I had never doubted my husband's love for me.

Until that day, I went home early to suprise him.

Then I saw my husband in our hot tub, undressed, with another woman.

I stood frozen for several moments and watched as their pecking turned to heavy petting.

His hand disappeared under the water, and she let out a porn worthy moan.

He groaned and mumbled something I couldn't hear, and she reached into the water to grab him as well.

When he lifted her onto his lap, he finally saw me... standing in the doorway between our home and the back yard, tears streaming down my face.

I couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Ben!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the air.

Anger boiling in my veins. How could he do this to me?

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Melanie

“What time will you be home?” I handed Ben his travel cup and briefcase.

“I think it will be an early night for once… how about you meet me in the city, and we can go dinner tonight?” Ben shrugged on his coat and gave me a hopeful look.

“That sounds lovely. I’ll Uber to your work that way we can ride home together.” I gave him a quick pecking. “Around 5 sound good?”

“Perfect.” He pulled me close to his body and gave me a second, deeper pecking. “I love you more today, Mrs. Landon.”

“And I’ll love you more tomorrow,” I finished with a little smile.

Even though we had been married for five years and together for ten, he never failed to remind me just how much he loved me. Ben and I grew up on the same street. He was friends with my brother and two years ahead of me, but by the time I was entering my sophomore year of high school, and he was entering his senior year, he had declared to anyone that would listen that I was his forever. We even survived the two years of long distance, and he proposed the day I graduated from high school.

Our parents were absolutely livid when I moved in with him right after high school and chose to skip college and practice being a stay-at-home wife. I had wanted to go to college, but Ben explained that we needed to wait until he finished his degree so he could afford to send me to school. He always made sure to point out just how helpful having me home was for his education and how all his peers were so jealous that he had someone to help him carry his stress. Two years ago, I asked him about pursuing a degree at the community college, but he said it wasn’t the right time yet because he was just starting to build his wealth and was hoping to start a family soon. It all made sense to me, even if I did think that part of his motivation was that he liked being able to brag about being such a good provider. Honestly, I loved being a stay-at-home wife, and I was really good at being frugal, so I barely cost him anything.

Benjamin was what you might call a “finance bro” and worked for a big hedge fund company in L.A., and three years ago, he started landing some of the big clients. It turned out he had a sixth sense when it came to investing money, and they jokingly called him Midas at work. From what he told me, he was on track to have a n-et worth of almost five million dollars by the end of the year.

It was a typical Friday for me: I went for my morning walk with a few of the wives from Ben’s country club, picked up his dry cleaning, went shopping for our weekend meals, cleaned the house, and did a little bit of gardening. By the time it was 3 p.m. I was already worn out, but excited to go on a date with my husband.

I pulled up to his work at 4:55 wearing a bodycon style dress in a dark green that brought out the green in my eyes, two-inch kitten heels, and a stylish gold blazer. My hair was down in soft curls, and I had gone a little darker and sexier than usual with my makeup. The best part of the outfit was hidden under the dress: a matching dark green lace bra and panty set that I knew Ben was going to love.

When I got to his office, I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t alone. His boss and two women were seated around his desk and discussing one of the clients.

“Hello!” I said cheerfully as I stepped into the room.

“Mrs. Landon! I’m sorry I wasn’t out there to greet you!” Sydney, Ben’s secretary, said with an apologetic grimace. Sydney was old enough to be my mother and had been with Ben from day one. We had always joked that she wasn’t actually Ben’s secretary because she came with the office itself.

“Not to worry, Ben knew I was coming.” I assured her and walked around the desk to stand next to my husband.

I didn’t recognize the second woman, and we eyed each other briefly with neutral expressions before Ben’s boss spoke up.

“Melanie, you look more beautiful every time I see you.” Peter said and reached over the desk for my hand. Ben pretended to growl and pulled me into his lap.

“Eyes to yourself Mr. Nunley!” Ben joked, and then we all laughed.

“Melanie, this is Ms. Reed, my secretary.” Peter said and waved a hand in the direction of the other woman.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said pleasantly. She offered a thin smile and returned the sentiment.

“Well, I promised my lovely wife I’d take her out on a date tonight.” Ben pecked the top of my head, and I giggled. “So, I’m going to ask you all to get out of my office now.” He smirked at Peter, “and close the door behind you.”

“Ben!” I hissed and smacked his arm.

Everyone but Ms. Reed laughed before they said their goodbyes. She gave both Ben and I a polite smile and head nod before she exited the room.

“That one doesn’t have the happiest personality, huh?” I commented after the door clicked shut.

“She’s a little frosty but Peter says she competent and she’s such an ice queen that Peter’s wife hasn’t complained about how young she is.” Ben shrugged and then turned my head towards his so he could peck me. “How about a quickie before dinner?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Mr. Landon!” I gasped, “Are you propositioning me?”

“I think I am, Mrs. Benjamin Landon.” He lifted me to his desk and spread my legs so he could stand between them.

“As tempting as that offer is, and believe me it’s tempting… I didn’t get new lingerie for a quickie on your desk.” I stuck my tongue out. He quirked a brow and tilted his head to try and look up my dress. I smacked his chest with a giggle and then slid off his desk and to my knees. “I am willing to find out just how waterproof this make up really is though.”

 I smirked as his face lit up with a giant smile and he started tugging at his belt. Together, we released his trapped shaft, and I gently licked the drop of precum that had formed on the tip. He groaned and sank back into his chair.

“Hands to yourself!” I warned before I swallowed half his length in one go. Ben had a habit of wrapping my hair in his hands, but I knew that if he touched my hair, I wouldn’t be able to wear it down for dinner.

The blowjob only took a few minutes. The taboo nature of having intercourse in his office always had him on the edge, ready to burst, so this was actually my favorite place to give him one. At home, he was a different beast and loved to edge me for hours before giving in and delivering mind-blowing orgasms. The glint in his eyes as he tucked his shaft back into his pants warned that he was just getting started.

“Just wait till we get home Mel. I’m going to make you beg and then I’m going to make you scream.” He growled as he tugged me to my feet and smashed his lips against mine in a rough pecking.

“Promise?” I panted.

“You’re killing me,” he stared into my eyes and grabbed my butt. I brought my lips to his ear and gave a little nip before I spoke.

“I’m starving.” I whispered.

“I just fed you.” He smirked.

“For food.” I playfully scowled, and he laughed.

.....

Melanie

“Melanie, I’m going to be late again tonight.” Ben sounded distracted as he called for the second time this week to let me know that he wouldn’t be home for dinner.

“Oh no, do you want me to bring dinner to you?” I looked at the time and saw that it was only two p.m. “Have you had lunch?”

“I’m fine baby, thank you for thinking of me.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll have something delivered.”

“Alright, be safe.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry.” He groaned.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. I didn’t want to make him feel bad about having to work late, but I did hate eating alone at night. “I’ll see if Cassie is available, I added. Cassie was married to one of the guys that Ben golfed with. He worked for the same company but in a different department.

“Uh, yeah that’s a good idea.” Ben mumbled. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go. Don’t wait up.”

He ended the call without waiting for me to reply, and I stared at the phone, surprised. Before I could even put it down, my phone dinged.

Hubby: I love you.

Me: More today.

I waited a moment to see if he would reply, but the text was left unread. His next meeting must’ve already started.

....

Melanie

I woke up to the sound of my husband cursing quietly when he bumped into the dresser.

“Ben? What time is it?” I mumbled and sat up slowly.

“It’s late.” He slurred, “Did you move the dresser?”

“What?” I giggled.

“The dresser… it moved.”

“Are you drunk?” I scowled.

Plastered with a client?

I checked the time.

“Ben! It’s two o’clock in the morning!”

“Go back to sleep.” He stripped off his jacket and pants, left them in a pile on the floor, and stumbled into the bathroom. The shower kicked on a few seconds later, and I stared at the closed door with confusion.

His phone started ringing in his pocket, and I climbed out of bed to silence it.

Incoming Call: Peter-Work.

Why is his boss calling him from work at 2 a.m.?

“Hello?” I answered quietly.

“Oh, uhm is Mr. Landon there?” a woman asked.

“Who is this?” I narrowed my eyes at the bathroom door.

“This is Ms. Reed, I’m just calling to make sure that Mr. Landon made it home safely. The clients kept everyone very late tonight and Benji-Benjamin had quite a few drinks.” She giggled.

“I’m aware. This is his wife. He’s home, thank you for checking. I will make sure the let Peter know how dedicated you are to your job.” I said slowly. Something about her tone had me on edge.

“No need, just doing my job.” She said quickly. “I should get going.”

“Goodnight Ms. Reed.” I replied.

“Goodnight, Melanie.”

“Mrs. Landon…” I corrected. I didn’t know her, and it was rude for her to assume she could call me by my first name.

“Of course.”

The water shut off just as I ended the call, and I dropped his phone back on top of his discarded pants. It was only a few moments later before Ben stumbled back into the bedroom, undressed and still glistening with water.

“Ben, why is Peter’s secretary calling you at 2 a.m.?”

“What?” he spun around and looked at me.

“Peter’s secretary… just called you from the office.”

“That’s… she probably just wanted to make sure I got home.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers.

“She said that the clients kept you… Since when do you get drunk with clients?” I climbed back under the blankets and watched him. The muscles in his back tensed, and he didn’t answer right away.

“Melanie, can we talk in the morning?” He finally asked and turned to look at me. He looked exhausted. He bent down and grabbed his phone on his way to bed.

“I… I’m upset.” I admitted. This was entirely new territory for me. Ben had never come home drunk like this before.

“I’m sorry.” He groaned and plugged his phone in before flopping down on the bed.

“I don’t need an apology I just want to understand…”

“Tomorrow.” He snapped, and his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the screen and scoffed before swiping away at it. “I can’t handle this conversation right now.” He rolled away from me.

“Okay…” I whispered, stunned by his attitude.

.....

Ben

I screwed up.

That was all I could think to myself when I woke up in the morning and saw puffy, red-rimmed eyes on my beautiful wife. I knew I had made her cry the night before, even though the details were fuzzy.

The night before had started out as a dinner with clients, but at some point, the clients took their leave, and then Angela and I went to a club. She was a lot of fun outside of the office; the icy exterior slipped away as soon as her hair came down and was replaced by laughter, charming smiles, and lots of dancing.

I had always been careful to keep my extramarital affairs separate from work because that’s how men got caught. I had a set of strict rules I followed to protect my marriage; nothing serious, three times max, no gifts, no declarations of love, fake name when possible, and always gloved up. While I had never screwed one of my coworkers, I had found myself flirting with a few over the years. After meeting my wife, Angela started staying late at work with me, and we had carefully toed the line between flirty and inappropriate.

Until last night, when I found myself stumbling home at two o’clock in the morning.

I knew that Melanie hadn’t fallen for my story and that she was going to expect me to peck her butt for the next few days before she pretended to believe me. The only thing that had worked out in my favor was that I had thought to switch Angela's contact name to ‘Peter Work’ so it wouldn’t show as her personal phone, and that she had, without prompting, given me a great cover story.

I hadn’t screwed her last night but there was definitely some intense making out and fondling in the alley behind the club. She was wild and uninhibited, and I knew I was going to eventually screw her.

Melanie had an air of melancholy as she sat at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. She had left my mug next to the pot but hadn’t filled it because I took longer than usual to come downstairs. I needed the extra few minutes to double-check my chest and neck for any marks and to get the details of my story straight. With how fuzzy the night was, I was worried that I would contradict something I had said to her before I fell asleep.