My wife Kim has many skills.
She's an accomplished organiser for an events firm, a wonder in the kitchen and she has that flirty manner that so many men, including myself, find so irresistible.
What I have only just discovered though is that my wife isn't as honest as I'd assumed, and her lying ways have changed my life forever.
You may well be asking how it came to be that I knew nothing about my wife's behaviour, but there is this thing called wilful blindness, the sad state of mind where you know something may well be going on, but you make excuses for it.
"He's working late again," "He's really tired from work," "She's out with friends again," They're all excuses that we hear, but in our desire to be positive, we ignore the hideous truth that lingers below the surface.
I never really heard any of those because unlike many couples we worked within two blocks of each other in the city and we always went to, and returned home from work together every day.
In reality, we were barely ever apart, as young lovers mostly are.
How did I discover her secret life?
As with many of the world's great discoveries, it happened purely by chance.
During a storm Kim had been toiling away in the office, as she said "Doing some research for work," when the power cut out.
The house fell into darkness and I stumbled about with my phone, illuminating the path into the study.
"Fucking thing," she laughed.
"Well," I said, "Not much to do now but run a bath and enjoy ourselves."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun," she cooed, "a candlelit fuck."
I felt my cock rise to the occasion just upon hearing those words.
"I'll go run it," she said, running her hands across my groin as she took the phone from my hands and headed towards the bathroom.
I stumbled about, found the candles and lit a pile of them in the middle of the dining table illuminating the room with a warm, sexy glow.
I could hear her whistling and singing to herself as she prepared the bath for our bathing and knocking session.
It was just as I heard her call out 'It's ready," that the power flickered back on.
In the bathroom she had no idea, but the dining room was bathed in harsh light. For a few moments the power flickered and surged and being someone who had had a computer fried by such events in the past, as soon as it was stabilised I flicked the computer back on to see if it was working.
It sprang to life and all was well and I found myself going into automatic mode, opening up the browser to check my Facebook.
As Kim had been on the computer when the power went out a message asking if I would like to go back to where I was appeared on the screen.
Now, if I'd pressed no, I'd be none the wiser. I'd be living in blissful ignorance.
But out of sheer interest I pressed 'yes.'
Four tabs opened up.
Three were innocent enough. They were work related, but the fourth was an email account that I knew nothing about.
The account was called kimslicker and my mind flipped and dipped as I stared at a list of emails from addresses I did not recognise.
One name though did strike a chord. Angelique.
Bloody Angelique, or Ange as Kim called her.
A petite brunette with a killer body just made for hard core fucking, Ange was my fantasy fuck, the one I thought of when Kim slipped my mind.
Without any moral ambiguity at all I clicked on the already opened email and read the very short message.
"This Sunday at the Hogan's their having one of their rugby shows again and want our 'special package'. I suppose we can avail them of our services again."
I was about to scroll down and read more when once more the power died and I was left fumbling in the dark as the glow from the powerful lightning momentarily filled the room.
I stumbled back into the lounge, grabbed one of the candles and cautiously made my way back towards the bathroom. I was all ready to barge in and demand answers, but I'm a man of deep secrets and sleuthing, so instead I took a few breaths, calmed my soul and opened the door.
The bathroom was well lit with at least twelve candles surrounding the bath.
"Is it still off," she asked, her gorgeous slender body was sitting back in the bath, her long blonde hair neatly tied atop her head, out of the water.
"The power?" I asked, "Yeah, it keeps flashing on and off like it does."
I think that my nonchalant manner was quite convincing, I disrobed, stretched out my cock and hopped into the bath opposite my unbelievingly hot, blonde wife.
I was intrigued to know what was happening and rather than just ask outright I asked the question in a roundabout fashion.
"I was thinking that we should go for a bushwalk this Sunday, maybe out to the Walls again and maybe do the waterfall walk seeing as how it's been raining."
Without any hesitation she shook her head in the negative and said, "Not this Sunday, you know it's our monthly girls lunch and movie afternoon."
She was right, of course, I had forgotten about those, even if she had been going to them for years.
"Bugger," I said, "Where are you eating this week?"
"Not sure, Ange is sorting it all out as usual," she said, "But I think that the movie is that new tear-jerker everyone's been talking about."
"You can have that all to yourself," I said. "Unless there's heaps of nudity and crazy sex scenes, of course."
"There may be some of that," she said, as she slipped a hand across the bath towards me, "very soon."
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Over the next few days business was pretty much as usual at home and at work. As we've been doing since before we were married we went to work together, and came home together. There was nothing at all that indicated any kind of infallibility on the part of Kim.
We fucked just as often, and as hard core, as we'd always done. Kim was no prude in the sack, that's for sure. Dirty talk, toys, oil, facial, cum swallowing and even a bit of anal were all part of our regular sex action.
Maybe all that was a bit of a warning and in retrospect I know now that she had to have learnt that somehow, or from someone.
The Sunday came around and the day began as most Sunday's do, a slow fuck followed by breakfast in bed.
"What time are you heading off today?" I asked.
"Ange is picking me up at twelve and then we're going to lunch at some new Korean BBQ place she found out about."
"Nice," I said, "Korean BBQ is fantastic, I should come along."
