My wife, Janet, is a very modest woman. She always has been. Modest in the way she dresses, speaks, and behaves. She has never had a wild side in the 12 years I have known her or the 11 years we've been married. We married young so I didn't have much time for a wild side myself.
About two years ago my wife took a job as an administrative assistant. She worked at a satellite sales office of a big company in another state. There was a senior salesman named Scott and four other salesmen. My wife supported all of their administrative and paperwork needs. It was a typical 9 to 5 job. She would work an hour or so of overtime two or three times a month when there was a big promotion on or if a big contract was being worked. Also, she would occasionally travel with one of more of the salesmen when they went back to the home office for training and meetings.
My wife's history and behavior never led me to believe that there was anything going on. She just wasn't that type of person. She always dressed in a very professional and modest way when she went to work. As I was soon to find out, she did have a submissive side.
Because my wife didn't have a wild side our sex life was pretty tame. We had sex four or five times a month and each time it was just plain vanilla. I really wanted more but that didn't seem like an option. So I started cruising porn on the Internet.
I looked at all kinds of porn just seeing what was out there and living vicariously through the actions, real or fantasy, of others. Then one day I was on a site looking at boudoir photos of women and came across one where the woman looked awfully familiar. As I looked closer I realized that I was looking at my own wife, Janet. A distinctive birthmark proved it was her.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was a series of pictures of her from two different sessions. In one of the sessions her hair was styled as it was currently and in the other session her hair was styled in her previous style. She was wearing some pretty revealing lingerie in some pretty provocative poses. I had never seen this lingerie before or this side of her. Where was she when the pictures were taken and who took the pictures? Who posted them on this site?
I didn't know what to think or what to do. I wasn't even sure how I felt. I needed time to process.
A couple of days later Janet told me that Scott wanted her to go with him to meet an important client for dinner. She was supposed to take notes, try to make Scott and the company look good, and mostly just encourage the client to sign.
She came home that day and changed from her usual work attire into something a little dressier. She wore a straight grey skirt that came to just above her knee and a long sleeved grey button up shirt. When she left the house she said that she expected to be home in a couple of hours or so.
After finding her pictures on the Internet I naturally became suspicious. I waited until she was out of sight and then drove over to her office. Her car was there along with Scott's. I watched from a parking lot across the street as she and Scott came out and got into Scott's car. Janet was no longer wearing the grey skirt and shirt. She was now wearing a very short, tight blue skirt and a loose blouse that was very low cut, clothes I had never seen and that did not come out of her closet. Even from across the street I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.
I followed them to one of the better hotels downtown where they went inside. I parked and got there in time to see them go into the hotel restaurant. I walked by the restaurant and saw Scott and Janet being seated at a table with two middle aged guys in suits. I took a seat in the lobby and pretended to read a magazine.
After about 30 minutes they all came out of the restaurant and headed for the elevators (so much for dinner!). Just as they were stepping into the elevator one of the clients put his hand on Janet's ass. She didn't react.
I went back out to my car and waited and watched. An hour and a half later Scott and Janet came out of the hotel and got in his car. I couldn't see much from where I was but it was pretty obvious that her hair was a mess and her blouse was no longer tucked in. I headed for home and waited.
Janet got home about 45 minutes later. Once again she was wearing the grey skirt and shirt and her hair and makeup were fixed. I asked her how it went and she just shrugged and said it was kind of boring but it looked like the client was going to sign.
I was angry and hurt and jealous and horny. How should I handle this? What should I do about it? I still hadn't decided.
The next day, after Janet left for work I called in sick to my job. Our offices were across the city from each other so we were never able to get together during the work day. She never expected to see me at her office. About mid day I went to Janet's office. She was no longer wearing the modest professional clothes she left home in that morning. She was now wearing a short skirt that rode up high on her thighs as she sat at her desk. Her low cut top revealed much of her breasts.
When I walked in she looked at me with a guilty look of surprise and fear. I simply said, "We'll talk when you get home." And I left.
I was sitting in the living room when Janet got home from work. She was back in the modest work clothes she left home in. She looked very unhappy as she stood in front of me. After having all day to think about it I was still at a loss as to what to do.
"The only way we get through this is if you are completely honest with me. Okay?"
Janet just nodded.
"I followed you to the hotel yesterday," I said. Janet looked alarmed. "Did you fuck those two men?"
Janet looked a little shocked at my language but looked down at the floor and just nodded her head.
"Did you fuck Scott, too?"
Again, she nodded her head. I was floored. My not-wild wife just had a fuck session with three guys, two of them strangers she had never met.
"How long have you been fucking Scott?"
Janet shrugged.
"When did you start?" I demanded.
In a small voice she said, "About two months after I started working there," while still looking down.
