I took a slow ride around the block before parking two houses down from Larry's place. I walked to the back door and silently turned the knob and open...ed the door.Whack ... Whack ... Poor Larry. I could hear the sounds of something hard hitting the poor boy's flesh. I walked to the entry to the living room. Larry was completely nude kneeling on the floor with his battered bottom upraised and his forearms resting on the rug. His buttocks showed many welts, some fresh and some faded by different. He hoped.He'd been out in the yard most of the day though, and she'd been inside. He wondered... he couldn't help it. He searched for information... afraid of what he would find, but obsessed with finding out what was happening.A week later, he decided she wasn't cheating. He didn't see where she had the time to be having an affair. Going over things in his mind, there simply weren't any red flags. She was never late coming home, never anywhere Brad didn't know she would be, there were no phone. I cried myself to sleep, silently.When the alarm went off the next morning, I was determined to find out who and where my wife was cheating on me. I suspected her boss, John Stenson, and her co-worker Jeremy Cook were in on this. Who else would remain to be seen, but I figured that at a minimum they would be involved. I dressed got the kids fed and ready and dropped them off at school. They would be out of school in a couple of weeks, so I needed to make sure I could keep them, or they and my. She pushed me onto the bed and rubbed her hand over the front of my pants. I arched up, already eager. She slowly removed my pants and pushed my shirt off, taking time to rub her hands over my abs. My cock instantly sprung up to meet her. She grabbed my cock in one hand and moved her mouth over the tip of my large cock. I started to pump into her throat until she pushed me down. Sara moved and laid on the bed. "Show me what you got, Tyler." Oh God, her voice. Soft and sultry. I got on my knees.