Infidelity Exposed 4.7/5 (60)

Nothing compares to the excitement of secretly watching your wife being unfaithful!

This is a true story that happened to me some years ago.

The Background

My name is David and I’m married to an incredibly beautiful, sexy and sensuous woman named Abbey. I had married Abbey after knowing her for quite a while. Our relationship was an on and off affair. I did the chasing and it was a real battle to win her over. I finally fucked her when she was 18, at my 21st birthday party.

We split up and it was not until about a year later that we started going out again. Being a good snoop and from carefully reading her diaries, I knew she had been fucked by half-a-dozen guys in the meantime. That’s not surprising as she is tall (about 5’9″), blonde, curvy, with deliciously soft D cup tits.

One of my favourite features is her legs, which are long and her calf muscles are beautifully shaped. Abbey has a Scandinavian type complexion and is very pretty as well. Needless to say, attracting men has never been a problem for her!

We got engaged and I had to move away for work. Lurking in the back of my mind was the nagging doubt that she would not be faithful. It was a feeling that created feelings of jealousy, anger and arousal. Abbey came to see me after about six months apart, and from going through her handbag I found a list containing two columns with my name at the top of one and another guy’s at the top of another.

It was a list containing our respective good/bad points! I confronted Abbey with the list and she started to cry. She admitted had come to break off our engagement, but once she saw me again she realized she couldn’t.

She also admitted she was fucking the other guy and had started about a month after I had left. In fact, they had had kinky sex the night before – naked together on a plastic drop sheet with a bottle of baby oil. Abbey was on the pill and she admitted he was cumming inside her.

Needless to say, from that moment on I was always suspicious, but never had hard evidence that she was playing up. We got married and this story begins in year four of our marriage.

The Adventure

Abbey was working at a local newspaper company and the department she worked in consisted mainly of men, a few of whom were unattached. Abbey is quite a social butterfly and enjoys going out, particularly on the weekend after work. By this stage in our marriage there was a little bit of tension; even though we didn’t fight, it seemed to me that Abbey was getting restless.

In particular, two guys, Pat and Tim seemed to be her favorites and she seemed to always enjoy socializing with them. Needless to say, on our nights out when we were socializing with them, I could sense a fair bit of sexual tension and I was usually the one wanting to call it a night and go home.

One weekend some of her workmates arranged to go camping at a nearby river. It was an “arrive Saturday, spend the day waterskiing, drinking, and then having a barbecue and a night of drinking” kind of weekend. The afternoon went well enough and we had pitched our tent and joined in the fun.

Later that night the party was still going and quite a bit of beer, bourbon and rum had been drunk. Abbey was right in her element, partying hard and enjoying the very social atmosphere. She was wearing tight fitting shorts which highlighted her long tanned legs and a semi transparent white top that clearly showed the outline of her bra, that was bulging as it struggled to contain her big tits.

By 11.30 I was ready to call it a night. I was hoping to fuck Abbey back at the tent. Abbey was in no mood to come, and said she wanted to stay a bit longer. I reluctantly agreed and went back to the tent. I lay down and all the doubts and worries began to race through my mind. I took out my cock and began to slowly stroke. I held off climaxing in case Abbey showed up and I could unload in her. Sleep was out of the question.

At about 12.30 the music was turned off and I expected Abbey at any moment. After ten minutes I got out of the tent and went to see where she was. The main camp was deserted. People had drifted off to their respective tents, with the exception of Tim who was asleep in his bean bag,

with his can of bourbon and cola still in his hand. My mind was racing. Where was Abbey? Who was she with? What were they doing?

I walked to the edge of the camp, where I could see down the river bank to the water. I could see a couple of figures swimming, one of whom I guessed was Abbey. The main bank of the river, where the camp was situated, was a long way from the water. About Twenty feet below the main bank was a second bank, which was actually quite wide and flat.

About five feet below it was the water. There was a track going down to the water and the boat and trailer were parked on the second bank near where the swimmers were. Luckily it was a full moon and visibility was excellent.

I decided to observe what was happening. I retraced my steps back to our tent and then went down the main river bank to the second bank, which luckily was in places quiet grassy. Most of the grass was very short, almost like a lawn, but there were several areas where the grass was about two feet tall.

Once I reached the second bank, I crouched low and sneaked along the bank closer to where they were. I found a good position in tallish grass about 20 yards from where they were swimming and where they would have to get out of the water.

From this close I could clearly see them. It was Abbey and Pat. The moonlight was such that it made the water phosphorescent, and I could see in clear detail. Abbey had stripped down to her bra and panties and Pat just had his shorts on. They were in waist deep water and were just splashing around.

It was only about two minutes later that they started to get out. My heart was racing at maximum pace and my breathing was deafening. I was sure they would hear me or see me. I pressed flatter to the ground Pat sat on the boat trailer and Abbey dried herself with her shirt. I was expecting her to put it on, but instead she dropped it and went to Pat at the trailer.

He sat back more and motioned for her to come and lean against him. She did. It was a half lean, half sit on his knee kind of pose. It would have been just a touch chilly out of the water, as there was a slight breeze.

They were talking quietly and I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Only snatches of conversation drifted over. By this stage my senses and emotions were in overdrive. I could see where this could be heading. My emotions were divided.

I wanted to race over and grab Abbey and take her back to the tent. On the other hand I wanted to witness her being unfaithful…watch her having sex with another man. I slowly released my throbbing cock and began a slow irregular stroke, being careful not to cum.

Their discussion seemed to be getting more earnest and Abbey snuggled closer. A few words wafted my way. I heard Pat say “…that special night..” and then he looped an arm around her. I stopped my stroking for a moment to avoid cumming. Then Pat leaned down and Abbey turned her head upwards.

They kissed! It was not a peck on the cheek, but a full kiss and I could see from it that their tongues would be entwining and probing each other’s mouth. They broke apart and I could hear Abbey giggle. Pat had now moved his arm that he had around her and was cupping her right breast.

I had no doubt what was going to happen. It was decision time. I couldn’t move.

Then I hear Abbey say, “I can’t.” Then they kissed again and more words were exchanged. They both got up and bent and picked up their clothes. I gave a silent sigh of relief. It was over. But I was wrong!

Pat took Abbey by the hand and they began to walk straight towards me. I froze! I was sure to be discovered! I prepared to jump up and act the angry husband and go on the attack. Then they stopped at a section of two inch grass and dropped the clothes. I was no more than ten yards away!

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