I Am A Cuckold

I had the world by the balls. I had a great job, amazing friends, and a gorgeous wife. Every day seemed like a permanent vacation. Then it all came crashing down. I came home to find my wife sitting in the living room talking to an 18 year old intern from my office. The intern was sobbing and my wife had been crying, too. Staci was pregnant, and she told my wife I was the only one who could be the father. On the table were a couple of home pregnancy tests. I never emailed or text messaged or anything that could prove anything. I was careful, so I denied everything and insisted Staci get the hell out or else I would call the police.
My wife then started screaming at me hysterically. Staci buried her head into her arms. The next thing I saw was a mini video camera which my wife stuck in my face. The video was actually clear, and on the bottom right of the screen you could see Staci giving me oral sex. I rolled my eyes. Why in the hell would she record this shit? I told my wife that it didn’t mean anything, and then Staci got hysterical. “I loved you, asshole. We were going to get married once your divorce was finalized. You were never getting a divorce. You lied to me.” She was still wailing as I left the house and jumped into my car. My wife came running out of the house and threw a Coke can at my car which landed in the middle of the cul-de-sac. The neighbors got a nice little show that day.
I checked into a hotel and started damage control. My work was more than helpful. I wasn’t the first that dipped into the intern pool, and I would surely not be the last. Staci was given a permanent job in the company, and thankfully she would later get an abortion. My wife wasn’t so easy to smooth over. She insisted on counseling, and my office insisted on counseling as well. After all, they wanted me to pay a small price for my lack of discretion. The counseling was painful, but I knew all the right words to say. So, we eventually got back together, but my wife was ‘emotionally scarred’ as she would call it.
Naturally, I couldn’t stay out of the henhouse. And of all the girls I could have chosen, I went back to Staci. She was so wrong for me on so many levels that I couldn’t resist. A few “I love you’s” and I was back in her pants. This time, I made sure there was no camera…ever! This girl was so impressionable and so pleasing that I got her to give me anal sex, oral sex, and anything else devious that my mind could come up with. There wasn’t anything I could do or say wrong with her. Since she was new to an adult sexual relationship, I could mold her into my wildest desires.
Still I always let her know upfront that I wouldn’t be leaving my wife anytime soon, but I would stay committed to Staci for as long as she would have me. It was a strange relationship that ended with a set-up. Staci and I were at her apartment during lunch. She managed to let my wife know when and where and left the door unlocked. I heard the door open but assumed it was her roommate. In walked my wife with Staci on top of me in a 69 position. I couldn’t move her away fast enough. My wife walked over and slapped me across my ear, and screamed the whole time as she was leaving. Staci looked at me with a wicked look of pleasure across her face and then ordered me to leave which I did.
I figured if I got out of it once, I could smooth my wife over again. She was as much into living in comfort as I was and must have known a divorce would end it for both of us. She wouldn’t speak to me that night or the next night. About the third night, we finally had a civil discussion. I suggested counseling. She said she needed to work things out on her own. I told her I would be there for as long as she needed. Staci was cool at work. She kept her mouth shut. Her job was way better than she should have ever had to begin with and she didn’t want to jeopardize it. Plus, she seemed satisfied with her vengeance on me.
The fifth night I came home to the surprise of my life. I walked in with my usual swagger and confidence to meet two big black guys in my house. I reached for my cell phone as I started to quickly walk to the door, when I heard my wife call out to me. Everything was fine. We weren’t being robbed. She said that these were a couple of guys working on the plumbing. They were well-dressed, and even though they hadn’t spoken a word, they looked clean-cut and educated. Something didn’t add up. I asked her if we could talk and she said sure. I said in private, and she said no. I motioned toward our bedroom, and she finally changed her mind to talk in private. Or, so I thought. The black guys followed us into the bedroom.
Then my wife shocked the shit out of me. She started taking her clothes off in front of everyone. I was speechless, and I reached over and tried to pull the bedspread across her. Then one of the black guys finally spoke. He told me to relax. He said it in such a deep, stern manner, that I instantly dropped the sheet and stepped back. He then told me to strip down to my boxers. I finally got the courage to tell him to fuck off, and started to walk to the door. The other guy blocked my way, and the first guy firmly held me by my shoulder and guided me into my wife’s makeup chair. “Down to your boxers, now.” I got down to my t-shirt and boxers, and I was confused as hell. My wife never established eye contact with me once, and you could see pure deviousness in her expression.
She was down to her panties and bra and making suggestive poses as she was moving on the bed. She said, “Cal, come here.” Cal stood at the foot of the bed, and my wife moved over and sat directly in front of him. She said, “You getting this, Mario?” “Yeah.” Mario had the same video camera and started recording my wife undressing Cal. Just when I started to say something, Mario looked down at me in a menacing way. I sensed I was inches away from getting punched and beaten, so I shut up. Mario then said, “I thought I told you down to your boxers.” I kind of bowed my head, and then took my socks and t-shirt off.

The next time I looked up, my wife had Cal’s dick in her hand. She was still in her bra and panties with Cal’s big hands feeling under her bra. She slowly worked his penis in her hands. It was like a deep blue-black color with a light color head. The thing I remembered most was how thick it was. It looked deformed it was so thick. My wife commented, “Oh Calvin, it’s getting hard.” Within seconds, his dick was dripping with pre-cum. Cal liked what my wife was doing to him. By this time he stood my wife up in front of him, and used his teeth to pull her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and then he lifted her in the air, and gently positioned her over his penis. She slipped her hand around his girth and guided him in slowly. She winced and gasped a couple of times as he penetrated her. From my view, her pussy looked like it couldn’t get stretched any further.
Mario looked down at me and said, “Take off your shorts now.” I told him no. He said it again only this time I felt fear like I have never known. I took my shorts off, and out sprung my boner. Mario looked at my erection and then muttered, “Faggot.”
Cal took my wife standing up. He held her by her butt, and she had her arms draped over his shoulders. She was quivering and grunting like I never saw her before. Cal didn’t say a whole lot. Just primal grunts and deep noises as her ass slammed against his legs. He told her was going to cum, and she gripped his arms harder. Her nails dug into his black back as his balls constricted and started to pump gallons of cum into my wife. He barebacked her and then never pulled out. He laid her down on the bed with her legs crudely spread open revealing a thick creampie in the middle of my wife’s long legs. It started to ooze slowly out of her and then kind of stopped in a puddle in and around her labia.
I was disgusted and repulsed by what my beautiful wife had just done. I know it’s a double-standard, but it didn’t seem like such a big deal for me to cheat. Watching her getting fucked by a black guy was wrong. My wife then said, “Does Mario want a turn?” Mario said, “Hell yeah.” My wife asked me, “You think Mario should get a turn?” I was a beaten man. What was the difference if my wife got sex from a second black guy? I replied softly, “Yeah.”
Mario handed the camera to Cal, and then my wife started to disrobe him. He was already hard, and while his dick wasn’t as wide as Cal’s, it was still a hell of a lot bigger than mine. Mario then came over to me and grabbed me by the arm. He pushed me down between my wife’s legs, and told me to clean her out. The odor of Cal’s semen mixed with my wife’s juices repulsed me. I felt his big black hand push my face into my wife’s pussy. “Clean her pussy now!” So, I started licking. I was trying to lick around her pussy and not her creampie, but by now his sperm was everywhere between her legs and inner thighs. I kept focusing on not tasting or getting too close to her vagina, when suddenly I felt my knees push apart.
Mario got behind me in like a wrestling move. I felt his hand push my face in deeper to my wife’s pussy. My nose and lips were getting wet. Then I felt his dick pressing against my ass. I tried to look back but I felt the hand holding me down. I started to dry heave because of the sperm getting near my eyes. Before I could get a grip, Mario started pushing his dick inside me.
I’ve only ever been with women, and I tried to fight back. It was then I realized it wasn’t Mario holding me down. It was Cal. It was hopeless to fight them both. Mario kept spitting on his dick as he roughly penetrated me with my face still pressed between my wife’s legs. I didn’t scream or let them see me in any kind of pain. I just took it. Eventually Cal let go of my head, and I glanced up from between my wife’s legs to see her holding the video camera. I heard Cal comment on my hard-on. I had no control of my dick. I don’t know why it was hard.
Mario gripped me by my hips and just kept hammering away. Every now and then I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart and spit. After a few minutes, I was praying he would finish. I knew I couldn’t take much more. He finally started pumping harder and slower and then finally stopped pumping altogether. He started grunting as he held it inside me and I felt little spasms and throbbing inside me. A black man was cumming inside me while my face was planted between my wife’s legs with semen smeared all over it. “You want me to make him lick my dick clean?” Thank the heavens my wife mercifully said no. As they were leaving they told me if they found out I touched my wife, they would physically take care of me and the tape would be on the internet the next day.
When they left, I got up and walked over to the shower. I had tears in my eyes and blood dripping from between my legs as I showered off the dried cum on my face. When my wife came into the shower, she hugged me from behind. I wanted to push her away, but I couldn’t. I needed to be close to her also. I made myself stop crying, and I tried to be strong. I didn’t want her to see the tears. She didn’t say she was sorry, but I got the impression maybe she was. I took the day off from work and just watched TV.
Around noon, the doorbell rang. It was Cal. He tossed me a copy of the tape. He made sure I knew it was just a copy. He then took my wife inside the bedroom and proceeded to have loud sex with her for the next hour or so. When they came out, my wife was wearing a t-shirt and no panties. She was walking like she was bow-legged. She sat down on the couch next to me, and I caught the smell of their sex instantly. Cal kissed her on the lips goodbye and said, “Clean her up, please.” I kind of had my head bowed, but I half-way acknowledged him. “Now,” he said, “unless you need Mario to help.”

I got on my knees between my wife’s legs, and this time I gave her oral sex like when we first started dating. I lapped up Cal’s semen. I washed my wife’s labia, vagina, and thighs with my tongue and mouth. I heard the door close as Cal left, and I still kept licking away. I was defeated. I actually brought my wife to an orgasm. She gave me a slight smile and then tossed me a condom. She rolled over doggie style on the edge of the couch. I looked at her engorged, freshly licked pussy, and then I looked down at my erection. I was worried Cal might come back, but I needed this. I slipped the condom on, and I glided almost too easy into my wife. Cal really spread her wide down there. I came literally in seconds. It was demoralizing how fast I came. My wife shot me a pathetic glance and asked, “Did you? Already?” I just pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Thankfully, Mario hasn’t come back for seconds. Cal, however, is now almost a fixture in our bedroom. When he spends the night, I have to sleep at the foot of the bed for when I am needed to service or clean my wife. I usually sleep with my face closer to her feet. It’s creepy the other way.
I still have my great job. The interns don’t look at me the way they used to. I always feel like Staci knows something about my situation, too. I still have my gorgeous wife, except I have to share her with her black boyfriend. I use the word ‘share’ in the most unfair sense of the word. Cal owns my wife, and I rarely get to be with her like a real husband, but we are still married and care for each other in a weird sort of way. Even though I would never admit it to anyone, I know deep down that I am a cuckold in every sense of the word. Cal and my wife have me by the balls. That’s my cuckold story.

My wife and I graduated the same year from the same college, and we both got hired on by the same company. I got promoted a little faster than she did even though she was probably the harder worked. I golfed with the boys, and partied with the boys. She stayed home mostly after work with our two dogs which comprised our little family. Everything was going great until a Halloween office party.

At the office party I drank a little too much. I had never cheated on Belle before, but I hooked up with a drunken single-mom secretary from staffing. We went into a supply closet and started making out. As I reached under her skirt to pull her panties down, she said she was on her period. She smiled, then dropped to her knees and undid my pants. I quickly pulled out my cell phone, and recorded probably the best blow job I have ever gotten in my life. She licked my balls, and she swallowed, too, all the while looking straight into the camera.
Lucky for me, no one noticed our little detour to the supply closet. Belle was in her own world getting face time and working new contacts. We drove home, and then I had the best sex with Belle that night. We went to church on Sunday, and everything was business as usual.
First thing Monday, I was called into the Regional Manager’s office. I had just gotten my annual raise, so I thought maybe it was related to that. My heart almost stopped when I noticed Kate, the single-mom, sitting in the office dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. At the center of the table was my cell phone with a blue sticky note attached to it.
Kate got fired. I was allowed to resign. My decision was made ten times easier when I noticed the handwriting on the note was Belle’s. She turned the phone over to my boss. I caught up with Kate in the parking lot. She was still in tears. I asked her if she was going to be ok. She said she never wanted to see me again for the rest of her life. As she pulled out, I saw Belle coming out of the office building towards me. My stomach was all knotted up.
She had almost a smile on her face. “I see you got your cell phone back.” I told her, “It’s not what you think. I was drunk.” Belle told me to save it. We would talk later at home. She pulled into the driveway a little earlier than normal which means she left work early - something she never did. She greeted me by saying she was a candidate for my job.
I was stunned, and almost didn’t believe her. She was still a junior-level employee, and she hadn’t really done anything to merit consideration for my job. There at least 4-5 mid-level managers who had put in the time and were more than qualified. And that’s assuming they hire from within.
I had dinner waiting, and I was all set to start some major ass kissing and apologizing. She didn’t even address Kate or the cell phone once during dinner. I told her we have to talk, and she abruptly stated that,” No, we don’t. Everything is taken care of.” I knew better than to press the issue. Still, she was acting extremely weird.
I wasn’t sure if I was welcome in the bed, but she told me to turn off the bedroom lamp when I came to bed, which meant I would be sleeping in our bed. As soon as I got into bed, and the lights were off, she broke the silence. “Don’t you want to know how I got to be in consideration for promotion?” I lied there quiet. I was curious, but I could tell by her tone and voice that I was not going to like the answer. She paused for a few seconds. “I sucked Bob’s dick. I did it right in his office. I told him I would do anything to get your job. He asked what anything might mean. I pulled the curtains shut, locked the door, and knelt down before him. Since he wasn’t doing anything to stop me, I dropped his slacks. Then his tightie-whities. Funny, you wouldn’t picture Bob as wearing white briefs. Then I went down on him, and he liked it so much that he told me I was going to be in consideration. I hadn’t even finished sucking him off and he said that.” I was paralyzed. I couldn’t say a word. “Once he said I was in consideration, I decided I was going to let him cum in my mouth. And, you know I don’t let anyone cum in my mouth.” That was true. You could cum on her chest or on a towel, but not on her face or in her mouth. She that asked, “What do you think of that?”
I lied there in bed without moving or saying another word. Added to my shock of hearing of my wife’s infidelities was the confusion of why my dick was rock hard. I was also terrified my wife would notice my hard-on. So, I did nothing. She muttered something about me being a total loser and rolled over. I was pissed that she could fall asleep so quickly and easily. I saw the clock at 1am, 2 am, and I think 3am.
She woke me up with a kiss on the cheek, “I’m off to start working on getting that promotion. Make sure you take out the trash. The classifieds are on the breakfast table. You can also job search online.” Then she was off. I circled a few random ads and I didn’t even bother to look online. I didn’t make one call. I watched TV and surfed the internet to kill time until my wife came home. Then the phone rang. She needed to take a meeting and would be late for dinner.
She came home about three hours later than she normally does. I surveyed her face, and saw an almost smug look on her. She was pleased about something. We sat down for a late dinner, and I didn’t have to pry any information out of her. She said, “I went out on a dinner date with Bob and the VP of sales, Richard. Richard was such a dear. He helped me to get a better focus on my career path. He really was genuine in that he wanted me to succeed. Then he asked me if I wanted to see a studio apartment he just purchased near the office. I told him yeah. The three of us drove there. Richard asked Bob to watch the car since he purposely didn’t use his parking pass, so I kind of knew Richard had ulterior motives. We had a couple of drinks, and then Richard took me by the hand into the bedroom.”
I was motionless again. I couldn’t tell if my breathing was shallow or heavy. I was just there. She looked at me and asked if I was ok. I told her yeah. She said she wouldn’t go into details. I gathered myself, and told her it’s better if I know everything. Everything is what I got.
She continued, “You know Richard comes across as almost timid sometimes. He is soft-spoken, but everyone listens to him. Well, once we got into the bedroom, he was a totally different person. He pushed me down on the bed and stood before me almost demanding a blowjob without saying a word. So, I undid his pants, and oh my god, he had the ugliest, big dick I have ever seen. It was uncut and semi-hard, so there was a lot of skin everywhere. It had a strange smell, too. It was clean, but different. I put my hands on it, and was just looking at it. After a couple of seconds, he had enough. He got me loosely by my hair, and pushed my head down on his cock. I knew I was in trouble because it was already big when it wasn’t hard. He was making me gag, and I know my teeth were scraping the shit out of him, because he kept grunting. I was almost to the point of telling him that I couldn’t do it anymore, when he got me by the waist, and flipped me over the edge of the bed doggie style. He lifted up my skirt, and ripped my pantyhose open. He pushed my panties to the side, and then he pushed it in to me so fast that it made me scream. He pushed me back down to where my chest and face were on the bed with my ass sticking up at him, and he started pounding my pussy. He kept slapping my ass so hard, too. He slapped it so hard that it hurt more than it felt good. My ass still hurts right now. I told him not to come inside me. I didn’t bring any of your rubbers, and he doesn’t ‘believe’ in them. Thankfully, he came fast. I tried to scoot up once I felt him coming, but he pushed my back down and kind of pinned me on the bed. I felt his dick throbbing inside me as pulse after pulse of his semen went inside me. We were both dripping sweat. Every time I tried to make a motion to get up, he put light pressure down on me to let me know that he wasn’t ready to pull out yet. We stayed like that while his dick slowly started to go down. Then the bell rang. It was Bob. We ignored all of his cell calls, so finally he came upstairs. We quickly straightened our clothes, and left. On the way, Richard assured me I would get promoted to possibly his personal assistant if not better. We dropped off Richard at his car, and then Bob was kind of hinting around. I told him I would have to take a rain check, and hopped out and here I am.”
All I said was ‘wow’. She asked if I believed her. I said I did. Without any warning she stood up and bent over in front of me. She pulled up her skirt, and immediately I noticed her torn pantyhose. It was torn at the inner thigh and along the seat of her pantyhose. I could see her cheeks still bright red from the spankings, too. She stood up and shot me a quick glance with a devious smile. Then she went to the bedroom. I waited until my hard-on subsided, and made my way to the bedroom. She was on the bed talking to someone on the phone. Their conversation was intimate, and I thought it might have been one of her workout friends, until she mentioned something about ‘brushing his crotch by accident’ and then cackling in laughter. She was in bed sitting cross-legged in her panties. I was getting ready to walk out of the bedroom and give her some privacy, when she motioned for me to come back in.
She covered the cell phone and asked if I would rub some ointment on her. I said ok. To my surprise she shucked her panties off and opened up her legs. She glanced down at her crotch as she handed me the salve. I dropped down on my elbows between her legs and immediately I caught a whiff of their sex. It was a pungent odor of cum and her pussy. I fought through gagging, and started to rub the ointment on her. Her labia were bright red and very puffy. There was slight tearing or chaffing on her inner lips. Richard must have been big, and he was definitely rough with her. All the while she was talking to some guy from the office. From the conversation, I couldn’t discern who he was. But, if they hadn’t already had sex, they sure sounded like they were on the road to hooking up soon.
She said her goodbyes as I was finishing up rubbing the lotion between her legs. She winced a couple of times, and then commented, “He was probably the biggest I have ever had. He was certainly the thickest as you have probably noticed.” Positioned between her slut legs and inhaling her infidelity with every breath, I finally got the nerve to confront her. I asked her if she wanted a divorce. I couldn’t live like this anymore.

She said that there would be no divorce, and we were still very much a couple. She cared for me, and she could tell I still loved her. Truth is, ever since other men started taking an interest in her, I started wanting her even more. The more she slept around, the more I wanted to be with her. She said to consider her actions as a means to gain advancement in the company and nothing more. It was true. While she was a hard working employee, she never once got a substantial raise. In a matter of two weeks of ‘playing the game’, her salary literally tripled - far more than mine ever was. She got her own office, and she had her own secretary and access to two temps.
I asked her if we could move away and maybe start over. We both made mistakes and a fresh start would definitely make things better. She looked at me, and said that was not possible. She said if I can’t get adjusted to her career, then we shouldn’t be together. She told me to think about it. She was committed to me and her career, and I should do the same. Then she rolled me over on my back, and pulled down my pj’s with her teeth. My dick was oozing out pre-cum. My boxers and pj’s were soaked. She rubbed me a couple of times, and even before she put her lips on me, I exploded into her hair and shoulder. She started laughing, and I did too. That was when I knew I would be okay with the way things were.
There were times when I wasn’t so sure, though. She brought home a black businessman from Florida named Bill to have lunch and discuss establishing a joint overseas account. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why the company chose my wife to land this account. As soon as she stepped into the house, she sent me on an errand to get Mexican takeout. When I got home, I came in through the garage, and there was my wife on her knees in front of Bill with her head bobbing back and forth. He was grunting and moaning in between calling my wife some vile names. After about a minute, he took my wife by the hand and laid her on the couch. She stopped him and reached in her purse for a condom. She sucked him slowly while she slid the condom on his purple-black dick. I don’t know what size the condoms my wife had, but it looked like it only rolled down a little over half of his dick. I figured that was good enough as long as the sperm didn’t go inside my wife.
She hoisted up her skirt, and slipped her panties down her legs until they got stuck on her left high heeled shoe. He mounted her with her white legs on his black-as-coal shoulders, and he started to slowly fuck my wife. The panties on her high heels were waiving around like a bright red flag as he thrust into her. He was clenching her tits through her blouse, and after several minutes, he started making guttural noises. He yelled out he was coming and then ejaculated into the condom that was on his dick buried deep inside my wife. He then slumped over her with her legs still on his shoulders. So, there is my wife with her legs spread wide open and a thick black man deep inside her vagina. Her legs were in the air almost waving around her red panties. It was almost comical, except for when I saw the condom totally rolled up at the base of his cock. It broke during their rough sex, and neither one figured it out. When he pulled out, spoonfuls of thick goo dripped out of my wife’s vagina. She grabbed her abdomen and looked between her legs. She gasped, and then looked at Bill who was busy saying he was so sorry. Then she let out a little laugh and flashed her gorgeous smile.
I quickly went outside and rang the doorbell. After a couple of minutes, she opened the door. Her hair was a little out of place, but otherwise you couldn’t tell. As I walking in I saw her red panties on the floor near the couch. She saw them, too, and quickly gathered them up, and secretly stuffed them in Bill’s front pocket. That’s probably why he had a big smile during the lunch. Over lunch I learned she got the account. He didn’t ask any specifics. He just signed away. That was the first account that tied in a commission on top of her bloated salary. After Bill left, she was on cloud nine. I don’t know if it was the sex or knowing when she got into work the next day that she was going to get some major kudos.
She asked me if I got a look at the ’size of that thing’. I told her I saw everything, even her getting barebacked and creampied. She said the condom broke, and chances are that she wasn’t going to get pregnant anyway. She sensed my discomfort and told me to get some lotion and meet her in the bedroom. When I got there she was topless and motioned me onto the bed. She lotioned up my dick and started giving me an incredible hand job. She was almost thanking me for understanding her needs. When she commented on Bill’s length and how much of a turn on it was for her, I shot my load. It was a turn on for me, too.
She ended up getting pregnant. We agreed to get an abortion. I could tell she didn’t want to abort, but her career really meant a lot to her, and a baby was the kiss of death to her job. So, she did. Even though she did it for all the wrong reasons, I was very thankful. From then on, I made sure she had a couple of different size condoms in her purse. I didn’t want her catching any diseases or getting pregnant again.
So, here I am prepping my wife for a dinner meeting. She’s going to bring him home after dinner to close the deal. We both decided it is probably safer for her to bring them home where I can be around just in case the sex got too rough or weird. She confessed to me that it isn’t just her work that keeps her busy with other men. She said she likes the attention she gets from other men and the jealousy and desire she sees in me. Never in a million years could I have imagined I would be a willing cuckold. But, here I am rubbing lotion on my wife’s legs, and picking out her thong panties for her date. When she gets back, and her date is gone, I’ll give my wife a backrub and listen to her talk about the date. The next day, I’ll gather her dress and stained underwear and wash them and start another new cuckold day.

This is about the first time I was cuckolded. After about six years of being married, my wife and I got too comfortable with each other. She put on a few pounds, she quit her job after we got married, and the sex dwindled down to once every other week, and I was okay with that. I spent a lot of time at work and hanging out with my friends. Thus, the perfect cuckold storm was set.
Most of the time, since I was the primary earner in the relationship, I made most of the decisions. We weren’t rich by any means, but we had a little house with a pool. We both drove newer model cars. We never really splurged on anything crazy.
Then one day I got a credit card bill in the mail (one I didn’t know about) with a balance of almost $2,500. My wife had opened a secret account and was making the minimum payment on the balance. I went straight home to confront her about the credit card. She was wearing her usual at home attire: sloppy granny panties and a t-shirt usually with a stain or two. I was mad, and she responded by getting angry with me. She claimed it was none of my business what she did financially. This comment really frustrated me. I mean, I was the one making the money and paying the bills. All she did was spend, and now she’s trying to tell me it’s not my concern. I blurted out, “You stupid fat ass pig. Where do you think the money you’re paying this credit card with is coming from?”
She stopped yelling at me right then and there. My words stabbed right into her, and I wished I could have taken them back. She started tearing up, and she stormed off into the bedroom. She didn’t talk to me for almost 3 days. I was kissing her ass to try and get her to stop grudging me, and she didn’t seem to care. It was like the world shut off for her when I was around.
Then it stopped. She came around, or so I thought. We slipped back into our old routine, and life seemed good again.
She started taking a lot better care of herself which should have been clue number one. She would meet her friends for Friday night drinks and stay out late which should have been clue number two. Clue number three, well, let’s just say I walked in on my wife on her tip toes draped over our living room sofa with a big Mexican looking guy mounting her from behind.

She knew I was coming home after work to pick up my bowling ball. I even called after I left to see if she wanted to bring dinner, and she said to get Chinese takeout. She wanted me to see her like that. I’ve heard before of the explosion of adrenalin at finding out your spouse is cheating on you. Imagine actually seeing it firsthand. It was like an atom bomb inside me.
My anger was welling up inside of me, but at the same time my wife bent over that couch looked one thousand times more attractive than she did the day before. I felt myself start to get hard. I tried to move in past the kitchen door (from the garage), but I was frozen. I couldn’t move. I just stood there watching the show forming a little puddle of precum.
The Mexican was good. He had my wife dancing on her tip toes as he sawed into her vagina. He slapped her ass hard enough to make her jump and moan for him to do it again. He grabbed her by the sides and backs of her thick thighs. He squeezed her hips with his rough hands. He pulled her back by her shoulders as he thrust into her. He reached under and crudely grabbed her tits. Just the other day I made a smart ass comment how much her boobs were drooping. Now they looked awesome as the Mexican groped them.
I thought I was going to faint, it was so much to take in. Then he snapped me back into reality when he yelled at her that he was going to cum. He started to pull away, but my wife reached back and grabbed his thighs and pulled him into her. He stopped pumping and pushed my wife off of her feet as he inserted himself in as far as he could go. I saw his balls suck up and start to pulsate as his butt and thighs started to quiver. He was dumping his load into my wife’s fertile womb.

We had been using a condom or pulling out if we were really desperate and there was no condom around. Then the sex waned, and it wasn’t as much an issue. Now here she was willfully taking another man’s cum inside her pussy. What if she got pregnant?
He stepped back, and my wife dropped back to her tip toes and stayed leaned forward on the couch. He sat on the floor next to her legs and with a big fat smile on his Mexican face. I saw some of his cum dripping out of my wife’s pussy and down her thighs. I thought I was going to get sick. Then she sat right next to him, and they started giggling and touching each other again. This guy looked kind of small until my wife got him aroused. Then his dick sprang up to what had to be a few inches more than me.
She put her mouth on him. Now blowjobs were a special treat for me, and I rarely got them usually only on my birthday and sometimes a lazy weekend. Here was my wife on her knees sucking a strange man. She gave him probably the best blowjob she’s ever given a guy - certainly better than any she ever gave me. As he got closer he gripped her shoulder, and told her he was cumming. She just clamped down on him and kept sucking until he came in my wife’s mouth. She paused for a second, and then I saw her swallow his Mexican cum. She had only ever spit for me. Never swallowed.
He leaned on the back of the sofa with this dick hanging out near my wife’s face. She sat there talking to him, and then she finally caught a glance at me. She looked a little surprised to see me standing and watching, but her look changed to pure evil. She got back on her knees, and started sucking him again. After a minute or so, she started kissing his abdomen all the way up to his face. He then lowered my wife to the floor and mounted her missionary style.
All I could see was my wife’s feet flailing in the air, and his balls slapping my wife’s ass. He had his arms braced on the floor, and he was taking her really rough and hard. She was holding him by his biceps, and I could hear her grunting and moaning. Then he came inside my wife for the second time. After he came, he collapsed onto my wife, and she started stroking his hair and rubbing his back. His dick was still inside her and slowly started to slip out of her. When his erection went all the way down, his dick came out, and little strings of cum poured out of my wife’s pussy.
They talked for about five minutes, and she kissed him on the cheek, and he left. He never saw me, or if he did, he refused to acknowledge my presence. I finally got the nerve to confront my wife. She was cold and emotionless towards me. The tables had completely turned. She was in complete control, and she knew it.
I asked her how could she do it? What if she got pregnant? She said it was easy. He hit on her at the gym, and she came home with him. She said she didn’t care if she got pregnant, and maybe she needed a real man to get her pregnant. I asked her for a divorce. She laughed in my face, and told me to fuck off. She got up and walked upstairs. I followed her like a puppy dog. She went into our bedroom and slammed the door. She locked it, and refused to answer me.
I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, hit something, be angry, or anything. I just sat in the hallway in a daze. About thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. I answered it and there was a buff chinese guy telling me he was here to see my roommate. Before I could say anything, my wife came down and introduced me as her roommate to Johnny. I actually shook his hand while my wife glared me into silence. They sat down on the living room couch and started small talk. Johnny was a manager at a store in the mall it turns out. My wife then commented on needing more privacy (I was in the kitchen trying to eavesdrop the whole time), and she took Johnny’s hand and walked upstairs into the bedroom. She started to close the door, and then paused and left it slightly ajar.
I waited for an agonizing five minutes before I crept upstairs. I was silently hoping I would be wrong, but there was my wife having sex with a second man in the same night. He was kneeling between her legs and going down on her. He rubbed her inner thighs and probed her with his fingers the whole time keeping his mouth on her. This guy had foreplay mastered. He must have stayed between her legs for at least ten minutes which was ten minutes more than I would have. She made it a point to really vocalize her orgasms with him. He brought her to two separate orgasms until she told him she was too sensitive down there. Then he began kissing her inner thighs and rubbing her back and arms. This guy was good.
She pulled him up over her and they started kissing and making out. Then she started kissing his neck and using her hands to direct him towards her mouth. She kissed his chest, his abdomen, and then she kissed his dick, his inner thighs, and she started licking his balls. His balls were huge and hung low, and as soon as she put her mouth on them they got really tight like two fuzzy tennis balls. By now he was doing a push-up over my wife’s face with his dick hovering around her lips. His penis was rock hard. And, when she finally pulled it toward her mouth, she got a look at a bent, small penis. This guy had monster big balls, and a scrawny bent penis! I was laughing inside up until she took him in completely in her mouth. He looked like he was getting ready to cum within in seconds, and then he pushed her head away and it looked like he was composing himself.
He slid down my wife’s body and spread her legs wide. He then mounted her missionary style, and started to fuck my wife gently. After a minute, he wrapped his arms under my wife’s ass and grabbed her by both cheeks and proceeded to hammer away at her pussy.
When he came, he literally screamed something that wasn’t English. His tight balls and his little bent dick spewed forth a river of cum. He kept moaning, and would pause for a grunt when another spurt would shoot up inside my wife. I counted at least seven or eight injections of semen. Even before he pulled out, his cum was streaming from between my wife’s legs and around his dick and down to her butt cheeks. And, they were doing it on my side of the bed.
This guy must have had a sixth sense, because out of the blue he cocked his head around and caught me staring between the hinges. He didn’t freak out or anything, but he got his clothes on right away, muttered something to my wife, and just took off.
I started in on my wife again about her getting pregnant. She said she didn’t care, and then hopped into the shower. She came out fresh and smelling good, and instead of getting her pj’s to go to bed, she went into a shopping bag and pulled out a short dress. She slipped it on, and it hugged her curves and her body. She pulled some black high heels out of the back, and then asked me to zip up her dress. It was skin tight on her, and suddenly my wife didn’t look like a housewife anymore. She looked down at her heels, and then commented about her toenails. She tried doing her nails, but her dress was too tight. So, she asked me to do her toenails for her. She handed me a fire engine red bottle of nail polish, and I painted her nails. She asked me to pull out a pair of panties from her drawer. I looked in, and she had a bunch of new panties alongside her granny panties. Only these were a lot frillier, lacier, and used a lot less material. I handed her some sheer black thong panties that still had the tags on them. She asked how she looked, and I told her the truth. She looked awesome. A little on the trashy side, but amazing. I couldn’t believe it was my wife. She said she was going over to see her mom, and even though I was sure she was going elsewhere, I convinced myself she was telling me the truth.
A couple of hours later, she pulled up in to the driveway. I was waiting at the door because I halfway thought she might want to get with me. I was shocked into shame when in she walked with a black guy at her side. She introduced me to “Gregg with two G’s”, and up they went straight into our bedroom. Again she left the door cracked open. Again I walked up and watched.
The first thing my wife did was get on her knees in front of him and started kissing his crotch through his pants. He called my wife crazy and kept his eyes locked on her face. While kissing his crotch, she undid his belt and started pulling his pants down. He helped her a little and once his pants cleared his cock, they dropped to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, I saw a huge print of a penis in his boxer briefs. My wife started to kiss him through his briefs. The more she kissed, the bigger his dick got until it poked out from under his briefs.
She worked his boxers down with her teeth, and out came a monster black snake. It had to be a solid nine or ten inches long, and thick as a baseball bat. It was a grotesque purplish-blue black color with huge veins. His balls were like two small oranges in a black scrotum. The head of his penis was a purple-black color and was oozing precum. My wife’s eyes lit up and she stared at it as she held it with one of her small hands. She looked into his eyes, and said what he probably had heard a hundred time before, “It’s big.” He laughed, and she giggled. Then she put her mouth on it. She could barely get an inch below the think head of his black cock. She cupped his balls with one hand, and started stroking him while she sucked. He asked her to look at him while she was sucking him, so she did. It was kind of twisted watching another man look into my wife’s eyes while he had his dick in her mouth.

Then he told her was coming, and he jerked his cock out of her hands, and he sprayed gallons of cum onto my wife’s chest, chin, and shoulder. He grabbed the straps of her dress, and pulled her dress down from her shoulders to expose her creamy white breasts. He clutched a boob in each hand, and then started to slowly pump his spent dick in between her tits. The contrast of his black skin and her white skin was killing me and turning me on at the same time.
She started to suck his dick on the upstroke, but he stopped her and just kept slowly pumping his dick in her cleavage. Then he stopped, took a deep breath, and relaxed on the bed. Even flaccid, his dick was still thick and huge. She positioned herself at the crux of his arm next to him, and stroked his cock gingerly alternating at times to rubbing his enormous balls. They were talking lightly, and I couldn’t make out their conversation even though I was practically on top of the door.
A few minutes later, he was hard again. My wife then pulled off her panties, lifted up her skirt, and squatted over his black penis, and for the first time in her life, she had a black dick inside her vagina. He stretched the entrance of her pussy wide, and each time she lifted up, her inner labia clutched at his big dick forming an air tight seal. When this guy came inside her, nothing was going to leak out. There wasn’t any space between his dick and her pussy!
She took his whole dick inside her. She held her abdomen a couple of times on the down stroke. After a little slow fucking, she got up on her high heels (she never took them off) in a squatting position. She held him by the sides, and her calves and legs were flexing as she pumped his dick with her pussy. He liked what she was doing, and her let her know it. In seconds, he shot load after load after load inside her. She stopped and while still squatting, kept her pussy draped around his cock. When he was done inseminating her with his black cum, she rolled off and she had a huge smile on her face. He started putting his clothes on, and I high-tailed it back down to the living room.
He walked out on his own and didn’t even bother saying goodbye. After he was gone I went back upstairs, and she was getting ready for bed. I stood there not knowing what to say. She broke the silence and told me I could sleep upstairs with her. I was relieved and still unsure of how to even talk to her. My wife was a totally different person, and I didn’t know anything about her anymore.
When we got to bed, she started talking about how she needed to explore and find herself. She liked to be desired by men, and the sex was a validation for her. I asked her about using protection, and she said if a child was meant to be, then it was god’s will. That didn’t make any sense to me, but I didn’t pursue the argument. I asked her if we could have sex, and she said yeah, but it would be on her terms and only if I accepted the way things were. She didn’t want a divorce, but she wanted to evolve emotionally and spiritually. I was horny, so I agreed to her terms.
I had sloppy seconds with my wife, and I wasn’t even the second, or third guy. I was the fourth guy in line that night. She had a shower in between, but I was still sticking my dick into the same vagina that had received multiple loads of black semen. I could feel their sex and stickiness as I eased into my wife. I had a hard time getting over my dick touching black cum even if it was inside my wife. As I was having sex with my wife, the images of her fucking all those guys kept flashing in my head. I saw stream after stream of foreign cum shooting deep into my wife’s womb. I didn’t last long.
To make a long story short, my wife did get pregnant. The seriousness of the situation finally brought her back down to earth. We met together with our pastor, and she told him of what had happened and all of the different nationalities the child could be. It was like Russian roulette, except instead of bullets, there was semen inside my wife. The pastor basically said God would not fault me if I needed a divorce, but that the best thing for everybody concerned would be to stay together for the child’s sake. He said if the race of the child was an issue, we could always give it up for adoption. To my wife’s credit, she kept the baby. I was almost 100% sure she was going to abort the baby.
I was not present in the delivery room when the baby was born. My wife and I talked about it before hand, and she was ok with me not being there. It was already humiliating enough to even conceive the thought of an interracial baby. My prayers went unanswered when my wife gave birth to a mixed black baby. Half-Chinese, half-Mexican, I think I could have dealt with much better. The black in the baby was like a badge I had to wear in public with my wife. Plus this brought Gregg back into our lives.

He actually paid child support, and together with my wife refused to have me on the birth certificate. Every month, he hand delivered his child support to my wife in my bedroom. When they were done, the check would be on the drawer, and my wife would be in the shower. This time, she was on birth control. No more mixed babies for us.
My wife never saw the Mexican again, but for some reason, she always had the Chinese fellow over. Their sessions were almost always for “oral pleasures” as she called it. They were always going down on each other, and did the 69 position in every way imaginable. Him on top, her on top, sideways, him standing up and holding her in the air. They still had intercourse every now and then. They spent most of their time massaging each other and going down on each other.
I got to have sex with my wife usually every other week on a Friday night. Other than that, I lived out my sex life through the dicks of other men fucking my wife. I would help her get dressed up and looking good for her ‘dates’ with other men. Then I usually got to watch them having sex in my bedroom on my bed, or I would get to hear her telling me all of the gory details if they went to a hotel or his place. That’s what my life has degenerated down to, and I am fine with it. That’s my first time cuckold story of how I became a cuckold and ‘father’ to an interracial baby.

Had a few requests for the afterword alone.  Here you go!

Unsuspecting Cuckold Story Afterword

A couple months later, and we are still going strong. We are probably more close as a couple now that I am accepting of my cuckold situation. We eat dinners together, we pay the bills together, we exercise together, and pretty much everything else a normal couple does … except for the when it comes to bedroom and her boyfriends. And, I did say boyfriends in the plural.

She dumped Joe for the last time after she got promoted and transferred to a new department. Her new division is less than a mile away, but I guess that was a mile too much for them. She started seeing another coworker named Casey. He doesn’t really know the extent to which I am cuckolded, and he is definitely freaked out that my wife is cheating on me with my knowledge. I haven’t seen him in person, but I’ve already cleaned out his DNA that he deposited inside my wife on more than one occasion. It’s like, I don’t know you, but I have tasted the sex between you and my wife, and I know the scent between you and my wife.

My wife eventually talked Casey into coming into our bedroom. Unfortunately, he demanded I not be anywhere near the house. So, at 10:30pm, I was sent away from my house. I passed his car about a block from my house as he was heading in to hook up with my wife. I went to a Denny’s and ordered a light breakfast, and took my time eating at the counter. It was almost to the point where I couldn’t ask for another cup of coffee when my wife called and said it was ok to come home. Her voice on the other end of the phone got me hard instantly. I paid for the meal, and drove straight home.

My wife was already in the bed reading a magazine. When she saw me, she dropped the magazine and she had a big grin. She motioned for me to come to the bed. I did, and she moved the blankets aside and spread her legs. I knew the routine. I went down on her and started orally cleaning her between her legs. The musky smell was nauseating and arousing at the same time. His cum mixed with her juices was bitter and tart. It made me gag a couple of times, and I don’t think I ever got used to his fluids inside my wife. My oral pleasuring was stopped with a hard slap to the temple. My wife said, “Don’t nibble. It’s a little sore down there.” My ear was ringing, and my left eye started watering a little. I stopped nibbling, and gently started licking her red, swollen labia. She said, “He’s got a big dick,” which sent a surge of adrenal through me just imagining a large dick inside my wife.
After several minutes, she nudged my head away from her vagina. I was getting ready to head to the bathroom to pleasure myself, when she said she had a little surprise for me. She reached over the nightstand and grabbed an unwrapped condom. She was careful not to tip it, and then I was shocked when I realized it was a freshly used condom and was about a quarter of the way full of his cum. I instantly thought she was going to make me drink his cum out of the condom. She saw this, and she laughed lightly. She said, “I feel like fucking some more except I am out of condoms, and I don’t want your cum inside me. If you want, you can use this condom, but don’t empty it. Just use it like it is.” She was looking at my eyes and gauging my reaction.
Of course I put the used condom on. I felt his cold, slimy semen coat my entire penis. It was a nasty feeling, but I was staring between my wife’s legs the entire time. For the first time in months, I was going to have intercourse with my wife. I got ready to mount her missionary style, and she stopped me and said she wanted to be on top. I flipped over on my back, and she lowered her pussy onto my wet condomed dick. Just knowing his sperm was already inside her from earlier in the night and feeling his cum squishing around my dick inside the condom was driving me crazy. All that lube caused my penis to glide right in. It went in so easily it was almost embarrassing. I could hardly feel her vagina around me, but that was actually a good thing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds.
She was riding me pretty rough, and coupled with her juices and the condom leaking out of the edges, my pubic area was flooded. After a couple of minutes, I lost it. It was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I loved my wife. I loved her for giving me sex. She was still riding me when I told her I already came. She hadn’t noticed. She stopped and looked down between her legs at my shrinking erection and wrinkled condom. She got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn’t move, it was that intense. After brushing her teeth, she jumped into bed and rolled over to go to sleep. After a couple of minutes of quiet, she said, “There’s a tape in my panty drawer. It’s of Casey and me today. I made it for you.” That was her way of telling me she loved me, and I couldn’t have loved her more if I tried. I excused myself, retrieved the tape, and went downstairs to ‘entertain’ myself for a little while. I popped the tape in.
Casey was a skinny white guy. After a few minutes of groping and kissing on the bed, my wife moved down to the tent in his boxers. She pulled his boxers down with her teeth. Out sprang a monstrous dick way too big for that skinny frame of Casey’s. My wife gripped it with both of her hands and put her mouth around the thick head of his penis. She had her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. She started stroking him with both hands and you could see by her cheeks going inward that she was sucking his head hard. He literally didn’t last a minute. His huge balls tightened up, and the veins in his dick got huge. He groaned, and you could see him shooting repetitive loads into my wife’s mouth. Each spasm signaled another blast of cum. My wife kept her mouth wrapped around his dick the entire time. Then she opened her eyes and looked right into the camera. She still had his big dick in her mouth. She made a motion with her eyes like can you believe how big this is? I saw her swallow his cum down in two distinct gulps. When she took her mouth off of him, she had some sperm dripping down the side of her mouth. She smiled at the camera and gave me a little wink as she flashed the condom.
Before she could do anything with the condom, Casey got my wife on her back on the bed. I saw her legs over his shoulders and her little hand grasp his dick and guide it inside her. He was very gentle in getting his penis inside her. She kept squeezing his forearms as he entered her. You could tell he knew his size required him to take it slow at first until he was completely inside her. His first three or four strokes were slow. Her inner labia formed a perfect seal around his penis. Each time he retracted, her labia pulled a little outwards. After the first few delicate strokes, he started pounding her. She put her hands on his chest to try and hold him back, but he was too strong, and his dick was too big. He slammed into her until she quit trying to fight him off. Her arms went slack around his lower back and a couple of times she held her own legs apart. When he came, he did one final jab inside her that made her literally yelp. Then he held his dick inside her and you could see his balls and ass quivering as he inseminated my wife with his DNA. When he rolled over, the cum came streaming out of my wife’s vagina. That’s probably where the soreness came from. He conquered my wife with his barbarian dick, and even after the pain, she liked it.
They talked for a few minutes while he caressed her cheek. She had her hands between his legs and was rubbing his enormous testicles. In less than a couple of minutes his dick was back at attention. She got on her knees and leaned over him and starting blowing him again. Only this time, she had plans. After a few strokes with her mouth, she rolled the condom over his dick. It went down around his manhood about two thirds of the way down. They talked for a sec, and she must have explained something to him about the condom.

He nodded, and then she got on her hands and knees, and he took my wife doggie style. She was moaning and bucking wildly after a couple of minutes. I have never seen someone fuck a woman so rough. His skin was smacking her ass loud enough to hear it on tape. Before he came, he pushed her down to where her head and boobs were on the bed, and her ass was sticking straight out. He grabbed her roughly by the hips, and he came inside the condom inside my wife. He slumped over her back, and she crawled away kind of fast and knelt between his legs to retrieve the condom. She kissed his dick a few times, and he got up and started putting on his clothes. My wife was naked as they both left the room. I noticed she was walking a little funny, and now I understood why my wife’s vaginal area was so tender. This guy treated my wife like a white trash slut, and completely abused her pussy with his big dick. She came back after a couple of minutes and looked in to the camera and blew me a kiss. Then the tape shut off. That was a great cuckold night for me. That’s about as good as it gets!

PART I

Looking back, I was a sucker. I was duped. I was probably the butt end of a lot of jokes with a lot of talking behind my back. I was a total chump. In short, I was several times the victim of a cheating wife. I was cuckolded and I did not even know it. But, everybody else did.

I guess if I had to characterize myself back then, I would say I was a bit arrogant, confident, and ambitious. I married my wife at a relatively young age. I had a short list of sexual experiences up to that point. My wife, by her own ambition, stopped counting the notches on her bedpost. I knew she had a reputation, but I didn’t care. It was true love happily ever after. Happy, that is, until I caught her cheating with another man.

It’s almost cliche in the internet age. I caught her cheating when I was trying to retrieve an email I accidentally sent to the trash bin. I found my email, but then I stumbled upon a short email exchange with a man named Joe asking how my wife was doing without the benefit of much sleep. I would later discover Joe was a coworker and the manager of a different office. That question alone was odd, and I probably could have explained it away. It was her response that set off a bomb of adrenalin in my gut. She replied, and I quote, “Very tired and very sore! ” The little wink symbol at the end pretty much said it all.

I was gone on a business trip for four days (left Fri night and came back early Monday around lunch time). The date on the email was early Monday morning. I just about checked every last file on the computer and found absolutely nothing else incriminating. I forced myself not to call her at work. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my anger. Then, I started ransacking the apartment for evidence.

I found absolutely nothing. When I settled down, I got a little nauseous. I ended up puking airline peanuts and soda in the bathroom. Then I saw a bottle of perfume on the counter. I saw fingernail polish on the counter. It wasn’t messy, but it hadn’t been put away yet. I then got the idea to check the clothes hamper. In it I found a matching set of white lacy panties and bra. The panties were lacy in the back, and the bra was sheer lace around the cups. The bra smelled strongly of perfume and I thought I detected a faint cigarette smell. The panties on the other hand were definitely used and dirty. The crotch of the panties smelled of sex. It was stained around the vaginal area with a darker white discharge. Even though it was clearly obvious I was holding proof of her cheating, I put the panties to my face and breathed in the scent. I had to prove it to myself. It was definitely a mixture of sex, and I wasn’t a part of it.

Then, like a beaten man, I cried. It wasn’t a dignified cry either. It was a sobbing and agony cry. Clutching her stained panties, I doubled over on the bathroom floor and just cried. My wife of eight years, the mother of my children, was having sex with another man. I wasn’t there while they had sex, but I my mind sure was. I saw my my wife being ridden doggie style, on her back, on top. I saw her on her knees giving head to him. I saw him going down on her. I saw it all in the darkest places of my mind. Just the one smell of those filthy panties set me off on an emotional roller coaster.

Then, I got angry. I started scheming. I started planning. I wanted to destroy her life, her job, her everything. But, I couldn’t. We had kids. We had bills. It was a an impossible position. I put her used panties in a sealed plastic bag and hid them. Then I called her. She refused to talk at work. She said she would call me when she got off work, and then we would meet at a restaurant or in the mall to talk.

She got off work at 5pm, but she didn’t call me until around 6:30pm. I later found out she went to his apartment to see him in distress because of my discovery. They ended up talking and then having sex for about an hour. I felt like my body was going to tear apart from my skin during the wait. I can only imagine what I would have done had I know she was getting ‘consoled’ by him.

We met at a park. I thought for sure she would deny it. She didn’t. She just came right out and said she had been seeing him for a few weeks. I demanded to know exactly how long. She said she didn’t know the exact time and asked if it really mattered. I then wanted to know if they had slept together. She replied with what do you think? I said I needed to know and I didn’t want to play games. She said, “I spent the night at his apartment Saturday and Sunday night. What do you think?” I said I had to know. She asked if I needed her to draw me a picture. I said I wanted to hear it from her mouth. At this point she was irritated with me, and she looked at me with complete contempt. She said, “Ok. I sucked his dick. We fucked all night. Is that what you wanted to know? Is that what you needed to hear?”

I don’t think I have ever been hit in the stomach as hard as she did that day with words alone, and making matters worse, I asked for it. It was like an atomic bomb of adrenalin which made my breathing rapid and my heart rate sore. Still, I didn’t stop what she would later refer to as a ’sick 20 Questions” interrogation. I asked her if they used protection. She scoffed a quick, “No. He’s clean. He doesn’t have any diseases, and I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant (she got her tubes tied after our second kid).” I knew better than to question his STD status, so I moved on to the next question. Did he cum in your mouth? She asked, “You don’t really want to know, right? What difference does it make?” I didn’t have to respond. She looked at my expression and the she said, “Yes, he came in my mouth, and before you ask, I swallowed for him.”

This was another bomb in the pit of my abdomen. She only swallowed for me once, and then we mutually agreed (more her than me) that she didn’t have to swallow. Whenever she went down on me, I rarely got to cum in her mouth. If was mostly a precursor to sex. If she let me come in her mouth, it was off to the sink to spit and rinse. For him, she swallowed every time. Before I started to point this out to her, she said, “Don’t take it personally. I just really wanted to make it special for him. I wanted to be the one who gave him the best ever.” I then started in on the ’size’ question. At this point she refused to talk about how big, how many times, or where they had sex, or how long, or any other specifics. She said, “I know that once this is out, we can’t come back from this. I know you. Even if I wanted to, you can’t come back from this.” Then, she matter of factly said she was sorry. Her cell phone rang, and she got up and walked a little distance. Her expression changed from stern to cheerful. I knew who was on the other end of the line.

PART II

She didn’t even say bye. She walked toward her Jeep across the parking lot still on the cell phone. I parked at the opposite end, so I walked fast to my car in order to get home first. Despite hitting almost every traffic light, I made it home first. Funny thing, I didn’t have to race home to get there first since she wasn’t coming home. She spent the night at his apartment.

She didn’t answer her phone, and I try as I might I couldn’t get his last name from their work. It was perhaps the longest most agonizing night of my life. I knew where she was and what she was doing. She wasn’t upset at all about the day’s events. She was in la-la land. She thought nothing about me or even the kids who were staying at grandma’s for a few days. At around 2am, I got up and retrieved her stained white panties from behind the grand dresser. I closed my eyes and brought them to my face and smelled the betrayal. I was at my lowest, and yet I felt myself get aroused. I then pressed her sex stained panties against my face, reached into my boxers, and pleasured myself. You cannot imagine the confusion. My mind was twisted. After everything that went down, I pleasured myself with my cheating wife’s cum-stained panties pushed against my face. And, it didn’t take long. I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime after that humiliation.

At the time I had no idea of the kinds of humiliation in store for me. How could I have known? My arrogance prohibited me of ever considering that my wife might someday cheat on me. They both called in sick the next day. So, did I. She came with a police escort to remove two suitcases of clothes and toiletries. She changed from her clothes of two days into some shorts and flip flops, and in less than 15 minutes she was back in her Jeep.

The only things she left behind was a lump of dirty clothes next to the bedroom closet. She changed on the fly. I stared at those clothes for what seemed like forever. I got up and sure enough, her panties were still inside her dress slacks. I pulled them out of the pants, and immediately smelled the pungent odor of their sex. On top of that it was a hot day. and she likes her pants tight to conform to her body. These panties were stained far worse that the other panties. Either that or the contrast against the black panty material really highlighted the stains.

I sat on the foot of the bed with those stained panties in my hands staring straight ahead. The TV was on. I was too cried out to cry anymore. My head was pounding. With even less mental reservations than the first time, I pressed the damp crotch of those cum stained black panties to my face right on my nose. Any other time I would have been disgusted by that smell. This time it was different. In spite of the degradation and humiliation, I pleasured myself a couple of times.

Here I was with two pairs of my cheating wife’s sex stained panties in Zip-Loc bags by myself while my wife was living with her lover. While I was at work, she was at work in the same building as her boyfriend. I don’t know how I pulled myself through those couple of weeks. I did my best to not think about how things were going. I started working out, and I really focused on my kids.

Then, it happened. They officially broke up after 23 days. She had nowhere to go but back to our apartment. You’d think she would be humble and beg forgiveness. She came back defiant and nasty. She took out all of her relationship problems with Joe on me. By her choice she slept on the living room sofa. Sex of any kind was out of the question, and she never attempted to hide her phone calls to him. Talk about humiliation. She was leaving loving messages on his machine in front of me.

I don’t think they talked at work, and outside of once or twice, I don’t think he ever talked much to her on the home phone. Then one day I came home and she was arguing with him on the phone. When she saw me, she cut the call short, grabbed her keys, and took off without saying a word. I was pretty sure she was going to see him. After about a half an hour, I read his name on my caller ID. He was calling me. It made me wonder where she actually went. Curiosity got the better of me, so I answered the phone.

Joe told me who he was, and then had the audacity to say he broke things off with my wife out of respect to my kids and family. I mean, where was the respect when he was banging my wife for the past two or three months? He then said that my wife was parked outside his driveway and she refused to leave until she could talk to him. He made a comment about fatal attraction, said we was sorry, and said I needed to get her to leave.

I called her cell phone and told her of my conversation with Joe. She said a few choice words to me, and then hung up. A short while later she came home, and went straight to our bedroom and locked the door. We both went to work the next morning, and when I came home, I found out she quit her job. She finally wanted to talk.

She said she needed some time away to go and see her family back east. The next day, she took my pick up truck since it had lower mileage than her Jeep, and drove cross country. She called twice - once during a storm and the second time when she got to her mom’s house. I didn’t hear from her for almost two weeks. She called and said she was coming back.

When she got back, she was ready to straighten things out between us. She literally begged forgiveness. She was a wreck. She said she needed to devote her life to the kids and me. Funny thing happened. We changed roles. Suddenly, I was the one in control and demanding. She was crying and said she had nowhere to go, and didn’t want her kids to think bad of her. I sat on the couch, and she walked toward me in tears and in the most sincere voice said she was sorry and would do everything in her power to make things better if I would take her back. She got on her knees between my legs and rested her head on my lap. I couldn’t help it. It had been so long. I got hard.

She felt it, and then looked up at me for a second. She pulled my shorts down and gave me the best oral sex of my life. When she was done, she got up and went to the kitchen sink and spit. She swallowed every time for him when she was a cheating wife, yet even when she was desperate to get back together with me, she still spit. It was awkward for the rest of the day, and when we finally went to bed it got intense. I started asking all of the questions that before she refused to answer.

The first thing I asked her was how big was he? I mean, even though I realized it had nothing to do with the severity of the situation, and even though I knew no answer was really going to make me feel better, I wanted to know. She was uncomfortable with the question, but she quickly said, “About the same as you.” That answer didn’t work for me. I told her I needed her to be brutally honest with me if she really wanted to work things out. She asked why did I have to ask questions like that, and did I realize none of that mattered. I said I needed her to come clean and I needed closure. She made me turn off the lights and she sat up in the bed. My heart was pounding. My voice was getting raspy.

She said, “He is a little bigger than you, and a lot thicker.” I asked how much bigger. I could feel her discomfort, but I wasn’t going to cut her any slack. She said, “I don’t know. A little.” I started to get irritated, and she could sense it. She then said, “Let me show you.” She reached into my pants, and grabbed hold of my penis. I can’t explain it and I didn’t even think about it at the time, but I was rock hard, and there was a big wet spot at the front of my boxers. She gripped the upper shaft and said, “About this much from here (which was like about an inch).” She wrapped her fingers around my girth and then said, “My fingers are right about here when I am holding him (which her fingers touched her thumb when she held me, and was separated by about another inch of space when she held him).” Without my asking, she then commented, “I think he’s a little bigger because of he’s not circumsized. He has a lot more skin there than you do. The only thing I felt different when he was in me was his thickness. He was fatter down there than you.” I could hardly breathe. My mind was instantly painting an image of my wife doing things to his uncut dick, and him using his engorged fleshy dick on my wife. The thought of another man’s ugly uncut cock inside my wife was killing me.

My wife then took off her pj’s and climbed on top of me. I was done in maybe 15 seconds. It was that fast. She got up and went to use the bathroom and clean up. She came back, and before I could launch into more questions, she asked, “Can I suck you?” She went down on me even though I hadn’t cleaned myself off first. This was a first. After about a minute she looked up and asked, “Do you want me to swallow? Do you want that?” Pride is a bitch, because I told her it didn’t really matter. So, she didn’t swallow. She pulled me out of her mouth when I got close, and finished me off into her hands. She grabbed a towel and then washed her hands, and said she needed to get to bed. It was like that for almost a month. I kept asking her questions about their sexual encounters. She would tell me the stories and descriptions. Hearing my wife detail her infidelity in graphic terms is exactly what I asked for, but the other side of my mind kept asking why did I need the details? There’s no way this could help our marriage. I almost needed the humiliation of hearing what she did with him like a drug. That is, I needed that until Joe started calling my wife again.

PART III

Just when you think things are beginning to sort themselves out, your wife’s boyfriend whom she once cheated with decides he still has feelings for her. And just like that, she went back to him. Only this time, it wasn’t behind my back. It was in my face - both figuratively and literally as I would later learn.

The second time around, she did things a lot different. She decided things went wrong between them because she had moved in too soon. So, while she practically went to his place every day, she came home to sleep on most nights with the exception of a weekend night or two. My wife just about cut me off from sex completely. If I bitched enough and she didn’t just get up and leave, she would give me a handjob. Her heart was never in it, and she didn’t hide her contempt and disgust when she did it.

She was giving her best to someone else, and I just rolled over and took it. I don’t know why I didn’t put up much of a fight. I lost my pride and dignity when it came to my wife. It was a mixture of love and complete hated at the same time. I kept telling myself I was being a man by staying at her side, even when that meant she was sleeping with another man. I got used to the humiliation to the point where it became second nature to me. I didn’t exactly crave humiliation, but I had no problem accepting things as they were.

Then about a month into our strange arrangement, I pushed to hard. My wife came home after midnight on a Friday night. It was late enough to where I figured she was going to stay the night at his house, so I was already in bed. I could tell by her look that she was pissed about something he did. She was wearing a short skirt and a revealing blouse with black stripper heels. She looked good in a trashy kind of way, which sounds funny because this was my wife. She kicked off her heels, dropped her skirt, and put on one of my old t-shirts. She still hadn’t said a word to me. She brushed her teeth, set the alarm, and then jumped into bed.

She smelled terrific and her smooth legs brushed against mine as she adjusted the blankets. I was already hard even before she took off her skirt in front of me. So, I did the penis nudge to her back. She scooted away from me slightly. We were both wide awake, and the tension was overwhelming. I did it again, and this time she snapped at me, “I don’t need to deal with this bullshit. Can we just go to sleep?” I felt like a kid in school that just got yelled at by the teacher. Her words stung. I debated slipping into the bathroom to pleasure myself. But, she smelled so good and her skin was so warm. I waited for what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, and I could tell she was still awake. I asked her trying to be funny, “I suppose a blow job is out of the question.” I asked it in an almost submissive, semi-humorous way.

She let out a sigh and then said, “Fine. You want a blowjob? Fine. Take your shorts off.” I was stunned, but I did not waste anytime shucking my boxers off. She wriggled out of her panties but kept her t-shirt on. I still wasn’t sure she was for real up until she put her hands on me. She wiped off my oozing pre-cum with her thumb and then put her mouth on me and said something kind of muffled. I thought I would explode right there. Then she twisted her body around on top of me and lowered herself into the 69 position. She planted her labia right on my mouth and I jabbed my tongue right up in her and started licking her all over. For a brief moment I was in pure heaven until she grinded her hips into my face and I felt the damp, matted pubic hair around her vagina. I instantly knew that she had sex that night with Jim, and I was licking the remnants of his DNA everytime my wife pressed her matted pubic hair with his cum and her sex over my face. I was at once repulsed and turned on. When I tried to shrug her off, she realized my discovery and she started stroking me harder while squeezing her thighs tightly around my head.

Even though the blowjob switched to a handjob, it was really feeling good. So, I got over my urge to wretch, tried to imagine his sperm wasn’t there, and did my best to please my wife. I came rather quickly. She aimed the cum to shoot over my abdomen. She sat up a little and didn’t make any effort to let me go from between her soiled legs. She didn’t orgasm, but she pretty much wiped her sloppy seconds pussy all over my face. When she was done, she said something about it being disgusting and my needing help. I laid there stunned at myself for orally cleaning up my wife’s vagina after she had sex with another guy. Then, I found myself wishing I could do it again. That was my cuckold wake-up call.

CONCLUSION

I had come full circle from being an arrogant, proud man to being transformed in to a humiliated, powerless cuckold. My wife was having unprotected sex with another man on a very regular basis. My only release came from my own hand. Even though we slept on the same bed, she had nothing to do with me sexually. Still I pressed on just hoping things would get better.

About 5-6 months into our strange relationship, my wife actually decided to have a small birthday party for me. I was surprised. I never made a big deal about birthdays. It was always her that enjoyed birthdays. So, I assumed this one would come and pass without any fanfare. She actually got me a cake and a small present. Before we celebrated my birthday she said she had to duck out for an hour or so. That was code for she needed to see Joe, her boyfriend. I was used to her leaving to see him, but for some reason I was a little disappointed that she would leave after she made such a big deal about my birthday.

True to her word she came back in less than a couple of hours. Her hair was a little messy, so I knew they had sex during those two hours. She brought back Chinese takeout, and we ended up having a nice dinner together. We ate a couple of small pieces of cake, and then we went into the living room to open up my present.

The present was in a small box that fit in the palm of my hand. She told me that I was really going to love this present, and she actually smiled at me for the first time in ages. I opened up the present, and there inside was a single condom. I looked up at her, and she smiled again and started upstairs to the bedroom. I was behind her in a flash.

When she got on the bed I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Either she left them at her boyfriend’s earlier that day, or she never wore them when she went to sleep with him. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. I already had the condom on, and was positioning myself to take her missionary style. She motioned for me to kiss, but as started to lean forward, she directed my head in between her legs. She wanted oral pleasures first.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and if the smell of sex wasn’t obvious enough, her pussy was red and puffy from a lot of rough sex with Joe and his dried semen was all over her vagina. I took a deep breath of air and then went down on her. The taste was more vile than the last time. It was like tasting a bowlful of salty acidic liquid. I dry-heaved a couple of times, but I managed to maintain my composure. I gave her the best oral sex I knew how. She orgasmed twice, and then almost yelled at me to stop because it was getting too sensitive.

She sat up at the edge of the bed and moved me to where I was standing up on the floor next to the bed. I must have looked like a complete loser, because I was rock hard with the condom still on. She giggled at the sight of it and then reached for it. I thought she was going to blow me right there. She said something about being prepared and then stroked it while she leaned back on the bed and opened up her legs. Before her back even hit the bed, those few stokes made me shoot my load into the condom. She almost gasped, and then started laughing. I kind of laughed, even though it was so humiliating. She reached into the dresser drawers and put on some fresh panties, and then the reality hit me. I wasn’t going to get a second chance, and I knew better than to ask.

The next weekend we had a dinner guest. It was Joe. I don’t know who was more freaked out. Me or Joe? There was so much tension that I just wanted to leave. But, I didn’t. Instead, I helped my wife prepare dinner for her boyfriend. We sat at the table and conversation was beyond strained. After dinner, my wife advised me they would be going upstairs and did not wished to be disturbed. That was too much for me, and I pulled her into the kitchen and told her she was going to far. Then she slapped me across my eye and nose without any warning. The sound alone was shocking, and my nose started bleeding lightly. My left eye was watering. I grabbed her by the arms, and then Joe walked in and asked if there was a problem. My wife said, “Yeah. This asshole needs to see how a real man treats a woman.” With that she suggested we all go upstairs.

I thought maybe a threesome? It seemed very promising, so I went with them upstairs. She had me stand by the side of the bed and said to just watch and learn. I was instantly rock hard. They made out, groped, kissed, and took each others clothes off. Except, he wasn’t hard like I was. She kept rubbing his dick and balls with her hands which had to have been an awesome massage. Still nothing. She went down on him and licked his balls while stroking his shaft. She then started sucking his dick for a couple of minutes. He was still a limp noodle, and I was laughing inside. He had his eyes closed and he looked like he was trying too hard to get an erection. She moved up to his face and started kissing him again. He whispered something to her, and she nodded. She came up to me and said I was making him nervous. I could not resist making a comment about his ‘manhood’. Without warning, she kneed me right in the crotch while I was still hard. I literally had to crawl out of the bedroom, and then she slammed and locked the door.

As I lay by the door, I heard them going at it. Joe apparently had a much easier time getting hard, and proceeded to bang the daylights out of my wife. I heard her grunting, moaning, yelling, and begging for him to do it harder. I heard the headboard slam against the wall. I heard him tell her he was cumming. After a few minutes, they started again. I counted three times they had sex. I had my hand in my shorts, but I didn’t dare make myself cum. Then the bedroom door opened, and my wife looked down on me on the floor with my hands in my pants. “Come inside and lay down on the bed.”

I did as I was told. She stood over me face, and then squatted down a few inches over my face. I had the most perfect view of her swollen, puffy labia. My dick was standing straight up and a small puddle was forming through my pants. Then I saw her doing kegel like motions with her vagina. I had no time to react when the first drops of cum dripped on to my nose and the corner of my eye. I went to turn away, and she barked, “Don’t you dare move. You are going to clean up after a real man.” I saw Joe standing naked in the bathroom looking at the scene through the mirror. He had a slight grin on his face.

“Open you mouth.” I didn’t. She slapped me again on the ear making my inner ear pop. “Open your fucking mouth.” This time I did, and she pushed out a gob of cum into my mouth. I gagged and pushed it out of the sides of my mouth. She used her fingers and smeared it off the side of my face and back into my mouth. I tried to hold it under my tongue, but the taste was so sour. I decided to just swallow it and be done with it. After I did it, I had a few tears streaming down my face. I thought she might have felt sorry for me, but instead she thrust her pussy in my face and made me clean her up entirely. She said, “This isn’t for my pleasure or your pleasure. I just need you to clean up so he can fuck me again.” So, I did.

She pushed me away from her and made me go outside the door. Joe called me back in and told me to lie at the floor of the bed. Then he proceeded to hammer my wife doggie style. He lasted around 5 minutes or so. From licking her clean, I knew her pussy was already inflamed and red. He was handling her very rough. He didn’t warn my wife that he was cumming. He just grunted and I could hear his humping get slower but more violent. His skin was slapping her ass with each thrust. He groaned and dumped another load into her womb.

Again she made me lie on the bed with my mouth open. This time I didn’t fight it. She forced three or four spoonfuls of fresh hot cum out this time. I ate his sperm knowing full well just seconds ago he had ejaculated deep into my wife. And this time, even though it was so much more cum, it was actually getting easier. When I licked her clean, I actually stuck my tongue in deeper to clean more of his cum out of her. It was still disgusting, buy my sexuality was getting more and more twisted to where I was slowly accepting this. When she was done having me clean her, she grabbed the panties she had worn before Joe came to visit, and cleaned around and in her pussy. She threw them at me, and told me to basically get lost. I went straight to the downstairs bathroom and pleasured myself to her panties.

I didn’t realize he was spending the night until around three or four hours later when she came downstairs to get them drinks. She asked me to pour a couple of drinks, and she was actually being civil with me. I woke up around 6:30 am with my wife kissing Joe goodbye, She closed the door and sat down next to me on the sofa. She said thank you. I looked at her bewildered. I didn’t understand, and she didn’t explain. All I knew was that she was going to continue ‘dating’ Joe, and I was going to continue eating my wife’s creampies from other men. And, I was OK with that. That is how I became a full blown cuckold.

Unsuspecting Cuckold Story Afterword

A couple months later, and we are still going strong. We are probably more close as a couple now that I am accepting of my cuckold situation. We eat dinners together, we pay the bills together, we exercise together, and pretty much everything else a normal couple does … except for the when it comes to bedroom and her boyfriends. And, I did say boyfriends in the plural.

She dumped Joe for the last time after she got promoted and transferred to a new department. Her new division is less than a mile away, but I guess that was a mile too much for them. She started seeing another coworker named Casey. He doesn’t really know the extent to which I am cuckolded, and he is definitely freaked out that my wife is cheating on me with my knowledge. I haven’t seen him in person, but I’ve already cleaned out his DNA that he deposited inside my wife on more than one occasion. It’s like, I don’t know you, but I have tasted the sex between you and my wife, and I know the scent between you and my wife.

My wife eventually talked Casey into coming into our bedroom. Unfortunately, he demanded I not be anywhere near the house. So, at 10:30pm, I was sent away from my house. I passed his car about a block from my house as he was heading in to hook up with my wife. I went to a Denny’s and ordered a light breakfast, and took my time eating at the counter. It was almost to the point where I couldn’t ask for another cup of coffee when my wife called and said it was ok to come home. Her voice on the other end of the phone got me hard instantly. I paid for the meal, and drove straight home.

My wife was already in the bed reading a magazine. When she saw me, she dropped the magazine and she had a big grin. She motioned for me to come to the bed. I did, and she moved the blankets aside and spread her legs. I knew the routine. I went down on her and started orally cleaning her between her legs. The musky smell was nauseating and arousing at the same time. His cum mixed with her juices was bitter and tart. It made me gag a couple of times, and I don’t think I ever got used to his fluids inside my wife. My oral pleasuring was stopped with a hard slap to the temple. My wife said, “Don’t nibble. It’s a little sore down there.” My ear was ringing, and my left eye started watering a little. I stopped nibbling, and gently started licking her red, swollen labia. She said, “He’s got a big dick,” which sent a surge of adrenal through me just imagining a large dick inside my wife.
After several minutes, she nudged my head away from her vagina. I was getting ready to head to the bathroom to pleasure myself, when she said she had a little surprise for me. She reached over the nightstand and grabbed an unwrapped condom. She was careful not to tip it, and then I was shocked when I realized it was a freshly used condom and was about a quarter of the way full of his cum. I instantly thought she was going to make me drink his cum out of the condom. She saw this, and she laughed lightly. She said, “I feel like fucking some more except I am out of condoms, and I don’t want your cum inside me. If you want, you can use this condom, but don’t empty it. Just use it like it is.” She was looking at my eyes and gauging my reaction.
Of course I put the used condom on. I felt his cold, slimy semen coat my entire penis. It was a nasty feeling, but I was staring between my wife’s legs the entire time. For the first time in months, I was going to have intercourse with my wife. I got ready to mount her missionary style, and she stopped me and said she wanted to be on top. I flipped over on my back, and she lowered her pussy onto my wet condomed dick. Just knowing his sperm was already inside her from earlier in the night and feeling his cum squishing around my dick inside the condom was driving me crazy. All that lube caused my penis to glide right in. It went in so easily it was almost embarrassing. I could hardly feel her vagina around me, but that was actually a good thing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds.
She was riding me pretty rough, and coupled with her juices and the condom leaking out of the edges, my pubic area was flooded. After a couple of minutes, I lost it. It was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I loved my wife. I loved her for giving me sex. She was still riding me when I told her I already came. She hadn’t noticed. She stopped and looked down between her legs at my shrinking erection and wrinkled condom. She got up and went to the bathroom. I couldn’t move, it was that intense. After brushing her teeth, she jumped into bed and rolled over to go to sleep. After a couple of minutes of quiet, she said, “There’s a tape in my panty drawer. It’s of Casey and me today. I made it for you.” That was her way of telling me she loved me, and I couldn’t have loved her more if I tried. I excused myself, retrieved the tape, and went downstairs to ‘entertain’ myself for a little while. I popped the tape in.
Casey was a skinny white guy. After a few minutes of groping and kissing on the bed, my wife moved down to the tent in his boxers. She pulled his boxers down with her teeth. Out sprang a monstrous dick way too big for that skinny frame of Casey’s. My wife gripped it with both of her hands and put her mouth around the thick head of his penis. She had her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. She started stroking him with both hands and you could see by her cheeks going inward that she was sucking his head hard. He literally didn’t last a minute. His huge balls tightened up, and the veins in his dick got huge. He groaned, and you could see him shooting repetitive loads into my wife’s mouth. Each spasm signaled another blast of cum. My wife kept her mouth wrapped around his dick the entire time. Then she opened her eyes and looked right into the camera. She still had his big dick in her mouth. She made a motion with her eyes like can you believe how big this is? I saw her swallow his cum down in two distinct gulps. When she took her mouth off of him, she had some sperm dripping down the side of her mouth. She smiled at the camera and gave me a little wink as she flashed the condom.
Before she could do anything with the condom, Casey got my wife on her back on the bed. I saw her legs over his shoulders and her little hand grasp his dick and guide it inside her. He was very gentle in getting his penis inside her. She kept squeezing his forearms as he entered her. You could tell he knew his size required him to take it slow at first until he was completely inside her. His first three or four strokes were slow. Her inner labia formed a perfect seal around his penis. Each time he retracted, her labia pulled a little outwards. After the first few delicate strokes, he started pounding her. She put her hands on his chest to try and hold him back, but he was too strong, and his dick was too big. He slammed into her until she quit trying to fight him off. Her arms went slack around his lower back and a couple of times she held her own legs apart. When he came, he did one final jab inside her that made her literally yelp. Then he held his dick inside her and you could see his balls and ass quivering as he inseminated my wife with his DNA. When he rolled over, the cum came streaming out of my wife’s vagina. That’s probably where the soreness came from. He conquered my wife with his barbarian dick, and even after the pain, she liked it.
They talked for a few minutes while he caressed her cheek. She had her hands between his legs and was rubbing his enormous testicles. In less than a couple of minutes his dick was back at attention. She got on her knees and leaned over him and starting blowing him again. Only this time, she had plans. After a few strokes with her mouth, she rolled the condom over his dick. It went down around his manhood about two thirds of the way down. They talked for a sec, and she must have explained something to him about the condom.

He nodded, and then she got on her hands and knees, and he took my wife doggie style. She was moaning and bucking wildly after a couple of minutes. I have never seen someone fuck a woman so rough. His skin was smacking her ass loud enough to hear it on tape. Before he came, he pushed her down to where her head and boobs were on the bed, and her ass was sticking straight out. He grabbed her roughly by the hips, and he came inside the condom inside my wife. He slumped over her back, and she crawled away kind of fast and knelt between his legs to retrieve the condom. She kissed his dick a few times, and he got up and started putting on his clothes. My wife was naked as they both left the room. I noticed she was walking a little funny, and now I understood why my wife’s vaginal area was so tender. This guy treated my wife like a white trash slut, and completely abused her pussy with his big dick. She came back after a couple of minutes and looked in to the camera and blew me a kiss. Then the tape shut off. That was a great cuckold night for me. That’s about as good as it gets!

I had come full circle from being an arrogant, proud man to being transformed in to a humiliated, powerless cuckold. My wife was having unprotected sex with another man on a very regular basis. My only release came from my own hand. Even though we slept on the same bed, she had nothing to do with me sexually. Still I pressed on just hoping things would get better.

About 5-6 months into our strange relationship, my wife actually decided to have a small birthday party for me. I was surprised. I never made a big deal about birthdays. It was always her that enjoyed birthdays. So, I assumed this one would come and pass without any fanfare. She actually got me a cake and a small present. Before we celebrated my birthday she said she had to duck out for an hour or so. That was code for she needed to see Joe, her boyfriend. I was used to her leaving to see him, but for some reason I was a little disappointed that she would leave after she made such a big deal about my birthday.

True to her word she came back in less than a couple of hours. Her hair was a little messy, so I knew they had sex during those two hours. She brought back Chinese takeout, and we ended up having a nice dinner together. We ate a couple of small pieces of cake, and then we went into the living room to open up my present.

The present was in a small box that fit in the palm of my hand. She told me that I was really going to love this present, and she actually smiled at me for the first time in ages. I opened up the present, and there inside was a single condom. I looked up at her, and she smiled again and started upstairs to the bedroom. I was behind her in a flash.

When she got on the bed I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Either she left them at her boyfriend’s earlier that day, or she never wore them when she went to sleep with him. She hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. I already had the condom on, and was positioning myself to take her missionary style. She motioned for me to kiss, but as started to lean forward, she directed my head in between her legs. She wanted oral pleasures first.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and if the smell of sex wasn’t obvious enough, her pussy was red and puffy from a lot of rough sex with Joe and his dried semen was all over her vagina. I took a deep breath of air and then went down on her. The taste was more vile than the last time. It was like tasting a bowlful of salty acidic liquid. I dry-heaved a couple of times, but I managed to maintain my composure. I gave her the best oral sex I knew how. She orgasmed twice, and then almost yelled at me to stop because it was getting too sensitive.

She sat up at the edge of the bed and moved me to where I was standing up on the floor next to the bed. I must have looked like a complete loser, because I was rock hard with the condom still on. She giggled at the sight of it and then reached for it. I thought she was going to blow me right there. She said somethin