Author: ronjohn29072

Caught in the Act- Part Two (m/f) (mild BSDM) ( Non-consensual)

In absolutely every scenario I can think of, a good husband would rush to his wife right after she faints. Hell, a good husband would at least try and catch her the second he realizes she’s about to pass out. I left Ellen on the floor as I walked to the refrigerator to grab a beer.

We had both left the normal loving couple in the rear view mirror. She a month or so before beginning an affair and me today documenting her extramarital activities the way a scientist might observe an animal displaying a new behavior.

I’m back in my comfortable overstuffed chair with my fresh beer when she starts to come around. There were no visible injuries as she stands up and walks over to the matching chair. I glance over to make sure the DVD video of them in the motel is paused with her frozen in time sucking Frank’s dick.“You want to tell me how this began.” I say in a surprisingly calm tone.

Ellen takes a moment to compose herself. She’s an attorney after all, not only that I’ve lived with long enough to know how she thinks, or I thought I did. Read more »

Caught in the Act (m/f) (cheating)

My wife, Ellen, left for work in her usual casual manner. She walked out to the car with her briefcase in one hand, gym bag hanging off her shoulder, and the keys in the other hand.

“Bye honey,” she said blowing me a kiss. A childish gesture but she’s a busy woman and didn’t have time to stand in front of me and actually perform the physical gesture. “Don’t make dinner tonight, I’ll be working late,” Ellen says while maneuvering everything she carried to close the door to the garage.

A better, more trusting husband would have overlooked the fact his wife didn’t ask any questions when he came home two days before saying he was going to take the rest of the week off from work on a whim. Ellen Bostick is a busy woman and what John Bostick does with his free time is none of her concern.

But it just wasn’t Ellen’s diligence to her career and dedication to the law firm she worked that had gotten me suspicious weeks before. It was about a month ago that Ellen became obsessed with having her cell phone constantly within reach. The next strangeness was when I noticed she had muted the notification sound her cell phone made when she got a text. After that an avalanche strange behaviors appeared the following weeks leaving me to one conclusion. My loving wife of seven years was fucking another guy, or gal. Read more »

The Beach House: Part One (MF, Cheating)

*This is the first part of a much longer story. I wrote this a few years back after staying in a similar beach house located on Pawleys Island, South Carolina. The story is fiction but my wife and I did perform some of the activities. Constructive criticism is welcome.*

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Diane Ryder stepped out of the rented beach house’s living room and onto the large screen-in porch feeling quite frustrated. Taking a seat in one of the comfortable lounge chairs she stared out into the night hoping the steady but pleasant roar of the surf might relax her enough so she could sleep. Dressed only in her long cotton nightshirt and panties she felt an instant chill from the breeze blowing in from the ocean raising goosebumps all across her arms and legs. While sitting there in the dark the smallest bit of a smile crept across her face at the thought that something had finally touched her because her damn husband, Jeff, sure wasn’t showing any interest on what was supposed to be a relaxing extended weekend on the coast. Read more »