I Am A Cuckold

I came home from night school late one Friday night to my wife telling me she needed to talk. We had been married two years and been together for three years before that. I had recently gone down to working part time so I could attend night school full-time. We planned this together. It put a strain on our finances, but not to the point where we lost anything. We were making ends meet, and we were making our future lives better, or so I thought.
She calmly told me that things weren’t working out. I was either at work or at school or doing something school related, and I didn’t help out as much as I used to. I was the first to admit this was true, but it was a choice WE made. She slipped off her wedding band and told me we needed to get divorced. She said too much had been said and done, and that I would never accept or understand. I was completely dumbfounded. I didn’t have the slightest idea what she was talking about. I even asked her a couple of times if she was serious. I asked her why there was no warning. Why couldn’t we still work things out? To be honest, even though she seemed serious, she wasn’t crying, and I didn’t take her seriously enough to think we would get divorced.
Then she brought out the ammunition. Her ex-boyfriend, whom I had never met, wanted her back. Even though he was married, he looked her up and they got back in touch. I asked if they had ever done anything. She said no they hadn’t, but they both decided to end their marriages and get back together. I told her to hang onto her ring, and we would talk about it when we both calmed down. She said fine, but her mind was already made up.
The next day instead of going to class, I got a telephone micro-recorder from a spy store. It was $125 well spent, because within one day I had the evidence that they were sleeping together at his house with our child along for the ride. Armed with this evidence, I confronted her. She became very hostile. She admitted she had been sleeping with him, and it was none of my business. She said our marriage was over anyway, and there would be no coming back. She handed me her ring. I took at and then threw it towards her intentionally missing her. Big mistake. She called the police. Even though the house was in my name, they made me leave. Even though I bought the car, because it was in her name and I was the co-signer, she kept the car. I was literally on the streets.
I missed too much work, so they let me go. They said whenever I get things back together, they would hire me no questions asked. They did exactly that a year later. I moved back in with my parents, which was about as humiliating as it could get.
She served me with papers, and basically I found out I had little to no rights. The fact I had her and her lover on tape admitting their affair meant zero. Absolutely nothing. The court didn’t care if she carted our child around during their affair. They took her side 100%.
It turns out she was having just as hard a time as I was. Our child missed me, and could not understand why I wasn’t around anymore. That was probably the only reason that brought us back together to work things out. She also couldn’t get reliable babysitting. She couldn’t afford a daycare center, and her work was getting less sympathetic with her situation. Plus, her ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t quite ready to pull the trigger on his relationship. He was perfectly content having his wife in the dark and my wife on the side kneeling before him on her knees.

We worked things out to where I moved back into the house with her. We were husband and wife in almost every sense of the word except for the bedroom. That’s where it got twisted. She refused to give up on Joe. No matter how bad he treated her or how many empty promises he gave my wife, she was stuck on him more that ever. We didn’t have sex anymore. We’d tuck our kid in bed. She would kiss me goodnight, and then I would head downstairs to the sofa.
On the days she would go to see him, I would pick out her panties or lingerie for her and help her get ready for him. I’d do her nails sometimes. I’d iron her clothes if she needed it. I really didn’t mind, because I was used to the way things were, and I was content having a place to live with my child under the same roof. She didn’t abuse it too much either. If she sensed I was uncomfortable with anything she would be careful not to do those things.
When she got back late at night or early the next morning before our child woke up, I would be at the door to let her in. I’m a light sleeper, and the downstairs living room is relatively close to the front door. Plus, I could hear the garage door opening. She would tell me she had fun and she was tired. A couple of times, she would call me because she was too drunk to drive back home. The drive picking her up wasn’t so bad. She was usually waiting at the curb. The drive to pick up her car during the day was the most embarrassing. I don’t really know why, but it humiliated the hell out of me to have to drive my wife to her boyfriend’s house to get her car back.
This went on for a long time. It was a part of life, and felt almost like it was normal. Then one day she told me that her boyfriend didn’t want to keep risking meeting at his house. She had “accidentally” misplaced a pair of her black panties at his house. Luckily for him, he found them and not his wife. So, they decided since I already knew about them and was somewhat comfortable with things, they would move their meetings to my house.
This was a whole new exercise in shame. Not only would I help my wife get ready for her lover, I would be at the same place where she was sleeping with him. I even would be the one to open the front door to let him in. This was some real Jerry Springer stuff! Most of the time he wouldn’t even say hi to me. He sometimes would nod to me, but most of the time he wouldn’t bother acknowledging me. He would just march upstairs to my waiting wife. I wouldn’t dare walk upstairs. I don’t know why because they were always too busy to check on me, or they just didn’t care. I did hook up a baby monitor to their room.
She was on birth control, so I know they weren’t using condoms. That and the fact that I usually washed her sheets, and there was always sex stains on the sheets also gave me a clue. One night they found the baby monitor. I didn’t realize it until she was downstairs, and she could hear him talking directly into the monitor. They were pissed. They said I had no right, and they felt like I was invading their privacy.
She was getting ready to call the police when he suggested I sleep outside. I was floored. I didn’t think the baby monitor was illegal, but I already knew how the police dealt with me last time, so I went outside without a fight. I sat on the porch in my boxers and t-shirt for about an hour, when my wife told me I could come back inside. They say me down in the living room and told me to sit there.
Joe then called my wife over to him and she knelt before him. We were both sitting on the same part of the sectional. She started nuzzling his boxers, and then she slowly worked them down to his ankles. Now I used to think I was good sized as my wife used to say, but this guy was at least two inches bigger and really thick. It was kind of gross how bulgy and thick it was. My wife put her mouth on it, and he quickly told her no. He told her to rub her ass on it. So my wife got up and bent over his dick and started to drop her panties. He stopped her again and told her to leave her panties on. So she hiked up her miniskirt and rubbed her butt through her panties all over his dick. He looked over at me a couple of times, and she never looked at me.
Then the nastiness started. He told my wife to look at my boxers. Sure enough I had an erection. She looked at me and kind of rolled her eyes and kept on grinding her panties into his dick. Then he told me to get up and walk in front of my wife. He had me kneel down in front of her between her legs. I was thinking maybe I would get to touch my wife or do something sexual with her. Maybe they wanted to do a threesome thing with me. So, I figured I would keep going along with things.
He asked me to slowly take off her panties, and to not touch her anywhere while I was doing it. I reach up and put both of my hands on the sides of her panties. Her skin was so smooth and soft just like I remembered it. I let my hands brush her skin and I put my face as close to her pussy as I could without making it too obvious. I was breathing it all in, and I was in heaven for a few seconds. She lifted up her feet, and I slid her panties completely off.
Then he guided her hips down to his crotch, and she held his dick and gently slid it inside of her. I was kneeling down just watching. She bent over and glanced at me a couple of times, but otherwise did her best not to make eye contact with me. She still had her dress on and her wedding ring too. Then he stood up and pushed her down doggie style on the couch. She arched her ass up to him, and reached under between her legs and took his dick and guided it in again. This time he just banged her roughly. From a rear view I could see her pussy stretched wide around his dick and forming a kind of seal around his dick. He just kept pounded her harder and harder and she grunted with each thrust.
Then he came. He didn’t try to warn her, and she didn’t seem to mind. He got up and sat beside her on the couch. She was still kneeling on the floor with her boobs on the couch next to him. She leaned over to his crotch and started lightly licking and sucking his spent dick. He just sat there breathing heavy catching his breath. I was still behind her, and I could see her pussy a little red and swollen and definitely wet. I could smell the sex. Then his cum started dripping out of her pussy. It was definitely sperm, because it dripped then kind of stretched to a long gooey string before it slipped off to the floor. Without looking back she told me to get a towel to clean up the mess.
It was embarrassing to get up with a boner, but I did. I got a dirty towel from the hamper and started to clean the floor. She was sitting on the couch now and rested her head on his crotch. Then Joe said I needed to clean her pussy. I looked up at him, and he told me to lick her clean. I don’t know what I was going to say, but she told him no she didn’t want me there. They ended up having me get a wet napkin and lightly clean her pussy and around her pussy. It was pinkish red and very swollen. They must have been having very regular sex. My wife and I usually only had sex one a week.
My wife then said I needed to use the wet napkin on Joe’s dick. He told me something like if this faggot even comes near my dick I am going to kill him. She laughed and said Joe didn’t need a dick cleaner, because she was his personal dick cleaner. He nudged her head down, and she started to suck his dick. I watched as Joe leaned back and my wife gave him the most amazing blow job. I thought every blow job she gave him couldn’t have been that good. He groaned rather quickly and emptied himself in her mouth. She paused with his dick still in her mouth, and slowly took his cock out. She looked right into my eyes, and opened her mouth to show me his load of cum. She let a little drip out the side of mouth and on her chin. Then she swallowed it.
She asked for the napkin for the cum dribble on her chin, and I handed her the napkin. She didn’t take it, and then I realized she wanted me to wipe it off. So I did. At this time Joe noticed a huge precum wetness on my boxers. It was embarrassing, but I had been turned on for so long without any type of release. He threw me a condom and told me I could have sex with my wife as long as I keep the condom on. I put it on, and then she said no she wouldn’t have sex with me especially not in front of Joe. How humiliating. Joe argued my case, and said give the poor guy a break.
She wouldn’t even give me a handjob. She finally compromised and said I could lick her ass or her feet while I jerked off. I wasn’t too thrilled about either. I just sat there with a condom around my hard-on. Then Joe leaned my wife on the couch and started having sex with her missionary style. I leaned over and took one of her feet and started sucking on her red polished toes. She glanced at me a second, and then went back to fucking Joe. I must have been a sad sight to look at holding my wife’s right foot to my mouth with one hand, jacking off myself with a condom with the other hand, all while another man was fucking the daylights out of my wife. I grunted and came into the condom in seconds. Both Joe and my wife looked at me with disgust, and they went on fucking each other for the next few minutes.
When they were done, they had me clean up my wife’s pussy again. I used a fresh wet napkin to clean around it, and you could tell the wetness made her raw skin feel good. As I was almost done, she pushed out about a gallon of cum out of her pussy. It dripped onto the couch and the floor and a little down to her butt crack. I cleaned it all up with a towel, and sat on the couch as the two said their goodbyes. It was almost 4am by this time.
I asked my wife if a blowjob was out of the question. I was trying to be funny and cute, so maybe I might find a weak spot on her and get lucky. Didn’t work. She sighed and went upstairs to bed. I fell asleep on the couch next to a used condom, some dirty sex towels, and her wet panties next to my face, and that was the start of my downward cuckold spiral. It only got worse from there…or better depending on how you look at it.