"Was it good?" I asked, lying in bed. I'd just made love with my twenty-seven year-old wife Mary. She looked amazing. Although she'd gained a good ten pounds since the birth of our son, she still had an amazing bubble butt and her breasts were even larger than before. But no matter how great she looked, the fact that she just laid there in bed during sex was bothering me.
"Yes, it was great," she replied. She flipped her flowing golden blonde hair away and her bright blue eyes looked straight into my eyes. "Why do you ask, honey?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Things just feel different with us."
"Not at all, honey," she said, leaning in to kiss me. "I enjoyed it. Good job."
Recently, after my previous supervisor left my company, my new boss had been flying me around the country to meet with business prospects. I was spending most of my time away from home, only coming home every other weekend. My new supervisor said it would only last for a month or two until they hired a new vice-president, but I'd already been it had already gone on for six months with no end in sight. At first, when I would come home from my business trips, Mary and I were both excited to see each other. We would almost tear each other's clothes off, rushing into bed to make love. However, over time Mary seemed less and less excited. I assumed she was simply getting accustomed to going without frequent sex.
I thought everything was fine until the next day. Just before I was about to leave on the plane, I picked up my wife's cell phone to find a photograph we'd taken on vacation. As I went through her photos, I was shocked to find dozens of recent photographs of her with an Asian man. The guy was a few inches taller than me, very muscular and very typically oriental looking. There were pictures of her with him at a night club. They were kissing and she was running her hands all over his body. And in one picture, clearly taken by him from above, she was down on her knees gleefully sucking on his enormous Asian cock.
Although I was overcome with jealousy, for some reason that I simply can't explain, the contrast of her delicate, petite lilywhite body against his well-built, powerful Asian frame caused my penis to become aroused.
When I confronted Mary about it, she knew she was caught and admitted to the entire thing. For the last few months, she had been meeting guys at local clubs and through an app on her phone. She had three boyfriends that she would see throughout the week, sometimes seeing more than one man in a day. All of them were intelligent, well-built, and well-hung Asian men. Although she felt bad about cheating on me, she felt lonely and these men filled the emotional and sexual void that I'd created when I left her. And now that it was out in the open, she said, it wasn't cheating anymore and her conscience was clear. As I left the house for the airport, I knew that my wife would continue to have extramarital sexual relationships while I was gone.
A few days later, after a long day at work, I was sitting alone back at the motel. I would normally send Mary a Skype request around ten o'clock, after our son is asleep, but I was lonely so I decided to call her a couple of hours early. I dialed her over Skype. When she answered and the video appeared, I could tell that she was out of breath. Her makeup was smeared and I suspected she'd had a few drinks.
"What's going on?" I asked.
