Maybe my marriage is over, but at least I got a good show.

It’s been a major part of my job — as a mid-level manager with a large national company — to travel frequently to other cities either to meet with clients to help resolve issues for them or to fix problems at one of our widely spread branch offices. Three weeks ago while I was in my office on my computer, an inter-office e-mail appeared which clearly wasn’t meant for me. It was sent by Garry, a company vice president who happened to be the CEO’s idiot son in-law. The e-mail had been intended for three of my coworkers, but Garry somehow included me in the distribution list. Like I said, he’s an idiot.

The e-mail informed the guys that I was going to be going out of town for the next week and that he’d already called my wife Merry on her cell phone and told her I was going to be gone again, and she responded that she wanted to party with the four of them every night for group sex. The e-mail advised the guys to tell their wives that they would be working late every night the next week in order to complete a special project.

I should note that Merry is a beautiful brunette of 35, 5'5", with a tight ass, a small waist and simply resplendent breasts — not enormous, but so beautiful, you can’t stop looking at them, or doing other things you want to do with such fabulous breasts. Her nipples are extremely thick and stick out an unusually large amount when she’s aroused.

At first I couldn’t believe it. In eight years of marriage Merry had never given me reason to suspect infidelity. I just sat there at my desk staring at the e-mail for the longest time in total shock. Finally, I printed several copies of it and stashed them in the back compartment of my briefcase. (I might mention that when Merry and I became engaged, even though I was already earning over 100K a year her very wealthy father insisted that I sign a prenuptial agreement to protect her inheritance and trust fund.)

Later that day Garry’s father-in-law, Mr. J., called me into his office and told me I would need to fly down to Houston to meet with our branch office personnel to straighten out some serious problems they were having. He said I’d have to leave Sunday night and would probably be gone all week. Being a good “company man,”I said “Yes, sir” — and then went back to my office to think.

That night when I got home I told Merry that I would be gone starting Sunday night and wouldn’t get back until Friday night at the earliest. She replied in a sympathetic-sounding voice, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry you have to go. I’ll miss you,”and she gave me a kiss. Knowing what I now knew, I thought she should get an Academy Award for that performance.

We made love both Friday and Saturday nights, and Merry seemed more aggressive than usual. I couldn’t help wondering if she was thinking of me or Garry and his three buddies. Later Sunday afternoon, while I was packing for the trip, I asked her what she would do that week, and she replied that she would probably watch TV or read a book. I told her I would call every night at ten so we could talk, and she said she looked forward to that. Then she kissed me good-bye, and I drove to the airport to catch my flight, all the while thinking about what was really going to be doing.

Monday morning bright and early I reported to the Houston branch and dived right into solving their problems, and that day we really got a lot of work done. That night when I called Merry, I heard voices in the background and told her to turn the TV down. She didn’t do a very good job of muffling the phone as she tried to shush the guys, and I even recognized Garry’s voice in the background. Nevertheless, when she came back on the line the “TV”was muffled, and we talked for about 15 minutes. Before hanging up I said I loved her. She just said good-bye.

Tuesday and Wednesday I continued to get a lot accomplished at work; there was light at the end of the tunnel! Meanwhile, my phone conversation with my wife on Tuesday night was uneventful, but Wednesday night when she answered — after a fair number of rings — she sounded a bit tipsy and out of breath, and had difficulty talking coherently. She claimed she’d had a couple of glasses of wine while watching TV and had been in the bathroom when the phone rang. I could faintly hear some slurping sounds in the background, and suspected she had someone between her thighs eating her pussy and that was the real reason both for her delay in answering the phone and for the difficulty she was having talking.

After about five minutes she cut me off, saying she was really tired. My cock was hard as I pictured her being eaten by one of those guys while the others savored her beautiful breasts and pussy. I found myself beating off as I kept fantasizing about what was really happening in our bedroom.

I formulated a plan.

Thursday morning I got to the branch office early, with the intent of wrapping things up quickly, and by early afternoon all the problems were resolved. So I called the airline and found that I could switch my flight home to one at six o’clock that evening. I returned to my hotel room and packed my bags, and on the way to the airport had just enough time to stop off at a store and buy a small video camera. All the way home I imagined catching my coworkers with my wife and video-recording her infidelity, and imagined the effect it might have on our prenuptial agreement.

I got back into town shortly before nine. As I drove down our dark suburban street, I saw three cars parked in our long driveway. I drove a couple of hundred yards past and parked on the side of the road. Our ranch home is in a new subdivision, so there aren’t many homes there yet — the nearest one to ours is five lots away. I walked back, then crept around toward the rear of the house. Most of the blinds were open and I had a good view of what was going on inside.

When I reached the back yard, I saw that our bedroom lights were on and I could see clearly everything that was going on. Merry was lying flat on her back on our king-size bed wearing a black garter belt with matching black stockings. Her legs were in the air, and my coworker Blake was holding her ankles high in the air as he drove his cock in her pussy. At the same time she was sucking off Garry’s fairly large cock. Roy, another coworker, was standing nude nearby watching the action, presumably waiting his turn.

I went over to a partially open window and placed the video camera against the window screen and turned it on.

“For the next ten minutes I recorded Garry pounding my wife’s ass.”

I heard Merry’s muffled groans as Blake and Garry rammed their cocks into her respective openings, and I guessed by the sound of it that she was really enjoying what they were doing to her. I heard Garry tell her what a terrific cocksucker she was, and Blake chimed in that he always loved fucking her. Roy, impatient for his turn, told Blake, “Hurry up, man. That’s the third time you’ve fucked her and I’ve only had her once.”Blake snapped back, “Well, she really likes my big cock, man. So just wait till I’m done.”

A moment later Garry announced that he was going to come, and that brought a loud moan from my wife. Then he pushed his cock all the way in her mouth and held still as he groaned through his release. Merry swallowed some of his come but then pulled his cock out of her mouth and let him squirt several jets over her face and neck. As soon as he started spraying her face, she started having a tremendous orgasm. Her body thrashed about, and she arched her back as she came with a scream. Blake kept a tight grip on her ankles so she wouldn’t kick him and meanwhile kept on pounding her pussy.

I held the camera as still as possible with my left hand while with my right hand I freed my raging cock. I had often wanted to talk Merry into having a threesome but was always afraid to bring it up because of how she had threatened to cut my balls off if I ever strayed. I beat off while I watched my slut of a wife. I had always wanted her to fuck someone while I watched, but I knew I could never propose such a thing.

A couple of minutes later Blake groaned “Oh fuck!”and rammed his cock all the way in my wife, then held still while he came. She moaned, “Oh God, I feel you coming in me,”and that set her off again. As she was moaning in orgasm, I spewed my come over the siding.

Once Blake was done coming, Roy told him to move out of the way so he could have a crack at Merry. She stopped him, saying, “Blake got my pussy stretched so wide, I won’t feel your cock for a while. So why don’t you be the first to do my ass tonight? You know how I love being fucked in the ass.”Roy smiled and said that was fine with him, that he always liked doing her ass because it was always so tight and warm.

Merry rolled onto her elbows and knees and wiggled her ass at Roy. He quickly moved up behind her, pushed his cock in her pussy a couple of times to lubricate it and then pulled out and repositioned himself at her back door. I held the video recorder as still as possible so I would have a clear recording of what happened next. Roy pushed his cock into Merry’s ass, and she let out a moan of delight and said how she loved it when they fucked her ass.

Roy lasted only a few minutes before he gave a loud grunt and emptied his balls inside my cheating wife. As soon as he was done, he withdrew and his cock was promptly replaced by Garry’s significantly larger one. As he pushed in her ass, she hissed loudly and said, “God, Garry, you always stretch my ass so wide. Fuck me really hard and make me come.”

For the next ten minutes I recorded Garry pounding my wife’s ass. At one point, he made a comment about his prissy wife being such a lousy lay, then added, “You’re the best piece of ass I’ve had since I marred that stupid bitch. She’s as stupid as her mother.”Merry urged him to fuck her harder, and as he did so, she screamed like crazy.

After that, the guys did a rotation where Merry would suck one off while another fucked her ass. This went on for over an hour with Merry screaming her head off more than once when she came. Merry let Blake and Garry tit-fuck her, and when each guy came, he sprayed his load over her open mouth and face, and she moaned up a storm. At one point she bragged about how I had no clue about her secret sex life. Laughing, she said, “He swallowed my story last night about my being out of breath from running from the bathroom. If he’d only known that Art had just made me come with his magical tongue!”

“A couple of minutes later Blake groaned ‘Oh fuck!’ and rammed his cock all the way in my wife.”

They all laughed at that, and that real­ly pissed me off. By that time my arms were tired from holding the camera still for so long, and I figured I had seen and heard — and recorded — enough. It was obvious that these get-togethers had been taking place for some time. It was almost 11 o’clock, so I turned the recorder off, snuck back to my car and drove to a motel several miles away, where I spent the night. I played the recording, and found that the sound and video were of really good quality.

In the morning I went to an electronics store and had six DVD copies of the video made. Then I drove to the office and went to meet with Mr. J. in his private office. He was surprised that I was back from Houston so soon, but I told him that I had resolved all the problems there and everything was fine now. He was very pleased with that. Then I told him that another problem had popped up while I was out of town. When he asked what it was, I asked him to close the door and tell his secretary not to disturb him until he said it was okay.

After he did that, I handed him a print-out of the e-mail and one of the DVDs. As he read the e-mail, his face turned beet red. Then he played the recording, and his eyes kept going from me to the screen and back again. After only half a minute he growled, “That son of a bitch!”And when he heard the comments Garry made about his wife, Mr. J.’s daughter, he exploded. “Goddamn that fucking piece of shit. I gave the idiot a job for my daughter’s sake, and this is what he thinks of her and her mother!”

Looking at me, he said, “Mark, I’m so sorry about Garry getting your wife into something like this,”I replied that she was just as guilty as him, and assured him that I was going to handle the situation with her discreetly. He assured me in turn that he would handle Garry. He asked if I had another copy of the video, and I gave him another DVD. He said it would be for his daughter’s divorce attorney. Then he thanked me for coming to him. He said he knew that Garry was a constant fuck-up, but this was the last straw.

Then he added, “By the way, you handled the Houston job just great, just like every other tough job we’ve given you. I’m replacing that piece of shit Garry with you. You’ll start your new position Monday morning.”

I hadn’t expected anything like that, but I thanked him, then assured him that I would keep the whole matter confidential. Then I asked if it was okay to take the morning off, since I had a legal matter to attend to. He said, “I understand fully. I’ll see you on Monday.”He thanked me for being so discreet, and as I was leaving the office I heard him tell his secretary to summon Garry to his office.

About 90 minutes later, while I was sitting in my attorney’s office, my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Merry calling, and when I answered, she was sobbing hysterically. I assumed she had received the DVD and copy of the e-mail I’d sent by messenger, and she had viewed it. I apologized sarcastically for not calling her the night before at our agreed-upon ten o’clock. I explained that I was too busy filming her being gang-banged.

She begged me to come home so we could talk about what happened, but I reminded her that she had drummed into my head the fact that if I ever strayed from her, she would cut my balls off and I wouldn’t get a cent of her precious trust fund or inheritance. Then I told her she had until Saturday night to move back with her folks, because I was keeping the house, and my attorney, who had two copies of the DVD, would be calling her lawyer on Monday to discuss the large financial settlement she would be paying me for the divorce. I reminded her that I had more copies of the DVD, and could make as many more as I needed. I added that I didn’t think her prominent parents would want their precious daughter involved in a scandalous divorce in which everyone would see exactly how she behaved when she thought no one was looking.

I also told her that Garry’s wife was probably crying just as hard as she was, because her dad had fired him and was probably showing her the DVD. I told Merry that if she contested the settlement, I would mail a copy to her father’s office so he could see what a darling his little girl was. Then I said I was done talking, and if she needed to contact me, she should do so through my attorney.

That Sunday morning I stopped off at a hardware store and picked up some new door locks, then went home. As I entered the foyer, I saw our wedding picture smashed on the tile floor, with the DVD and Merry’s house keys lying next to it. A quick look around the house showed that all her belongings were gone.

I started my new position two days later, and Mr. J. sent me a note saying that I would be getting a hefty raise to go with the promotion. He thanked me for all my “outstanding work,”and also for my discretion in handling “the problem.”That day Blake and Roy also abruptly left the company, and I enjoyed imagining how they would explain their sudden unemployment to their wives. Mr. J. also convinced Art, the third addressee on the e-mail, that he would be better off working elsewhere. He resigned that same day.

The ironic thing about the whole situation is that if Merry had just once proposed having a threesome or even a gang bang with me included, I would have jumped at the suggestion. We could have joined a sex club or something, and I would have loved watching her take on as many men as she wanted. But she wanted everything to be a one-way street, and did it behind my back — and with my coworkers, no less! That was the part that really pissed me off.

I think in a couple of months I’ll start looking for a “no secrets”woman who’s open to sharing her adventures with me. In the meantime, I watch the video, and I dream about what could have been while I beat off.