Are You Mr. Ames

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It was 6:15 pm. I was sitting in the den playing the video when I heard my wife Jamie come home from work. I stopped the video and rewound to the beginning. I called out, “Hey, I’m in here.”I usually watch the evening news but not tonight. Instead, I was watching an exciting video I received in a brown unlabeled envelope this morning when the doorbell rang, and I answered it. Opening the door, a young boy was standing there.  “Can I help you?” “Are you Mr. Ames?” “Yes, what can I do for you.””A man in a red car stopped me and asked me to give this to you.” He reached out, handing me a brown envelope.I stepped out the door past him, onto the porch, and looked up and down the street. “I don’t see anyone in a red car.””Oh, no, he’s gone. He gave me twenty dollars, the envelope, and drove off.” “What did he look like?””Just a man. He did have on sunglasses and a funny-looking golf hat.””What else did he say?””Nothing. The man asked if I would bring this to you. I told him I would, and he gave me the money and the envelope. I wasn’t turning down twenty dollars.””OK, thanks.” I stepped back inside and closed the door. I looked at the envelope, and there was no address or markings on the outside, except three X’s marks across the sealed flap.I walked into the kitchen, got a knife, and slit the envelope open. Out fell a computer thumb drive. I looked inside, seeing a folded piece of paper. I pulled it out and sat on a stool at the counter, unfolding the paper. It was strange that there was no writing on it. Instead, cutout letters were pasted on the page, spelling out words like some cryptic serial killer message. I was shocked by what they spelled out.”Thomas, I am sending this to you because this must stop. I hope you will never find out who I am, but you probably will. I have been having an affair with Jamie for almost four months now. It needs to stop NOW, but Jamie is such a sexual being that I cannot resist her, so I do not have the strength or willpower to stop us. Our affair was never supposed to happen, so you must stop our affair! I am so sorry this happened. Please forgive Jamie and me too.”A Friend,”There was only the signature, ‘A Friend,’ and no other clues to help me know who sent this and if this was real or a bad prank. My heart was pounding. Anger instantly spread through me like wildfire. I didn’t know what to think. Who was this man? Was he a friend, as he stated? Could my wife be having an affair? No, this couldn’t be true. It had to be a prank. I picked up the thumb drive and looked at it, wondering what was on it. I went to the liquor cabinet, poured a large glass of Scotch, and walked to the den. I popped the thumb drive into my fifty-inch smart TV and sat down with the remote. I took a big swallow of Scotch, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat. I was afraid that was not the only burn I would experience tonight.My heart was racing as I clicked on the TV and found the thumb drive on the menu. I swallowed another mouth full of Scotch for courage and pressed play. I sat on the edge of my seat as the video started. My heart instantly sank, and every nerve in my body began sending random surges through me. I slumped back in the chair as I saw my beautiful wife of six years on the screen. She had another man’s cock in her mouth. Jamie looked at the camera. Her eyes were sparkling; as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, a big smile spread across her face. She was showing off. Then her eyes cut to him as she eagerly swallowed his cock and began sucking him again, taking his cock deep into her mouth, burying her nose in his pubes as his cock filled her throat.There was no sound on the video, but I could hear my wife’s noises in my head, so I knew she loved this. I knew she called his name; that’s why the sound was silent. As for him, he loved every stroke Jamie made with her hand or mouth. He was vibrating as she took all of him into her mouth at a rapid pace. I could understand why he could not stop their affair, and no man could.I cannot describe the devastation I felt while watching Jamie suck the man’s cock. She bobbed her mouth on him for five minutes as she played with his balls. The camera started shaking, so I knew he was ready to cum. He pulled out, stroked his cock twice, and started shooting creamy cum all over my wife’s face, making her look like a complete slut. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I watched Jamie stand completely naked and lay back on the bed. She slid back up to the middle as the man moved onto the bed between her legs. The camera panned to Jamie’s face. She smiled at him. She was saying things to him, but I heard none of it. Her fingers were busy on her clit. Her other fingers played with her hard nipples. The man moved between her legs and rubbed his big hard cock thru her wet lips, spreading them open, ready for him. He pushed forward, his cock pressed into her pink center, sinking his cockhead just inside her pussy. A look of pure pleasure spread across her face as he began to slowly fuck her. The camera was unsteady as their fucking became more intense. The lens was trying to focus on Jamie’s face capturing the ecstasy she was experiencing. I could tell she was breathing roughly, a look I had seen many times when she was close to cumming. He fucked her harder, and suddenly she screamed, bucking up against him as she was cumming hard. I saw her legs rise and wrap around his hips İstanbul Escort as he fucked her, making her cum again.  The camera moved across her smooth belly, lightly covered with a sweaty sheen. I saw her pussy gripping the man’s big cock as it slid in and out of her. He fucked her hard with fast strokes. Jamie’s hips rolled up off the bed fucking him back.  To me, it was a sickening sight. I felt nauseous and fought the desire to vomit. As I watched them fuck, I knew what the man was feeling. I was in the same position last night. Jamie’s pussy feels incredible as her walls grip his cock during each stroke, especially when she is cumming. All of this confused me, and I could not understand. That is what happens when you think your life is perfect, and suddenly you find out that you are wrong, and it is not. I thought Jamie and I had a great life together with a wonderful sex life. So, I could not understand her need to have an affair. It was a complete mystery to me. Who was the man? How did it start, and why did he want to stop it? I had to know these answers and more. Does Jamie still love me? Does she love him? But the biggest question was, WHY!!I thought we loved each other. I knew until this moment there was no doubt in my mind, but now I don’t know.  I had seen enough. I stopped the video and rewound it, not knowing what to do now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I looked at my watch. It was 10:43 am, and what I had learned in the past forty minutes had already destroyed my day. Now what?I am a software programmer and have worked from home since the pandemic. I had a project deadline to meet in three days, so I had to work, but I was not sure I could focus well enough to do anything error-free. I decided to go to the gym, work off some frustration, and clear my head to make some decisions.As I drove to the gym, I thought about Jamie and my life. How could I have missed her having an affair for almost four months? When was she seeing the man, where, and who was the man? He called me a friend, was he? No friend would fuck your wife and still call you a friend.  At the gym, as I worked out, I thought about Jamie and me. Things had been so good for us we were talking seriously about starting our family soon. We had just bought our first house and had been fixing it up. We even painted one room a light yellow as a neutral color for a boy or a girl. I thought things could not have been better. Boy was I wrong!I showered and left the gym. It was a little after 1:00 pm, and I decided I needed to investigate my alternatives just in case things went wrong.  I called Alfred Loom, an Attorney, and my good friend from college. He lives two hours away but agreed to talk with me by phone in an hour.  I went to my bank and talked with them. I withdrew all the money from my private account in cash and placed it in a new safe deposit box. I opened another account with a hundred dollars. I ordered a new personal credit card. I waited to move on to anything else until I knew the next step.I called Alfred, told him what had happened, and asked for advice. We discussed the law and my protection from Jamie’s infidelity. He told me I should confront her as soon as possible. Then copy the thumb drive and send it to him. He would not charge me at this point, hoping we could work through this mess independently. We agreed to talk again after I had confronted Jamie.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As I sat waiting for my wife to come home, I thought, “Do Jamie and I have a future.”Our fifth anniversary is three weeks, and I have planned a secret full-week second honeymoon at Hedonism II in Jamaica. As I thought about my plans, I remembered several months ago when we were in bed on a Sunday afternoon recovering after making torrid love to each other for over two hours. We were exhausted, cuddling, when Jamie asked me, “Thomas, do you have fantasies you think about when we make love?”  I looked at her, thinking that was an odd question. Jamie must have fantasies she thinks about when we make love, so she must think I might have them too. “Everyone has fantasies from time to time. I have had a fantasy or two, but nothing I ever think about when making love to you. I am so into you, and all I think about is loving and satisfying you.” “Jamie, do you have fantasies you think of when I am making love to you?” I watched her expression. It changed several times, from surprise to blankness, to pleasure, so she must be thinking of a fantasy now. Jamie lay on her side, looking up at me. She was measuring me for what my reaction to her answer might be. Then Jamie sat up and looked down at me. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes, I do.” “More than one?” I asked.”Yes, I have two, but I don’t think about them all the time, just now and then.”  “Will you tell me what they are?” I asked.Jamie looked up at the ceiling, paused, then looked at me. I could see she was nervous, not knowing how to tell me. She swallowed hard and bit her lip. “Well, Jamie, you brought it up, so spill it. What are they?” I demanded.Jamie leaned over and kissed me. Then sat back, looking me in the eye. I saw her quiver then she spoke.”Thomas, I want you to know that I love you only. My fantasies do not concern us or how I feel about you. I love you, only you!” She paused again. “One fantasy is to be fucked by another man while you watch us, and then you take me and claim İstanbul Escort Bayan me back after he finishes. The second fantasy is I want to be fucked by a big black man with a huge black cock.” I listened, then sat up and looked at her. “Are you serious? You want these things to happen in real life?””No, no, I didn’t say that. I only daydream and fantasize about them. Mostly I think of the first one, though.” “So just now, when we were in the throes of making passionate love, were you fantasizing about another man? You came hard twice, so were you fucking another man, or was it me you were thinking about?” I looked at her for any sign but saw none. I was concerned about her answer, but what could I do? I can’t control her mind.Jamie looked at me, chewing her lip. “Well, I did think about him when we started, but you quickly overwhelmed my thoughts and made beautiful love to me, so no, it was you I was thinking about when you made me cum both times.” “So, who is this other man you fantasize about?” I asked.Jamie looked away again, which disturbed me. I felt sure she already had another man in her mind. Who was he? “So, it is one of our male friends?” I asked.”I didn’t say that, and that is all I am saying. I am sorry I brought it up, and I didn’t mean to stir anything up.””Jamie, you can’t just drop this on me and expect me to blow it off as if it is nothing because it isn’t nothing. It is something!” “I will not tell you who he is, he has no idea, and I don’t want you to ever think about him when we are together, and I promise I never will again. Please drop it?””What, how am I supposed to do that? You just told me you fantasize about fucking another man we know, and I am supposed to forget about it. Thanks for planting that seed. Do I have to worry about you getting together with him without me knowing about it and cheating on me?””Oh God, No! I was stupid to bring it up. It was just a question I thought we could discuss, but you are taking it too seriously. It means nothing. Please forget about it.” We ended the conversation that day. A few days later, I brought it up while watching TV. “Jamie, I need to ask you. When you mentioned the fantasy question, did you hope I had a fantasy like yours? A fantasy where I want you to fuck another guy so that I can watch you. It could even be a black man?” Jamie looked at me, shocked at my question. Her mouth was open, but she didn’t speak. The look on her face was of concern and panic.I sat waiting for her answer. “Thomas, you are making a big deal about this, and it’s not. I thought all men have fantasies, and I was curious if you did or didn’t. It makes me feel good that you are only focused on me.”I thought for a minute. Then I asked, “So baby, what if I had a similar fantasy to yours? Would you want to explore that in playtime between us or in real life?”Jamie looked down as her breathing quickened. I knew I hit a nerve, or I may have opened a door she never thought could be opened.  “I don’t know how to answer that. My fantasies are strong, and I think of them often, mostly when I am masturbating with the big dildos you bought me. I never thought they could ever happen for real. I love you and only you. Why are you asking me this now?” “Well, since you brought it up, I have thought about it and even read a few stories about being a HotWife. You fantasize about the stories, so I have thought about them. I am not ready to let you free to fuck other men, and probably never will be, and that would damage us beyond repair.”My response made Jamie shiver. The look on her face changed to concern edging on fear. I wondered why her reaction was so strong. We were only talking about fantasies. Then Jamie leaned over, kissing me, sliding her tongue in my mouth, increasing the passion. She slid her hand up my thigh, up the leg of my shorts, teasing my cock, making it grow harder. “Come to bed with me. All this talk has me hot and horny. I can tell you liked it too, so I need you to fuck me, no lovemaking, just some serious hard fucking!”  Jamie pulled me behind her to the bedroom, and we fucked each other hard for an hour. Jamie came often, and I knew I was her human dildo that night. She was not thinking of me but of her fantasy lover. That frustrated me, so I was unable to cum.”What happened, Thomas? You didn’t cum?””You were fucking him, not me, and I knew it! No way I could cum knowing that!” Jamie rolled over and started to cry.I left the room, and we never discussed it again.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back to the moment,My wife walked in the door from work and called out, “Hi.””Hey, I’m in here.”Jamie entered the room and saw me sitting with my glass of Scotch and the TV frozen on her picture with the man’s cock in her mouth. “Oh God, No!” she cried out and dropped to the floor, sobbing loudly.I sat quietly and pressed the play button. The video began to play. I looked at my wife, a sobbing cheater lying on the floor. I love Jamie with every fiber in my body, but I am completely disgusted with her for doing what she has done to us.I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with her, so I left the video playing and walked out of the room. I went to our bedroom and locked the door.  I lay on the bed thinking of what to do. I knew I had to talk with my wife, and she had to explain what she had done and answer my questions. I was mentally exhausted from everything that Escort İstanbul I had learned today. As I lay there, I must have fallen asleep. I awoke hearing the doorknob turning with Jamie knocking on the door. “Thomas, please unlock the door and let me in. We need to talk, and I need to explain. Please, Please, let me in.” I got up, went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stripped. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a nice-looking, viral, twenty-eight-year-old man. My body was in great shape, and there was a nice, fat, eight-inch cock between my legs. Why, in God’s name, would my wife cheat on me? The man was smaller than me, and I know he does not eat pussy better than me, so what the fuck was it that made her cheat? The bathroom was getting steamy, so I stepped into the shower. I leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting on the floor, letting the shower rain on me. The hot water soothed my body but did little for my head. My mind was spinning. I sat there, letting the hot water pound on me. I decided that I could not avoid the confrontation that would happen and the aftermath. There were decisions to make before I could move on with my life, or we could move on together. There would have to be retributions made by the cheaters. Once I know the whole story, I will decide what it will be. It will not be pleasant, but it will be a condition for Jamie and me to continue as a couple. Nothing she could say would make what she had done OK, absolutely nothing!I stepped out of the shower, dried, and dressed in shorts and a T. I dried my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. Thomas, you are a strong man. Take this head-on and try to work it out. Be fair but make sure she knows how badly she has fucked up, jeopardizing your lives together and her chances of building a family with you.I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. I saw my wife balled up on the floor, softly sobbing. I stepped over her body and went downstairs to the kitchen. It was almost 8:00 pm, and I was hungry. I ordered a large pizza and a growler of beer from the brewpub. The pizza company delivers it as well.  I grabbed a beer from the fridge and got the opened bottle of white wine, knowing Jamie would need it. As I walked into the den, I heard the shower running upstairs, and I knew that Jamie was preparing for the inquisition that was about to start. The TV was off, and the thumb drive was plugged into the TV, ready to play. I turned the video on and fast-forwarded it to when I stopped it earlier.They were still fucking and went on a long time, then the video ended. The man was on his back a few seconds later, and Jamie rode him like a bucking bronco. His face was there but blurred out. I studied this section, looking for marks or anything that might identify the man. Jamie was shooting the video from above now, and he was playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples. That’s when I saw them. I backed up the video and played it back in slow motion. There they were again. I stopped the video on the most precise frame. I pulled out my cell phone and shot several pictures as I progressed the video a few frames. “God Damnit!” I knew who he was. I had the mother fucker now. Those little tattooed letters on his fingers L-O-V-E gave him away. I will fuck him up for this, but I want to wait until I hear it from my wife’s mouth. Yes, the nasty mouth that had sucked his cock, that mouth. I put my phone down and fast-forwarded to the end. Jamie cleaned his cock for the last few minutes after the man fucked her from behind. Her ass had red handprints where he had spanked her, something she would never let me do. His hand ran through her hair, caressing her as she cleaned him, and there they were again, L-O-V-E. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The doorbell rang, announcing the pizza and beer had arrived. I opened the door, took the pizza and beer, paid and tipped the girl, and went to the kitchen.I took out two plates and set the table. Just as I finished, Jamie came to the door and stopped, and I paid her no attention as I put two slabs of pizza on my plate, poured the beer, and sat down to eat. Jamie just stood there. I was sure she had no idea what to do. I looked up at her. “Eat! No talking, eat!”She quickly took some pizza from the box and poured a glass of wine. She sat at the other end of the table, not looking at me, and ate. On the contrary, I stared at my wife, still trying to find any logical reason she would cheat on me. I couldn’t. There was no reason unless she had been coerced or fallen in love with the other man. She was going to have to explain it!Then it hit me. The discussion about our fantasies was four months ago, and the timing of our conversation and the start of their affair coincided perfectly. So, did the affair start before or after our discussion? Was it an experiment my wife started and tried to justify as a fantasy or the other way around? I remember from her fantasy that she had a man already picked out that she was fawning over. She thought about him as we fucked. He was the man in the video, and now I knew who he was. I couldn’t understand how she wanted him. He was no longer around, as far as I knew. But Jamie must know differently.I finished my pizza and poured another glass of beer. I looked at my wife with a stoic face. No emotion showed as I watched her finish eating. She got up and took our plates away. She brought the bottle of wine over to the table and sat down. For the first time, she looked at me without crying. There was sadness in her eyes and confusion on her face. Who was to start? I would!”So, Jamie, tell me all of it, every date you were together and every detail of your sex with him, but first tell me WHY?” 

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