemed strange, as she seemed to have a sort of glow about her, but, oh well. At least for the most part, when we did make love it was still great

A few weeks later I was doing some work in the spare bedroom while she was shopping. I was surprised to discover buried in the closet, several items of sexy lingerie, all apparently purchased at Victoria's Secret. A couple of items even appeared to be worn. About a week later, she suddenly peeled off her dress, and there was a sheer black bra and panty set that I had noticed in the closet. Imagine my shock when she said she had purchased them today to surprise me.

Then one Thursday, I phoned and suggested meeting for lunch. Laughing nervously Sarah told me that she'd love to, however she was getting her hair done at noon hour, and it would take too long to rebook the appointment, . That evening, I noticed her hair was actually quite mussed up, almost like she'd been rolling around on it, and quite obviously not recently done.

That weekend, she 'surprised' me with another of the Victoria's Secret outfits that I had noticed some weeks earlier, leading again to another night of good sex, an occurrence that repeated itself periodically over the next months.

Clearly I was starting to get suspicious, but had no proof. The only person I could think of was that glassblower she had talked about one day, the one with the sexy French accent and voice, a Jacques somebody. So out of the blue I asked her if she had ever seen him again. I'm not sure if I was comforted by her quick 'no', and the laughing comment she made that I better be careful, or she'd fantasize about him while we were in bed.

A few weeks later, again on a Thursday, I called to suggest lunch, only to told be told she'd made plans to meet with Susan for lunch. Instead I went to lunch with one of my golf buddies, and saw Susan sitting there having lunch with her husband. On another occasion, while we were having breakfast, I again suggested we meet for lunch, only to be told she was meeting Mary and Nancy. The next day while getting some groceries, I ran into Mary. She asked me how Sarah was, saying it had been so long since they had talked or seen each other.

At the same time, the sex life was getting to be almost non existent. On some of the now rare occasions, it almost seemed like it was a chore to Sarah. Yet in other ways, she was still my loving, attentive wife.

Quite clearly I couldn't help but face the fact that she was having an affair. I didn't know whether I should confront her, but if I did and she denied it, where was I? Thus I decided to contact a private investigator, and asked him to check into my wife's activities. As I did so, I could here my voice break. I couldn't believe that my beloved Sarah could cheat on me, but the mounting facts suggested something had been going on for months. I was extremely saddened, feeling that I had lost the love of my life, or should I say, she had lost me.

Not long after that, I walked in as Sarah was undressing for bed. She quickly turned away from me and grabbed her nightgown, pulling it over her head in one motion. I couldn't believe what I thought I had seen, a completely shaved pubic mound! The nightgown she put on was semi sheer, and as she walked to the bed and climbed under the sheets, I studied her groin closely, and was convinced that my brief glimpse had been correct. Part of me was excited, after all I had urged her to do this on several occasions, but she had refused. Part of me was resigned to reality, for obviously her lover had convinced her to do so.

At the same time I was wondering how she was going to explain this one to me. Sure enough, the next evening I walked into our bathroom, to find Sarah there, naked with a razor in her hand, and remnants of shaving gel on her bare mound. "Oh Bill, you ruined my surprise" she told me, telling me how a girlfriend had convinced her to try it and see what the results were like with me. I had to admit, I was turned on, and the feel of my cheeks against her bare pussy as I licked her to orgasm soon after, was like nothing I had felt before. Yet it took everything I had not to confront her, but I knew that I needed more evidence if I was going to do what I believed I had to do.

Time passed very slowly for me as I waited to hear from the investigator. I couldn't help but think of all the good times we had together and of our child, who would be devastated. I tried to figure out how this had happened, had I failed Sarah, had I not been man enough for her, or was she just tired of me. At night after Sarah fell asleep, I would lay there, and look at her, wondering why she was doing this.

Finally, a few weeks later, the private investigator called and told me he had the evidence. I agreed to meet him on a Saturday afternoon after I dropped my daughter off at a friends house for a sleepover. I knew that Sarah wouldn't expect me home, for I usually golfed on Saturday afternoon at the Country Club.

As I prepared to meet with him, I was shaking, hoping against all hope. I prayed I would find that there was nothing to be worried about. Maybe Sarah was just going through a mid life crisis, but expecting that my fears would be realized. And that is just what happened, he told me he was sorry, and gave me the report, along with the pictures. It appears that every Thursday noon hour, Sarah was meeting with a fellow, a young French glass blower by the name of Jacques Hamel. From some interviews he had conducted with neighbours, this had apparently been going on for months. Sarah though, it appears, wasn't the only one. There were at least three others that appeared to be coming for regular visits, apparently married as well.

Somehow he also had managed to get pictures, a number of Sarah arriving in a dress sexier than she usually wore to work, being greeted with a hug and passionate kiss. He also had managed to get pictures of them in bed, and to my increasing disgust, I saw her giving him blow jobs, being eaten out, in a sixty-nine and making love in several positions.

I had been doing a lot of thinking over the last couple of months, deciding what I would do when I knew for sure that Sarah was fucking around on me. With that I headed home to confront her with the truth, and to do what needed to be done.