His pretty wife loved him but wanted more

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“Hi Marie.”

He accepted her kiss on the cheek.

“Are you hungry?” She asked. “Cause I’m starving. I bought some steaks. Why don’t you heat up the grill and I’ll fix a salad.”

Brad answered pleasantly, “That sounds good. I’ll get it started right now.”

He pasted a placid look on his face and went out on the deck to handle the grill. It was more difficult to remain normal after watching her latest fuck video. He used to love it when she got home so they could eat, share their day and spend the evening together. Now he stopped seeing her in such a favorable light and her presence was upsetting. He didn’t even consider her a wife anymore, just an aging bimbo, like some nasty old porn star getting regularly power fucked by her young, big dicked lover.

Still, Brad had to admire her acting abilities. After demeaning him the most revolting way a wife can, Marie came home each day with a smile on her face, a relaxed attitude and a loving facade. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume she was a typical traditional wife, the same faithful wife he always thought she was. Of course they were both playing a role, but she was so much better at it. For him the strain of putting on such a fake show was nearly unbearable. Dozens of times over the past few weeks he nearly cracked under the pressure and exploded his anger on her. Somehow he managed to hold himself back.

It was fascinating that she was able to compartmentalize her conflicting lives. On one hand she cheating on him regularly. Once home she pretended to be a normal, faithful wife, as loving and attentive as she ever was. Brad could discern no visible effect of her affair, no evidence that she was now giving her pussy away, fornicating regularly with a young guy with a big dick.

What was more confusing is that Marie was offering him regular sex now. Where before her affair he had to practically beg her for sex. Now she was sliding next to him in the bed, stroking his back, whispering encouragement before they went to sleep. He even found her stroking his erection in the morning before he woke up, encouraging him to relieve his frustrations before going to work.

Brad knew she was just providing a pity fuck to her clueless husband, probably to soothe whatever guilt she might be feeling. But after watching her in action with that young fucker, he doubted there was much if any guilt now. In the past he always considered her a truthful person. But now she’s acquired the talent of being able to lie very convincingly, able to conceal her affair without a hint of deceit.

Brad finished cooking the steaks and they ate with little conversation. They spoke briefly about some trivial topic. But for the most part their dinner was a quiet affair. Marie seemed a little tentative. She ate sparingly and kept glancing over at him as if trying to read his thoughts. Brad simply stayed quiet because he didn’t trust himself not to say something that would give him away.

They sometimes had coffee and dessert after their meal. Not today. Once he finished eating Brad needed to get away. He quickly cleaned up and went to the living room to watch TV. Marie came out soon after with a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa next to him. Feeling her eyes on him, Brad wished he’d just gone to his office after dinner as he sometimes did. It would look suspicious if he got up and left now.

“Is everything okay Brad?” She asked during the commercial.

Brad felt his stomach knot up. She suspected something. He tried to keep himself from tensing up.

He flashed a smile and answered calmly, “I’m fine.”

“You seem…a little tense today.”

She rubbed his arm and asked in a sweet tone, “Is something at work bothering you honey? I get that way too sometimes. If there is you can tell me about it. You know I’m interested in what you do.”

His voice cracked a little as he replied, “No. I’m fine. Really.”

He should end the discussion right there. But the urge to say something was overwhelming.

“Why would you ask me that?” He said, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

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