Saturday was a day of enlightenment, a day of discovery, a day when I learned the cost of being complacent.

The day started the same as any other Saturday.  Marge and I got up, had breakfast and read the morning paper together; I cut the grass and washed Marge's car and by then it was 10a.m and Tom arrived to pick me up for our standing golf game.  I kissed Marge goodbye, threw my clubs in the trunk of Tom's car and we headed for the golf course.  We were in the pro-shop buying golf balls when Tom's cell phone rang.  He took the call and I noticed his face cloud over as he listened to the caller.  He put the phone back into his pocket; "I've got to cancel out today.  Joyce was just hit by another car and I have to go and get her.  You want to stay and see if you can find a foursome?"  I told him no, just to drop me back at my house.  He dropped me in front of my house and I carried my golf bag into the garage.  I went in the side door of the house and made the decision that was to change my life - I went down into the basement instead of going up into the kitchen.  If I had gone up into the kitchen Marge would have known I was home and would have found a way to stop what was about to happen and I might never have found out what I did.

I was at my workbench when I heard the front doorbell ring followed by feet running down the stairs. The door opened and I heard a male voice say:

 "Good morning beautiful, and don't you just look good enough to eat." 

I heard Marge laugh, "Not now, maybe later.  Right now all I want is to feel your marvelous cock inside me.  I'll race you to bed.”

I heard feet running up the stairs.  I waited long enough to make sure that they had time to get to the bedroom and then I went up to the kitchen.  I sat down on a kitchen chair and took off my shoes and then I silently made my way over to the bottom of the staircase.  There was no way I could go all the way up the stairs without being seen, but I would be able to get almost to the top and be in a position to listen.

If you really want to know true agony you need to sit and listen to the wife that you have loved for fifteen years make love to another man when she doesn't know you are there. I heard her say things to him that she had never, not once in fifteen years, said to me.  She begged him to fuck her, a word she had never uttered in my presence.  Other words I'd never heard from her such as cock, cunt, pussy, tits and ass flowed from her like water from a turned on faucet.  I had a very hard time believing that it was my Marge in that bedroom.

I am not a patient man.  Someone else might have left, waited for the lover to leave, and then come back to confront the wife.  Not me!  I went downstairs to my den and opened the bottom drawer of my desk, took out the Colt 1911A1, checked the clip to make sure it was full, and racked the slide back and then let it take the top round home. I had no intention of shooting either of the lovebirds, but I had no idea who the guy might be, and if he decided to be macho I wanted to be able to park his ass.  I tucked the .45 in my belt and headed back up the stairs. 

I walked to the bedroom doorway and then just stood there and waited to be noticed.  Marge was on her knees; head resting on her arms and the guy was behind her pumping away.  Marge was moaning:

 "Fuck me, fuck me baby, that’s so good, fuck my ass baby, fuck my ass." 

Now I was getting really pissed.  I had tried for years to get Marge to try anal sex and she had always said no, that it was too disgusting and she could never do such a thing, and there she was on her knees and begging for it.  I watched for nearly five minutes and neither one of them ever looked my way, and like I said, I am not a patient man.

 "Hurry it up Jack and get your nuts off, or just get off of her, I don't care which, but do it now!" I said in a voice loud enough to cut through their lust. 

The guy jerked his head toward me and I got my second surprise of the day - it was Billy Harpe, the eighteen year old son of our next door neighbor.  It wasn't bad enough that Marge was fucking around on me, she was robbing the cradle to do it.  Christ!  He was fifteen years her junior.  Billy's dick must have gone limp the second he heard my voice; he was off the bed and grabbing his clothes in less time than it took me to make my opening statement.  When he had all his clothes I motioned him toward the door and he took off like his ass was on fire and he needed to find water to sit in.  Marge never looked up.  She buried her face in a pillow and didn't move.  When I heard the front door close and Marge still hadn't looked up, I turned and went back downstairs, put the Colt away, and went into the kitchen where I made myself a very, very stiff drink.

I was sitting at the kitchen table nursing my drink when Marge finally came down.  She was wearing a shapeless old bathrobe, she had been crying and the tears had done a number on her make-up.  She looked like a circus clown and I probably would have laughed if I weren't so pissed.  She made herself a drink and sat down opposite me.  I looked at her and she looked at her glass.  The silence stretched out for minutes before she said:

 "I'm sorry."

 I just looked at her. 

"I didn't mean for it to happen.  He was here helping me mo…"

I interrupted her, " I don't care how it happened, and I'm only mildly curious as to how long it has been going on.  What I want to know is why?"  Marge started to say something, then stopped and took another pull on her drink.  "I mean, I hear my friends and co-workers whining about how they only get laid once or twice a month and about how the quality has gone downhill since the honeymoon.  Christ!  You and I have sex four and five times a week, and I'm supposed to believe that I'm so bad in bed that you have to go after teenage boys?  Jesus Marge, you are fifteen years older than that boy." 

Marge looked up; "You just said it."  "What?" I asked.  "You just said it.  We have sex four or five times a week.  We don't make love anymore, there is no tenderness involved, all it has been for the last three or four years is wam-bam- thank you mam.  You haven't given me an orgasm in over four years.  You just climb on, use me for a sperm receptacle and get off."

 That hit me between the eyes - hard.  When I thought about it, she was right.  Somewhere along the line I'd bought into the "if it's good for me it must have been good for you" school of thought.  She had a point, but I was still pissed.

 "I'm supposed to believe that an eighteen year old kid is Casanova, the Great Lover?"

 "Not hardly" she replied, "but he was willing to learn and I was willing to teach him if it would help me get my needs met."

  I just shook my head.  "Your needs!  Explain to me a few things.  I listened to you beg him to fuck you.  I heard you say tell him that you couldn't wait to feel his marvelous cock inside you.  You told him your 'pussy was wondrously full'.  You never, in all our years of marriage used those words around me." 

She grimaced, "I don't know why I never used them before, they just felt natural with him." 

I stared at her.  "I've asked you several times over the years to try anal sex and you always said you could never do anything so disgusting, yet I stood there and listened to you beg him to fuck you in the ass."

 Marge lowered her head, "I'm sorry about that.  I never knew how good it could be.  I didn't mean for that to happen either.  One day, when he had me really hot, he put a finger in my ass and it felt good so he worked his thumb in and that felt good too, and then his dick went in and it felt great.  I would have said yes to you the next time you asked."  She hesitated a moment before asking, "Is there going to be a next time for us?"

 "Why would you want a next time with someone who's so bad in bed that you have to look for lovers?" 

Marge gave me a very wicked smile, "I was teaching Billy.  I can probably teach you if you are willing to work at it." 

I contemplated her for a moment, "If I know teenagers as well as I think I do, Billy is going to want to come back for more of what you have been giving him.  How are you going to handle that?"

 Marge smiled, "I've got enough for both of you.  The question is, how do you want me to handle it?" 

I just looked at her for a second or two and then said, “If I ever catch you fucking another guy again I’ll toss your ass out of the house.  You get a bye on this one, but it had better never happen again.  When can I have my first lesson?"

  Marge gave me a big smile, "I'll race you to bed" and she started to get up.  I grabbed her arm:

 "I just had a sudden thought.  Did Billy cum before I scared him off?"

 She nodded, "Twice, and he was working on another when he pulled out." 

I grinned at her, "I've never had sloppy seconds from my wife before" and I took off running for the bed.