I’ll start by saying that my name is John, I’m a 36 years old white guy with a passion for sports, fishing, climbing, travelling and always looking for adventure. Other than that, I’ve been married to my wife Sophie, a nice looking 34 years old lady for ten years. That’s the only marriage both of us had and I strive to believe that it was love what got us to that point back then.

And I still believe there’s some love left between us, maybe not as much as at the beginning but still. I can say I still love her and there’s no real evidence to make me think it would be different for her.

But… a couple of days ago, I had a pretty ugly experience I could say. Some old good friend of mine called me and asked me if I could help him choose a couple of things he needed in order to improve the look of his garden. Having nothing planned for that day, I said yes, especially knowing Sophie won’t be home as she was going to work that day, so I met him and we went to the local store to look around for things that could make his garden look better.

After we met, we decided to go with his car as the space was enough for him to deposit what we were going to buy. After a couple of minutes of driving down the main street in the down, I see Sophie walking into a coffee shop with a younger guy, tall, muscular and almost shaking her right hand.

All of a sudden I tell my friend Brian to stop the car and let me there as something was going on. Of course her was confused and asked me what was wrong, but I just left the car telling him I’ll call him later on to tell him about it.

So from that moment on I became some sort of private detective, trying to follow Sophie and the mysterious guy she was talking to in that coffee shop. At first I was calm, telling myself he could be some work colleague, but as the time was passing and watching her smiling so hot to him and then letting him taking her hand in his and kissing it, I was pretty much sure something WRONG was going on… definitely.

I was there watching them for about ten minutes when they decided to leave. The strange thing for me was they left the coffee shop and continued walking together like Sophie was very relaxed, having nothing to hide, having no fear anyone who knew me or her could see her in a mysterious company.
I followed them carefully, trying to stay off the radar and make sure she wouldn’t see me, I was not worried about that guy as I was pretty sure he didn’t know me. So I walked behind them for like a mile to the first hotel that showed up. Surprise… Sophie took the younger dude’s hand and they both went into the hotel. I was watching from outside as they got a room and since the trinket was big enough I was able to see the room number… 215.

Soon after they left reception I entered the hotel as well and decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, risking questions from the hotel staff regarding my presence there.

The funny thing is that remembering all these details, I strive to believe I should try a career in private spying, most likely I’d succeed.

Reaching the 2nd floor where room 215 was found, I looked around and noticed nobody was on that corridor. Good for me indeed. That made me go straight to the door holding the number 215 and trying to listen to anything that could have been said inside. Bad luck, all I was hearing was the sound of the a turned on shower.

Without thinking much, I twisted the ratchet and stepped into the room. Definitely I was carefully, stepping so that I was not making any sound, trying to avoid being noticed.
After taking a look in the room and seeing neither Sophie or her new “sex toy”, I went to the bathroom.

That was the moment I felt bad physically and emotionally, I think I was about to fell down, but I found the power to stand up. The bathroom door was half opened and I was easy to look inside. I noticed Sophie’s completely naked body through the steam and the next moment a pair of powerful arms wrapping around it.

The dude was naked too, I could clearly see him playing with her nice soft boobs, stroking them, licking her nipples and making them become hard like I perfectly knew it. Also, I could see his prick, it was pretty much and got hard, most likely he was excited and waiting to stick it deep and hard into my… wife.

Not a pleasant view for sure, but I was tough enough to say nothing, just stay there and watch as she was having a lot of fun with that stranger. The thing is I was not feeling too bad at that moment, I was kind of getting used to it if I could say so. Some part of me was actually happy that she was having a good time, although I don’t believe she was not having good times with me in terms of sex, but that was all her choice.

So, after playing a bit with her tits, the dude turned her around and… slipped his massive dong into her asshole. That was shocking, I never had anal sex with her in ten years of marriage, not that I didn’t want it, but I always told myself I should not try it, being afraid that she might feel bad about it. Ah, I was totally uninspired about that, as the dude started pushing it deeper and deeper making her scream … most likely she was feeling pleasure, having nothing to object about it.

After twenty minutes of hard ass fucking she went down of her knees and she took all that monster in her mouth. She sucked it for another ten minutes or so until the guy screamed and got his rocks off on her pretty face. That was a messy scene that made me stop watching and leaving the room carefully, just like I entered it. I was sure none of them noticed me and that was a big plus for me for the discussion I was about to have later on that day, when she came back home from… work.