Marsha and I had been married for sixteen years when I found out about her lover. At the time I thought that I had the perfect life. I was living the ...merican Dream. House, white picket fence, two great kids (Jack 14 and Linda 13) two cars in the garage and a great looking and loving wife.I found out about Jason by accident. It was a Sunday and I wasn’t supposed to be at home. I was supposed to be out at Red Hawk playing eighteen with the guys I usually golfed with, but I’d hurt my hand on. He had no idea I was not a woman so instead of risk a beating I decided to play along. I arched my back to improve the angle and he began thrusting in and out of me.“I am not gay,” I thought again, “but this feels so fucking good,” and I moaned and began meeting his thrusts as best as I could. His hand on my shoulders relaxed as he took control of fucking me and I felt both hands at my waist and then my blouse was pulled out. His hands moved up under it and I immediately felt genuine fear that. Probably the fact I was between tipsy and drunk, and I was horny as hell. He knew too, as he bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out and bucked into him. My body felt like, I was struck by lightning. He then let me go, as I fell onto his couch. I was hungry for cock and sex, as I gazed into his eyes. I wriggled my soaked knickers off and undid my mini-skirt, without losing my gaze on him. I then jumped back into his arms, and grabbed hold of him. My bare breasts rubbing. For her part, it was obvious she loved her husband very much and wasn’t the type of woman to mess around. I had let Renee know about what was going on with my marriage and when I told her about the nightmares that Katey was having she immediately suggested that I should put her in therapy. I quickly realized she was right and together we found a therapist who was willing to work with us. I had chosen a woman therapist because I believed that it would put Katey more at ease as she had always.