The Virtues of Infidelity

VI.

Paul Charles worked for a large development company that bought big tracts of land and subdivided them into parcels for resale to developers. They built the backbone, roads, utilities, and sometimes mass-graded the parcels but built no homes themselves. Each subdivision required massive amounts of paperwork and supervision to comply with all the arcane legal regulations and court precedents that governed home building in California. Developers who screwed up the process got sued, sometimes out of existence, so Paul had to devote all his attention to this job, no matter how much he sympathized with Kathy's loneliness.

Well, maybe sympathy wasn't the best word. He understood it, but bit by bit he was losing his inclination to care. Over the last year or so he had begun to realize that his wife was no longer attractive to him in a sexual way. It wasn't that he didn't think she was beautiful, he knew she was. It was that plain vanilla sex no longer did much for him and what was more frustrating was that he had no idea what would relight his interest in her. He suspected something was there but couldn't put his finger on it. To his relief Kathy was bugging him for sex less and less lately, so maybe he wasn't the only one who felt like this but that thought depressed him. They were only in their early thirties and that was too young to be losing interest in sex. Maybe they needed a vacation, some kind of change, something to knock them out of this rut.

Once again, he had to work on Saturday. He couldn't remember when he last had a day off but this deal they were working on was consuming all of his time. As he was getting dressed, he dropped his wallet and it bounced under the bed, he squatted down and reached under the dust cover trying to find it. He found his wallet but he also found something else, some unfamiliar wad of green fabric. He pulled it out and realized that it was a garter belt the one from that outfit Kathy had worn for him about six months ago the one he hadn't liked and hadn't seen since. He wondered had it been here all this time? No, as he thought about it now, he remembered that Kathy had gotten upset at his reaction to the outfit, and had thrown it all angrily into her closet. So what was it doing here, she had worn it only once he was sure of that, well, at least only once for him. As the possibility dawned on him, he stared at the garter belt, could she possibly be having an affair? God knew she wasn't getting as much sex as she wanted, she had made that clear but he thought she understood why he had to work so much. He dropped the garter belt to the floor and kicked it back under the bed.

In the kitchen Kathy was waiting with a cup of coffee in a travel mug, she handed it to him, and he regarded it blankly.

"Are you going to be gone all day?"

"I think so, I should be back at dinnertime."

"Okay."

No doubt about it, she was waiting for him to leave, "What are you going to do?"

There it was a flash of something... uncertainty, nervousness maybe. She had paused just a split-second to formulate a response.

"Um, I don't know. I thought I'd do some gardening."

He looked down at his coffee and forced himself to take a sip, "All right, I'll see you tonight."

She gave him a peck on the cheek and a pat on the back but it was a pat in the direction of the door, she wanted him gone.

He went out to his car and drove down the block, then stopped on the corner and shut off the engine. He turned on his phone and called his boss feigning a "****** emergency," he begged out of work that day., his boss didn't like it but didn't argue. He sat on the corner for nearly an hour watching his house, but nothing happened. Two or three times he started the car to leave deciding he was imagining things but each time he saw his wife's face as he left. Then just before ten, he saw a kid pushing a lawn mower down the street. He was high school-aged probably, and Paul didn't give him any real thought until he stopped in front of their house and went to the door as Paul watched in disbelief, he walked in without knocking.

'Jesus Christ,' he thought, 'It's the yard boy, the kid who mowed the lawn, she's screwing the goddamned yard boy.' He sat there in a daze for five or ten minutes before getting out of the car and walking back to the house he had no idea what to do he was vacillating between killing them both and going to work and trying to forget the entire thing.

When he got to the front door he found that the kid had left it ajar in his eagerness. He pushed it open slowly and closed it behind him from upstairs, he could hear moaning, and recognized it as Kathy's cries of passion, they were already busy! Very slowly he worked his way up the stairs the door to their bedroom was partially closed, so he dropped to his knees to peer in through the gap at a lower lever to avoid being detected.

Both of them were naked. Kathy was on the bed with the kid's face buried between her legs. Neither of them was paying the slightest attention to anything but each other. Kathy was moaning holding his head in place and rolling her hips up at him. With a loud cry, Kathy shuddered in orgasm. She thrashed under the kid's attentions for several seconds before pushing him off and he climbed up the bed and lay next to her.

Paul remained where he was watching as Kathy sat up and began sucking the kid's penis. With a stab of jealousy, Paul realized the kid was quite a bit bigger than he was... was that what Kathy was after? Soon the jealousy began slowly morphing into something else scarcely able to believe it Paul realized he was getting an erection as he watched his wife gobbling the kid's thick cock.

Kathy sat back, threw a leg over the kid's waist, and began to ride him energetically. Paul's gaze remained fixed involuntarily watching his wife screwing some kid half her age. The two of them were soon moaning together and thrashing around on the bed. Kathy reached another orgasm, throwing herself to the side. They rolled over and the kid mounted her and began fucking her roughly, Paul found himself enjoying the scene taking his dick out and stroking it as he watched the kid cry out and planted his cum deep inside Kathy. Aghast at what he had seen and done Paul struggled to his feet and slipped downstairs praying that they hadn't seen him, he ducked out the front door and walked rapidly to his car.

Every rational piece of Paul's mind rebelled at what he had seen, Kathy was cheating on him, Kathy was fucking another man, Kathy was unfaithful. He should be outraged, He should be on the phone with his lawyer. But he couldn't drive that image of the two of them out of his head and the fact that he had gotten turned on at the idea of his wife screwing someone else.

With nothing else to do, Paul went to work and for a few hours, he managed to lose himself in the job though he kept pausing to think about what had happened. Again and again, he tried to convince himself to be upset, to be angry but he wasn't. So what next would he confront her and stop the affair, then an idea began to form slowly in his head a crazy idea at first, but it was no crazier than the rest of this.

VII.

Paul turned this idea over in his head the following week trying to decide what to do. He had a feeling that Kathy was seeing this kid during the week but had no way of knowing when so the only day he knew of was Saturday when the kid mowed their lawn. Paul knew Kathy was giving him one hell of a tip afterward so he would have to wait until then.

He rose that morning fully expecting to see what he did when he got to the kitchen, Kathy waiting with a cup of coffee.

"How long are you going to be today?"

"All day. I'm sorry."

She nodded, that was not disappointment he saw in her eyes as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

"It's okay, I'll see you tonight."

"Bye."

"Bye, honey."

He went out to his car and backed out of the garage. He drove down the street stopping on the corner and casually walked walked back to the house.

He watched the windows closely as he approached but saw nothing. He slipped quietly through the side door listening for any sound, hearing the shower going upstairs he moved as carefully as he could upstairs. and ducked inside the closet positioning himself as best he could and waited.

His heart refused to stop pounding in agitation, especially once he heard the shower stop, he could hear his wife walking around the room, getting ready. For nearly an hour Paul sat uncomfortably in his closet. He could hear Kathy moving around but did not dare peek out for fear of being seen. Then things were quiet for about five minutes. then he heard the front door open, and someone climbing the stairs.

"Hello, Casey."

'So that was the kid's name.' Paul thought.

"Hi."

Unable to wait any longer Paul opened the door slightly. His wife was leaning on her dresser, facing the door to their bedroom, she wore only a silk camisole that barely covered her, he couldn't see the kid yet.

Kathy raised her right leg, putting her foot on the bed and lifting the edge of her camisole, "I shaved my pussy for you, do you like it?"

Paul gasped, this was not Kathy, his stable, professional wife she had never acted like this with him.

The kid came into view moaning in anticipation. When he got close Kathy extended her arm holding him off. The kid dropped to his knees and attacked Kathy's sex with his mouth. Kathy leaned back taking his head in her hands the kid was going crazy, moaning as he licked at Kathy. Kathy scooted back on the dresser, putting her other foot over the kid's shoulder. She whimpered and began to shake under Casey's attack until finally she cried out, thrashing in climax, and pushed him off.

Paul knew he could not masturbate in the closet it would make too much noise exposing his presents he had masturbated in the bathroom that morning to not get an hard but the action in his bedroom still stimulated him and he knew later he would need to relieve his sexual tension again.

Kathy dropped to the floor in front of him digging his stiff cock out of his jeans she stroked it a few times as she looked up at Casey, "What do you say, Casey?"

"Uh, suck my cock, I want you to suck my cock."

Kathy's mouth then descended onto his penis. Most of it disappeared into her before she pulled back. Paul was mesmerized, he watched her bob on his cock and could see her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him. Casey was oblivious to everything but his penis as he held Kathy's head. She massaged Casey's balls while sucking on him until Casey cried out, legs shaking and started to cum. he watched as Casey's cum shot into his wife's mouth and he could see Kathy's throat convulsing as she swallowed. Paul leaned back against his clothes, trying to catch his breath, he had been holding it without realizing it the entire time and he didn't want to think about why. A minute or two later, he recovered enough to look back out the door. The two of them were on the bed caressing each other. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying but he could see Kathy playing with Casey's cock bringing him back to erection within a few minutes.

Kathy straddled the kid as Paul had seen her do the week before his angle was perfect he could see right up between the kid's legs where that fat cock was slamming into his wife. Kathy and Casey were taking their time moving slowly. Kathy rode the kid in a smooth rhythm he watched her leaning back and begin to rub herself, "Do you like that, Casey? I'm getting myself off for you watch me."

He watched his wife masturbating over Casey's cock. He watched as she shuddered, shook in orgasm falling forward onto his chest. Casey rolled her over, but she refused to allow him to simply mount her instead she rolled on her stomach pushing her buttocks at him. Paul was surprised by this since Kathy had never once indicated a desire for anal sex with him. He watched in amazement as Kathy reached under herself with a hand full of lube and guided Casey's cock up to her ass while coating it with the lube. Casey fumbled with her for a moment, he could see Kathy trying to stretch herself open, trying to expose herself to him until Casey forced himself in, Paul watched as that fat cock disappeared into his wife's ass. Kathy kept her hand under herself and began masturbating as Casey slid awkwardly in and out of her. She cried out bracing herself against the headboard with her free hand as she and Casey closed in on another orgasm. Casey spurting his cum into Kathy's ass sitting off a violent orgasmic spasm in Kathy.

Paul was now emotionally drained, too drained to do anything he watched as Kathy and Casey somehow fucked a third time a few minutes later. Then finally the kid left and Kathy got into the shower. Paul slipped out of the closet and left the house as quickly as he could.

VIII.

Kathy stood under the spray, trying to let the glow of their lovemaking persist as long as possible. What had possessed her to offer her ass to Casey the way she had? She had never really been attracted to anal sex, but all of sudden, when she was riding Casey cowgirl the idea popped into her head. Drops of his come were still dribbling out of her as she tried to clean herself with her fingers. She knew she was close to losing it over Casey. She knew he was in love with her, teenage love at least. He had as much as said so. She cared about him, but all she loved about him was his cock and stamina. One of these days she was going to try to fuck him until he was unable to get it up anymore, just to see if she could. She realized she had not made love with Paul for over three weeks. She would be ovulating again soon because she knew that had been the last time the two of them were together this meant that she and Casey had to take a break, or she would have to figure out some protection to use.

She wondered if Paul had noticed her change of mood, no longer seeming to care about their not having sex. She wondered at his reaction, were he to find out the truth? Finishing her shower she began to dry off still running all that was happening through her mind. After digging a bra and panty out of her dresser, she went to her closet and tried to decide what to wear for the rest of the day. She was picking through her blouses when something caught her attention. What was that smell she turned around sniffing it was sweat and Paul's aftershave, no not sweat it was the smell of Paul when aroused, no question. She had known that odor since their first time over four years ago. Convinced that Paul had left some dirty clothes somewhere and why would they smell like Pauls sexual pheromones was he cheating with someone from the office, that would explain a lot but then 'look in the mirror, Kathy,' she told herself. She tried to find where the scent was coming from first she went toward the bed but the smell faded. She turned around, sniffing again, and took a step back toward the bathroom, there it was again, she stood between her closet and Paul's and knew the smell was right around there somewhere. She leaned closer to Paul's closet and the smell intensified. She slid back the door the smell was twice as intense she inspected the closet floor in the back for dirt clothes until she noticed that the smell was coming from most if not all his clean clothes hanging on hangers, all of them smelled of Paul's sexual pheromones and aftershave and it was strong meaning it was fresh. In shock, she sat down and leaned against her closet door, 'What was going on?' her heart began to pound in fear, and she felt her body tensing up. There was only one possibility, as incredible as it seemed she closed her eyes and began to shake as the reality of it unfolded in her head. 'Paul knew!' Paul had come back home and hidden in the closet while she was with Casey, he had watched them, watched, and became aroused watching them fuck. Nervous convulsions began to rack her body, she buried her head in her hands and began rocking back and forth sobbing, "No, no, no, no, no," She tried to tell herself this had not happened he had not been in the closet it was her imagination, guilt, "Oh God," she sobbed, "Please, please, please, please, no!"

About an hour later, she had recovered enough to think about what had happened, 'Had Paul been hiding in the closet watching and getting aroused enough to leave his scent all over the closet, had he come back and hidden himself in the closet to watch her having sex with Casey and how did he know she was cheating with Casey to start with and why didn't he confront her why hide in the closet and watch?'

For some reason beyond her comprehension, Paul was aroused at her infidelity, aroused enough to want to do something that crazy. She could not confront him with this she could not go to him and tell him that she knew that he knew and what he did when she was doing what she did with Casey would not go over well for her. He knows she began pushing it down in her mind, maybe this was all her imagination. Maybe, just maybe, if she ignored this whole thing, it would go away.

A few days later Kathy had been unable to sense anything different with Paul. He was working so much that it would have been hard to detect anything in him anyway. She would lie in bed at night next to him wondering what was going through his head, wondering why the idea of her having sex with another man aroused him instead of making him irate.

Wednesday night, she forced herself to snuggle with him to indicate her desire for sex, at first, she thought he would reject her as he usually did but then she remembered that she was ovulating.

"Honey, we need to, it's time."

"Oh, you mean..."

"Yeah, we can be quick about it if you want?"

It was dark, so she couldn't quite read his reaction, "Okay."

She cuddled with him trying to drive all thoughts of Casey out of her brain. He kissed her for about thirty seconds, then pushed up her nightshirt to get at her breasts. When they had first been dating he had been obsessed with them lavishing all kinds of attention on them. Now, he would suck on her nipples for about ten seconds each before mounting her. It was all mechanical there were no emotions, no lust or love what Paul was doing was going through the motions. Kathy now knew for sure that he knew and had been in the closet, she reached for his penis, discovering to her surprise that he was completely flaccid, "Is something wrong?"

"Uh," he didn't answer her right away, "I don't know."

She slipped under the covers and took him into her mouth sucking on him eagerly, trying to ignore her feelings and fears wanting to run away from him out of the bedroom in tears she worked on him for a few minutes, but nothing seemed to happen, "I'm sorry, I guess I'm tired."

She sighed, "It's all right," but it wasn't this was it he knows and he is so discussed with her that he no longer has any desire for her, he could not even get hard! In her mind now his "All this work lately," excuse was just that an excuse for his total disdain for her, "It's all right, honey. I understand," and she did as she went into the bathroom and closed the door with tears in her eyes.