It's so much fun with other men's wives.

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I was quite surprised to learn that some women are willing to sleep with other men simply because they are married and therefore considered safer. They seem unconcerned about their looks, wealth, or attire; as long as they are married, it doesn't matter. In the past two years, I've met several women like this who only have sex with men who have stable families and don't require any commitment from them.
What baffles me is how many men I've seen whose marriages quickly crumble after having affairs.
"You know what happens?"
a woman who sleeps with a married man but doesn't want to marry him told me. "It's because the man is blinded by infidelity, but the woman is perfectly clear-headed. When that foolish man tells his mistress, 'Honey, I'm divorcing my wife and living with you,' the woman immediately leaves him and goes to find another man."
Generally, such women will actively seduce a man, maintain a sexual relationship with him for a few months, and then fall for someone else. As far as I know, they generally only maintain a relationship with a man for a maximum of three months, but that suits me well because I don't like long-term, stable extramarital affairs.
Meeting the first woman like that was purely accidental; it was because I accidentally discovered my wife had been unfaithful. I say "was," but perhaps she's still lying to me now, though I'm too lazy to verify it.
My wife's name is Carol. I met her on my first day at a new company; she was the receptionist, the first person I saw when I walked through the door. Carol sat behind the reception desk, and I could only see her upper body. But even that one glance was enough to captivate me.
Seeing me enter, Carol immediately gave me a bright smile and asked if I needed any help. I told her my name and that I was there to report for duty. Carol welcomed me on behalf of the company, gave me a temporary badge, and told me which office the human resources department was in, instructing me to report there.
After the job interview, my first day at the new company was filled with tasks and paperwork. By the time I finished, Carol had already left. I didn't see her again until the next day when I arrived at work, and I saw her charming smile again. I impulsively walked up to her, about to invite her to lunch, but then I noticed her engagement ring on her left hand and immediately swallowed the words I was about to say. I hurriedly said good morning and turned to flee to my office.
Since joining the company, I'd been eating lunch at a small restaurant not far from the office. One lunchtime a week into my job, I was eating at that restaurant when I saw Carol come in. She looked around for a seat, but the restaurant was crowded. I stood up, waved to her, and asked the waiter to bring a chair next to me. Carol came over, sat down, and we squeezed together for lunch.
While eating and chatting, we discovered we had many shared interests. We both attended Eastern Michigan University, though I was two years ahead of her. I also discovered she knew some of my friends. From then on, we started going out for lunch together. About four months later, one day at lunch, I noticed her engagement ring was missing and asked what happened.
"We broke up,"
she replied.
"Oh, so that means I can ask you out now, treat you to dinner or a movie, right?"
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Just hanging out."
"Okay."
From then on, we started dating and quickly became a stable couple. Nine months into our relationship, I proposed to Carol, and she said yes. After we got married, we were very happy, and our relationship was very harmonious. However, one day, three years into our marriage, I received an email in my office. I initially wanted to delete the email from a stranger, but driven by curiosity, I opened it—the subject line was "About Your Marriage"—thinking it was probably an advertisement for Viagra.
"You're a good man and shouldn't be treated like this. Beware of your wife, Carol; she's been having an affair while you were away on business!"
The email was short, just a few sentences.
I was shocked! Was it true? Had Carol really cheated on me while I was away? I travel for business three or four days every month on average; could Carol really be so unable to bear the loneliness?
In the years since we got married, Carol's career had flourished; she had been promoted from receptionist to administrative secretary to the company owner, Brian Smithers. I printed out the email, intending to go to Carol's office immediately to confront her. But as I stood up, it suddenly occurred to me that such matters were almost certainly not something to be dealt with during work hours. So I sat back down, working while waiting to leave.
But just before the end of the workday, I thought again that dealing with such matters at home was hardly appropriate either. If she refused to admit to any infidelity, what evidence did I have?
Just this anonymous email? Maybe this is a prank by someone who dislikes Carol (or me), or someone trying to sow discord in our marriage.
To be honest, I haven't found any trace of Carol betraying me, nor anything unusual about our relationship. So, I've decided to hold off on mentioning the emails for now and observe for a while.
Of course, with this lingering suspicion, I find everything Carol does questionable. Our boss, Brian, is a notorious playboy; he takes Carol out to dinner several times a week. Could there be something going on between them? Once, at a company picnic, Carol played a three-legged race (two people running with one leg tied together) very intimately with Brian.
To be fair, I was too drunk to participate that time.
Another time, at the company Christmas party, Carol danced with Brian the whole time but never danced with me. Furthermore, she often works late with the boss before going home. Frankly, I don't like Brian at all, so it's natural for me to think the worst of him. He always schemes behind people's backs, is constantly dissatisfied with others' work, and is always interfering.
As the week drew to a close, I finally realized that the anonymous whistleblower must have wanted me to know what our boss, Brian, and my wife had been doing behind my back.
I'll be going on a business trip for a few days in two weeks, and if Carol and Brian really have something going on, they'll definitely take advantage of my absence to do something. What should I do? Is there any way I can find out what they've been doing?
I can't pretend to be on a business trip and secretly stay home to observe Carol's movements, because my business trip schedule is arranged by the company. If I don't show up at our business partner Dayton's office to discuss business, Carol and Brian will know immediately.
Hiring a private investigator is out of the question; I called a private investigation agency, but I simply can't afford their fees. However, they did give me some suggestions that seemed feasible, so I decided to take their advice.
I spent $49.95 on three voice-activated mini recorders and three cassette tapes, each capable of recording 90 minutes at a time. When I got home, I hid the recorders in the living room, master bedroom, and guest bedroom. I figured if Carol and Brian were having an affair, they would definitely come to my house while I was away.
That way, she could have her affair with Brian without arousing my suspicion because she couldn't answer my calls. However, if she actually went to Brian's place or had an affair with him in his car, I would have wasted my money on the recorders.
The day before my business trip, I received another anonymous email that read, "I hope you take my warning very seriously; she will have an affair with another man while you're away."
Aside from barely sleeping for three nights, the business trip went very smoothly. I especially hoped that the bastard email was complete nonsense, some dark-hearted person trying to sow discord because they saw how happy Carol and I were.
I left the airport around 2 PM. I went home first to get my tape recorder, then drove to the office. On the way, I listened to the recordings on the tape recorder hidden in the living room. It was incredibly noisy, with various sounds of housework, doors opening and closing, drawers being pushed and pulled, something falling to the floor, and Carol's screams.
Halfway through, I heard the doorbell. It rang for a long time before I heard Carol open the door and say, "What are you doing here again? Didn't I tell you I didn't want to see you again?"
"Really? You've been saying that for over four months, but every time I knock, you obediently come and open the door,"
a man's voice said. This wasn't Brian's voice. I'd never heard that voice before. Then, I heard the door close, and Carol and the man left the living room, the sounds gradually exceeding the recording range of the tape recorder.
This wasn't Brian's voice; I'd never heard that man's voice before. I heard the door close and Carol and the man walk away. I listened to the recording on the tape recorder in the master bedroom again, but there didn't seem to be anything unusual. I only heard the sounds of the shower, the toilet flushing, and Carol using a hairdryer, etc. By then, I had arrived at the office and didn't have time to listen to the recording on the tape recorder in the guest bedroom. I put the machines in my briefcase, planning to listen to them later.
When I got home from work that evening, Carol was as sexually aroused as ever. My wife and I usually have sex an average of four times a week, and every time I come back from a business trip, Carol pesters me to make up for the missed sex. That night, while we were having sex, I couldn't help but wonder if I had come home later, would she have felt another man's semen inside her vagina? I don't know—at least I can't be sure yet—whether the man I heard had gotten Carol into bed. That's the only thing that interests me right now.
After ejaculating, I rolled off Carol, exhausted, and lay down beside her on the bed. The man's voice on the tape was still echoing in my head. I desperately wanted to find a plausible excuse for him ringing the doorbell, and I tried to convince myself to believe it. The next morning, as soon as I entered my office, I immediately took out the tape recorder from the guest room and pressed play to listen to what was being recorded.
"...You know, this is the last time, Hank. I shouldn't have let you in tonight..."
Carol said.
Hank? Wasn't Hank her ex-boyfriend?
"You know perfectly well why you let me in, my darling. You want to be with me,"
Hank said.
"No, no, Hank. If we could be together, we wouldn't have broken up in the first place."
"The breakup was all your fault."
"How could it be my fault? You were the one who wanted to break up with me, the one who wanted to play around with other women."
"You know perfectly well that I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity before we got married
." "No, I didn't know anything. But it doesn't matter whether I knew or not. If you want to satisfy your curiosity, then don't propose to me again. You ruined our relationship, so I had to leave you."
During their conversation, I could also hear them taking off their clothes and throwing them on the floor.
"It doesn't matter,"
Hank said. "As long as we're together now, I've got you back."
"No, you can't have me. I love my husband, and I'll never leave him for you."
"Of course you will, baby. Right now, you're holding my penis, not his."
"This is the last time, Hank. I'm not kidding. I never want to see you again."
"Okay, baby, say whatever you want. Now suck my cock, baby, tell me how much you love my big cock."
There was a few seconds of silence on the tape, then Hank said again, "My God, baby, your mouth is amazing, it's the most slutty hole ever! Oh, you're sucking me so well!"
Then the sucking and moaning grew louder and louder. Later, he started fucking her, then they did 69, and then he fucked her again. She sucked on him again, and after he got hard, they made love again. Finally, Hank got up and, while getting dressed, said, "Next time, I want to fuck you on your big bed in the master bedroom." "
No way, I'm too stupid..."
The recording suddenly stopped there; the 90-minute tape had been finished.
I thought, she definitely wouldn't let him fuck her on our big bed, nor would she let him stay overnight at my house, even though I wasn't home. I didn't know what this meant. Oh well, whatever! It's just my wife having sex with another man, right? It's just that they've been together for four months, right? Now, I've figured out one more thing: it must have been Hank who sent me the email. He wants to get back together with her; he wants to provoke me into divorcing my wife so he can get her back.
I put the recorder back in my briefcase and started working on the piles of documents on my desk.
Although Carol and I work at the same company, our working hours are quite different. Her work hours were relatively fixed, 40 hours a week, while mine were very flexible, ranging from 36 to 70 hours a week, sometimes working very late.
Because of this difference in work hours, we each drove to work. After listening to the recording of her and Hank making love in the guest room that day, I told Carol that I would be working very late lately and that she shouldn't wait for me for meals or sleep. Actually, I wasn't planning to work overtime; I just didn't want to see her, didn't want to eat or sleep with her.
After work that evening, I waited until everyone had left the company before leaving the office and the building. There was a nice bar near the company, and I decided to go there for a drink to kill some time. While working, I tried my best not to think about Carol and Hank, but as soon as I finished work, the sounds of their affair immediately replayed in my mind. Perhaps a few drinks could calm my agitated emotions and allow me to carefully consider what I should do next.
I went into the bar and found an empty seat at the counter. A waiter came over and asked what I'd like to drink, then brought me a glass of vodka. I'd just taken a sip when I heard a woman's hoarse voice say behind me, "Hi, I've never seen you here before?"
I turned around and saw a woman standing behind me—it was Betty from our company's accounting department. I smiled and replied, "That's because I've never been here before."
"Why are you sitting here by yourself? Why don't you join us for a drink?"
"You guys?"
"Yeah."
She pointed back, and I saw eight or nine colleagues sitting around a table not far away.
"Oh, I didn't notice you when I came in,"
I said.
"Well, now that you see me, come on, let's hang out."
"Thanks, but I don't want to go. I'm not in a good mood today, I want to be alone for a while."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you're in a bad mood, you should hang out with us even more. We'll definitely cheer you up."
Saying this, she tugged at my sleeve and pulled me towards the table.
"Hey, look who I found!"
she said loudly to the colleagues, pulling me to sit in an empty chair next to her. "Okay, sweetheart, to cheer you up, tell me what's wrong now, and see if I can help you."
"Nothing, just a personal problem,"
I said, reluctant to speak.
"Okay, so tell me, is it a work problem, a money problem, or a family problem? Is it a work problem?"
she asked, looking at my face. From my expression, she could tell it wasn't a work problem. "Okay, then it's a money problem?"
"No."
"That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"It must be a family problem,"
Betty said. "Is Carol not satisfying you in bed?"
"No, not really."
But my face told her, "Yes."
"Oh, honey, then it's a sex problem. That makes things much simpler. Are you not satisfied and want to try someone else? Or do you think Carol is having an affair? It's definitely one of those reasons, I can tell from your expression. But which one is it?"
I really didn't want to talk to her about this, didn't want to tell her that Carol had lied to me. We worked at the same company, and I was afraid it would affect our image among our colleagues. So, I answered sullenly, "It's because I'm not satisfied."
"See? What do you think? Tell us and we'll find a way to solve it."
"How do you want to solve it?"
"It's simple, darling. If you're not satisfied, then we'll make you satisfied."
"How do I do that?"
"Go to the jukebox, put some money in it, and press H-12, G-9, and B-6."
Holy crap! Whatever, I'm just here to kill time, why not? I went over and did as Betty said, and the music immediately switched to a slow tempo. Back in my seat, Betty got up and pulled me onto the dance floor. Betty was a beautiful, sexy woman; her large breasts pressed against my chest, and I immediately got aroused.
Betty hugged me tightly, slipped one leg between mine, and laughed, saying, "Look, all we're doing now is putting your hard thing in the perfect spot."
I wasn't stupid; I knew what she meant. "But you're married, Betty."
"I am married, darling, but we're facing the same problem. Neither of us is satisfied, so we can help each other." "
No, that won't do. Look, those are our colleagues over there. If we do anything, they'll tell Carol." "No,
we're just dancing here, nothing else. In a little while, you say goodbye to us, go out of the bar, turn south, there's a Motel 6 not far ahead. Go get a room, and wait for me in the parking lot. I'll give you the most intoxicating hour and a half. None of our colleagues will know, please believe me, darling. Just like you don't want Carol to know, I don't want my husband to know either." "
Then why did you choose me?"
"Because you're a married man, darling. We're both married, and aside from sex, we won't have much emotional entanglement. I just want sex, nothing else, darling."
I thought carefully about Betty's suggestion as we danced. Since Carol had already broken her vow of fidelity, why couldn't I accept Betty's offer? Suddenly, I understood how I should deal with Carol and Hank's affair. I didn't care! Absolutely not!
I didn't know if Hank had seduced Carol first, or if Carol had taken the initiative, but I knew Hank's email was meant to provoke me into taking action so he could win Carol back. Humph! He can't! I'm not that stupid. If Carol wants a divorce, she has to be the one to bring it up first.
I absolutely won't let them have their way so easily. As long as I don't let go, Hank can't have sex with Carol whenever he wants. Yes, that's my solution to this problem—calm and collected, non-interference, and absolutely no letting Hank's scheme succeed.
After the song ended, I said goodbye to my colleagues, told them I had to go back first, and left the bar. I booked a room at the hotel and then sat in my car waiting for Betty. Seeing her arrive, I got out and led her to my pre-booked room, 134.
As soon as we entered, Betty eagerly knelt before me, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and started stroking it. Before I even had time to loosen my tie, she was already giving me deep throat oral sex. A few minutes later, Betty spat out my penis, stood up, took off her panties, bent over, put her hands on the back of the chair, turned to me and said, "Fuck me hard, Ben, put your thick cock in, fuck me hard!"
"Why don't you take off all your clothes and then we go to bed to fuck?"
"We'll go to bed later, let's fuck like this first. I want you to fuck me hard from behind, fuck me to death!"
It really was like a farmer and his wife having an affair in the countryside. My pants and panties were down to my ankles, the hem of my shirt was swaying on my stomach, Betty was dressed neatly on the top, only her skirt was lifted up, her panties were still hanging at her knees, and we fucked each other like that. I thrust hard from behind her until I ejaculated deep into her vagina amidst her loud scream.
As soon as I pulled my penis out of her body, Betty immediately turned around and took my penis into her mouth, stimulating me with both her hands and mouth, hoping that I would get hard again quickly. Using this time, I took off my clothes. Seeing that my penis was hard again, Betty also stood up, took off her clothes, and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide so I could fuck her hard again.
That night, I ejaculated inside her vagina three times, and then she hurriedly got dressed and went home.
For the next three weeks, I worked an average of two extra days a week, had passionate sex with Betty at the No. 6 Motel, and my relationship with Carol remained unchanged. She still acted like a lovely, innocent wife, and I continued to play the role of a model husband.
Our sex life didn't change much, except that I almost never had sex with her twice in a row anymore. In this respect, I really had to thank Betty; she always drained me completely during sex, leaving me with no energy for consecutive rounds.
By the fourth week, I had to go on a business trip again. I hid the tape recorder in several rooms beforehand, kissed Carol goodbye, and rushed to the airport to catch my flight. When I returned, I first listened to the recordings from the tape recorders in the two bedrooms, but found nothing unusual. Then I listened to the recordings from the tape recorder in the living room, and I heard the sound of someone visiting.
After the doorbell rang twice, I heard Carol say, "Oh, you bastard!"
Then I heard her go to open the door and ask, "What do you want?"
"Just the same thing, my love. Unlock the chain and let me in."
"No. I told you last time, it's over between us. Don't come looking for me again."
"No, baby. Let me in. You know we should be living together."
"I'm already living with someone I 'should live with.' I should be living with Ben."
"Oh, then why..."
The man didn't finish his sentence before the door slammed shut.
"Too little, too late, Carol,"
I muttered to myself, putting the tape recorder back in my bag.
Over the next three weeks, I went on eight more dates with Betty. On our eighth date, Betty told me, "I can't see you anymore. If I keep dating you, I might fall in love with you. I don't want to divorce my husband, so you should find a new girlfriend." "
You're right, I also think it's time for a change. We've been dating for too long."
"Ben, don't say that out of spite. I'm doing this for our own good. I can introduce you to a place, the Top Hat Lounge. There are lots of married women there. They'll see your wedding ring and be willing to date you. Just tell them your wife can't satisfy you, and there will definitely be a suitable woman willing to sleep with you."
"A suitable woman?"
"Like me, Ben, a woman willing to play loveless sex games with a married man."
"Oh, where is the Top Hat Lounge?"
"I'll tell you later. Now let's enjoy this last night."
It was an incredibly crazy night. I believe Carol had never experienced such a crazy sex life, at least not me. Afterwards, Betty thanked me profusely for such a wonderful night, then got dressed and kissed me goodbye. Watching her car drive out of the parking lot, all I could remember was the name of the Top Hat Lounge. I'll definitely visit it next time I'm back from a business trip.
I have a good friend who works at a telephone company, and I asked him if I could connect my recorder to my home phone line so I could record our conversations. My friend said it wasn't difficult and taught me some special methods. So, I went to the store and bought a small voice-activated recorder and connected it to my home phone.
When I returned from my next business trip, I found that the recorder on the tapping phone was full, while the other three recorders only recorded some ordinary household sounds. In the tapping phone recordings, one call was from Carol's mother, two were from her sister, and two were wrong numbers. Only one call was from Hank.
"Hello?"
Carol answered the phone.
"Hi, darling."
"What do you want?"
"I want to come to your place."
"No."
"Then, come to my place."
"No, Hank, I told you we're over. It's all my fault. Betraying Ben makes me feel so guilty. We can't go on like this. Please don't bother me anymore."
"Carol, I want you back. I want to live with you. You've always been mine! I fucking regret leaving you. I want you back in my life."
"No, no, Hank. I love Ben. Even though he doesn't know I betrayed him, I'll still do my best to make it up to him. Don't bother me anymore."
She hung up.
Hank called four more times, but Carol hung up after only a few words each time.
The day after I returned from my business trip, I went to the Top Hat Lounge. Two hours later, I was in a motel bed with a woman named Angelina. After six weeks of sex with her, I broke up with her and hooked up with another woman, Mary. After Mary, I met Nancy, and after breaking up with Nancy, I met Jessica. Now, I'm dating a woman named Joyce frequently, and we've been having sex for seven weeks.
I now have sex with Carol a maximum of twice a week, and each time it's only for a few minutes. But I don't want to neglect her too much, lest she continue seeing Hank. It's been ten months since I discovered Carol's affair, during which time I've gone on nine business trips. Each time I returned and checked the tapes, I didn't find any evidence of Carol having sex with Hank, even though he called countless times while I was away.
However, I still don't understand how he knew when I was away. Once he stops calling and completely disappears from our lives, I might show Carol the emails he sent me and my tape recorder, and maybe even kick her out of the house.
Until then, I'll continue to have casual lovers and pretend to be an innocent and faithful husband at home. Maybe, once I know Hank and she are completely over, I'll let Carol find out about my affair and expose her and Hank's infidelity to her face when she's furious with me. But how can I know if they've truly broken up? Maybe I should keep everything I've done a secret forever. Oh, I need to think about that!

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