Little Tartlet

My new wife, Anika, is stunningly beautiful and absolutely fabulous in bed. I say "in bed", but that includes on the balcony, in the shower, in the garden, over her office desk, in hotel lifts, on the beach... anywhere really. When we were having our affair, she was totally insatiable. There was hardly a moment when she didn't have my cock in her hand, her mouth or her pussy. Now, having seduced me away from my wife and fucked and sucked me into marrying her, she seems to have gone somewhat cooler. I guess the thrill of the illicit has gone. Which might also explain what I have caught her doing... with her ex-husband of all people.

We had both been seeing our ex-spouses occasionally, purely as friends. Meet for the occasional dinner to catch up. But I then discovered that Anika had seen her ex-husband one evening without telling me. You would have thought that she would at least have met him well away from where she might be seen! That just didn't add up. Why not tell me? She knew I was happy her seeing him platonically. That was it - maybe she wasn't planning on the platonic bit.

I was intrigued. Jealous, yes, but also strangely aroused at the thought that she might be having sex with her ex. She arouses me so much, that any thought of her sexually is stimulating. I need to know. I employed a private detective. God, that sounds weird, but I did!

Sophie was her name. A very attractive, brown eyed blonde. The last person you would suspect of following you.

With a little surruptitious looking at Anika's texts when she was in the shower, and I easily discovered her next clandestine date with ex-hubby.