I Found my Wife on MarriedHookup

Wendy seemed to cringe as she said, "Who said there was an affair? Jennifer just said they grew apart."

"Then it must have been Jennifer." I responded.

The topic clearly left Wendy a little shaken. I was glad it was her stomach churning as mine had been upset for days. Her sensitivity reaffirmed there were things going on she was not sharing.

We talked about the kids and work the remainder of dinner and we both settled down. As soon as I had the babysitter out the door at home I grabbed Wendy as she tried to go and change out of her skirt and pulled her over the arm of the family room couch. As she protested I was pulling the back of her skirt up to her waist with one hand while holding her down with the other. As she babbled about waking the kids and needing to go to our room I was fondling her ass and working her panties down.

When my fingers penetrated her wet slit and went to work her protests turned to whimpers. The hand that had been holding her back down took advantage of her submission and was now sliding under her blouse to fondle her 38C breasts. I spent several minutes aggressively massaging her breasts and nipples while my fingers probed her pussy. I paused briefly to remove my clothes as she laid face down and bare ass up over the arm of the couch.

I lined up beside the couch and slid my rock hard 6 inches into her doggy style in a single stroke then proceeded to pound her pussy and slam my groin into those gorgeous ass cheeks. It didn't take long for Wendy to be squirming and squealing near orgasm. I stroked harder and deeper with my hands pulling her hips helping to pull her even tighter onto my cock. And Wendy came with her familiar tremors which pushed me over the top sending several streams of hot cum deep in her womb. We both collapsed on the couch to recover and later made our way to bed, spent for the night.

I woke up with morning wood about 7:30. I grabbed the lotion bottle on the nightstand and proceeded to slather a generous amount on Wendy's naked breasts enjoying massaging them and seeing her nipples respond. With Wendy still half asleep I straddled her and slid my erection into the valley between her breasts. I used her cleavage to massage my cock and was soon giving her a vigorous titty fuck. My usual routine was to then fuck her pussy but that day I decided to take my pleasure how I wanted and continued the tit fucking eventually unloaded several hot streams of cum on her cleavage and face. Wendy finished waking up with her face coated with hot cum.

As Wendy grabbed for the kleenex on the night stand she asked what brought that on. I told her being gone a week and coming home to my hot wife in a sexy miniskirt turned me on. I was tempted to tell her that seeing her act like a slut online made me want to treat her like one at home.

Sunday was spent with the kids in family activities and the week was busy with me in town and her and the kids with several activities. I couldn't imagine her having time to screen her profile responses or carryout any other mischief as I watched her closely. On Wednesday I did check the computer and the keystroke program and confirmed that she hadn't been on Marriedhookup but she had checked her email. This revealed her email password and allowed me to log in to her email from any machine so I could check for any possible shenanigans.

Thursday night I had a meeting and didn't get home till after Wendy was in bed. I checked the computer and sure enough, with me out of the house she has spent over an hour on the hookup website. The good news was she had rejected 32 inquiries but had responded to 3. One was my Henry profile. She responded with a note, "Sounds like a possibility, let me know when you will be in the area or near Milwaukee and we will see if we can get together.

Another was a similar response to another man and the third was someone she had communicated with before. Her note to Jim said, "Sorry I chickened out on our get together two weeks ago. I'm new to this and still very anxious about following thru. I am excited but afraid. You are right I didn't keep my commitment to fulfill your fantasy. Given the time and expense you incurred your request for photos seems fair. I will attach a couple of photos to an email and send it to the address you sent. If you are still interested after looking at the photos let me know the next time you are in town and I will see if I am available and ready. P.S. would be nice to get some photos of you in return."

My heart ached after reading the email but I had a raging hard on and couldn't wait to log on to Wendy's email and see what she sent.

It was clear that Wendy hadn't physically cheated yet but she was clearly thinking about it and enjoying the flirting and being pursued and lusted after by the guys. I logged on to Wendy's email next and searched her folders. I noticed some emails with Jennifer and checked those out first.

It was clear that Jennifer was the instigator and had encourage and helped Wendy to set up her profile. It seemed that Jennifer had been using the site to make connections for a long time and she seemed to enjoy bragging to Wendy about the hot sex she was getting from near anonymous guys. Virtually every Monday Jennifer had sent an email with a report on getting shagged by various guys in various places over the weekend. Jennifer was clearly a slut and taunting Wendy to have a fling implying everybody did and I was probably hitting on other women during all my time away from home.

I had a hard on as I read the emails and envisioned Jennifer or Wendy getting a lustful loveless hard fuck by some horny stranger.

I trembled as I opened the email in Wendy's sent box to the stranger named Jim that Wendy had stood up but apologized to by sending photos. I opened the first photo as my heart was practically beating out of my chest. Wendy, still in the blond wig that must have been Jennifer's and sunglasses, still in the white skirt but with her blouse removed and a relatively sheer bra covering her breasts. In addition to generous cleavage from the skimpy bra cups, her aureoles and nipples were clearly visible thru the sheer fabric and Wendy had a come-fuck-me smile on her face. It was hot but not pornographic.

The second image was Wendy still with the wig and glasses but this time dressed in a black bra, panty, garter and stocking set.

Wendy probably didn't realize the enlarged photo clearly showed her pussy cameltoe and aroused nipples thru the shear tight fabric. I had not seen the ensemble before. The bitch was showing off in lingerie that she didn't wear for her husband.

It was the kind of photo that would encourage most men to travel half way across the country for the prospect of seeing what was under that sexy lingerie. It was the kind of photo that could wreck most marriages and the kind that could get someone fired. It was stupid to send to a stranger - but God it was hot.

I had accumulated enough screenshots to have a pretty powerful package to use in divorce proceedings. I knew I needed to put a stop to this one way or another. I was scheduled to be out of town for a week later in the month. I had to take some action before Wendy could consummate her infidelity while I was away. Several options were emerging:

1)I could concede and ignore her behavior for the sake of the kids, becoming a cuckold.

2)I could put a stop to it and try to move forward - excusing her antics to date as bowing to peer pressure and assume she would discontinue when her plans were revealed.

3)I could use my accumulated evidence of her intentions and simply divorce her.

4)Or I could enjoy the thrill of Wendy becoming a hot MILF. Maybe a few porkings by some horny studs would teach her some new tricks. Just thinking about it the past few weeks had certainly kept me aroused. Her willingness to ignore our vows would certainly free me to do the same. Maybe an open marriage until the kids are older would be the way to go.

Number 1 was clearly out but the other three options were possibilities.

I, rather my Henry profile, responded to WillingWendy that he would be in her area later in the month and, using his authoritative master language, would tell her where to meet him and what to wear. He promised 7 inches of prime beef to fill her hunger. I couldn't believe an arrogant bully would be attractive to Wendy but it had worked so far and obviously I didn't know Wendy as well as I thought.

As I hit the send button I heard Wendy come in thru the kitchen. I was again torn between the desire to throw her on the bed, rip off her clothes, and fuck the daylights out of her taking my pleasure while with my cock buried in her hot pussy versus kicking the aspiring slut-in-training out of the house.

The next ten days were hard as I struggled to decide what to do. I slept with Wendy and fucked her almost daily as if to get as much sexual pleasure as I could before dumping her. While some men fuck their wives while fantasizing about another woman, I was fucking my wife while fantasizing about another man blowing his load all over her face or peeling down her panties before stuffing her with a strange cock. I had dreams of my good wife and mediocre lover becoming a bad wife but great sex object and fuck toy.

I met with a lawyer and had papers drawn up just in case.

Wendy heard back from Jim who had obviously enjoyed her photos and asked her to take an afternoon off and meet him at a nearby hotel the following Thursday noon. Henry, my new profile, also contacted her and told Wendy to get a babysitter and meet him Thursday night and to wear a red dress. Wendy gleefully reported her offers to get laid twice in the same day hours apart to Jennifer. Jennifer offered to babysit and encouraged Wendy to go for it and have a little fun.

I had visions of greeting Wendy in a hotel room where she was expecting Henry and handing her the divorce papers while she stood there in a red dress getting ready to be taken by a second stranger with who knows how many loads of Jim's cum in her pussy.

The depth of Wendy's intentions sank in even deeper when Wendy came home from shopping Saturday with a new red dress. When I noticed and asked what the occasion was she said it was on sale. I told her to model it for me which she reluctantly did but feigned surprise that it was so short and tight claiming she hadn't tried it on. I told her that a tight dress like that was meant to be worn with a shelf bra so the outline of her nipples was visible, a thong panty so the panty lines didn't show and thigh-high stockings so the lace tops showed teasing glimpses thru the skirt's slit.

Wendy was noticeably embarrassed as she stood in a dress that was clearly intended to showcase the feminine charms of its wearer and would only be appropriate in select night clubs or the privacy of one's home. It looked delicious on her. The fabric hugged her shape with the curves of her bust, hips and ass fully revealed wrapped in the thin layer of satiny red fabric. The mid-thigh length was further compromised with a teasing slit that drew attention to her toned and tan legs.

With a tone of mock seriousness I suggested she should plan to wear it when we took the kids to her parents for thanksgiving. As I offer to take a photo for her to post on her social media page Wendy grimaced and retreated to the bedroom saying that she would return the dress.

I made arrangements to secretly return early from my trip to confront Wendy on Thursday. The weekend was emotionally difficult. Wendy was delightful and great with the kids and sweet and affectionate with me. But even my pointed comments about her dress didn't cause her to reflect on the path she was on. When left alone she was checking her profile and emails and proceeding with her very premeditated plans to be unfaithful.

It just didn't make sense. What would poses a happily married woman to risk her marriage and the impact on our kids by pursuing anonymous hookups?

I had previously rejected the idea of becoming a cuckold and as I packed my travel bag I conceded that WillingWendy38C-26-36 did need to be used for someone's pleasure - that itch needed to be scratched. Option 2, trying to put a stop to it by confronting Wendy and hoping that would end it was rejected. I just wasn't sure what if, any part I wanted to play in her future. I'd have to decide what to do during my flight. The remaining options were divorce or staying with a hot wife.

As we reached cruising altitude I reclined my seat the tiny amount the airlines now allow and leaned back to contemplate how I was going to respond to my dilemma. I hate situations when you have no good options. There are no good choices when you find out that your wife of a dozen years and the mother of your two grade-schoolers has been spending time for the past five weeks seeking secrete sex partners online for a fling. In anticipation of my out of town trip she had arranged two liaisons for this week. Perhaps I should have taken comfort in the fact that she still professed her love to me and made it clear to the online paramours that her interests were restricted to adult fun. But somehow that didn't make it ok.

I concluded I was not jealous of any of the guys. Nobody had bested me in a competition for Wendy's affection or attention. They were simply seeking a fling with a woman who was asking "...to be used for your pleasure." Wendy hadn't sought out a better person only another different person. My anger was with Wendy whose actions hurt me both by virtue of her evidently not being satisfied with me and because of the prospect that it would hurt our kids.

As I nodded off for a cat nap I was leaning strongly toward, divorce.