I Am A Cuckold

I caught my wife cheating with a coworker. I found out by a single email left in the ‘trash bin’ on our computer. Even so the email was sort of cryptic. He asked her if she was tired from the night before and how she managed to go to work with almost no sleep. I was out of town when it happened. When I got home from the road trip it was around 3 am. I crawled into bed and the first thing that I noticed was how good her perfume smelled. Her legs were silky smooth, which was nice since she sometimes goes several days in between shaving. I didn’t want to wake her, but after the road trip and the way she felt, I was a little on the horny side. So I did the nudge and the told her I was home. I sensed she was awake, but she was kind of feigning tiredness. Little did I know that she had been with another man only a few hours earlier.

I was persistent, so she gave in and eventually started asking me how the trip was. After a few minutes of small talk, I started to initiate sex. She didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it, but I figured it being 4 in the morning might have something to do with that. As I was working her panties down, she stopped me and the pulled my boxers down and gave me probably the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. It was totally unexpected. I lay on the bed for a few minutes, and then I was ready to go again. I started in on her panties so I could return the favor and go down on her. I rubbed my face on her panties and started to pull them down biting at the crotch of the panties with my teeth. She sat up like a rocket, and then started to give me another insane bj. Normally she did bj’s maybe once a week or whenever something good happened. Two in one night was really special.

We laid there together just talking about random stuff, and she turned her back to me which meant we would spoon for a few minutes, and then I would roll over and we would go to sleep. But I was still hard and I was focused on having sex. So, I rolled her over on her back and worked her panties down. As I got them down near her ankles, she did a quick flip doggy style, put her chest on the mattress, and stuck her white ass straight up in the air. It slipped in quite easily as I recall – looking back it’s obvious why. I thought she was just turned on because she seemed a little extra horny to give me two bjs. Even being as wet as she was it still felt good and I don’t think I lasted more than two minutes.

She pulled her panties up. I put my boxers on and we crashed.

The next morning I found the email. I didn’t put it together until a few days later that she had been with someone else on the same night. I never allowed it to cross my mind. I didn’t even consider it was possible.

World War 3 broke out, and we fought for 2 weeks straight maybe longer. Eventually we got past the broken dishes, busted up drywall, and the anger and resentment. Well I wasn’t totally past the resentment, but I dealt with it. During those two weeks she kept seeing him. They would hook up at his place 3 or 4 times a week. A few nights she didn’t bother coming home. She would wear the same clothes to work 2 days in a row.

After we started talking again, she told me to take things as they were or get a divorce. She wouldn’t contest it or ask for anything. She was really lucid about the whole thing. So, I took things as they were.

During that time she never gave me sex, not once. If I bitched enough, she would give me a bj or more often than not she would get some lotion and jack me off. It was humiliating, and I tried not to want sex from her, but the whole situation being so out of control just made me want to have sex with her more than ever. You want what you can’t have I suppose.

She stopped trying to hide when she was going to see him. She’d take a long shower, do her nails if they weren’t already done, dress up in sexy underwear, lipstick, makeup, the whole nine yards. That’s another thing I should have noticed, all of the new underwear she was getting. There were a few panties and thongs I know she would never buy because she was self-conscious about it. All it took was him buying them for her to wear them. It was surreal watching her slip into skimpy black panties and matching bra knowing someone else paid for them, knowing where she was going, and knowing what she was going to do when she got there.

Each night she would come home always chewing on bubblegum to mask what I call sex breath. After a few times, she stopped taking a shower right away. I would lie on the bed next to her thinking she is sleeping beside me with this guy’s DNA all over her panties and inside of her. What’s weird is I would have this massive hard on.

I don’t know how she worked things out in her head, but over time we got more comfortable with each other. We started having sex again. Before she started sleeping with someone else, we had sex maybe two or three times a week. After the affair came out in the open, it was once or twice every month. I don’t like to think of it as mercy fucking, but when you get right down to it that’s exactly what it was. She was still sleeping with him on a regular basis.

Everything finally blew up when she got pregnant a couple of months later. She was a total wreck. She ended up quitting her job, because she would have otherwise been fired for missing too many days. We talked a lot, and I know she talked with him about it too. She was depressed. He told her she should to abort the baby, and they would try again later when they were stable and she got a divorce. I said she could do whatever she needed to do.

They broke officially broke up because of this. The day she broke up with him she went to see him, and even in her emotional state they had sex. I know this because when she came home she raced to the shower, and she came home without her panties. She would later say she has never felt as used as that day. She ended up having an abortion. I suspected she was going to do this, but she never came right out and let me know. She was out of work, depressed about the abortion, and mourning the breakup. She hit rock bottom. I can’t say I had a lot of sympathy for her. I did what I could to help her. She isolated herself from everything & everybody for a long time. Eventually we started getting closer together.

I hate to admit it, but her having an affair helped our relationship. I wouldn’t want to go through that ordeal again, and I don’t think it would work out for a majority of couples. It worked for us, or better yet, we made it work for us.

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