Ana came into the bedroom and found that her husband had left a line of strewn clothes leading to the bathroom. She shook her head and smiled to herself, he shouts at the kids for doing the exact same thing, yet he is just as bad. She slipped her shoes off and placed them in the closet and took her jacket off. Work had been long, and she was tired from reading novels that she just couldn't get into. She slipped out of her tights and placed them into the hamper. It was as she was unbuttoning her shirt that her fingers stopped as she caught sight of it. No, he wouldn't, she thought as she did up the buttons she had just undone. She bent down and picked up her husbands underwear.
There was the unmistakable stain of a cheating man. She sank onto the plush bed, and let the offending garment fall from her hand. She had been married to her husband long enough to know that he never had stained underwear, and she knew what it was. It was the reason that they had clean sheets on the bed most days. She had known something wasnt right between them for months, yes they had sex but it was getting harder for her to pleasure him like she used to. She heard the shower being turned off so quickly and quietly left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Gail was no where to be found, which was strange because it was coming close to tea for the children. She crossed the room to the phone on the wall and dialed the well known number.
"Ana, how are you dear?"
"I'm okay Gail, I was just wondering where you and the children were?"
"Mr Grey told me to take the kids out for their tea, a treat for being good."
"Oh okay, I wonder why he didn't tell me?"
"I'm sorry Ana, I thpought that you were in the loop."
"It's fine Gail, he probably told me and I've forgotton, give the kids a kiss for me and I will see you all when you get back."
"Okay dear."
Ana hung up the phone and walked into the family room, a confused look on her face. She was about to sit down when two things happened simultaneously, she saw the lacy pink bra on the back of the sofa and the undeniable sound of a woman being thoroughly fucked. Ana recognised that sound, it was the noise she made most nights. She pelted up the stairs to their bedroom, thankful that she had removed her tights so that she didnt slip in on the stone floor in her haste to reach the bedroom, and slammed open the door.
What she saw made her shake from head to toe and she felt her heart break into two. Christian, her husband, had his dick in a brunette haired, petite womans pussy, and he was enjoying it as much as she was.
"You bastard." The last thing a startled Christian saw was the hair of his wife as she exited the room.
