Cleaning Up My Wife

By Leigh Temple

I still don't know why I didn't tell my wife I would be home from the business trip 2 hours earlier than expected. It wasn't like I didn't trust her or was trying to catch her out. It just slipped my mind, and I ended up pulling onto our driveway two hours earlier than expected.

And it was definitely earlier than she expected because someone else was parked on our drive. She definitely didn't hear me come in because as I came upstairs, there they were, well and truly enjoying each other's bodies. It didn't take me a second look to know there was no way I could compete with him in the size department. So I did the only thing I could, I watched until they were finished, didn't say a word, and then carried on as if nothing had happened. That night after she took a nice long shower, I knelt down in front of her.

But that wasn't the worst part! The worst part was that I loved it! I loved catching her with another man, and savoring their combined taste. And if I'm honest I don't think I hid my arousal too well, and deep down, I think she knew that I knew because she soon started taking this to a whole new level.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SABooks
• Release date: Feb 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005733674

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Chapter 1

Imarried for the second time when I was in my mid-40s. Zoe, the lucky lady, was a couple of years younger than me, she’s now 42 but looks very good for her age. Zoe is 5'6", weighing in at 130 lbs. She has a figure that was admired by women half her age and by men and boys younger than that. While dating Zoe, it seemed to me that her sex drive was truly insatiable. She was one of the hottest women I've ever known, and she likes to fuck like a rabbit. How much luck can one guy have?

Shortly after we got married, we moved to Columbia, SC. Zoe found a position with a local Doctor’s Surgery as their office manager. There was a massage school in the same building, only a couple of doors down, and Zoe confessed to me that she had always been interested in becoming a massage therapist. Since I had a well-paying job and could easily cover our modest outgoings on my own, I encouraged her to pursue her desire and start the training to be a qualified massage therapist. In hindsight, this was a case of being careful of what we wished for.

Zoe enrolled and was accepted into the massage school a few months later and attended classes while still keeping her job in the Doctor’s Surgery. The surgery closed at 5, and classes started at 6, so it was a piece of cake for her. Since I worked long hours, often into the evenings, it was not like I would be sitting home alone, twiddling my thumbs. We both left the house before 8 in the morning and returned about 9.

Zoe's first few weeks involved learning basic skills of massage therapy and the major muscle groups in the body. She learned how to find those knots that caused so many complaints and the differences between deep tissue and Swedish massage. Her classes were every evening Monday through to Thursday. Since I never worked late on Friday, Friday nights and weekends were free for us to enjoy some couple's time.

A few weeks into her training, Zoe finally started giving massages. Her first clients were fellow students on her course. They would trade massages under the tutelage of their instructors. In addition, they were giving massages to the instructors to get feedback on their techniques. She was also encouraged to give massages to people outside of the classroom. As a result, I received several massages, a great little perk with no charge and no tip, from Zoe and a couple of her classmates.

Her class was split pretty evenly between males and females. Zoe was the oldest person in the class by about 10 years, most of the students being in their twenties. She told me that when they gave practice massages in class, it was usually female on female and male on male. After about 6 weeks, the students were expected to give massages on Friday nights and Saturday mornings for the general public, who paid $25 a massage for the privilege. It was first come, first served for the clients. She would typically give 1 or 2 massages (hour-long) during each session. At that point in their curriculum, they were no longer in the classroom on Thurs nights.

On one of these Thursdays, I had told Zoe that I would be working out of town and probably not be home until around 11pm. What I hadn’t realized is that I would be leaving my work assignment at 7pm instead of the usual 9pm. For some reason, which I still don’t know, I didn't call Zoe to tell her, and that decision proved to be eventful.

I arrived home, and the first thing I noticed was another car in our driveway. I didn't recognize the vehicle as one of our friends' cars and being the considerate gent that I am, I parked on the side street and walked up to our house. We always entered our house via the door to the kitchen. The entire back of our home was a deck with windows across the back looking into the yard. We never drew the blinds on those windows because our backyard is very private (tall fence, big yard, etc.). I noticed that Zoe was giving someone a massage as I approached the door. I'm not sure what caused me to stop at the window to watch, but I did. She had her portable table set up in our living room with the lights on low, candles lit, and soft music coming from the stereo. On the table was a young man; at least, he