There was no mistaking it. It showed Casey lying there, her eyes closed, while some guy was plundering her."Ta ta, sweetie pie. Remember, tomorrow, by... the end of the day. Your resignation and recommendation, or else," she hissed, then turned and left.What astonished me, after I had the time and mental equilibrium to think about it, was my first emotion. It wasn't rage or contempt, as you would imagine. It was... I guess the simplest word would be... hurt. I just sat there feeling terribly. The sounds I was hearing were the sounds of sex. Two people going at it hard and heavy on a bed. At first I thought my wife was being attacked until I clearly heard her yell, "Fuck me, Oh God Yes" over and over.The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar and the noise from my wife having sex with someone other than me was quite clear now. I tried peeking in through the door but the view of the bed was still blocked, so slowly and carefully I pushed opened the door and looked in. The scene before. As I winced and groaned and tried to double over, she cupped my chin in her hand, looked into my squinting eyes, and assured me in a breathless Marilyn voice, "You will come to thank me for that, Hon, but I promise to be kind."She pushed my face back, slapped it lightly, and thrust her hand down my pants, bypassing my dick, and instead grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard. "I promise," she said again breathlessly, while I moaned quietly, still trying to get my wind back, and immersing. As our eyes met, the instant bond between us was undeniable.Without speaking a word, not knowing each others' name, I reached my hand out to her. As she took my hand, both of us knowing that this was meant to be, we silently walked away from the sidewalk. Slowly walking into the shadows of a large maple tree, we embraced, kissing softly. Her soft lips parted as my tongue darted past her lips, exploring the sweet softness of her mouth. My hands on her waist, I traced a path up her back to her.