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At 3:02 a.m. I heard the keys jingling in the door downstairs, my heart raced as I jumped from the bed to greet her. As the door opened I could see something wasn't right. Her shoulder length blonde hair was disheveled and matted on one side. Her makeup, usually impeccable, was amiss. I cocked my head to the side, noticing her satin blouse unbuttoned beyond her black bra. "Where have you been baby?" I asked with a tone she wasn't used to hearing. "Out with the girls" she slurred, the smell of booze permeating the air around me. "What happened to you? Look at you!" I implored, as her glassy blue eyes drifted down over her open blouse. Her delicate fingertips slowly tracing the opening of the material. "Oh, I uh... I kind of ... went home with someone." she stammered.

My mind raced with anger, my wife of 19 years, standing before me like a whore, and she kind of "went home with some one". "Who?" I demanded grabbing her firmly by the shoulders. The silky material seemingly damp made it difficult to grasp her. "You're going to be mad... " she giggled as she collapsed in my arms.

I laid her gently on the bed buttoning her blouse to the waist. Pulling it from her arms, she laid there unconscious as I stared angrily at her. Her breasts, covered in a black satin and lace bra rose and fell with each labored breath. I carefully reached under her unclasping it and pulling from her body. Her nipples were erect, swollen and red. I slowly unzipped her skirt from the hip pulling it down over her legs. Her matching panties were dark I reached down slowly touching her pussy with my fingers feeling the heat and moisture. A soft moan of approval escaped her lips as my fingers met her satin covered clit. I angrily threw a blanket over her and went down stairs to sleep on the couch.

9:20 a.m. I sat at the kitchen table sipping my third cup of coffee when I was startled by her standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "I'm sorry" was all she could say. I stared at her, she'd showered, her hair was wet and she wore a thick robe. "Tell me.... " I demanded. "Tell me ... everything!" I followed almost instantly, my voice quivering from anger. "I can't Steve. You don't want to know, I fucked up so bad last night and I don't blame you if you want a divorce" was her counter. I stood up slowly, my eyes never once breaking from hers, I could see the fear in her eyes. "EVERYTHING" I screamed as I grabbed her arm pushing her back into the living room. "WHO?" I yelled pushing her up against the wall. "Steve.. no!" she cried, "Who fucked my wife last night?" I asked. "My boss." she stammered. I felt my cock stiffening as I pressed her against the wall. "You whore, I knew you were a fucking whore." I said as I pushed her away on to the couch. As she fell her robe opened, her legs splayed, her pussy still red and swollen. "I'm sorry it just happened. He ... he seduced me when I was drunk!" she whimpered. "Fuck you, you wanted it." I screamed not realizing how erect I'd become standing there. "You like this?" she said noticing my engorged cock. "Tell me.. everything" I said as I sat next to her on the couch. To be continued.