Saturday evening was difficult. I loved my wife. I also thought she was my best friend. Under normal circumstances just being with her made me happy, but not that Saturday. That evening I kept picturing her in bed with Pete Munson. It might have been easier if he hadn't turned out to be such a complete asshole. Sadly he was a complete asshole and I couldn't stop wondering why my wife was willing to throw our marriage away for him. I thought I knew Katie. I couldn't understand how she could possibly be attracted to a man like that.

During dinner Katie noticed my distraction and asked, "Frankie it seems like you're a million miles away tonight. Is there something wrong?"

I could see she was nervous. I was certain she was worried that I was still angry with her because she'd come home so late the night before. Fortunately I'd anticipated this situation. I had a prepared excuse, an excuse that would actually help me make my pretend trip to Kansas City more credible.

Sighing, I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, when I went into the office this morning I got a report that the latest specs on the bridge we're building in Kansas City are below standard. I'm going to have to go back into the office again tomorrow and I'm sure that the next week is going to be a living hell for me."

Katie reached across the table and caressed my hand. "Poor baby, there's nothing you can do about it tonight. Please just try to relax and enjoy the evening. The movie we have is supposed to be very funny and when it's over I'm going to take you into the bedroom and make you forget all about that stupid bridge."

After dinner we cleaned the kitchen together. Once we were finished we cuddled on the couch and watched the movie. It was funny and for a little while I did manage to forget all about our problems. Unfortunately when the movie ended that temporary feeling of contentment vanished quickly.

Recognizing that I'd slipped back into my funk, Katie pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me down on the bed and flashed me a lascivious smile. "Frankie honey, I want you to relax on the bed while I do little strip tease for you."

She pulled my shoes and socks off, fluffed up a pillow, put it under my head, plugged her cell phone into the speakers on her dresser and turned on an old rhythm and blues song. It was one of her favorites, “Take Me To The River” by Al Green.

Katie started to dance. As I watched her I realized that this was the first time she'd ever done this for me. While I tried to convince myself that she was trying to take my mind off the bridge in Kansas City, I suspected there was another reason. She'd been doing it for Pete Munson. Now she was trying to assuage some of her guilt by doing it for me.

My wife was a beautiful young woman and an excellent dancer. I tried to relax and enjoy her strip tease, but I ended up having to pretend. I couldn't stop imagining her doing that same dance for her asshole lover.

Once Katie was completely naked she climbed onto the bed next to me and started massaging my crotch. I didn't have an erection. As soon as she realized it she whispered to me. "Baby, you really are worried about that bridge. Let me help you forget about it for a little while."

She unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. After she pulled them off she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off of my shoulders. Katie was treating me like a king. This was something else she'd never done before. In fact, this was a complete reversal of our usual roles in bed. Normally Katie would lie back like a goddess while I gave her pleasure. From the conversation I'd overheard at Brady's I gathered that Pete Munson was a dominant lover. I wondered if this was how Katie treated him.

My wife slipped her fingers into the waist band of my boxer shorts. As she started pulling them down she said, "Why don't we let your cute little penis out and see if he'd like to play. I'll bet I can make him stand up straight."

The words cute little penis made me wince. I knew I was being overly sensitive, but when you know your wife is secretly sleeping with another man you tend to be a little touchier than usual.

Noticing my reaction, Katie closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry Frankie, that didn't come out right. Baby you know I love your penis. I think it's the perfect size and it always makes me very happy."

I smiled at her and pretended to be happy, but it was difficult. I knew she was lying to me. If my little penis always made her happy, then why was she cheating on me with that jerk?

After slipping my boxers the rest of the way off, Katie picked up my flaccid penis and gently kissed the head. It felt wonderful, but when she put it in her mouth I remembered that it had been at least two months since she'd last done this for me. While I knew I was supposed to be playing the role of the loving husband, I couldn't resist throwing a subtle dart at her. I quietly whispered "It's been a long time since you've done this for me. I've forgotten how nice it feels."

Katie took my stiffening cock out of her mouth and stared at me. After a moment she closed her eyes and whispered, "You're right, I'm so sorry." For a second I thought she might start to cry, but she didn't. Instead she took a deep breath, pulled herself together, slipped my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me with an enthusiasm that I hadn't experienced since we first started dating.

It was wonderful, but then it got even better. Katie took my cock out of her mouth, bent it back and stroked it while she kissed and licked my balls. This was something she'd never done for me. Her efforts created the desired effect. All of my reticence vanished and my cock quickly swelled to a full throbbing erection.

Katie giggled. "I told you I could make him stand up straight."

She put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me again. I hadn't had any sex in over a week. Katie was doing things to me that I'd never imagined she would do. I was wildly aroused. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingle of excitement building in my loins. I patted Katie's shoulder to warn her that I was about to cum, but she surprised me and ignored my warning. She just kept sucking me. Suddenly a burst of raw pleasure exploded inside me and I started to ejaculate. Again Katie surprised me. She not only didn't take my cock out of her mouth she kept sucking me while I shot several spurts of semen into her throat. This was another pleasure that I'd never experienced and I had to admit that it also felt wonderful.

Katie kept my cock in her mouth until I'd completely lost my erection then she sat up and smiled at me. It was apparent that she'd swallowed my semen. That was something else she'd never done before.

Smiling back at her, I said, "That was wonderful, but where did you learn to do all of that?" Of course I already knew the answer. Pete Munson had taught her.

Katie's smile disappeared. For a moment she stared at me.

I immediately regretted asking the question. My one goal that evening had been to avoid doing anything that would cause Katie to think I might suspect she was cheating on me.

Just as the silence was becoming awkward, Katie regained her composure and quickly said, "The girls in the secretarial pool at work talk about sex all the time. They told me to do that for you."

While I knew Katie was lying, I realized that challenging her wouldn't be productive, so instead I laughed and said, "Please be sure to thank them for me. That was the most wonderful blow job you've ever given me."

That eased the tension. Katie giggled and said, "Thank you kind sir." She fluffed up another pillow and lay down next to me. We both relaxed for a moment and then she leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Care to return the favor?"

I looked at Katie and saw the desire in her eyes. Her obvious excitement spurred my excitement. Smiling at her, I said, "I would love to do that."

I wasn't pretending. I mentioned earlier that in our sexual relationship there's always been a subtle dominant submissive dynamic between Katie and me. Katie enjoys the dominant role. I'm comfortable in the submissive role. It was never discussed, it just evolved. It's a spice that both of us enjoy.

I'd just had an orgasm. Normally that dulls my sexual ardor for a few minutes. I was also supposed to be angry with Katie. Any display of sexual excitement on my part should have been an act. That wasn't the case. At that moment, the prospect of going down on my wife had my entire body tingling with excitement. While I couldn't understand it, I also couldn't deny it.

Slipping down the bed, I lay on my stomach between Katie's legs. She pulled her feet back and parted her thighs. I looked at her pussy, it was freshly shaved. I assumed that she'd done it yesterday in preparation for her evening with Munson.

I was momentarily confused. That realization should have triggered a response of anger and jealousy. It didn't, in fact it actually it excited me. Unable to make any sense out of that strange reaction, I simply chose to stop thinking about it. Instead I closed my eyes and gave in to my sexual desires. Leaning forward, I kissed my wife's cunt. She was already wet. Katie was just as excited as I was.

I covered her moist sex with soft kisses and savored the feeling of her dampness on my lips. Katie lay perfectly still. Her apparent impassivity didn't concern me. I knew her well. Her lack of response wasn't due to disinterest. She was lying still because she was relishing the delicate sensations I was creating with my kisses.

I extended my tongue. Katie's breath caught as she felt my kisses turn into French kisses. As soon as I tasted her sex a surge of electric excitement rippled through my loins. Unable to control my own lust, I immediately started licking her. I'd planned to wait. I'd wanted to tease her for a few minutes before I started pleasuring her in earnest, but I couldn't help myself. Ever since we met, kissing and licking Katie has always been my greatest passion.

For the next few minutes I completely forgot about the problem that was plaguing our lives. I focused all of my attention on giving Katie the pleasure that was her divine right. My ardor grew into a burning desire to demonstrate my total devotion to her. Suddenly her affair with another man seemed irrelevant. It had no bearing on my love for her. Katie was my goddess and that was all that mattered. Slipping my hands underneath her, I gently raised her hips. When she realized what I was doing Katie pulled her feet back and pushed her hips forward in an effort to give me easier access.

As I stared at her beckoning asshole a tiny voice in the back of my mind screamed at me. Stop! This woman has dishonored you. I ignored the voice. I couldn't help myself. I wanted, no I needed to do it. Eagerly placing my lips against the entrance to my goddesses hidden tunnel, I willingly abased myself for her pleasure and excitement.

Katie screamed, "Oh god yes!" And then in an effort to make herself even more accessible to me, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

Excited by her response I began French kissing Katie.

As soon as she felt my tongue probing her, she squealed with delight. That caused me to kiss and lick her with even greater passion. Burning with lust, Katie reached down with both of her hands and began wantonly massaging her clitoris.

For a moment we were both lost in a fog of unbridled animal excitement. Time was meaningless. All that mattered was the satisfaction of our sexual hunger. And then I felt all the muscles in Katie's body tense. Pulling her to me, I tried to bury my face even deeper between the cheeks of her ass.

Arching her back, Katie emitted a shrill cry. Realizing what was happening, I pulled back. Katie's entire body started to shake. My pulse raced as I watched the convulsions of ecstasy ravage her sweat covered body.

Gradually the waves of pleasure diminished in intensity. As they subsided Katie melted into the sheets. Once she was totally relaxed she looked up at me with a smile and said, "Frankie that was magnificent. It's been a while since you made love to me like that."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "It's been a while since you were interested."

Katie stared at me for a moment and then she sat up and said, "That's not true."

I didn't say anything.

She looked into my eyes, but then she quickly glanced away. I could see that she was thinking. Suddenly she said, "Oh god!"

We were both quiet. A thick tension hung in the air. Finally Katie took a deep breath and whispered, "Frankie please forgive me."

I continued staring at her.

"It's my job." Her voice was barely above a whisper. “When I was going to college I had so many hopes. I dreamed of changing the world. I was so excited when I moved to the city. I was certain I was on the verge of doing great things."

Katie smiled at me. "Then I met you. You're wonderful and you actually do great things. You build bridges and magnificent buildings. When we got married I felt like it was a union of giants. I was certain that together we were going to conquer the world."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "But then I couldn't find a job. No one was willing to recognize my talents. I had to take a position as a secretary. Frankie you build wonderful structures. I spend my day typing insurance contracts. If I died tomorrow no one would even know that I'd existed."

"I'd know. Together we created something more magnificent than any building or bridge that I could ever build by myself. We built our love and that love will last longer than any structure that any human being has ever created."

Katie stared at me for a moment and then she shook her head and cried, "Oh god what have I done!"

I looked at her and wondered if she was about to confess everything, but she quickly pulled herself together and said, "Frankie, I'm so sorry that I've been neglecting you."

Throwing her arms around my neck, Katie kissed me. It quickly turned into a long passionate kiss. As we kissed she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my stiffening penis and whispered, "Make love to me Frankie. Please make love to me right now.”

Katie got up on her hands and knees. "Take me Frankie. I want you. Take me doggie style. It will feel wonderful."

This was another change. Katie had never let me fuck her like this. Usually we either did it in the missionary position or she wanted to be on top. The few times we'd done it during the past few months she'd always wanted to be on top.

Excited, I eagerly positioned myself behind her. Katie giggled with delight when she felt me push my stiff cock into her wet cunt.

I started fucking her.

Her response shocked me. "Yes Frankie, that feels so good. That's right! Do me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Pump your big hard cock in and out of my hot cunt."

In the past, at the height of her excitement while we were making love Katie might have said something like, “Fuck me Frankie.” Once in a while she might have even used the words penis or pussy, but she never said, cock or cunt. Talking dirty was something she didn't do.

Katie's smutty language and new adventurous attitude excited me. As I fucked her from behind I became increasingly daring. Looking down at her puckered little anus, still glistening with my saliva, I remembered Munson boasting to his friend that my wife let him fuck her ass.

Suddenly reasoning that if she allows him do it, she should let me do it too, I pulled my cock out of Katie's cunt, bent over and pushed my tongue back into her asshole. I wanted to get her nice and wet.

Katie said, "Frankie, what are you doing? I want you to fuck me right now. We can do that again later."

I ignored her. I was like a man possessed by demons. I'd just abased myself completely for my wife's pleasure. I'd made her my goddess and worshiped her. Now I wanted an affirmation of her love for me. I needed to know that she cared about me just as much as she cared about her asshole lover. I desperately wanted to be assured that she'd give me anything she gave him.

I straightened up. The tip of my penis brushed across the lips of Katie's cunt.

"Yes Frankie, that's right fuck me. You can lick my asshole again later, but right now I want you to fuck me."

I wrapped my arm around Katie's waist and pulled her up slightly. This lowered her ass so that the tip of my erect cock was tickling her tiny anus.

"Frankie what are you doing?"

I started pushing my cock into Katie's asshole.

"No Frankie, not there! I want you to fuck my pussy."

I remembered how aggressive Munson seemed to be. I assumed that Katie had made similar protests when he first took her ass, so I ignored her and kept pushing.

"Frankie I said no! Now please put your cock back in my pussy."

I pictured Munson pushing his big cock in and out of Katie's ass. Why was she willing to give him this pleasure, but deny it to me?"

I pushed harder.

Suddenly Katie screamed "Frankie I said no! She pulled herself away from me and turned around. "Frankie what's gotten into you? I told you no."

I stared at her. "I just gave myself to you totally. I abased myself and licked your asshole to show you how much I love you. I did it to show you that I'll do anything in the world for you. Now I'm asking you to give yourself to me, to show me how much you love me."

Katie shook her head. "Please Frankie, don't ask me to do that. It will make me feel cheap and dirty. Baby our love is so pure. I don't want to tarnish it. I sucked your cock and swallowed your cum. Isn't that enough for you? Frankie please believe me, I do love you. I just can't let you do that to me."

Katie lay down on her back, spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. "Now come on baby, fuck my cunt. You know how much I love that and I know how good it makes you feel.

I half hardheartedly pushed my cock back into Katie's cunt and continued fucking her, but the magic was gone. Now it was mechanical on both of our parts. We were just going through the motions. I came as quickly as I could and then I rolled off of Katie and lay on my side with my back to her. I felt totally rejected. I was now utterly convinced that my wife loved Pete Munson more than she loved me.

Katie put her arm around me. "Baby please don't be angry with me. I just can't let you do that to me. It would make me feel like a whore."

I wanted to scream at her, Then why will you let him do it to you! I didn't. I couldn't. I wasn't yet prepared for a confrontation. Still, as I lay there feeling dejected, I knew that eventually a time would come when I would ask Katie that very question.

Unable to sleep, I was up early the next morning. I made a pot of coffee and retrieved the newspaper from the front steps. I was just opening the sports page when Katie walked into the kitchen. All she was wearing was one of my tee shirts. She was beautiful. Sadly, as I gazed at her I couldn't help wondering if she walked around like that in front of him. We stared at each other. There was a coolness between us. It was obvious that both of us sensed it.

Katie walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "Frankie, I know I hurt your feelings last night. Please understand that I just can't bear to let you do that to me. It would make me feel cheap. I promise you that I'll try to make it up to you in other ways."

Stepping back, she looked at me and asked, "What made you think about doing that anyway?"

I'd suspected that she might ask me that question, so I'd prepared an answer. "Two of the younger guys at work were talking about it last week. They both claimed their wives loved it."

Katie shook her head. "Women talk about sex all the time, but I didn't think guys did that."

"Sometimes, but the problem with guys is that they don't always tell the truth."

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. I might have been reading this all wrong. It was possible that Munson was lying when he bragged to his friend that he was fucking my wife in her ass. He might have been making the whole thing up to make himself look good. He certainly appeared to be the kind of guy who was capable of doing something like that. I reminded myself that this was a situation where jumping to conclusions could be very dangerous.

Smiling at Katie, I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have turned it into such a big issue."

Katie smiled back at me. "It's okay baby. It never hurts to ask. Maybe tonight we can try to find some other things that will be just as much fun."

I shook my head. "That's an attractive offer, but I have to go into the office and I might end up having a long day. The problem in Kansas City has the potential to be pretty serious. It could end up costing the company a lot of money."

"Will you be home for supper?"

"I'm not sure. I can't be certain about how serious the problem is until I see the tech reports. They're going to fax those to me this morning. If it's as bad as I suspect it might be, I'm afraid that over the next several days I'll be spending some long hours in my office trying to work out a solution."

Katie nodded. "As long as you're not going to be around, I think I'll go shopping this afternoon. Would you call me on my cell phone when you know more about your schedule?"

"I'll keep you posted about what's happening."

"Thank you sweetheart, I'd appreciate that."

While I was certain that Katie was mostly interested in my work schedule because it created an opportunity for her to spend the afternoon at the King's Motor Inn with her asshole lover, I stifled my heartache and smiled at her. The time for a confrontation was still several days away.

Instead I made cinnamon toast for both of us. We sat together at the kitchen table drinking coffee, eating our toast and reading the Sunday paper. It was nice, but as we sat there I couldn't help wondering if Katie and I would still be together on the following Sunday. I feared that it was highly unlikely.