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Illicit Desires

Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: goodhusband, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

her arm around me and gently rubbed my shoulder. "Baby, is there anything we can do to help you?" I nodded. "Yes there is." A good looking man in his early forties walked up to the bar and sat down three stools to my right. Mike walked over to him and said, "Hi Mitch, what can I get you?" "I'll have an MGD light." While Mike was getting his beer Rhonda leaned over and whispered, "That's Mitchell Weyland. He's Pete Munson's best friend. If Mitch is here you can bet that it won't be long before Pete shows up." Suddenly I was glad that I had the voice recorder in my pocket. Mike put a bottle of MGD light and a small glass in front of Mitch. Mitch had already set a twenty dollar bill on the bar. Mike picked it up and went to the cash register. A moment later he returned with Mitch's change and set it in front of him. Mitch left the pile of money lying on the bar and poured some of his beer into the glass. He was just taking a sip when another man entered the bar and walked over to the stool on Mitch's left. As he was sitting down Rhonda whispered to me, "That's Pete Munson." I studied him. He was a tall man, maybe 6'3" or 6'4" with broad muscular shoulders and a narrow waist. Both his long black hair and his neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard were streaked with hints of gray. He was nattily dressed in a pair of black slacks, a tight fitting yellow golf shirt and a pair of expensive looking black Italian loafers. Mitch patted his friend's shoulder and said, "Hey buddy how ya doin." ... Pete shook his head. "Mitch I'm beat." Mitch turned to Mike. "My buddy needs an MGD light." He tapped the pile of money in front of him. "Take it out of this." Mike nodded and got another beer. Mitch turned back to his friend and laughed. "What? Did Katie wear you out last night?" Pete chuckled. "She was like a bitch in heat. She couldn't get enough of me.” Rhonda squeezed my shoulder and whispered, "This is going to be tough. Keep your cool. This is not the time to make a scene." I smiled at Rhonda. "Don't worry, the last thing I want to do right now is make a scene. I have a better plan." Reaching into my pocket, I turned on the voice recorder and then I opened a napkin on the bar. I took some pretzels from the basket in front of me, set them on the napkin, took the recorder out of my pocket and subtly slipped it under the napkin. Once it was in place I sat back on my bar stool hoping that I was now recording everything that Pete Munson was saying to his friend. At first I was concerned that the voice recorder might not be able to pick up the voices from two bar stools away, but Pete was a braggart. Wanting to be sure that everyone in the bar heard about his conquests with my wife, he spoke in a loud voice. "I fucked Katie three times last night. After the third time we were both so worn out that we fell asleep in the motel room. We didn't wake up until a quarter to three. When she saw how late it was Katie went into a total panic. She was terrified about what was going to ...