The Infidelity Trick
By Bella Jane
Copyright 2012 Bella Jane
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Chapter 1 - The Deed
Do the ends justify the means? I certainly hope so. In hindsight, what I did was an awful thing to do.
Do I feel guilty? Yes, very.
I'm really not sure what came over me. I can only think that the steady build-up of anger and frustration plus tiredness at the time, pushed me over the edge.
Do I regret it? No, absolutely not. I regret the means but definitely not the end.
This is our story:
Beth and I met in our early twenties. I worked in IT and Beth worked in Marketing. We got chatting at the firm's Christmas party and things developed from there.
A year on we were engaged and had a flat together. About year after that we were married.
In the beginning everything was fine, I would have liked our sex-life to have been a little less vanilla but otherwise I think we were both happy.
In hindsight, I think a lot of Beth's conservative views originated from her dad, who is a very religious person. Her mother is much more down-to-earth but some of her dad’s views had clearly rubbed-off.
Problems started to appear after the birth of our second son. As with all married couples, having children had an impact on our sex life. Over time it got worse with Beth seemingly having lost all interest in it.
It became a vicious circle the lack of sex caused the arguments and because of the arguments Beth was less inclined toward sex.
Sex became the biggest cause of tension between us. I wanted it, Beth didn’t. It got to the point where we probably only did it about once every month or so, and even then it would only be a grudged quickie.
Over time, the arguments increased in frequency and severity and it was clear we were on a downward spiral with divorce becoming a real future possibility.
Don’t get me wrong, in all other ways we were perfectly matched and Beth was a great mother, but in hindsight the sex was a time bomb just waiting to go off.
I became increasingly frustrated and moody as a result, and really didn’t know what to do to make things better.
That gives you some context and a reason, if not an excuse, for what followed.
At the time of these events, we had been married for just over 8 years and our two boys were 6 and 5.
I had done well at work and was now a consultant. The down side of being a consultant was the sheer quantity of time spent travelling on assignments but the big plus was that it paid well and funded our comfortable lifestyle. Beth had given-up work after our second was born so that she could look after the boys and our home.
On this particular occasion, I was due to go to Edinburgh for the week on a short job.
I planned to fly-up early Monday morning and return early Saturday morning.
It had been a while since we had had sex so I was naturally hopeful that Beth might agree to it on Sunday night, before I left.
Unfortunately I got the cold shoulder again and snapped (verbally) at her, which led to another argument and quite a bad one at that.
I was apparently being unreasonable and there was "more to life than just sex". Obviously there is more to life but that doesn't mean you should have to live entirely without it.
When I left early Monday morning, I was actually quite glad to be leaving.
Over the next couple of days I was so angry that I was actually starting to think about whether we even had a future together.
We both tried to smooth things over on the phone Wednesday evening but I was still hurting inside, Beth probably was too.
On the Friday night, Beth had planned to go to her friend Gill's hen night. Gill was an old school friend and this was going to be her second marriage). A bunch of them were going to the city to see a Chippendale-type show and then a club or two. It had been planned weeks ago and really wasn't a problem.
Beth had arranged for her parents to pick the boys up from school that day and have them to stay at their house Friday night.
When Friday came, I managed to finish work much earlier than expected and even managed to get a flight back that evening.
I didn't tell Beth because it was a mad dash to the airport and I didn't know if I would make the flight - I also knew she would be out anyway.
The taxi from the airport eventually got me home around 10pm. Of course Beth was out, as expected.
I dropped my bag in the bedroom, got changed, and collapsed in front of the TV with a couple of beers.
I must confess that it did occur to me that Beth did sometimes get horny after a few drinks - and she would be having more than a few tonight.
So, with more than a little hope, I decided to wait up for her, rather than go to bed.
It was about 2 O'clock and I was starting to doze-off in the chair when I heard a car door close outside.
I took a peak through the curtains and saw a guy lifting Beth out of a taxi.
I rushed to the door to help, just as the taxi drove off. Beth was unconscious in his arms.
He looked more than a little surprised to see me and mumbled something about her having had too much to drink. I took Beth from him and put her on the sofa. She was totally out of it.
The guy introduced himself as Paul and I likewise responded adding my thanks for seeing that she got home ok.
I asked how he knew Beth and he said that he didn't really. He and some friends where kind of sharing the same seating area at the club as Beth and her group.
He said that they were playing some drinking games involving tequila and that Beth had lost quite a few. When the time came to leave he had apparently offered to share a taxi.
To be honest I didn't believe him and had the firm impression that he had expected to be able to take advantage of Beth. I couldn’t prove it and he’d brought her home, so I kept my suspicions to myself and allowed him a few minutes to wait for another taxi.
He eventually went on his way about 10mins later but during that time he looked very uncomfortable and I was convinced that I had just saved Beth from being taken advantage of.
I carried Beth up to bed; she was really out of it, so much so that I began to suspect that it might have been more than alcohol that had knocked her out.
Beth didn't even stir as undressed her and put her into bed. I don’t know why but I left her stay-up stockings on but took everything else off. I guess I still hoped for her to wake and for something to happen.
It was as I looked down at her, in just her stockings that an evil thought began to form in my head. "What if I hadn’t saved her? What if this Paul had taken advantage of her? What would happen then?"
I knew it was wrong at the time but I wasn't thinking straight. The thought that this other guy would have fucked her after she had refused me, made me even angrier at her.
I stood there wondering if I could really go through with this; I’m not sure what the final thought was that pushed me over the edge but I did eventually decide that I was going to fuck Beth. If she woke-up fine, I was simply having sex with my wife. If she didn’t then I’d let her think that she had had sex with this stranger.
My thinking was simple, if she believed she had been unfaithful to me, she might, out of guilt, try harder with me to make up for it.
At first I didn't want to risk moving her too much so I hesitated about getting on top of her. I then remembered the vibrator I'd bought a few years ago.
I'd got it in the hope that we might use it together to spice things up a bit. Needless to say it wasn't greeted with any enthusiasm. I told Beth that I had thrown it away but in reality it had remained in a box at the back of my wardrobe.
I retrieved it from the box, not surprisingly the batteries were dead and the rubber or jelly stuff had also gone a funny colour in places.
I'm about average size but the toy was bigger, I’m guessing at about 9 inches long and quite thick. I took it to the bathroom and gave it a wash with some soap.
I had also noticed an old unopened pack of three condoms in the bottom of the box. Beth had been on the pill since our children were born so we didn't need them and they too had probably been there at least 3 years.
I opened the pack and rolled one onto the vibrator. My main reason was that the vibrator might have something nasty on it but also the presence of a couple of used condoms would confirm her fears about what had apparently happened and dismiss any thoughts that it might have been me.
The lube on the condom helped but I still needed to be quite forceful with the initial penetration. Beth stirred a little but not much.
I slowly started to move it in and out until it was fucking her at a steady pace. Beth's only response was to breathe slightly faster.
I got bolder and a lot more vigorous with it but still received very little response. Eventually I was pretty much ramming the whole length up her, hard.
I continued for a couple of minutes, until my arm got tired and then stopped. I was sure that Beth was going to ache from that in the morning.
I withdrew it and rolled the condom off and discarded it onto the carpet where it couldn't be missed.
By this point I had become aroused and after some thought decided to give Beth a facial. I wanted Beth to wake to the taste of cum in her mouth and the feel of dried cum on her face, again so there would be no mistake that something had happened.
I got off the bed and shifted Beth slightly so that her face was nearer the edge of the bed.
Seeing Beth's slightly parted lips was also a spur as I started to wank myself off. It didn't take long; the first shot was a beauty streaking across half of her face. The second was aimed at her mouth before I placed my cock between her lips and let a little shoot inside.
Beth instinctively rolled her head to one side so I finished off over her cheek.
Using a finger, I then smeared it over her face making sure to focus it around the outside of her mouth. Hopefully Beth would now believe that she had given the guy a blowjob and he had cum in her mouth.
Beth had still barely stirred which made me sure that she must have been given something in her drink.
While I considered what to do next I took her clothes downstairs. I left her shoes on the lounge floor; her dress in the hallway; I then put her bra on the stairs and finally her knickers on the floor in the doorway to our bedroom. It was designed to make it look like she must have been a willing participant and had undressed en-route to the bedroom.
I then returned downstairs and got a bottle of wine out of the fridge (which only Beth tends to drink) and poured a little into a glass. I took it into the lounge and placed it on the glass coffee table in the lounge, where Beth normally puts her drink and deliberately spilled a little onto the table for effect.
The presence of her wine plus my two empty beer bottles would hopefully show her that she had invited the stranger in for a drink prior to anything happening.
Lastly I got Beth's keys out of her bag and put those on the hook where Beth normally places them, in the kitchen.
Having set the scene downstairs, I returned to the bedroom and decided to do something else Beth had never allowed.
I rolled a condom onto my cock and then liberally coated it in lube.
I rolled Beth onto her stomach and straddled her, aiming my cock at her virgin ass.
At first her ass resisted, but the lube and a bit more pressure did the trick and I sank all the way in, in one quick movement.
Beth's ass was exquisitely tight compared to her pussy which had of course, yielded our two children.
Starting slowly, I fucked her ass for several minutes, wishing I could have enjoyed it with her as a willing partner.
Eventually Beth's tight ass had its effect and I fucked it faster, finally filling the condom with what little seed I had left.
Determined to make sure that Beth could not miss what had happened to her ass, I then applied another condom to the vibrator with a liberal amount of lube before pushing that into her ass.
Beth shifted as the toy entered her, obviously stretching her uncomfortably. She tried to roll over but a gentle push was all it took to stop her.
I gave her a brief moment before again vigorously fucking her with it, making sure that her ass would be very uncomfortable in the morning.