Straight Male / 45
I'm a 45 year old man married to a 33 year old Filipina for 11 years now. We have two kids, 8 & 5, and I never had any reason to suspect her of ever being unfaithful until this past Friday.
I came home from work a few hours earlier and, as I was arriving, I saw the FedEx truck parked in front of our house.
Rose's cousin's husband came out of our front door,as I was walking towards the front door myself, in uniform and I greeted him with a "Hello Brian!".
He seemed surprised to see me, and nervous, and said "What are you doing home so early?" then quickly realized that it seemed the wrong thing to say.
"I mean, hey, what's up Bob?" he replied nervously, looking as if he were in a rush to leave, he was sweaty and smiled awkwardly.
"Not much. Just slow at work so I used some personal time. I was gonna take Rose out for a nice lunch." I replied.
I must've sounded like a dope but I thought his was an innocent visit as my wife likes to shop online, instead of in stores, and UPS and FedEx trucks were often around the neighborhood and stopped at our house. His truck didn't seem out of the ordinary being there.
He got out to his truck and drove off quickly as I entered my home.
Brian's 31 and married to Nanette, Rose's younger cousin, and his wife is rather plain and drab looking while Rose was a province beauty queen as a teen growing up in the Philippines. My wife is rather beautiful with a nice figure that draws a lot of visual attention from men I've noticed many times.
I walked in and right away noticed that my wife, who usually keeps the house immaculate, had left her heeled shoes on the middle of the living room floor.
I walked in the kitchen and saw two plates with uneaten food on them and drinks barely touched.Brian had left his jacket on a chair.
When I looked to my left, into the living room, I saw a pair of my wife's black shorts laying on the armrest of our couch as if they'd just been tossed there in a rush by someone. I found it odd and began to worry something had been going on.
When I walked towards the hallway that leads to our bedroom my fears were reaffirmed.
Her red blouse lay on the floor in the hallway and right outside our door, on the floor, was a pair of white thong panties. A pair of men's socks lay besides them. I knew they were not mine.
I swallowed nervously now suspecting what had been going on.
The door to our bedroom was open and when I approached it I saw my wife, Rose, laying on or bed with the sheets pushed off of herself.
She was completely nude and was caressing herself, humming a song lowly as it played on her ipod,whispering in Tagalog and moaning softly as if completely content.
I turned around and went back out.
I drove off and texted my wife from a gas station that I was otw home early from work.
She texted me back "Ok" within moments and I drove home.
When I got home all was cleaned and I took her out to lunch.
I asked her if anything interesting had happened today and she replied "No" and told me it was just the normal day of getting kids to school, gong to the gym for her step class, and cleaning up the house a little.
Later that evening, out in my front yard, I said hello to my nosy Korean neighbor. She's a major gossiper and will often go on and on about everything happening in our upper middle class neighborhood.
I asked her if she'd ever noticed how often the Fedex truck stops at our house and she remarked "Oh, almost every day he stop there by lunchtime.Same time every day. Your wife must order lot of things from them" and then went on about some other neighbor ordering some kitchen thing she liked.
On Sunday we went to church and, conveniently, Brian and Nanette were there.
I invite them out to lunch with us. They have a son younger than our two. They accepted and we went to a Chinese buffet.
Rose seemed incredibly nervous about going out with them, even tried to state a few things we needed to get home for, but I told her they could wait.
Brian was doing a much better job of acting innocent I noticed.
As we ate I couldn't help but notice Rose continually glancing over at him.
Every time that he got up for food Rose got up.
I noticed her standing next to him two times and she was whispering something to him.
Later during the meal Rose excused herself to use the ladies room, while Nanette was attending to feeding her young son, and she made sure to inform Brian twice that she was getting up to use the ladies room.
"I need to go too" he finally added, standing up and walking away with her. I noticed my wife talking very nervously to him from afar as they made their way across the restaurant.
When he got back he cuddled with Nanette and she made a few remarks about what a good husband he was. She's a sweetheart. Not the most beautiful woman, and not too bright, but she deserves better. Always pleasant to everyone. The irony is that she looks up to and idolizes Rose. Rose then sat down and smiled and added how lucky she and Nanette both were to have such good husbands. I wanted to confront them right then and there but our kids were with us.
They've lived in the same town as us for 9 years now. In fact, it was Rose who suggested they buy the home of her friend who was moving away. My wife and Brian have always been very friendly, joking around, and such. I never put it together until this weekend so maybe I'm not too bright either. Nanette's gotten peeved with him on occasion and told him "Stop staring at her!" once at the beach down in Florida when we vacationed together. Rose was in a sexy pink bikini and he'd mentioned how good she looked previously and that she should work out with his wife to help her get in shape. I noticed her later that afternoon in a dead staring contest with him as she stood on the beach and he sat while I was on line getting some hot dogs for my kids. Now I think about moments like that.
One time, at my wife's older sisters, the ladies had been playing scrabble and Brian had wanted to join in. There were no more seats and Rose jokingly offered to share hers with him. Nanette got a little peeved at that but laughed, lie the others, to not seem so harsh when Brian jokingly pulled up Rose and sat her down on his lap. I'd thought it had been just goofing around, maybe it had been at the time, even when he discretely seemed to keep his hand on her ass for several minutes as they sat like that.
One thing that really bothers me is this:
Brian goes to the same gym I go to. I've seen him in the locker room nude. He's got a cock like a battering ram. I swear the thing is at least 10 inches long soft. It's freaking huge and I envy him for that. I think about him putting that massive thing into my wife and wonder how she could ever be satisfied with a normal sized guy like myself. There was a rumor a few years ago, I gave him benefit of the doubt, that he was fucking this female trainer named Carla that was married as well. I never saw evidence of it but, then again, he's probably been fucking my wife for nearly a decade and I just found out.
Looking back now, I would very much categorize it as flirtatious or teasing type behavior.
My older child, an 8 year old son, looks like he could be Brian's son and strangers have mistaken him for that many times in the past when we've all been out together.
I am afraid to find out the truth, though I suspect it already, and love my son.
I came home from work a few hours earlier and, as I was arriving, I saw the FedEx truck parked in front of our house.
Rose's cousin's husband came out of our front door,as I was walking towards the front door myself, in uniform and I greeted him with a "Hello Brian!".
He seemed surprised to see me, and nervous, and said "What are you doing home so early?" then quickly realized that it seemed the wrong thing to say.
"I mean, hey, what's up Bob?" he replied nervously, looking as if he were in a rush to leave, he was sweaty and smiled awkwardly.
"Not much. Just slow at work so I used some personal time. I was gonna take Rose out for a nice lunch." I replied.
I must've sounded like a dope but I thought his was an innocent visit as my wife likes to shop online, instead of in stores, and UPS and FedEx trucks were often around the neighborhood and stopped at our house. His truck didn't seem out of the ordinary being there.
He got out to his truck and drove off quickly as I entered my home.
Brian's 31 and married to Nanette, Rose's younger cousin, and his wife is rather plain and drab looking while Rose was a province beauty queen as a teen growing up in the Philippines. My wife is rather beautiful with a nice figure that draws a lot of visual attention from men I've noticed many times.
I walked in and right away noticed that my wife, who usually keeps the house immaculate, had left her heeled shoes on the middle of the living room floor.
I walked in the kitchen and saw two plates with uneaten food on them and drinks barely touched.Brian had left his jacket on a chair.
When I looked to my left, into the living room, I saw a pair of my wife's black shorts laying on the armrest of our couch as if they'd just been tossed there in a rush by someone. I found it odd and began to worry something had been going on.
When I walked towards the hallway that leads to our bedroom my fears were reaffirmed.
Her red blouse lay on the floor in the hallway and right outside our door, on the floor, was a pair of white thong panties. A pair of men's socks lay besides them. I knew they were not mine.
I swallowed nervously now suspecting what had been going on.
The door to our bedroom was open and when I approached it I saw my wife, Rose, laying on or bed with the sheets pushed off of herself.
She was completely nude and was caressing herself, humming a song lowly as it played on her ipod,whispering in Tagalog and moaning softly as if completely content.
I turned around and went back out.
I drove off and texted my wife from a gas station that I was otw home early from work.
She texted me back "Ok" within moments and I drove home.
When I got home all was cleaned and I took her out to lunch.
I asked her if anything interesting had happened today and she replied "No" and told me it was just the normal day of getting kids to school, gong to the gym for her step class, and cleaning up the house a little.
Later that evening, out in my front yard, I said hello to my nosy Korean neighbor. She's a major gossiper and will often go on and on about everything happening in our upper middle class neighborhood.
I asked her if she'd ever noticed how often the Fedex truck stops at our house and she remarked "Oh, almost every day he stop there by lunchtime.Same time every day. Your wife must order lot of things from them" and then went on about some other neighbor ordering some kitchen thing she liked.
On Sunday we went to church and, conveniently, Brian and Nanette were there.
I invite them out to lunch with us. They have a son younger than our two. They accepted and we went to a Chinese buffet.
Rose seemed incredibly nervous about going out with them, even tried to state a few things we needed to get home for, but I told her they could wait.
Brian was doing a much better job of acting innocent I noticed.
As we ate I couldn't help but notice Rose continually glancing over at him.
Every time that he got up for food Rose got up.
I noticed her standing next to him two times and she was whispering something to him.
Later during the meal Rose excused herself to use the ladies room, while Nanette was attending to feeding her young son, and she made sure to inform Brian twice that she was getting up to use the ladies room.
"I need to go too" he finally added, standing up and walking away with her. I noticed my wife talking very nervously to him from afar as they made their way across the restaurant.
When he got back he cuddled with Nanette and she made a few remarks about what a good husband he was. She's a sweetheart. Not the most beautiful woman, and not too bright, but she deserves better. Always pleasant to everyone. The irony is that she looks up to and idolizes Rose. Rose then sat down and smiled and added how lucky she and Nanette both were to have such good husbands. I wanted to confront them right then and there but our kids were with us.
They've lived in the same town as us for 9 years now. In fact, it was Rose who suggested they buy the home of her friend who was moving away. My wife and Brian have always been very friendly, joking around, and such. I never put it together until this weekend so maybe I'm not too bright either. Nanette's gotten peeved with him on occasion and told him "Stop staring at her!" once at the beach down in Florida when we vacationed together. Rose was in a sexy pink bikini and he'd mentioned how good she looked previously and that she should work out with his wife to help her get in shape. I noticed her later that afternoon in a dead staring contest with him as she stood on the beach and he sat while I was on line getting some hot dogs for my kids. Now I think about moments like that.
One time, at my wife's older sisters, the ladies had been playing scrabble and Brian had wanted to join in. There were no more seats and Rose jokingly offered to share hers with him. Nanette got a little peeved at that but laughed, lie the others, to not seem so harsh when Brian jokingly pulled up Rose and sat her down on his lap. I'd thought it had been just goofing around, maybe it had been at the time, even when he discretely seemed to keep his hand on her ass for several minutes as they sat like that.
One thing that really bothers me is this:
Brian goes to the same gym I go to. I've seen him in the locker room nude. He's got a cock like a battering ram. I swear the thing is at least 10 inches long soft. It's freaking huge and I envy him for that. I think about him putting that massive thing into my wife and wonder how she could ever be satisfied with a normal sized guy like myself. There was a rumor a few years ago, I gave him benefit of the doubt, that he was fucking this female trainer named Carla that was married as well. I never saw evidence of it but, then again, he's probably been fucking my wife for nearly a decade and I just found out.
Looking back now, I would very much categorize it as flirtatious or teasing type behavior.
My older child, an 8 year old son, looks like he could be Brian's son and strangers have mistaken him for that many times in the past when we've all been out together.
I am afraid to find out the truth, though I suspect it already, and love my son.
