38 comments/ 43644 views/ 35 favorites I Found my Wife on MarriedHookup By: L0tsaluck I was in New Orleans waiting in line at the coffee shop near the convention center and noticed a familiar voice a few persons in front of me. I couldn't place it and being hundreds of miles from home it made me curious. Finally as the man turned to leave with his order I recognized a face from my past. It was an older version of a college dorm mate and friend who I had not seen in over a dozen years. I quickly yelled, "Hey Buck." That was his nickname from college for obvious reasons as it suited his personality and passion for womanizing to a tea. He had graying sideburns and had put on 10 pounds or so but otherwise looked the same. We greeted each other and quickly grabbed a table for a catch up visit. We were both in town for the same convention, Buck as one of the team members who managed the convention and myself as an attendee of the pharmaceutical convention. Bucky seemed to be doing well and had a senior position in a company that did major conventions. He traveled frequently to Chicago, Vegas and New Orleans for major conventions and lived in Phoenix. He still golfed and played buckets. He showed me a picture of his six year old but indicated that he was divorced a couple of years ago and was back in the hunt. That was Buck's specialty in college. He had a charming personality and was blessed with good looks that he worked hard to maintain. He liked the women and let everybody know. I had updated him on my career and just as I was about to cover my family situation when he mentioned that he had been in Chicago a few weeks ago and had seen Wendy Austin's profile on a dating site. He said, I thought you were going to marry her that's why I never made a pass at her in school. I would have loved to have gotten my hands on her and the challenge of getting in the panties of the shy ones was always my specialty. When did you break up with her?" I regrouped quickly hoping that Buck didn't notice the surprised look on my face. I had married Wendy two years after Buck graduated but I had no idea why he would have seen her profile on a dating site. I brushed it off indicating that we had gone our own ways after college and I had met and married a wonderful woman shorty after and now had two grade-schoolers and was living in a suburb of Milwaukee. I asked Buck, "Where did you see Wendy's profile? I would like to check her out and see how she aged. I'm surprised she is on a dating site as she was the marrying type." Buck grinned and said, "You are right about her being the marrying type, I saw her profile on the MarriedHookup web site - a site for philandering. Since my divorce I occasionally hook up with married women out of town as I am not ready to get serious yet and the horny housewives are discrete and usually interested in a little company, a nice diner out and hot sex not serious relationships. When I saw the screen name I looked at the photos and while she had giant sunglasses on, the photo of her hot ass and reference to being an avid Bears fan had me convinced it was her. Next time I am in Chicago I am going to try and hook up with her." Now tell me about your family." I had all I could handle to not walk to the rest room and heave my stomach. I quickly said things were great but that I had to get to a conference session. I exchanged cards and indicated I would get in touch. I could hardly concentrate the rest of the day. A million thought went through my head. Was he wrong? How long had this been going on? Could my shy, family-focused wife really be on a cheaters' web site? What could have motivated it? Was I really that out of touch? Maybe it was a prank? Is there some way she could be forced or blackmailed into doing it? I couldn't wait to get through my meetings and back to my room. I quickly dropped my dinner plans and struggled through the days' worth of meeting with hardly a memory of what was being covered. I wondered if I should call or text my wife. I envisioned being divorced and throwing her out of the house. How would the kids react? Did they know anything? Surely she would be discrete - but then again I hadn't expected her to cheat so who knows if she is having strange men over to the house when I travel. The thought of my wife wanting to be with other men was crushing to my ego. Was I not romantic enough? Was I not a good enough lover? Why hadn't she said anything? I grabbed takeout at a fast food restaurant and headed back to the room. I was quickly logged on the computer and searching for information about the website MarriedHookup. I remembered seeing their advertising slogan in a magazine - "Looking for an Affair?" and seeing a news story that the busiest day for cheating websites was right after Valentines when people reacted to the lack of romance in their own relationships by seeking out others. I read a few stories about the site and then logged on. I probably spent 45 minutes creating a profile and learning about the site. Of course I needed to come up with an alias. Even the email address I used was from a new account that I didn't use for anything else. The site recommended having a photo so I browsed the web looking for a photo to include with the profile I was creating. I pasted sunglasses on the image of a model from a men's sportswear catalog. As I was halfway through creating the profile it struck me that I should create a profile that would be attractive to my wife. But then again maybe I didn't know my wife that well anyway. Who wouldn't like tall, rich, and athletic? I called my wife wanting to say good night to the kids before they went to bed and to see how her day had gone. I was anxious about making the call. I was even more anxious when the babysitter answered. She mentioned Wendy was at a school function and would be home shortly. I couldn't help but wonder if she was really hooking up with some guy - taking advantage of the fact that I was out of town. I talked with both kids briefly getting no hint that anything was out of the ordinary at home. I went for a 3 mile run, twice my normal distance, hoping to burn off some of my anxious energy and relax. Even while running I was thinking about Wendy. I had images of her dancing with another man who was taking liberties with his hands. I had visions of a half-naked man burying his face in her cleavage as he unhooked her bra and unzipped her skirt. I heard her moaning as a large man pummeled her in the missionary position. I had an erection that made it hard to run. The conflicting emotions were driving me crazy. By 9:30 PM I had showered and logged back in to the website. I finished the profile, purchased some credits, and began looking at Women's profiles. Buck had mentioned he saw her profile when he was planning to travel to Chicago so I searched that area first. I was stunned at the number of women who were on the site. I probably spent over an hour looking at various profiles. Most were married women most claiming to be looking for a little excitement on the side. Many were attractive. I had trouble wrapping my head around the idea of that many supposedly happily married woman were actually seeking out an affair for no reason other than sexual excitement - yet, I knew several guys who did just that and it didn't surprise me at all. I guess I still have a different standard for men and women when it came to extramarital sex. I searched for Wendy using several aliases including her maiden name, nickname and hometown - all with no luck. Maybe Buck was mistaken or she had come to her senses and had pulled her profile. I finally decided to text Buck and ask him if he recalled Wendy's screen name. It was after 10. Sure enough, 10 minutes later I got a text from Buck, "WillingWendy - I only remembered it because it seemed so out of character for the shy Wendy you dated in college. Good luck." "WillingWendy" WTF the woman I dated two years before getting to fuck her now goes by WillingWendy? The woman that requires a week of romancing, a special occasion and two drinks before even considering oral sex, calls herself WillingWendy? The woman that required five years of begging before finally succumbing to an anal tickler. I couldn't believe my wife could be that person. Moments after getting Buck's text I got a call from Wendy. My heart was beating rapidly my stomach churning. I had all I could do to not call her WillingWendy on the phone. I was hurt and jealous and furious, but I had a hard on from thinking about the image of my wife as a willing sex object. Wendy reported being at a church Sunday school teachers meeting and picking up some groceries afterwards. I had no reason to doubt her but I couldn't be sure. The idea of a Sunday school teacher advertising to hook up on a philanderers' website was a little much. Maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought. The call was pleasant but brief. I asked her if everything was okay. I told her I missed her and that we should plan to go out this weekend. The call ended with us sharing the routine "I love you" goodbyes. As I was talking to Wendy I had typed WillingWendy into the search routine. Who would've ever guessed there were three WillingWendys in Chicago? My WillingWendy was "WillingWendy38C-26-36". The woman who was afraid to go braless outside of the house was now posting her measurements on the Internet. She had two photos posted. As I enlarged the first it showed her face with an oversized set of sunglasses and a blond wig. She was recognizable to me but few other people would have recognized her even if they knew her. She had dyed blond hair in college which is why Buck could have recognized her. She had on a Chicago Bears jersey with an altered neckline revealing an ample display of cleavage - a look that had been vetoed almost every time I had encouraged it. The second photo was taken from behind and showed Wendy leaning over a porch railing with her ass in a tight white miniskirt filling the center of the image. I was sweating with an upset stomach but my cock was hard as a rock as I looked at the page. Wendy's ass was hot and that miniskirt brought back some memories from earlier in our marriage. I couldn't imagine any guy looking at the pictures not being attracted to Wendy. I continued looking at Wendy's profile. Preferences and encounters I am open to: Anonymous sex, one-night stands, sensual massage, Likes to receive oral sex, favorite position doggy style, likes fondling and mutual masturbation. What really turns me on: Experienced lover, good personal hygiene, high sex drive, great stamina, confident aggressive style. What I am looking for: Being dressed sexy for your viewing pleasure, daring rendezvous, new experiences. Happily married wife, mother and professional who wants to add a little excitement by being used for your pleasure. I'll fulfill your wild fantasy if you fill me. Must be attractive, 30 to 50-year-old married man, must be safe and discrete. Holy shit. "Wants to be used" where in the world did that come from? That comment was so out of character for the Wendy I knew that I was tempted to think the whole thing was a joke. Maybe somebody put her up to it. I couldn't imagine her behaving in the manner she implied in her profile. "... if you fill me." I was flabbergasted at what she wrote. Never in a thousand years would I have expected to see those words coming from Wendy. I was shaking as I reread the page over and over. "Happily married..." So why the hell was she looking to have an affair? I looked again at the pictures and realized that the picture of her ass had to have been taken by somebody else. Either Wendy figured out how to use her camera phone with a remote or somebody else was party to this sick plot. Between that aggressive profile and the fact that she was among the women on the site who didn't appear to be looking for a sugar daddy made me presume she's had dozens of responses. I studied the photos in detail. I enlarged the outdoor one of her ass trying to figure out where they were taken. I finally noticed the community water tower in the background and looked at the shadows to try and figure out the sun angles. I was zooming in on Google aerial maps and photos trying to figure out the viewing angles so I could figure out where the pictures were taken. I narrowed it down to a neighborhood a few miles from our house then tried to figure out who Wendy might know in that neighborhood. It was late and I was exhausted both physically and emotionally yet I couldn't fall asleep. I finally fell asleep but I didn't sleep well. I woke up twice in the middle of the night sweating and anxious. I was sweating so bad I finally moved to the other bed in the hotel room to have dryer sheets. I woke up again in the morning with an erection so hard that it hurt. I was as close to having a wet dream as I had been since I was a teenager. Images of a man with his hand slipped in Wendy's blouse enjoying her breasts or a young stud having his way with her on our marital bed were haunting me but arousing me. Thursday morning I struggled to get ready for my day's activities but I was still preoccupied with Wendy's profile. I went to her social media page and scanned her list of friends hoping to see any hints as to who might've been complicit in this marriage wrecking escapade. As I scanned through the list of friends I noticed Jennifer's name and recalled she might have lived in that part of town. Wendy knew her from work but had also socialized with her a little. She'd gone through a divorce in the last year and just might've been the one to get Wendy involved in the website. I decided to show up late for my first conference session as I first searched MarriedHookup for a profile for Jennifer. Then I searched Jennifer's social media page for any hints. A family photo in the backyard with that telltale water tower in the background confirmed my suspicions. As I headed off to the conference I was accumulating a list of actions in my head for later that evening. Check my wife's social media page and emails to see if I could figure out the timing of when she might have spent time with Jennifer, Check out divorce law for Wisconsin and look through divorce lawyer ratings, re-create my travel calendar for the past several weeks to see if I could identify any times when Wendy would have been able to get away from the kids and work long enough to hook up with a horny suitor. With her listing posted for Chicago it wouldn't have been trivial to schedule time together. And finally, I wanted to contact her through my alias profile to see how she reacted. In spite of the lack of sleep and distractions I was so fired up that my aggressively delivered conference presentation was very well received. I couldn't wait for the meetings to end so I could get back to my room and go online. I couldn't pass up a quick dinner and drinks with an old doctor friend but was back in my room before eight. As I was getting out of my suit Wendy called with a daily report on the kids and a question about some mail. My pulse quickened about 20 beats when I heard her voice. She sounded normal but I was apprehensive. She said she was looking forward to me getting home Saturday and our date. I was instantly suspicious that her sweet tone was motivated by guilt or an attempt to imply everything was normal. I wasn't even sure I could stay in the same house with her say nothing of take her on a date. I just couldn't wrap my head around the situation that was unfolding. I still didn't know if anything had come of her web profile but just the fact that she did it was causing me great angst. And given her profile and those photos I suspected she'd had dozens of inquiries. In fact I wondered when she had time to screen all the potential suitors. My goal for Thursday night was to send Wendy a wink, MarriedHookup name for an initial inquiry, and educate myself on Wisconsin divorce laws. I wrote what I thought was a nice note introducing myself to WillingWendy, commenting on how nice she looked and suggesting we should get to know each other. I completed my nightly run and did some homework on divorce laws and strategies then crashed. I slept a little better but on Friday it was equally hard to concentrate. We had an evening dinner/reception so I would not get back to the room till later. I tried checking the website via smartphone and did not have a response - although there was little reason to expect one since Wendy was at work and would not have had time to check her profile in privacy. It was 10 before I got back to my room. Sure enough I had a response. I anxiously opened the note - "Thanks for the inquiry and complements. You sound like a nice guy. I already have a nice guy in my life and I am not interested in getting to know a guy that I could come to care about. Sorry." Signed WillingWendy38C-36-36. Wendy was certainly full of surprises. She obviously wasn't interested in an affair, evidently just a fling or a cruel chance to tease guys and see what reactions she could get. At least she thought I was a nice guy. Perhaps to nice. As I went to bed Friday night I was contemplating how to react when I saw Wendy at the airport the next day. I was not sure I could disguise my anger and fear. I resolved to get up early, get in my run and take another shot at WillingWendy with a new profile. By tomorrow I would be Henry, a traveling salesman who would "love to bury my face in your cleavage and fondle that cute ass next time when I pass thru Chicago." I also resolved to try and act as normal as possible until I found out more about what Wendy had already done and what my legal actions could be. My anger was giving way to vicarious thrills thinking of my heretofore shy wife becoming a sex object for some horny guy. Wendy had the kids with her when she picked me up. It was great to see all of them. The presence of the kids obviously kept me from saying anything about WillingWendy which was a good thing as I wanted to learn more first. We had a pleasant kiss and she was affectionate but I was anxious and trying to act normal. That afternoon as Wendy chauffeured the kids to activities I downloaded a keystroke tracker software program for our computer and went over the credit card charges to see if I could find any suspicious charges. Our date was going to be looking at carpet samples for the master bedroom them going to our favorite Italian restaurant. I had visions of selling the house after a divorce not redecorating. Needless to say when Wendy emerged from our room dressed in the short white skirt she had worn in her photo I was speechless. As I looked at her she said, "Do you remember this skirt? I found it in the back of the closet. I haven't worn it since before the kids but my weight is down enough that it fits now. Do you like it?" I responded, "I certainly do remember it. I have been gone a week and I don't think I will be able to go shopping and out to dinner without attacking you if you wear that skirt." Wendy grinned and walked to the car with me staring at her ass in the tight white skirt - the ass she had posted a photo of on the internet. The ass that I was torn between kicking out of the house or bending over the arm of the couch and burying my cock in using her advertised favorite doggy-style position. I had to reposition my hard on before I could follow that swaying ass to the car. Dinner was pleasant and I almost forgot about the web profile until Wendy excused herself to the ladies room. That short tight white skirt reminded me. When she returned I couldn't resist asking her about finding the skirt. She said she found it a couple weeks ago when Jenifer helped her clean the spare bedroom closet. That confirmed both the involvement of Jennifer and the timing. I followed up by asking what Jennifer was up to. Wendy said she seemed to be adjusting to single life and was dating some. I then asked, "Who had the affair that lead to the divorce, Jennifer or her ex?" I Found my Wife on MarriedHookup Ch. 02 Ending 01 Strongly encourage reading part 1. ***** I had previously rejected the idea of unconditionally submitting and becoming a cuckold as my wife, Wendy pursued having a fling or flings with strangers who responded to her online profile on a philanderers' web site. I had also rejected trying to intervene and in hopes of convincing or threatening her into giving up her quest before she consummated her emotional adultery with physical adultery. I was left with divorce or staying with a hot wife and trying to craft a tolerable relationship or open marriage. This was the week to make a decision. I had planned to return to town unannounced and earlier than planned to confront Wendy on Thursday, the day she had two dates planned. It was Sunday afternoon, I was heading toward California for a Monday meeting. I was exhausted both physically and emotionally as I had been dealing with work, divorce lawyers, and late night spying on my wife's internet activities. The plane probably hadn't made it above ten thousand feet before I fell asleep in my seat. I was sitting at my office desk in the loft overlooking our great room. The only light was the monitor displaying my work spreadsheet. A car pulled up and the glare of headlights shone through the front windows. I clicked off the monitor and sat back quietly. The front door opened and Wendy walked in talking loudly. "Diner was good, thank you. Too bad we had to drive so far to keep from being seen." Then a response from a strange man, "I'm looking forward to desert. Come here." Just when Wendy flipped the switch on a small table lamp the man caught up with her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her passionately on the lips as his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. I stood behind a potted fig tree that allowed me a good view while screening anyone from seeing me in the low light. The men's large hands contrasted against the satiny silk red dress that Wendy was wearing. Her light brown hair was shinny and wavy and laid softly on her shoulders. Below the mid-thigh length dress black seamed stockings and black heels completed her sexy look. The red dress obviously hadn't been returned. The kiss finally ended and the man said," I've been looking forward to this." As he spoke one hand moved from her ass cheek. He turned Wendy just enough to allow me to see his hand trace the neckline of Wendy's dress before coming to rest on her breast. It wasn't a delicate brush of her front but a very intentional groping. Wendy showed no resistance and had her hands on the men's waist. They kissed again as his hand moved up to grab the shoulder strap of the dress. It was quickly pulled over her shoulder and down her arm. Half of the deep V dress front slipped down over Wendy's front. A shear red molded stretch bra snugly cupped Wendy's breast. Even from my vantage point 25 feet away I could see her nipple. The man was less than subtle as he first fondled her nipple a few seconds then abruptly pulled the bra's shoulder strap down. Wendy's full breast came into view briefly before the man's hand grasped it. Wendy whimpered briefly before her lips were covered in another kiss. There was a knock at the door. Wendy gasped, "Oh shit, I'm not expecting anyone and you can't be seen here." The man said, "Don't worry, it's a friend of mine that I invited." He took Wendy's hand and steered her toward the door with half her dress top still pulled down and her fit on display. He told the man to come in then turned to Wendy and said, "You said to fulfill my fantasy and that is what I intend to do." I could see the surprised look on the second man's face as he took in the sight of my wife in a hot red dress with one breast exposed the moment he was in the door. Wendy was mumbling, "My God, I didn't expect ..." as the second man, who had been greeted as Todd, stepped forward and kissed her bringing an end to her talking before she finished her sentence. As Todd kissed Wendy - again without any protest, the first man stepped behind her and found the zipper on the back of the dress. Todd had already bent over to take Wendy's breast in his mouth as the first, still unnamed, man was sliding Wendy's remaining shoulder strap down with one hand while he worked the zipper down with the other hand. The dress slid down Wendy's hips and puddled on the floor as her sheer matching red panties and the lace stocking tops were revealed. If patience was a virtue these men were virtue less. With her dress on the floor the first man moved quickly to unhook her bra. Her second shapely breast came into view and the bra went flying across the room. Meanwhile, Todd had kissed his way down Wendy's torso and knelt and used both hands to peel the matching red panties down Wendy's legs. As Wendy was facing away from me I was treated to her shapely bare ass coming into view. Todd was eye level with Wendy's pussy as he said, "Delicious." Before resuming his kissing moving from Wendy's, waist toward her neatly trimmed pussy. Before he could reach his intended target the other man shuffled Wendy toward the area rug in the center of the room. Todd stood then put his hands on Wendy's shoulders and pushed down signaling he wanted her to kneel. My wife, now clad only in black stockings, knelt compliantly. Both men were undoing their belts and undoing buttons as their eyes feasted on the shapely subservient woman kneeling before them. She steadied herself with her hands on Todd's legs as his shorts slid down and his cock... I was shaken awake by the woman sitting in the plane seat next to me. "Sir, sir." she spoke into my ear as I regained consciousness. "Are you OK?" "You were mumbling "Don't do it. Don't do it Wendy." You must have been dreaming. Is everything all right?" Fortunately the blanket covering me hid my bulging slacks. I, apologized to the woman and thanked her for waking me. She leaned toward me and whispered, "You were mumbling about fucking and I didn't want the children behind us hearing so I had to, wake you." I apologized again and blushed in embarrassment as I thanked her. I didn't know if it was a nightmare or premonition but I knew I needed to try and stop it. The woman turned to me and discretely asked, "Did your wife have an affair?" I responded, "How much did you hear? Not yet but she seems to be trying to." "Prior history of promiscuity?" "Absolutely not." I responded. She continued, "Have you been fighting?" "No!" I responded. She handed me a business card as she continued, "Any recent medical or emotional stress?" As I glanced at the card I noticed a string of credential letters. I recognized the Ph.D. credential but was not familiar with the other acronyms. I did notice the business name, Madison Therapy and Counseling. "Not that I, am aware of." I responded. The rapid-fire business like questions continued, "Any blackmail or peer pressure possibilities?" "No blackmail that I know of but it does appear a divorced and promiscuous friend has been encouraging and coaching her." I responded. "Have you ever done anything to make her think it would be OK - have you talked about it as a fantasy?" She asked. I paused, "Certainly not in any way that she would have thought was serious and, frankly not for several years. I have had all I could do to get her cooperative for a romantic evening and with luck, have vanilla sex afterwards." "Are you too routine and boring?" "No, believe me, I try to mix it up but she keeps saying we are too old for that stuff." I replied with a little annoyance. We had been whispering back and forth for about half an hour and were an hour from touchdown and the questions continued. "I hope you aren't going to bill me I joked." "Have or do you flirt with or noticeably check out or lust after other women?" she asked. "No, certainly not when I am with her." I responded. "Do you get excited thinking about your wife with another man?" She asked. I hesitated and she continued, "Be honest, about half of men find it sexy - that doesn't mean you would actually want it to happen or that even if you wanted it to happen, some men know that the risks of it screwing up the relation are too big even if it would be exciting for one night. Only about ten or fifteen percent of couples can actually do well with an open marriage." "Whispering even quieter than before I responded, "Yes, it does excite me. I have woken up several times when thinking about it after seeing her pictures on the web site or reading the communications she has with the men from the web site or the stories relayed between her and her conspiring friend." The questions got even harder. "If it ended now, could you ever forgive her?" "I'm not sure but I doubt it. It hurts too much just to know she has been planning it. She had one date that I know about that she chickened out on but she has dates planned for Thursday. She thinks I am out of town until Saturday but I was planning on returning early and confronting her - I just haven't decided exactly what I want to do. I had papers drawn up if I decide to serve her." "Kids?" she asked. "Yes." I answered. "Eight and 11, I continued." "Ouch." She responded. "And financial and health situation?" "Good health and OK financial situation." We went into more detail for another 15 minutes when the flight attendant indicated we would be landing in 10 minutes. I had been responding to her for nearly two hours so it was my turn to ask questions. "So what would you do?" I asked. "Well." she said, "If I were ordered by a divorce court to counsel you I would recommend extended counseling in an attempt to save the marriage for the kids' sake." "If you had engaged me privately I'd spend a little more time verifying my initial opinion that a divorce would be best as you are too young and have time to find a healthier relationship and will never be able to forgive her." "No, I meant what would you do if it happened to you?" "Oh, I'd extract a huge revenge on Jennifer, that so-called friend so that Wendy understands how seriously you take this. Then I'd extract a measure of revenge on Wendy but not so much that it would keep you from having a strong visitation agreement for the kids. Then I would encourage you to lose 15 pounds, color those few signs of grey in your hair, and get ready to enjoy finding a new mate." As the plane touched down she took my hand in hers and said, "Good luck, don't let this ruin the rest of your life. call me and tell me how it goes." After getting a car and getting to my hotel with a drive-thru salad - time to, start losing those 15 pounds, I powered up my laptop and searched my contacts for Jenifer's ex-husband's phone number. A plan was coming together. I Found my Wife on MarriedHookup Ch. 02 Ending 02 Strongly encourage reading part 1. ***** I had previously rejected the idea of unconditionally submitting and becoming a cuckold as my wife, Wendy pursued having a fling or flings with strangers who responded to her online profile on a philanderers' web site. I had also rejected trying to intervene and in hopes of convincing or threatening her into giving up her quest before she consummated her emotional adultery with physical adultery. I was left with divorce or staying with a hot wife and trying to craft a tolerable relationship or open marriage. This was the week to make a decision. I had planned to return to town unannounced and earlier than planned to confront Wendy on Thursday, the day she had two dates planned. It was Sunday afternoon, I was heading toward California for a Monday meetings. I was exhausted both physically and emotionally as I had been dealing with work, divorce lawyers, and late night spying on my wife's internet activities. The plane probably hadn't made it above ten thousand feet before I fell asleep in my seat. During my time in California I focused on getting my work done so I could head home early. While tracking Wendy's web and email activities I discovered she had rescheduled her Thursday afternoon date to Wednesday evening, presumably so she would be fresh for her Thursday evening date with Henry. My goal was to catch Wendy in the act then confront her as Henry on Thursday evening. She had sent her suitor a photo of her body in a red sheer bra and panty set with the caption, "Red hot waiting to see you." I arrived home Wednesday morning and made my arrangements. Secret cameras were installed while Wendy was at work and I left the house before she came from work to dress for her liaison. I was sitting at my office desk in the loft overlooking our great room. The only light was the monitor displaying the controls for the 6 secret cameras I had set in in various rooms. A car pulled up and the glare of headlights shone through the front windows. I clicked off the monitor and sat back quietly. The front door opened and Wendy walked in talking loudly. "Diner was good, thank you. Too bad we had to drive so far to keep from being seen." Then a response from a strange man, "I'm looking forward to desert. Come here." Just when Wendy flipped the switch on a small table lamp the man caught up with her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her passionately on the lips as his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. I stood behind a potted fig tree that allowed me a good view while screening anyone from seeing me in the low light. The men's large hands contrasted against the satiny silk red dress that Wendy was wearing. Her light brown hair was shinny and wavy and laid softly on her shoulders. Below the mid-thigh length dress black seamed stockings and black heels completed her sexy look. The red dress obviously hadn't been returned. The kiss finally ended and the man said," I've been looking forward to this." As he spoke one hand moved from her ass cheek. He turned Wendy just enough to allow me to see his hand trace the neckline of Wendy's dress before coming to rest on her breast. It wasn't a delicate brush of her front but a very intentional groping. Wendy showed no resistance and had her hands on the men's waist. They kissed again as his hand moved up to grab the shoulder strap of the dress. It was quickly pulled over her shoulder and down her arm. Half of the deep V dress front slipped down over Wendy's front. A shear red molded stretch bra snuggly cupped Wendy's breast. Even from my vantage point 25 feet away I could see her nipple. The man was less than subtle as he first fondled her nipple a few seconds then abruptly pulled the bra's shoulder strap down. Wendy's full breast came into view briefly before the man's hand grasped it. Wendy whimpered briefly before her lips were covered in another kiss. There was a knock at the door. Wendy gasped, "Oh shit, I'm not expecting anyone and you can't be seen here." The man said, "Don't worry, it's a friend of mine that I invited." He took Wendy's hand and walked her toward the door with half her dress top laying on her waist. He told the man to come in then turned to Wendy and said, "You said to fulfill my fantasy and that is what I intend to do." I could see the surprised look on the second man's face as he took in the sight of my wife in a hot red dress with one breast exposed. Wendy was mumbling, "My God, I had no idea ..." as the second man, who had been greeted as Todd, stepped forward and kissed her. As Todd kissed Wendy, interrupting her statements of surprise, she submitted to the lustful kiss again without any protest. After several moments of kissing the first man stepped behind Wendy. Todd bent over to take Wendy's breast in his mouth as the first, still unnamed, man was sliding Wendy's remaining shoulder strap down. With her second breast revealed first in the red sheer bra then quickly bared as the bra strap was pulled over her shoulder and down her arm. The other man then found the zipper on the back of the red dress and worked the zipper down. The tight dress pulled apart as the zipper was lowered and the dress slid down Wendy's hips and puddled on the floor as her sheer matching red panties and the lace stocking tops were revealed. If patience was a virtue these men were without virtue. With her dress on the floor the first man moved quickly to unhook her bra which was quickly dispensed. Todd used both hands to peel the matching red panties down Wendy's legs. As Wendy was facing away from me I was treated to her shapely bare ass coming into view. Todd was commenting on her nicely trimmed pussy as the men shuffled Wendy toward the area rug in the center of the room. Todd put his hands on Wendy's shoulders and pushed down signaling he wanted her to kneel. My wife, now clad only in black stockings kneeled compliantly. Both men stepped back and started quickly removing their clothes. Wendy knelt observing there undressing in silence until she gasped as jockey shorts were pulled down and two fully aroused cocks were uncovered, Todd's penis practically hitting her in the face. Todd put his hands on both sides of her head and pushed his cock toward her mouth. My cock was probably as hard as the two men's but I couldn't take any more. I cried out "Wendy, no, no." I was shaken awake by the woman sitting next to me in my hospital bed. As I came to I saw my wife with a very concerned look on her face saying she shook me when I called out her name. Medical staff was arriving in the room and rushing to my bed while checking the monitors and various wires and tubes connected to my body. My wife was hugging me now with tears in her eyes. Saying, "We were worried sick, you have been unconscious for 18 hours. The doctor was cautioning me not to try and move as my right leg was in a cast and I was bruised and swollen in several places. I asked about the kids immediately as Wendy explained they were with her parents and we were in a hospital in New Orleans. I had been hit by a car running a light as I was walking across the street to catch up with an old friend I had recognized from college. He was the one that called 911. As Wendy's comments soaked in the doctor expressed concern that my blood pressure and heart rate were slowing. I turned to him and spoke, "Its ok, they are simply reacting to being back to normal." It was several weeks later when we were back at home that I asked Wendy if she had seen Jennifer lately. She looked at me kind of funny and said, "No, Jennifer moved out of town months ago to live with a man she meet thru a dating service. I told you that months ago." I did now recalled hearing that. I smiled at Wendy and said, "When we are old and retired sitting on rockers on the front porch I have quite a dream to tell you about." I Found my Wife on MarriedHookup Wendy seemed to cringe as she said, "Who said there was an affair? Jennifer just said they grew apart." "Then it must have been Jennifer." I responded. The topic clearly left Wendy a little shaken. I was glad it was her stomach churning as mine had been upset for days. Her sensitivity reaffirmed there were things going on she was not sharing. We talked about the kids and work the remainder of dinner and we both settled down. As soon as I had the babysitter out the door at home I grabbed Wendy as she tried to go and change out of her skirt and pulled her over the arm of the family room couch. As she protested I was pulling the back of her skirt up to her waist with one hand while holding her down with the other. As she babbled about waking the kids and needing to go to our room I was fondling her ass and working her panties down. When my fingers penetrated her wet slit and went to work her protests turned to whimpers. The hand that had been holding her back down took advantage of her submission and was now sliding under her blouse to fondle her 38C breasts. I spent several minutes aggressively massaging her breasts and nipples while my fingers probed her pussy. I paused briefly to remove my clothes as she laid face down and bare ass up over the arm of the couch. I lined up beside the couch and slid my rock hard 6 inches into her doggy style in a single stroke then proceeded to pound her pussy and slam my groin into those gorgeous ass cheeks. It didn't take long for Wendy to be squirming and squealing near orgasm. I stroked harder and deeper with my hands pulling her hips helping to pull her even tighter onto my cock. And Wendy came with her familiar tremors which pushed me over the top sending several streams of hot cum deep in her womb. We both collapsed on the couch to recover and later made our way to bed, spent for the night. I woke up with morning wood about 7:30. I grabbed the lotion bottle on the nightstand and proceeded to slather a generous amount on Wendy's naked breasts enjoying massaging them and seeing her nipples respond. With Wendy still half asleep I straddled her and slid my erection into the valley between her breasts. I used her cleavage to massage my cock and was soon giving her a vigorous titty fuck. My usual routine was to then fuck her pussy but that day I decided to take my pleasure how I wanted and continued the tit fucking eventually unloaded several hot streams of cum on her cleavage and face. Wendy finished waking up with her face coated with hot cum. As Wendy grabbed for the kleenex on the night stand she asked what brought that on. I told her being gone a week and coming home to my hot wife in a sexy miniskirt turned me on. I was tempted to tell her that seeing her act like a slut online made me want to treat her like one at home. Sunday was spent with the kids in family activities and the week was busy with me in town and her and the kids with several activities. I couldn't imagine her having time to screen her profile responses or carryout any other mischief as I watched her closely. On Wednesday I did check the computer and the keystroke program and confirmed that she hadn't been on Marriedhookup but she had checked her email. This revealed her email password and allowed me to log in to her email from any machine so I could check for any possible shenanigans. Thursday night I had a meeting and didn't get home till after Wendy was in bed. I checked the computer and sure enough, with me out of the house she has spent over an hour on the hookup website. The good news was she had rejected 32 inquiries but had responded to 3. One was my Henry profile. She responded with a note, "Sounds like a possibility, let me know when you will be in the area or near Milwaukee and we will see if we can get together. Another was a similar response to another man and the third was someone she had communicated with before. Her note to Jim said, "Sorry I chickened out on our get together two weeks ago. I'm new to this and still very anxious about following thru. I am excited but afraid. You are right I didn't keep my commitment to fulfill your fantasy. Given the time and expense you incurred your request for photos seems fair. I will attach a couple of photos to an email and send it to the address you sent. If you are still interested after looking at the photos let me know the next time you are in town and I will see if I am available and ready. P.S. would be nice to get some photos of you in return." My heart ached after reading the email but I had a raging hard on and couldn't wait to log on to Wendy's email and see what she sent. It was clear that Wendy hadn't physically cheated yet but she was clearly thinking about it and enjoying the flirting and being pursued and lusted after by the guys. I logged on to Wendy's email next and searched her folders. I noticed some emails with Jennifer and checked those out first. It was clear that Jennifer was the instigator and had encourage and helped Wendy to set up her profile. It seemed that Jennifer had been using the site to make connections for a long time and she seemed to enjoy bragging to Wendy about the hot sex she was getting from near anonymous guys. Virtually every Monday Jennifer had sent an email with a report on getting shagged by various guys in various places over the weekend. Jennifer was clearly a slut and taunting Wendy to have a fling implying everybody did and I was probably hitting on other women during all my time away from home. I had a hard on as I read the emails and envisioned Jennifer or Wendy getting a lustful loveless hard fuck by some horny stranger. I trembled as I opened the email in Wendy's sent box to the stranger named Jim that Wendy had stood up but apologized to by sending photos. I opened the first photo as my heart was practically beating out of my chest. Wendy, still in the blond wig that must have been Jennifer's and sunglasses, still in the white skirt but with her blouse removed and a relatively sheer bra covering her breasts. In addition to generous cleavage from the skimpy bra cups, her aureoles and nipples were clearly visible thru the sheer fabric and Wendy had a come-fuck-me smile on her face. It was hot but not pornographic. The second image was Wendy still with the wig and glasses but this time dressed in a black bra, panty, garter and stocking set. Wendy probably didn't realize the enlarged photo clearly showed her pussy cameltoe and aroused nipples thru the shear tight fabric. I had not seen the ensemble before. The bitch was showing off in lingerie that she didn't wear for her husband. It was the kind of photo that would encourage most men to travel half way across the country for the prospect of seeing what was under that sexy lingerie. It was the kind of photo that could wreck most marriages and the kind that could get someone fired. It was stupid to send to a stranger - but God it was hot. I had accumulated enough screenshots to have a pretty powerful package to use in divorce proceedings. I knew I needed to put a stop to this one way or another. I was scheduled to be out of town for a week later in the month. I had to take some action before Wendy could consummate her infidelity while I was away. Several options were emerging: 1)I could concede and ignore her behavior for the sake of the kids, becoming a cuckold. 2)I could put a stop to it and try to move forward - excusing her antics to date as bowing to peer pressure and assume she would discontinue when her plans were revealed. 3)I could use my accumulated evidence of her intentions and simply divorce her. 4)Or I could enjoy the thrill of Wendy becoming a hot MILF. Maybe a few porkings by some horny studs would teach her some new tricks. Just thinking about it the past few weeks had certainly kept me aroused. Her willingness to ignore our vows would certainly free me to do the same. Maybe an open marriage until the kids are older would be the way to go. Number 1 was clearly out but the other three options were possibilities. I, rather my Henry profile, responded to WillingWendy that he would be in her area later in the month and, using his authoritative master language, would tell her where to meet him and what to wear. He promised 7 inches of prime beef to fill her hunger. I couldn't believe an arrogant bully would be attractive to Wendy but it had worked so far and obviously I didn't know Wendy as well as I thought. As I hit the send button I heard Wendy come in thru the kitchen. I was again torn between the desire to throw her on the bed, rip off her clothes, and fuck the daylights out of her taking my pleasure while with my cock buried in her hot pussy versus kicking the aspiring slut-in-training out of the house. The next ten days were hard as I struggled to decide what to do. I slept with Wendy and fucked her almost daily as if to get as much sexual pleasure as I could before dumping her. While some men fuck their wives while fantasizing about another woman, I was fucking my wife while fantasizing about another man blowing his load all over her face or peeling down her panties before stuffing her with a strange cock. I had dreams of my good wife and mediocre lover becoming a bad wife but great sex object and fuck toy. I met with a lawyer and had papers drawn up just in case. Wendy heard back from Jim who had obviously enjoyed her photos and asked her to take an afternoon off and meet him at a nearby hotel the following Thursday noon. Henry, my new profile, also contacted her and told Wendy to get a babysitter and meet him Thursday night and to wear a red dress. Wendy gleefully reported her offers to get laid twice in the same day hours apart to Jennifer. Jennifer offered to babysit and encouraged Wendy to go for it and have a little fun. I had visions of greeting Wendy in a hotel room where she was expecting Henry and handing her the divorce papers while she stood there in a red dress getting ready to be taken by a second stranger with who knows how many loads of Jim's cum in her pussy. The depth of Wendy's intentions sank in even deeper when Wendy came home from shopping Saturday with a new red dress. When I noticed and asked what the occasion was she said it was on sale. I told her to model it for me which she reluctantly did but feigned surprise that it was so short and tight claiming she hadn't tried it on. I told her that a tight dress like that was meant to be worn with a shelf bra so the outline of her nipples was visible, a thong panty so the panty lines didn't show and thigh-high stockings so the lace tops showed teasing glimpses thru the skirt's slit. Wendy was noticeably embarrassed as she stood in a dress that was clearly intended to showcase the feminine charms of its wearer and would only be appropriate in select night clubs or the privacy of one's home. It looked delicious on her. The fabric hugged her shape with the curves of her bust, hips and ass fully revealed wrapped in the thin layer of satiny red fabric. The mid-thigh length was further compromised with a teasing slit that drew attention to her toned and tan legs. With a tone of mock seriousness I suggested she should plan to wear it when we took the kids to her parents for thanksgiving. As I offer to take a photo for her to post on her social media page Wendy grimaced and retreated to the bedroom saying that she would return the dress. I made arrangements to secretly return early from my trip to confront Wendy on Thursday. The weekend was emotionally difficult. Wendy was delightful and great with the kids and sweet and affectionate with me. But even my pointed comments about her dress didn't cause her to reflect on the path she was on. When left alone she was checking her profile and emails and proceeding with her very premeditated plans to be unfaithful. It just didn't make sense. What would poses a happily married woman to risk her marriage and the impact on our kids by pursuing anonymous hookups? I had previously rejected the idea of becoming a cuckold and as I packed my travel bag I conceded that WillingWendy38C-26-36 did need to be used for someone's pleasure - that itch needed to be scratched. Option 2, trying to put a stop to it by confronting Wendy and hoping that would end it was rejected. I just wasn't sure what if, any part I wanted to play in her future. I'd have to decide what to do during my flight. The remaining options were divorce or staying with a hot wife. As we reached cruising altitude I reclined my seat the tiny amount the airlines now allow and leaned back to contemplate how I was going to respond to my dilemma. I hate situations when you have no good options. There are no good choices when you find out that your wife of a dozen years and the mother of your two grade-schoolers has been spending time for the past five weeks seeking secrete sex partners online for a fling. In anticipation of my out of town trip she had arranged two liaisons for this week. Perhaps I should have taken comfort in the fact that she still professed her love to me and made it clear to the online paramours that her interests were restricted to adult fun. But somehow that didn't make it ok. I concluded I was not jealous of any of the guys. Nobody had bested me in a competition for Wendy's affection or attention. They were simply seeking a fling with a woman who was asking "...to be used for your pleasure." Wendy hadn't sought out a better person only another different person. My anger was with Wendy whose actions hurt me both by virtue of her evidently not being satisfied with me and because of the prospect that it would hurt our kids. As I nodded off for a cat nap I was leaning strongly toward, divorce.