Stealing My Husband's Lover

Part I

ONE.

 

I knew two secrets about my husband that he didn’t know I knew.

How’s that for confusing?

First secret? He had a lover. I wasn’t sure who the lover was, but I knew he was having sex with someone else.

I couldn’t really fault him for his affair. I’m only human. He’s only human. I can’t be everything to him and I could only assume his lover was giving him something I wasn’t able to or willing to. I was oddly okay with him having a piece on the side, if it made him happy. He didn’t flaunt it in my face, he was very discrete, and he seemed happy. Except for when he came home and I knew he had been fucking his lover so he didn’t feel like fucking me, I was happy as well.

I didn’t let him know that I knew, but a wife knows things about her husband that he doesn’t even realize about himself.

I suppose many women would have been upset about their husbands cheating on them, but Paul and I had a sordid history of our own. He had a fairly serious girlfriend when he and I met and I was actually engaged to another man.

It’s as bad as it sounds.

We both cheated on our significant others for several months before we came clean to them, broke off our old relationships and got serious with each other.

Everybody was unhappy…except maybe Paul and I.

Everyone predicted it wouldn’t last, but we’ve been married ten years now.

Eleven in June.

Things happen. Life moves on. I wasn’t going to fault Paul for wanting some excitement and thrill outside of our marriage, though I wished he’d be a little more honest about it with me. I’d have given him permission.

The second secret? Paul’s bi. But I didn’t care about that.

Some women would melt into a puddle of tears if they found out their husband had the least bit of interest in the same sex. There is a reason why “gay” the most popular Google autocomplete to the phrase “Is my husband…” But I wasn’t the sort of woman who worried about that. I’m not from the South. I’m not Christian. I’m not insecure about my sexuality.

How’d I find this out about him? Shortly after we started hooking up, I was giving him a blowjob, he was drunk, not blackout drunk, but well-inebriated, when he confessed to me the first blowjob he ever received was from another guy.

Still, I didn’t let that be the only indicator. Lots of guys play about with each other when they’re young.

But I’m a terrible person and I snooped on his phone and his web browsing history. He spent a lot of time watching gay and bi porn. That didn’t really bother me. Lots of straight and semi-straight guys have an interest in gay porn. I like watching gay porn, but I’m a woman so that’s normal; I like to see a lot of big, hard cocks in action.

Apparently so did my husband.

All of this would have been perfectly fine with me.

But eventually I figured out for two months running Paul fucked his lover more times than me.

That made me angry. I didn’t mind Paul fucking someone on the side, but she would never be his primary. And here she was two months running getting more of his cock than me.

I decided to take action.

 

Like I said, I’m a terrible snoop. Yes, it’s a character flaw and no, I’m not going to do anything about it. I knew the password to Paul’s phone and it was easy to recreate his web history (which was actually kind of fun because he watched some really quality gay porn that helped get me off more than once). He thought he was being tricky, not storing his girlfriend’s name in his phone, just leaving her number, and keeping their text conversations to a minimum, but I’m smarter than that.

Just about all of his text conversations were nothing more than working out the logistics of hooking up. There weren’t any long descriptions of what they wanted to do to each other. There weren’t confessions of love. Hell, there wasn’t even a single picture of her, or the two of them fucking.

They thought they were being discrete, but I’m smarter than that. I had to go about busting them the old fashioned way. In person.

Their texts back and forth always laid out a time and location. With that info, I just needed to appear in the flesh.

I wasn’t really angry. I just wanted him to fuck me as much as he fucked her. Actually I’d be happy with having him at 51% for me and I needed that to be clear.

They had agreed to meet at a hotel. It wasn’t an especially fancy hotel, but it was nice enough. It wasn’t a dump of a motel. That was important for two reasons. First, it showed my husband had some class. Second, it would have housekeeping staff somewhere.

Getting the room number from the front desk was easy. A little cleavage, a winning smile, and the hint that I was meeting my boyfriend for an afternoon for fun was all I needed.

Slipping into the room was different. I couldn’t just knock. That’s where the housekeeping staff came in.

I had to wander the halls a bit, but I came across a middle-aged woman soon enough. She was Latina and probably working legally, but she was definitely poor otherwise she wouldn’t have been working that job. The small cross necklace she wore was my easy in. I put on my game face and marched up to her.

“Ma’am, I need your help.”

She looked nervous. Women in her position are so easily taken advantage of and I didn’t want to get her into trouble. I was going to make it worth her while. “What is it, miss?” she said with an accent, probably Mexican, but definitely Spanish influenced.

“My husband is cheating on me,” I said boldly. It was mostly the truth. Yes, he might have been cheating, but it was with my implicit approval. “I need to catch him in the act.” I waved my phone at her. “I need pictures.”

“I don’t know if I should—”

I cut her off by dipping in my purse and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “You don’t have to do anything other than open up the door,” I told her.

She slowly shook her head. “No, no. I cannot—”

Again, I cut her off an added another twenty to the one already in my hand. “I’m a good Christian woman and I’m not going to allow my husband to defame my name and dishonor our children. I will make my husband obey his promise to God.” Now we were well into the lying, but I was okay with that. Paul and I were planning on having kids “someday”. And I had been baptized as a baby by my maternal grandmother in the kitchen sink because she didn’t want my soul to go to hell because my parents were non-believers. Still, it was lying.

But forty dollars and the fear of God was enough to sway my new best friend. She nodded and asked for the room number. After I handed her the forty dollars, she slipped her pass card into the door’s slot and quickly walked away, not looking back.

I didn’t blame her.

As silently as possible, I stole into the room. The door had made an audible clicking noise when the lock had disengaged, but it was moderately soft. The door swung open on silent hinges.

The hotel room was of typical design. Two bed, low dresser, closet and bathroom in the tiny hall on the way in, television on the dresser, small table and chairs against the window which had its curtain closed. What most hotel rooms didn’t have was my husband on his knees in front of a naked man clearly giving him a blowjob. Paul was only topless, not that it made a different, but I certainly noted it at the time.

I stood there a long moment, staring at them. The stranger was clearly enjoying Paul’s mouth. Both didn’t hear me come in; they were too engrossed in the very intimate act of fellatio. I had expected to find my husband in the midst of sex with a woman. If I want to be perfectly honest, I was sort of excited by the prospect of what I would find. Was she going to be pretty? Were they going to be performing some unnaturally kinky act? Was she going to look like me or something completely different? Anything was possible.

I hadn’t anticipated my husband’s lover to be a man.      

“Oh shit!” I blurted out.

That was enough to break them apart. Paul scrambled to the side, surprised and a bit frightened, but he didn’t get off the floor. He sat there between the beds staring at me.

His lover covered his cock with both hands and backed up to the window, pressing against the curtain. Before he managed to cover himself I noted that his erect cock was impressively sized. It was impossible for me to tell who was bigger from a quick glance, but he had nothing to be ashamed of.

The three of us stood there for far too long. Every passing second made it more uncomfortable.

“Maggie,” Paul said, for no other reason than to break the silence. “I can explain.”

I held up my hand. “I was expecting to find you here with someone else, but I wasn’t exactly expecting this.”

“I can explain,” he repeated.

“I mean, I knew you were bi and all, but for some reason it never occurred to me that your lover was a man.”

“I can explain,” Paul said one more time, but then my words sank in. “You knew I’m bi?” he asked quizzically.

“Oh please,” I said with a roll of my eyes. I ignored my husband and walked up to his lover. Both of them were over six feet tall and muscular. No, they weren’t athletes, but apparently men who like to have sex with men like to keep themselves in decent shape. I liked that. I politely held out my hand to him, as if meeting him at a cocktail party. It was sort of a party and it certainly involved some cock, so close enough. “Hello. I’m Maggie, Paul’s wife. Did you know he was married? What’s your name?”

All the plans I had formed had gone out the window. Almost mechanically he shook my hand, taking it away from his cock. “I’m Nicholas,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

I couldn’t help myself and glanced down at his partially exposed cock. I smiled. It was even more impressive close up, even if his erection was starting to fade. “Nice to meet you, Nick. Is it okay if I call you Nick?”

He nodded.

“I can explain all this, Maggie,” Paul said, scrambling to his feet. His pants were unzipped but his cock was still hidden away. “I suppose I should tell you that I’m not completely straight.” His face was flushed red, probably from embarrassment rather than sexual exertion.

“I already told you, I know you’re bi, Paul.”

“Oh. Right.”

“This just confirms it. Are you ready to move on?”

“How?” he asked, but he clearly wasn’t thinking. This wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.

I glanced one more time at Nick’s cock, and then sat down on one of the chairs next to the small, round table. “No need to apologize,” I said, trying to remain cool and aloof. “Obviously I can’t give you everything Nick can, but I’m just wondering what we do next.”

“I’d better leave,” Nick said as he headed toward the pile of clothes next to the bed. I stuck out my leg and blocked his path. I was wearing a skirt so they could see my stocking-covered leg halfway up my thigh.

“I have a few questions for you first, Nick.” I smiled at him. It was probably the same smile predators use when cornering prey. “Did you know that Paul was married?”

He had the good manners to look away in shame when he answered. “Yes. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Do you have a wife, Nick?”

“You don’t have to answer her questions,” Paul interjected.

He ignored my husband. “No. But I do have a girlfriend.”

“So are you gay or bi or what?”

The boldfaced question made them both go silent for a moment. They shared a long uncomfortable glance until Paul looked away. “Well?” I asked Nick.

“He’s both,” Paul snapped. “Half and half. Bi. Does it make a fucking bit of difference?”

I glared at my husband. This was the first time I was actually truly angry over the whole situation. I didn’t mi