In short - I was feeling sexually deprived. I travel quite a bit as part of my job and over the years I'd sampled a lady or two, but the fear of takin...g home a disease made me put a stop to that. Instead I managed to come up with a steady girl friend in several cities - a sailor's girl in every port kind of thing as it were - and it worked out well for me. I did feel somewhat guilty about it at first, but I was able to rationalize the guilt away. I didn't love any of those women the way I loved. The next day, and the rest of that trip, they never mentioned the fact that they caught my brother spying on them and it was as if nothing was out of the ordinary." But of course they eventually talked about it right?" I asked."Of course they did. But unfortunately, it was after the trip when I wasn't around. Luckily, my brother gave me every single detail: He told me about how our mother confronted him when they were home alone. She told him that she saw him spying on her having sex and asked. I thought that was the end of showing her pics any more, however some weeks later when I arrived at work, a few of the guys were hanging about in the office. They were grinning a bit and I knew that something was afoot. Well the first thing that I always did on arriving at work, was to turn on the computer, which I did as usual. As soon as it opened, there on the screen, was a pic of my wife Margie sucking on a large cock! The guys all burst into laughter when I saw it. They'd photoshopped one. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and came back wearing dark glasses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, Butch. She was the most feminine and best looking woman in the place. Most of the other women in the bar had a “rough” almost masculine appearance. Still Debbie looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black leather vest,.