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By atreus50@hotmail.com

This is a factual account of how I first discovered that my wife had had sex with another man. I was on a business trip, (in fact we had not seen each other for several months), and agreed to meet my wife at the airport in another town whence we would travel on together for a holiday.
She arrived at the rendezvous the day before and booked into a hotel, as we had agreed, to wait for my arrival the next day.
Now she has never been a shrinking violet, and decided to take in a nightspot. The details of that evening, I don't know, but surmise that, of course, she met a man, another out of town visitor, but from the same city as ourselves and, knowing her, making it plain to him that she would not allow any "nonsense", agreed to spend the evening with him. That's just what she did.
They wined, dined, danced and enjoyed themselves, both delighting in the adventure while secure in the knowledge that they would never be found out.
I'm still guessing that when he took her back to her hotel, he waited long enough for my wife to collect her key, then left. All very correct, and as agreed... Except that he now knew her room number. AND...Except, that he turned up at her door some time later... and she let him in!!
It is quite apparent that they had sex together, and she loved it.
I also know that he loved it too! (which doesn't surprise me).
I duly met my wife at the airport the next day as arranged, and we traveled on to our destination and holiday just as planned. The idea of her arriving the day before, and staying overnight was to make sure she had a rest before the holiday started, but it was apparent to me all during that day that she was worn out. I also came to realize that she was on an unusual mental high. Sexually excited in a way that I had not seen for years.
Naturally, I assumed this was in anticipation of being with me on holiday. It never occurred to me then that she was actually getting over a night of great sex in which she had had several orgasms.
This excitement gradually subsided during the day, which I put down to her being tired. She told me she had been "out" the night before, and had "enjoyed"herself, both of which I approved of, but, at that stage I never suspected a thing... even though I could plainly see how excited she had been.
You can imagine my disappointment at the end of the day when she went to bed and slept solid through the whole night! Remember, I was under the impression that, like me, she had not had any sexual relief for months.
I found out about it some weeks later. I'm guessing again, but it seems my wife's "Fling" never did discover her real Christian name, but did collect our surname and address from her suitcase tag.
She must have made quite an impression and been quiet an event in his life, because he did the unforgivable and wrote to her!
Our mail one-day contained a typewritten envelope addressed to neither of us in particular, and without a second thought, I took it into my study with the rest of the mail and in due course, opened it.
Remember that the man's sole knowledge of my wife had been gained during maybe three hours socializing in places not noted for their bright lights and maybe eight hours in a hotel bedroom given almost exclusively to sex. He knew very little about her except what she looked and felt like naked, the sound of her voice, the fact that she came from the same city as he did and had been the answer to most of his sexual dreams.
His name was David Shubbert, and my wife had made such an impression on him that he was hoping she would join him again to relive the experience.
There was absolutely no doubt about his having seen her naked and having had sex with her. The details in the letter were quite explicit!
In all I think my wife would have been rather put off by the details in the letter rather than excited by it.
However, she acts physically, she doesn't have the sort of mind that delights in erotic writing. It is far more likely that she would have hated the letter and simply destroyed it.
The rest of that morning was the worst few of hours in my life. Luckily, I had the house to myself for the rest of the day, and had myself sorted out by the time my wife came home in the evening.
Much to my surprise, when I had managed to control my immediate anger and jealousy, I had to admit that my wife had done no more than I was prepared to do myself. With that idea in my head, I could live with the situation, but as the day wore on I found myself becoming more and more aroused as I thought over the scenes "David" had described in his letter.
By the end of the day I had to admit to myself that the image of my wife having sex with another man was highly erotic to me. The remaining part of that day was spent deciding what to do about the situation.
In the end, I typed another envelope, sealed the letter inside it, and re-posted it in the G.P.O. so that it re-arrived, unopened a couple of days later with a non specific franking over the stamp. That gave me a day two or three to think, and by the time I put the letter on my wife's desk I had decided to say nothing to her. But wait to see what developed.
You will probably guess. Nothing developed from that incident. My little woman would really make some kind of poker player! Not by the least sign that I could detect did I find out when she opened her letter, or what effect it had on her... ever! But it certainly effected me...
My strongest, and most recurrent sexual fantasy is now the thought of watching my wife have sex with another man.
As time passed, I came to realize that I was gaining a great deal of pleasure in fantasies about her activities. Most of them in some detail, and prompted by the original letter from David.
I was never brave enough to reveal my knowledge, and after a year or so, and my discovery of her second indiscretion, I started to realize that my thoughts were more than a fantasy... I wanted to see it happen in the flesh.
I hope to arrange someway to watch when she inevitably strays again. I can't wait to she her beautiful body being used by another man. I cream my shorts if I think long enough about what it would be like to see that.