My wife and yoga pants

[Toolkeeper]

I’ve said to friends that the greatest gift to men is yoga pants. Put a sexy pair on, and an average woman looks hot and hot woman looks like a model and a model looks like a goddess.

My wife Elisa and I got together in college as many have. We were first introduced and drank and danced at a distance as she maintained a relationship with her high school boyfriend. As is typical with many people who went to university, you change and the relationship died a slow death from distance and…change.

Elisa was an education major and was a year behind me in school. I accepted a position at a commercial bank in their lender training program near our school while she finished her undergraduate degree. After graduating, she took a job as a substitute teacher while pursuing her graduate degree at night to achieve a full time teaching position in an elementary school in the town we lived in. My job kept me very busy as I had to make contacts in the industry I served and bankers that I worked with.

We were married after Elisa graduated college and I had been working one year. During the summer, we acted like typical newlyweds making love pretty much every day and double that on weekends. I feel that our sex was pretty hot as Elisa liked to be slow seduced with an escalation to several strong orgasms. Elisa was indifferent to giving me blow jobs but did like to have me go down on her to get her motor running. I’m fortunate that my wife is cute and has a very nice body. She’s 5’ 5” with nice B cup breasts and cute legs that she shows off wearing tasteful mini-skirts most days. When erect, her nipples distend about a full inch and become quite hard. Elisa doesn’t believe in the full pubic hair removal thing and keeps her curly dark patch neatly trimmed to keep stray hair from peeking out of her bikini bottom.

After several months, my wife got into her studies and I resumed more of a focus to moving up in my bank. I received my first promotion shortly after we were married, and in my third year was up for lead client manager for a number of small businesses that our bank served. Elisa was nearing completion of her graduate degree and received a conditional offer to teach third grade in one of the two elementary schools in our town. Due to our career focus, I felt like our sex life took a bit of a hit, but we could make up for it in the near future. We agreed to put off a family for the time being to allow for our careers to progress to a point where she could take some time off when the children were born.

Elisa received her degree in May and spent the summer planning for her first teaching assignment. She wanted to make a very good impression and spent a lot of time during the day working on lesson plans, getting her classroom ready and getting to know the other three teachers in her grade. As the school year began and she got past her first parent night, her reviews were coming in very good. She was viewed as a dedicated and kind teacher and being cute didn’t hurt either.

Elisa found that with school ending at 3pm and getting her next day prep done by 4pm, she found she had more time on her hand. I was getting more involved in some local business organization activities, so I wasn’t able to fill the gap in time. My wife took on the role of making dinner and taking on more of the household chores, but was getting a bit antsy.

One day after classes, one of the other teachers came into her classroom.

“Hi Elisa, how was your class today,” Mary asked her as she peeked into her room.

“Oh, Hi Mary, come on in, I was just finishing prep for tomorrow. Class was very good today. We have the standardized tests next week, so we are prepping for that,” Elisa replied.

“Yeah, I remember those when I started in third grade. Now that I’m in fifth grade, the children don’t have those tests again until sixth grade. We have to do a little prep at the end of the year otherwise the sixth grade teachers complain that they aren’t ready for the tests. God forbid they get criticized if their kids don’t do well,” she Mary laughed.

“Well, since this is my first class, I want the children to do well. But I also don’t want to put too much pressure on them either. They aren’t finishing third grade in June and then becoming corporate lawyers right after you know.”

Mary asked, “So, now that you are settling in, what do you do to keep busy after school? Your husband Matt is a banker isn’t he?”

Elisa replied, “Yes, he’s a banker, but unfortunately he doesn’t work banker hours. He’s as ambitious as me, but he hasn’t reached a level yet where he feels he can take his foot off the gas a little. I’ve tried going to the gym, but I feel like the treadmill and stationary bike are just a bit boring no matter what tunes I bring to listen to.”

Mary smiled and said, “Well, Elisa, have you tried yoga yet? It’s relaxing, but I find that it isn’t boring at all. Before I joined this yoga group, I thought, how am I going to keep my body in great shape? This doesn’t look strenuous enough. I was really wrong.”

Elisa said, “You know Mary, you have a very nice figure and your look very tone. I’d say yoga has been good to you.”

“Yeah, I can’t tell you how much harder it was then it looked. I felt like I was losing a gallon of sweat after every workout. I had to buy more yoga outfits just because I was going through them so quickly.”

“Oh, now that’s something that would be a great extra if I found a yoga group. More shopping for new outfits!” Elisa laughed.

“I enjoy those outfits. My group has a couple of cute hipster guys who take part. And best of all, my husband says that the greatest gift to men, is yoga pants. Our sex life has definitely become better since I joined,” Mary commented. “I feel like I have more energy, and my yoga pants definitely have a positive effect on him,” she giggled.

Elisa laughed, “My husband can’t grow a beard very well despite my telling him I think that they are very sexy. His banker boss frowns on them, so maybe I’ll have to find a group with some hipster guys to check out.”

Mary said, “You are welcome to join our group, but it’s in my town and that may not be convenient to you. However, let me see if I can find one here for you. Got to run, nice chatting with you Elisa!”

“Thanks Mary, I’d appreciate it if you can recommend something for me. See you tomorrow.” Elisa then packed up her bag and left for the day. As she drove home, she thought to herself that this yoga thing might be a really good thing.

At dinner that evening, Elisa told Matt about her conversation with Mary. “One of the teachers that I work with suggested that I consider taking yoga classes after school. What do you think Matt?”

I looked up from dinner and said, “Well, Elisa, I know you’ve been bored with the gym, maybe this is something you’d like. However, when I’ve seen yoga groups before, it looks a little boring to me. But then again, I’m only passing by so I don’t really pay too much attention to it.”

Elisa replied, “Mary said pretty much the same thing. It looked like it was too tame and that she wouldn’t be able to maintain her figure and muscle tone.”

I smirked at Elisa and said, “Oh, so Mary is a little hottie is she?” Elisa made a kicking motion under the table and laughed as she said, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know??” “I bet she looks good in her yoga pants too Elisa”, to which I received another playful kick in my shin.

After dinner, I helped clean up and we retired to bed. Elisa was particularly amorous this evening. Her motor was definitely revving as I spooned her and cupped her breasts from behind. Elisa loves when I roll her nipples between my thumb and finger when I’m fondling her boobs. Before long, her cool fingers were inside my boxer shorts and wrapping around my stiff cock. My hips began to undulate as her hand and my turgid penis got into a good rhythm.

After a few minutes of foreplay, I moved my hand inside her panties and found quite a wet pussy. I played with her pubic hair for a few minutes before dipping two fingers into her wet hole. Removing my wet fingers, I began to tease her clitoris in small slow circles. Elisa’s hips began moving back and forth, and soon I moved my head to her belly button. Removing her panties I trailed my tongue through her soft dark curls and proceeded to move it in circles along her fleshy pussy lips.

Not too long after Elisa arched her back and moved her hands behind my head pushing me into her. I knew that she would be having an orgasm soon from our experience. She did not disappoint as she moved through one orgasm after another. Elisa is fortunate that she can achieve multiple orgasms and I have taken advantage of it quite often. After her fourth orgasm, I positioned my five inch cock at her opening and pushed deeply into her wetness. Elisa was pretty wet this evening and I knew I wouldn’t last very long. She wrapped her ankles around the back of my knees drawing me more deeply into her.

We got into a very good motion and I came very hard after ten minutes of vigorous fucking. Elisa very rarely orgasms when I’m on top and occasionally when she is riding me. She appears to be very satisfied after sex as I do bring her to orgasm with her mouth. We relaxed for a bit and had another round before curling up and falling asleep.

It was on Monday the next week when I arrived home from work around 630pm and found that Elisa wasn’t home. I decided to start dinner and Elisa came in around fifteen minutes later with a big smile on her face.

“Hi sweetie, sorry I’m late” she said walking in with some shopping bags as she kissed me hello.

“Where were you love, I was surprised you weren’t home and I didn’t get a text from you to say you were late. What mischief have you been up to?”

“I’m sorry Matt; Mary hooked me up with a yoga place in the next town over. I sat in on a beginner class and signed up. The instructor told me where to go to get some yoga outfits and I stopped on the way home. Let me help you with dinner and afterwards, I can show off my new outfits,” she said to me sexily.

After dinner, Elisa poured me another glass of wine and directed me to the sofa in our living room. “Have a seat and the fashion show will begin shortly,” she said as she closed our bedroom door behind her with her bags in hand.

A few minutes later, I was treated to her first outfit when she came into the living room. “What do you think husband?” she said to me as I my chin dropped. I always knew my wife was very cute, but the hot orange and purple patterned pants accented by an orange tank top certainly showed how very cute her body was. “Yeah, I thought you would like it Matt,” she laughed as she twirled around showing her ass to me. “Wow Elisa, those yoga pants look they were made for you,” I said as I could feel my face turning red. After a few minutes of admiring the outfit, Elisa said, “Okay young man, time for the next outfit,” and returned to the bedroom.

I sat there and thought to myself, “Wow, I cannot believe how that outfit looks on her. “ I felt like a bolt of electricity had shot through me when I saw her. Elisa soon popped back into the living room with another equally hot outfit that she proudly modeled for me. Over the next half hour Elisa modeled another six outfits for me. The last one she modeled was a very tight green and blue pant set with green top. She twirled slowly in front of me and said, “so, what do you think about my new hobby?” I looked up her and said, “Other than a couple of your cocktail dresses and one particular black bikini, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything as hot as these outfits. I mean, wow Elisa. Yoga pants are certainly a gift to men!”

Elisa giggled, “I think I see that you registered your approval in another way too. Mary said the same thing about yoga pants being a gift to men.” I looked down and it was very evident that I had been extremely aroused for the entire show, but there was a little wet spot showing on my trousers indicating how aroused I really was. “Come in and help me put these away,” Elisa sexily said to me looking over her shoulder as she walked toward our bedroom.

Within seconds I hugged her from behind in front of our bed feeling the fabric of her top over her breasts. Even with the material, I could tell that her nipples were very hard and she was equally horny. I slipped my hands down to her belly and moved them under her top. I reached the bottom of her breasts and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra under the top. “Hmmm, this is interesting Elisa,” as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. Elisa sighed and closed her eyes saying, “Not necessary. The outfits are designed that way.” While Elisa reached behind to fondle my rock hard penis through my pants, my other hand began its journey into her yoga pants. My fingers slithered through her pubic curls and found a super wet slippery pair of pussy lips. “Hmmm, another discovery Elisa. No panties either.” Elisa sighed more and said, “Also designed that way. No panties, much better looking ass.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied as I began pushing her pants down her legs. Before long we were on bed in a rare 69 position slurping hungrily away at each other before a very robust round of fucking. After my second orgasm and her fifth or sixth, we lay together in bed slowly stroking each other. We spoke softly to each other and I encouraged her to enjoy yoga as much as I was already enjoying her yoga. Elisa laughed, and rolled over on top of me. I was up for a third time and she ground herself to a few soft orgasms before we fell asleep again in our arms.

Over coffee the next morning, we were very loving and spoke about how much we enjoyed each other the night before. I told her to have fun with her classes and enjoy them.

Over the next four months, Elisa really got into the classes. While her body didn’t need any toning, I did notice that her muscle tone was somewhat improved and she was very relaxed. Our sex life during the week definitely improved over the first two years of marriage although I noticed that occasionally Elisa was tense on Saturday mornings. Before she started yoga, we had extended Saturday morning sessions to make up for the week. But after she started yoga, we would have sex for maybe a half hour after waking up, but then she was eager to get to her class. I had heard from some friends of mine that their wives or girlfriends were sometimes like this on weekend mornings, so I thought nothing of it.

Six months into her yoga program, I began to notice some other changes. At first, she told me about some of the people she took classes with and had become somewhat friendly with some. Occasionally, if I had a meeting or something and would be home later than usual, she would hang around and have a smoothie or salad with some of her classmates. On some of these evenings when I got home, she was a little less energetic about talking about the class and talked more about school. I didn’t think anything of it really.

After a meeting with a borrower in town, we went to a local tavern to have a few beers before we went home. At around six, my borrower said he had to take off to get his kids, and we bid each other good evening. I walked through town back to where my car was parked and for some reason I looked across the street at something that caught my attention. There was health food smoothie bar and sitting at a small table was Elisa and a very handsome guy. They were enjoying drinks and chatting away, but for some reason, I felt like I would be intruding if I walked over to say hello. Elisa rarely got involved in some of my activities, and other than hearing stories about her yoga classes, I had never been to the studio nor had I met any of the people she met there. I assumed this was someone who was in her classes, but oddly, I had assumed that she was in a class with only women.

As I walked on the opposite side of the street, I could see that Elisa was a bit more animated than I expected and it was clear that they knew each other well. In my brief view from a distance, I could see that they felt comfortable enough to laugh with each other’s comments. I could also swear that she looked into his eyes a bit more than just a casual friend. It troubled me a bit as I walked toward and got into my car for the short drive home. I sent a text to her that I’d begin dinner and would see her soon, not mentioning that I saw her.

Elisa arrived home about twenty or thirty minutes later. I had cooked dinner and had already begun. She looked at me funny when she saw me eating and said, “Hey, why didn’t you wait for me for dinner? I was just chatting with some of the girls after class and we just got to talking.” I looked up and paused before saying, “I had a couple of drinks after work, and was just hungry. Sorry, I’ll wait for you to get home next time before starting. Your conversation partner was probably more interesting than my message to you, but next time, return my text to say you’re in the middle of a chat.” For a second, Elisa had a funny look on her face, but then leaned over to kiss me on my forehead. We finished dinner together but she skillfully avoided talking about the conversation that delayed her arrival. That evening while we watched TV, it occurred to me that Elisa was paying a bit more attention to her Smartphone over the last few weeks.

Over the next few weeks, things felt different between us. We weren’t as talkative with each other and our lovemaking was somewhat less than the months after she began her class. I also noticed that if she didn’t stay after class to have a smoothie with her friend or friends, she was all showered up by the time I arrived home. She also began to add stockings to her work attire, also a new development. It occurred to me that she was probably changing into her yoga outfit at the studio after school so perhaps she was trying to make an additional impression on someone.

I asked Elisa one evening over dinner if something was wrong. Elisa looked up from her dinner and said, “Matt, I don’t know what you mean? I’m my usual self. Perhaps a bit quieter now that I’ve really gotten into yoga and the spirit of what we are doing.” I looked at her and with a sideways smile said, “Hmmph, so does that mean you’re going to start yoga changing ohhhhhmmmmmm ohhhhmmmmm before we make love in the future?” I was hoping to lighten up the atmosphere, but Elisa took it the wrong way. She glared at me saying, “Look Matt, I don’t make fun of any of your interests, so don’t you dare make fun of mine! Don’t joke with me again like that.”

Looking at her with what I imagine was a surprised look, I said, “Whoa Elisa, I was just trying to ask you if something was wrong and making light of it. Relax. Since when can I not tease you a little bit and make a joke at both of us?” Still glaring at me, “You know Matt, sometimes you can be so shallow.” And with that, she pushed back from the table and stormed into the bedroom.

I thought what the fuck was that about? Needless to say, after I finished watching a baseball game and went into the bedroom, I saw that Elisa was fast asleep.
Breakfast the next morning was also a bit tense but we did kiss each other goodbye before leaving for work. Things remained tense that week, but I made no more jokes about yoga class, and she didn’t volunteer any information to me.

About two weeks later, I arrived home before Elisa and started dinner. I was going through the mail when Elisa arrived home. She said hello briefly and hurried into the bedroom. About ten minutes later she came out in her bathrobe and it was obvious that she had showered. This was strange, since she usually showered before we went to bed unless she was having a particularly bad monthly. She came into the dining room and tried to start a friendly conversation. It was obvious Elisa was trying a little too hard to be friendly, but I played along with her. She told me that she would clean up and I should go watch the game and relax. Elisa was a bit fidgety as she tried to feign an interest in the game, but I held my tongue when I wanted to ask her what was going on.

That evening, Elisa was very amorous with me. When I finally slipped my cock inside her pussy, I could not believe how lubricated her vagina was. She was very aggressive, throwing her hips up at me and matched my every stroke into her. When I initially pushed into her pussy, it felt like my cock just fell into a wet mushy pool. It felt fucking excellent so I just ran with it. Elisa rolled me over and rode me sufficiently for her to have a number of very hard orgasms. After we finished she kissed me passionately and said she loved me. She was soon fast asleep but I was a bit troubled. I got up to take a leak before going to sleep and after I finished up, I glanced at the clothes hamper. I thought to myself, “No, I’m not going to fall into that trap of mistrust and start checking her panties every night. “ But then, I succumbed and went into the hamper. I retrieved her panties and stockings, but saw nothing offensive. I looked again into the hamper and noticed two pairs of yoga pants under the clothing she wore the day before. I retrieved and examined them. The first pair on top appeared dry, but the second one was quite wet in the crotch area. It did not appear that there was any semen, but the rest of her outfit was a different kind of damp.

It was a while before I could get to sleep, but I started thinking about how to deal with this before things got out of control. I went back and forth about a direct confrontation over dinner, but I thought, it would just be back and forth accusations. Me insinuating she had a friendship, she telling me I didn’t trust her.

Fortunately, my work was challenging, and at least during the day I could take my mind of the troubling developments in what I thought was a very happy marriage between two young people in love.

Part of my work responsibility is expanding banking services to small businesses in the towns near my office including the town Elisa and I live in. I thought, maybe I’ll pay a visit to the yoga studio that she goes to one afternoon to see if the owner requires services from a friendly neighborhood bank branch.

Late one Thursday afternoon, I decided to make a call on a few small businesses in our central shopping district. I discretely scheduled a call after five at the yoga studio, knowing the afternoon classes would be breaking up. I held open the front door as three young women exited the class giggling up a storm as they gossiped about this and that. There didn’t seem to be anyone around the studio, but I saw a door to the side leading to what were probably bathrooms, changing rooms and the offices. Walking toward that door, I heard a man’s voice and my wife softly laughing. “Shit,” I said to myself. “This just can’t be.” I slowly made my way to the door and peered through the crack between the frame and the door.

My wife had her back turned to a very handsome and tall guy with a beard. Very hipster looking in his tight workout pants, tee shirt and longish wavy hair. He moved smoothly toward her with a certain confidence. I remembered how my wife had commented when we went out that she thought these hipster guys were pretty good looking. She told me I could check out the short skirted girls every so often if she got a similar pass with cute hipster guys.

So here my beautiful wife was with her hipster friend.

Hipster guy stood behind my wife and began nuzzling her neck while softly caressing her hips with his hands. Soon his hands were caressing her ass in her very sexy yoga pants. Elisa smiled and closed her eyes and said, “You’re being bad again. I told you that we had to stop this before it ended up being a full blown affair.” When I heard Elisa say that, it felt like a UFC fighter just punched me in the stomach as hard as he could. The words echoed in my head, “full blown affair, full blown affair, full blown affair.” Hipster’s hands moved up across her stomach in slow circular motions for a few moments, and then they touched the underside of her breasts. He gently squeezed her breasts a few times and Elisa just purred her approval. Her left arm reached up and curled around his neck as he continued to nuzzle her, and her right hand moved behind her to I assume begin playing with his bulge. “Mmmmmm,” she said, “someone is very happy with the new yoga outfit I bought.” Hipster laughed softly and replied, “And you accused me of being bad. You don’t want my attention, don’t come in with your short dresses and these yoga pants.” As he was saying this he ground his hip slowly to meet her hand and moved his hands up to her tank top straps. He slowly pulled them down, pulling her top down to expose her breasts and very erect nipples. Elisa softly moaned as his hands reached under her breasts and lifted them out of her top. After a few minutes he slowly turned her around and they kissed passionately. She pulled his tee-shirt off and I could see that her new friend was in very good shape. I also noticed that he was probably sporting quite a large package from the bulge that was displayed by his tight shorts.

They slowly sat down on the love seat and continued to kiss passionately. When he began sucking on and teasing her nipples with his tongue, Elisa moved her hand inside his pants. I could see her stroking his cock and soon began pushing his pants down. Once his pants were near his knees he maneuvered his legs to kick them off without her assistance. She sat back for a moment as he pulled her top off. In doing that, I could see how large a cock the Hipster guy had. It was quite a bit longer than mine and significantly fatter. Elisa soon knelt down and took his cock into her mouth, something that was a rare treat she performed for me. She used both of her hands to stroke his cock firmly and roll his nuts in her fingers. Hipster had his eyes closed and he laid back to enjoy her treatment of his rock hard cock.

After a while, Hipster urged Elisa closer so he could begin his own exploration of what as beneath her yoga pants. Soon, while still receiving an exquisite blow job, Hipsters hand found its goal. He commented, “I love these little curls you have Elisa. Most of the girls I’ve been with shave it off completely. This is so different, and a very good different at that.” He pulled her pants completely off and I could see his fingers very busily working on spreading her extensive lubrication over her pussy lips and clitoris. She soon had a hard time concentrating on the blow job because his fingers were bringing her to a state of extreme arousal. “Your turn”, Hipster said as he rolled her over onto the love seat on her back. Spreading her legs wide, he looked down at the hairy feast he was about to experience. Using his fingers, mouth and chin, over the next ten minutes he brought Elisa to too many orgasms for me to count. In fact, I thought at one point it was just one orgasm rolling into another. I thought I was great at eating her pussy, but this guy was an expert.

Hipster eventually pulled his mouth up and he moved his body up hers. He gently kissed he lips for a few moments but then moved his body so that it hovered over hers. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it up my wife’s slit and then centered his thick head at her opening. “We really shouldn’t be doing this you know. I feel really bad cheating on my husband. But you are so hot, I can’t stop you” Elisa said softly as she looked into his eyes. Hipster then slowly dropped his body down and I saw his cock slowly disappear into her sopping pussy. Her eyes closed and her neck arched up as she gasped in pleasure. “Oh that feels so fucking great when you first plunge in, oh it really does,” my wife groaned up at him. Hipster slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was inside her swollen and wet lips. I could see how wet she was as his cock glistened with her juices. Hipster then pushed in a little more firmly.

Their bodies moved very well together and I could see sheen of sweat on their bodies. They were eagerly urging each other on. “Come on Elisa, your pussy feels so fucking wet for me. You’ve been horny and waiting for me all day knowing my cock would be bottoming out inside you. Listen to how wet you are as we fuck. Fuck your pussy up with me,” Hipster moaned at her. Hipster had great staying power and he was going strong after what I thought was an hour, but was probably more like twenty minutes. Unlike when she makes love with me, Elisa had a couple of orgasms while he was on top of her. She then aggressively rolled him over and said, “Now I want to ride you and fuck your brains out.” He smiled and she started rising up and down. I could see that his cock was still shining but I could see her pubic hair cling to his cock as she rode up and down. She told him, “this is wrong, and I said this was going to be our last time this morning. But you know I’ve said this before but I just love your cock and what you do to me. You can fuck me whenever you want me to. My husband may be traveling more with his job and you can fuck me whenever he is away,” my wife told him as she rode yet another orgasmic wave.

I had heard and seen enough. I quietly exited through the side door and walked some distance back to my car. As I sat in my car with the motor running, my hands were shaking on the steering wheel. I took several deep breaths and began my drive home.

When I arrived home, I pulled a bottle of vodka and a glass from the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen table. I poured myself a glass and drank it down. Pouring another, I sat there holding the glass in my hand, staring at the clear liquid and wondering how this would all turn out.

Thirty minutes later, Elisa came in from the garage and was surprised to see me sitting there the way I was. I still had my suit jacket on, and my briefcase was next to my leg. “What’s wrong Matt, why are you sitting there like that?” she said. I looked up from my glass and said, “Sit down Elisa. I know what you are doing with the guy in your yoga glass. I saw you a short while fucking his brains out. Now you sit the fuck down right there, take a deep breath and explain just what the fuck it is you think you are doing.”

Elisa’s faced turned ashen white and her hands were trembling as her workout bag dropped to the floor. She slowly sank into a chair staring at me. After a moment, my wife stammered, “I ….. I …. I don’t know what to say. I just don’t. Were ….. Were you there at the studio? “

“Elisa, I told you I know what you are doing, and I saw you fucking his brains out like your life depended on it. Collect yourself, take a few deep breaths, and fucking tell me just what the fuck you think you are doing!!” my voice rising at each word. Elisa looked at me with a shocked expression and tried to speak but no words came out when her mouth opened.

“Okay Elisa, let’s start it another way. Who the fuck is this guy? Simple question and the answer better not be ‘It’s not important who he is’, okay?” I asked her a little more calmly. Elisa took a deep breath and said, “He is a guy who is in my yoga class obviously. He is also a divorced guy whose son is in my class. That’s how I know him,” she replied. “I’m so sorry Matt, I’m so sorry about this,” she said as tears began rolling down her pretty cheeks.

“I don’t want to hear that bullshit apology from you Elisa. I don’t know whether it’s just a bullshit apology because you’re caught, or you’re sorry I found out, or remotely, you are guilty about what you did. I just don’t want to hear it. Let’s try this one. How long?”

Elisa looked away momentarily and said, “A few weeks…we’ve only done it a few times… oh I feel so awful and so embarrassed. I know you said not to apologize, but Matt I’m so so so sorry.” She then began to cry.

I stood up and said, “a few weeks huh. Well part of me believes you, but part of me thinks it’s been longer with this guy. Maybe not a total physical thing, but certainly a thing where you both had a very mutual interest in each other.” Looking down at her I said, “I’m in the guest room tonight. You don’t go to work tomorrow. You figure out whether you want a life with me or not. If not, pack and be out of here by the time I get home. If I come home to a whiny wife who says she is “confused” or something on that order, then I hope you were packing while you were concluding that you were confused, and then you’re still out. If you decide to stay, we talk it out but I tell you right now there will be counseling and perhaps a separation.”

I stormed out of the house and went to a small bar and grill. I had a few beers and pushed my burger and fries around a little before heading home. When I got home, I saw Elisa sitting on the sofa. She looked up and said, “Matt, please.. please sit and talk to me.” I looked at her and said, “I told you to take the day tomorrow to really think about what you want to do Elisa. For all I know, you’ve been sitting there conjuring up a story to get your sorry slut ass out of this jam you’re in. Good night and we’ll see where we are tomorrow night.”

It was a long and sleep deprived night and I wasn’t much good at work the following day.

When I arrived home that evening, Elisa was sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes red from the emotions of the past twenty four hours. She rose slowly and looked me in the eye and said, “Matt, I know you told me not to apologize to you. But, I have to apologize to you. Yes, the apology is that I got caught. But the apology also applies to the hurt that I’ve obviously caused you. I knew what my answer to you would be, but I’m glad you pushed me to take the day to really think and challenge myself. I want to stay married to you. I want to make it work, and I will do what is needed to heal the harm caused by my wanton behavior. I love you with all my heart and want to grow old with you.”

Elisa was trembling while she was saying this to me. I was silent for a while. I looked her in the eyes and smiled. Then, I asked her a simple question. “Did you see him today?”

She looked away for a second, and I knew. “You fucked him. You thought you could fuck him one more time and get it out of your system didn’t you? Then you thought; now I can start fresh after today.”

“Out. Out you fucking slut.”

[OOAA]

Very nice writing, but I would have prefered a cuckold twist

[mace43uk]

Love it

[Toolkeeper]

I will bringing over a couple stories written elsewhere with a bit of a cuckold twist.

[Toolkeeper]

I will bringing over a couple stories written elsewhere with a bit of a cuckold twist.

[afagehi7]

I will bringing over a couple stories written elsewhere with a bit of a cuckold twist.

Finish this one.

[DbdChap]

I will bringing over a couple stories written elsewhere with a bit of a cuckold twist.

Finish this one.

Yes, please

[Toolkeeper]

Fling is the first

[afagehi7]

Tool - don't leave us hanging. Finish the story. Hopefully there is more to it than this.

[Asterix42]

Another great story. Thanks Toolkeeper!

[afagehi7]

Toolkeeper - please finish your stories. You hook us and disappear.

[impo64]

That's a good ending...She's a selfish person and she lies easily with all her teeth...Her place is in the streets...Good story

[ggarious]

Excellent. Glad to see this guy is not a wimp who decides he likes being used and abused and instead stands up for himself.

[Toolkeeper]

Working on a follow up, but will be pulling over another longish story soon.