Never get caught

(Part 1 from 4)

Five full months have gone by since my wife caught me with another woman. My beautiful wife Sue and I have been married for five years. She is a 5' 4" bombshell with blonde hair, a sexy slim figure with long tapering legs and 34B breasts. Sue has been the sweetest and the most adorable little woman since the day I met her in college.

We inherited a large mansion with three floors from her Grandparents a few years ago complete with the servant quarters on the third floor. As a matter of fact, the third floor is where I’ve been making myself home these past five months. Ever since Sue caught me with Darlene a redhead that works at my office I’ve been calling the third floor home. 

The day Sue caught me in bed with Darlene had changed my life. I just wish I could turn back time and live that day differently. Once I returned home that evening, Sue had packed all my clothes and wanted me to leave. I had found a soft spot in her heart and Sue told me I could sleep on the third floor.

Most of my days have been spent watching television and playing solitaire. I’ve bought Sue flowers many times since that night with Darlene. Sue told me I broke her heart and she didn’t know if she could take me back.

Over the last few months I’d noticed Sue had been going out with her girlfriends. I could see the lights of her car when she would pull into the drive at night. The last two weekends she was out rather late but wouldn’t tell me where she had been. Sue had told me she was with her friends and it was none of my business. 

Yesterday was Thursday and I arrived home from work around noon and I decided to do a little snooping in Sue’s bedroom. I didn’t find anything that would tell me if Sue was seeing anyone. Two things I did find, Sue’s wedding and engagement rings were put neatly in a ring box. She was still so mad that she wasn’t wearing her rings. 

The second thing I noticed was two new dresses Sue had bought and had hung in her closet. They were both short and one was red and would show a lot of cleavage. Another was black and had spaghetti straps and seemed like it too would put Sue’s breasts on display. I also noticed to new matching pair of heels with straps.

I really haven’t come down here at night when Sue returns home when she is out with her friends. I wondered where she might go wearing these dresses. There was also a new phone number marked in her address book with no name attached to it. I copied the number down on a pad and left the room. 


I decided I would call the number on my cell phone and see if where just one of Sue’s girlfriends. Once I was back up on the third floor I got my cell phone out and started to dial the number. After the third ring the phone went into a message system and a mans voice came on saying, you had reached the number I called and he couldn’t reach the phone and would I please leave a detailed message for him to get back to me.


The man on the answering machine had a really deep voice and I might ad that if I were a woman I would think it was a sexy voice. I had many thoughts to whom this man might be on the other end of the line. Maybe it was just the husband of one of Sue’s friends that recorded the message. After all, my voice is on our message system.

I made my dinner that evening wondering about the voice when I herd Sue’s car pull up into the driveway. I looked out the window and I could see another car pull in right behind Sue’s car. It was already dark and I couldn’t see who got out of the other car but it seemed like it was at least three or four other people.

I walked down the hall and to the back stairs and made myself quietly down the steps. I could hear some voices and laughter in the front room. I herd Sue coming up the front stairs and going into our bedroom and closing the door. I could still hear the voices coming from the front room.
I could make out at least two women talking and at least two our three men. I wasn’t sure but one of the men had a deep voice like I herd on the answering system this afternoon.

A few minutes later I herd our bedroom door open and Sue going back down the steps. Than I herd the front door close and than everything went silent. I walked over to a front window and I could see both cars as they pulled out of the driveway.

Sue must be going out for the evening with these people and must have come home to change or pick something up. I decided to check out the bedroom again and when I walked in I went straight for the closet and noticed the short red dress was missing. The one that had a very low cleavage and no back was gone along with the matching heels.

Sue must have gone out to a dance club tonight with this group of people. Sue had been seeing these other women from work ever since she caught me with Darlene. These were different people than the bunch we had gone out within the past and I didn’t know anything about them.

It seemed like as each week went by, Sue was pushing herself further away from me. I wish I could go back in time and change everything back the way it had been for us. As each week passed I would try and talk to Sue about our future but never got any promises from her. She always left me hanging and in doubt about our future together. The past two or three weeks were even worse for us. It seemed as if Sue were being influenced by someone else now.

The scent of Sue’s perfume was strong in the room, and it had always been a favorite of mine for her to wear. I also noticed the ring box which contained Sue’s wedding and engagement rings. When I opened the box, I was hoping that they would be gone but they were still there just as they were the last time I had looked. I was hoping Sue had decided to put them on tonight if she were going to a club.

I went back to my room and sat on the bed thinking about my wife and all the nice times we had in the past. Why did I have to sleep with Darlene when I have such a beautiful wife like Sue?

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