So, I decided to not use the garage, and I entered the master alarm code, and silently walked in the front door. Thankfully, the dogs were out in the backyard, so there was no noisy greeting at the door. It turns out she locked the dogs out in the backyard for a reason. As I crept through the hallway toward the master bedroom, I heard a man’s voice along with my wife’s. Pure adrenalin shot through me. I felt my heart accelerate and my breathing get short and rapid. Even with the shock to my senses, I was staying in control of myself.

My wife was in her bra and panties on her knees before a man in black briefs and nothing more. She was kissing around his ankles, and he was saying something to her that I couldn’t quite make out. She started kissing up his calves as she massaged his thighs, and she would occasionally brush the front of his underwear. She was kissing his legs slowly and deliberately and working her way up his body. As she inched her way up, a huge tent formed in his briefs.

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I kept waiting for my wife to come to her senses and stop. I figured maybe she could overcome temptation and everything would be okay again, but she didn’t. She kissed all the way up his thighs to his groin area. I heard her comment on his excitement as she started kissing him through the briefs. She mouthed his crotch and put her lips to where his balls were under the briefs. He moaned, and his dick finally pushed its way over the edge of his briefs. He had a huge, fat head on his penis that was oozing precum. My wife kept sucking his balls through his briefs, and with her teeth, she pulled his underwear all the way down to his feet.

At this point I debated stopping this whole mess, but I found myself paralyzed. I couldn’t move or even form any audible words. Then he told my wife to hang on a sec. He walked over a little to the left of the bed, and he took a camera off a tripod. This asshole was filming all of it. He stood back over my wife with his dick still dripping. He aimed the camera right at her face and asked her to keep going. She said, “Damn, Doug, you’re leaking,” and she giggled. He looked down at her and then reached into her bra and flopped her milf tits over the top of the bra. There was my beautiful wife on her knees before another man’s big dick with her bare breasts presented to him.

His dick was huge and severely bent to the side with veins everywhere. The head of it was disproportionately big and redder than the rest of his dick. My wife reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft and started slowly milking him of his precum. It was like a long yo-yo drip to the floor. Then she took her other hand and pumped him slowly with both hands. I don’t know if I was more surprised that she could wrap both hands around his length or that her left hand still had her wedding ring and engagement ring on her ring finger.

I remembered almost 8 years before getting on my knee and putting that same engagement ring on her finger and asking her to marry me. Now her engagement ring along with her wedding ring was glistening with his precum while she was stroking his engorged cock. It was like I was being stabbed in the gut and the back at the same time.

She then kissed the head of his dick and started to kiss around his hips until she maneuvered herself behind him. I never knew she was so agile on her knees. She started kissing the backs of his legs and then moved up and started kissing his ass cheeks. He said something to her that I couldn’t understand except for the tone that he must have liked it. I was begging her not to lick his asshole, and thankfully she never went that way. She did go under his legs and started licking his balls from behind while she gripped his dick and started stroking him again. It was like she was milking a cow except this was a human bull with big, fat balls. Then she got a little lower, and it looked like her face was plastered in his ass and balls as she put his dick in her mouth and started sucking. He kind of hunched over to give her better access to his cock. It was bent and big enough for her to pull it back that way and suck on the red mushroom shaped tip.

After milking him like this for about a minute, he reached over and stopped her. He told her he was getting close. He turned around to face her, and this time she sucked him with both hands wrapped around his cock. He had one hand fondling her tits, and the other hand holding the camera. After a few seconds, he grunted that he was going to cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, and worked his cock a little bit, and then he spewed stream after stream of thick, white cum all over her bra and tits. He coated her chest as she pulled his cock to her breasts and just rubbed it over and around the sticky wetness. This guy pumped a gallon of sperm over my wife’s chest.

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She smiled and said, “Wow. You must have really liked it, Doug.” He replied, “That was amazing, Lila.” Lila is my pet name for my wife who goes by Ileana. That really stung. She beamed, and then got up and went to the bathroom and toweled off her chest. While she was cleaning up, Doug was fiddling with the camera. She came back topless in just her sheer white panties. Doug said, “Come here. Your turn.”

My wife smiled demurely, and stood in front of him. He kissed her full on the lips and worked his way to her tits. He spent a little time feeling and sucking her tits, and then kissed his way down her abdomen to her panties. While massaging her body, he worked her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and then he started kissing and licking her inner thighs. This lead to him going straight to her vagina. He tugged her labia with his lips and licked her straight up the middle of her pussy. My wife’s face said it all. She was in la-la land when he was between her legs, and he spent a lot of time licking down there - certainly more than I ever did.

He gripped my wife’s hips and guided her to the bed and bent her over. He started kissing the backs of her legs and moved his way up to her ass. She kissed her ass checks and lower back, and then he gently parted her ass. She looked back and said, “No. Don’t do that. I don’t like that.” He didn’t listen. He put his face deep in her ass and started rimming my wife. I could see my wife’s nervousness fade after a few seconds of his oral pleasures to her anal regions. He commented how good she tasted, and you could see my wife’s apprehensions just drift away. She actually reached back and pulled her own ass cheeks apart, which allowed him to rub her legs and pussy while he licked her asshole.

After a couple of minutes, he guided my wife back to the bed with her legs hanging over the bed and open wide. He plastered his face right back into her pussy, and spent the next ten minutes or so bringing her to two or three orgasms. I couldn’t exactly tell how many she actually had because she was in a constant state of pleasure with him between her legs. She quivered and shook more violently two or three times, which I assumed were orgasms. This guy must have been amazing. When he was done my wife sat up and started kissing him despite his very wet face. She was telling him how much she liked it.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then she reached over and got her panties and used them to clean her pussy. She knew what was coming next. She smiled at the camera, and then here he came with a raging hard-on. He adjusted the camera toward the bed, and my wife moved to the center of our bed. She had her legs pressed together and a blanket over her breasts. She coyly tossed him a condom she retrieved from her purse. What the hell was my wife doing with condoms?? He sat on edge of the bed and tore open the condom wrapper. He started to roll the condom around his cock, and then without a warning, he dropped the unused condom on the floor next to the bed.

He parted my wife’s legs and then gripped her by her ankles as he placed her legs on his biceps. She started wiggling down towards him as she reached between his legs to guide his cock into her. Surely she would notice he didn’t put the condom on. I thought about stopping this insanity, but I relented as I saw her wedding ring in stark contrast against the skin of his curved dick as it slowly disappeared into my wife. She gasped as he gave one last firm push to get the rest of his dick inside her all the way to where all I could see was his balls hanging over my wife’s ass. As he lay there buried to the hilt inside her, I saw my wife’s feet high in the air with her skinny toes curled.

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He leaned over and they started kissing as he gently thrust his bare dick in and out of my wife. She obviously had no idea she was getting barebacked by Doug. After a few minutes of slow fucking, Doug took her by the ankles and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders. He grooved his penis inside her for a few strokes, and then he started pounding my wife. The first rough stroke brought out a slight squeal from my wife. He paused and she held him by the arms and told him she was okay. Then he gave her the roughest sex she probably ever had - at least by me. She was whimpering and moaning with an occasional scream as he was sawing his thick cock into her tight vagina. After a few minutes there was a white goo around the base of his dick where my wife’s labia formed a perfect seal around his cock.

He groaned that he was going to cum, and it looked like he was going to try and pull out. My wife had other ideas, and she pulled him by his arms and bucked into his dick even harder. I saw his balls kind of suck in as they continued to slap my wife’s ass. His ass clenched a couple of times, and I knew he was cumming deep into my wife’s womb. When he was through injecting my wife with his sperm, he collapsed onto my wife with his cock still firmly lodged inside my wife’s pussy. He laid there as she kissed his around his face and neck.

When he rolled over, he sat up at the edge of the bed and quickly retrieved the condom. He rubbed it over his dick, and he tore it with his fingers. Then he said, “Oh shit, Lila. I think the condom broke.” My wife sat up in a flash with her legs spread open and looked down between them. You could see the shock in her face as she watched Doug’s thick cum slowly ooze out of her vagina. She said, “Fuck!” Then she raced into the bathroom with Doug right behind her. I heard the shower turn on as they both got in. Doug was telling her how sorry he was, and she was borderline hysterical as she told him it wasn’t his fault. That prick, I thought. It was his fault.

I crept into the room to maybe get a better look into the shower when I almost kicked over Doug’s camera bag. I looked down and it a bunch of tapes and papers in it. Without thinking it through, I grabbed the bag and started to walk out. Then I thought about the tape in the camera. I walked back in and it took me forever to figure out how to open the camera. I got the tape and then for some strange reason, I grabbed her panties and stuffed them in the camera bag. I jumped into my car and took off toward my office. It was late into the night, but I was friends with the night watchmen, and he let me in. Just as I was sitting in my chair, my cell phone rang. It was Lila.

“Hello.” “Hey, you never called when you got in to Atlanta.” I thought dumb bitch, she is only calling to get information. “Yeah. We pretty much hit the ground running, and I didn’t want to wake you if you were sleeping.” She said, “That’s okay. You can call me anytime, honey. You know that. I don’t mind.” I said, “I know. What are you up to?” I was curious what she would say. “Nothing really. I was watching TV waiting for you to call.” I said, “Well, I better get some sleep. We’re three hours ahead of you, and I have a breakfast meeting here in the hotel.” “Goodnight, honey.” “Goodnight, Lila.”

I sat there pissed off and caught myself shaking. I even had a few tears even though I didn’t feel like crying. I then started looking for a video camera in our office. I got into the A/V closet, but I was pretty sure we weren’t going to have the right equipment. I went back to the office empty handed, and then I started looking into the camera bag. There were my wife’s white panties. I brought them to my face and just shook my head. I then saw some memory sticks in the side pouch of the bag. I pulled one out and stuck it into my office laptop. There must have been a couple of hundred pictures of my wife in all those memory sticks. There were pictures of a trip to the zoo with two of what I assume were his kids. There were pictures of her in an evening dress snuggling up to him at a bar. All the rest of the pictures were x-rated.

She posed for him in panties, lingerie, naked, a towel, doggie style, you name it. She did it for him. There were dozens of oral sex pictures. She even took some pictures of her sucking his dick while in a 69 position with him on top! There was a picture of his hard cock laying on her beautiful face with her smiling at the camera. It was disgusting. She was wearing her wedding band for a majority of the pictures. All of the pictures were shocking to me, but the worst ones, at least for me, were the ones of him giving her anal sex. She never let me have anal sex with her, yet she gave it to him and he had a way bigger dick than me. He had a few pictures of the head of his dick pressing on her asshole. It was huge compared to her almost invisible hole. Then there were pictures of his head fully inside her ass. The pictures of his dick all the way in her ass about killed me. It didn’t seem possible, but she took it all the way. The last pictures had his spent cock laying on her ass cheek with his cum dribbling out of her stretched ass. I hated her for this, and I hadn’t even seen the videos yet.

I fell asleep in the office, and woke up to the bright lights of the morning and my cell phone buzzing. It was Saturday, and I was due back in town so we could have an anniversary dinner alone, and then another anniversary dinner the next day with her family. I told her I caught an early flight and would be home in an hour. She told me to call her when I was on the road from the airport, because she would have a surprise for me.

I took a shower in the gym downstairs and then managed to change clothes in my car. Before I left, I put the camera bag in my office safe. I then called Lila and said I would be home in thirty minutes. I got a cup of coffee and killed a little time before heading home. The first thing I noticed was the same Camero in my driveway. That fucker. What was he still doing here? Did I not give them enough time? I used the garage door and walked in through the kitchen. My wife was in a summer dress in the living room knelt down before Doug on the couch. She was sucking his dick even though she knew I was home. She looked over at me and established eye contact with me while still sucking his dick. Doug looked a little uncomfortable, but his stiff dick sure was enjoying my wife’s mouth. Doug acknowledged my presence, and then closed his eyes and my wife used her tongue and lips to take him to another world.

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I figured if this was her game of chicken, I wouldn’t give. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter, and then sat on a bar chair and watched the show. She still had her wedding ring on, for all that meant to her. She licked and sucked his huge balls while stoking his shaft. She licked from the base of his balls all the way up to his fat dick-head. She was making sure to give him the best blowjob either Doug or I ever had. He patted her shoulder to let her know he was going to cum. My wife does not like cum in her mouth. She claims she hates the taste and even more so, she hates the feel of cum. However, she didn’t stop sucking his dick at his warning. She vacuum-sucked him even more, and he started wriggling around on the couch as he started cumming into my wife’s mouth. She looked right into my eyes as he emptied his testicles into her mouth. She gagged a little with his cock still in her mouth. Then she took his dick out of her mouth and leaned her forehead on his penis as she worked up the nerve to swallow his load. She swallowed it all down. Every last drop. After she gathered herself, she kissed his balls and half-hard dick lovingly.

Then she said, “Hey honey. You’re home…again.” I said, “What.” She said, “I know you were home at 9:48pm last night.” I instantly knew she got the information from the alarm system or she called the alarm company. She had the nerve to call me a liar. The whole time Doug was getting his pants on without saying a word. He tapped her on the shoulder and told her he was leaving. She told him he didn’t have to, and then kissed him full on the lips. Thankfully, he left us to sort things out.

I asked, “What’s going on, Lila?”

“You tell me. You obviously know something.”

I said, “Yeah, but what do you expect me to do? I’m not the bad guy.”

“Yes you are. You are.” Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “You made me…you pushed me.”

I cut her off, “That’s bullshit. No one made you suck his dick.” I was getting pissed. “And, who the fuck is Doug?”

She was getting angry, too. “You wouldn’t know Doug, because you never go to church with me.”

“Oh great. You use the church to get yourself some sex. Wonderful. Wonder what the Bible says about that.”

“Fuck you. That’s not fair. Doug needed me. He was getting a divorce, and he’s got kids. He was having a hard time.”

“I get it. No more wife…take someone else’s wife. Nice.”

“It wasn’t that way. We didn’t plan for this to happen.”

“Then what the hell was that show for just now? Are you insane? You want a divorce that bad, because you are going to get one.”

She got really quiet and really stern. “Listen. Doug is a wake-up call for our marriage. I don’t want a divorce, and I don’t want Doug.”

“Just his big dick.”

“Fuck you, Michael. It’s not like that. You’re always working. You don’t want a family. You don’t like my parents.”

“What? You are fucking crazy. You really think I am going to stay married to you.”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever. I saw you with another man. That image is never leaving my head.”

Suddenly, she knelt down in front of me. “You’re hard, Michael.”

I was floored. I was hard. She loosened my belt and undid my zipper. My pants dropped to the floor. There was a puddle of precum sticking to my boxers. She put her mouth on me, and I just melted. For the second time that day, my wife’s mouth was on different man. She did the same to me as she just got done doing to Doug. I didn’t even tell her I was going to cum. She held me firmly as I came inside her mouth. She looked up at me as she gulped it down. I was betrayed by my dick. I still loved her.

In order for us to stay together, I told her Doug would have to be out of the picture for good. We moved across town, and she changed churches. She said she liked the excitement of the affair. She liked being cherished by other men. She liked the attention, and no matter how much attention I could give her, it wasn’t the same as another man liking her. She loved me and wanted to stay married to me forever, but she liked the thrill of being wanted and desired by another.

I found that I liked watching her with other men. I watched every tape Doug and my wife made over and over again, and I was always turned on and rock hard while watching them. So, we compromised, and she gets to date other men (actually it’s only been one other man), as long as I know everything, it’s done in our house, he knows nothing will come of it, and I get to videotape it all.

The guy she met, Troy, is actually a nice guy. Of all places, they met at church. As soon as I saw them flirting, I figured she liked him. I gave her my approval. While Troy and I have never actually talked about my wife, he knows that I am okay with the arrangement. When he comes over, we talk about sports and random stuff before I leave and give them some privacy.

My wife said Troy started flirting with her casually. As she started getting bolder, she started alluding to her oral skills. Troy would get bashful, and that would be the end of that. After a couple of Sundays, Troy remarked back to her, she would have a hard time because of his size. She patted him on the crotch and made a bet with him. He came home with us for dinner. In the middle of dinner, my whispered to me to start the camera. I did, and then I told them I was going for a quick swim in the pool.

I got rock hard in the pool just thinking about what my wife was going to do to Troy. Minutes after I left, the camera picks them up walking hand in hand into our bedroom. She was giggling and smiling like a school girl. God, my wife is so beautiful kneeling in front of another man. She dropped his jean shorts, and out sprang the fattest dick I have ever seen. He was a little above average in size, but he was as thick as a Coke can. My wife gasped at the thickness, and he said I told you so. Then, she went to work.

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She managed to put half of it into her mouth. She had her mouth stretched wide. Her fingers could not wrap around the girth. It only got thicker as she sucked on it, and it looked like engorged with blood and veins around the length. She sucked and stroked as his balls rubbed against her chin. He lasted less than a minute. He came so much that she couldn’t take it all in her mouth. She gagged, and pushed his dick out of her mouth while he was still squirting ropes of cum on her sun dress. She tilted her face to the side to compose herself, and he gripped his shaft and stroked even more sperm jets onto my wife.

When he was done, and she swallowed what she could, she looked up at him, and they both started giggling quietly. They sat side by side on our bed, and she rested her head on his shoulder with her hand rubbing his still dripping cock. There was a little small talk, and it looked like he was in a rush to get his shorts back on, but my wife had a different plan in mind. She slinked down between his legs and started orally pleasuring him again. I thought, wow two blowjobs. Then I saw her panties slip down to her ankles.

After a moment she pushed him up on the bed, hiked her sun dress over her back, and then squatted over his dick. With one hand wrapped around his thick cock, she lowered her pussy onto him. She literally impaled her tight pussy on his monstrous dick. Her labia were stretched open. Her pussy was open wide, and she kept shifting from side to side trying to ease it inside her. It took her longer to insert his penis inside her than the blowjob earlier. When she finally allowed herself to drop down on him and rest her ass on his balls, the seal her labia formed around his big dick was airtight. No sperm was going to escape her womb.

I wondered why she didn’t bother with a rubber. We stocked a bunch in our nightstand. She slowly started working his cock in and out of her. He was reaching up and grabbing at her breasts. She slipped the straps down to her shoulders and unfastened her bra. She presented him with her bare breasts, and he responded by squeezing them and kneading them roughly. After a few minutes, he yelled that he was going to cum. She lifted up and his penis barely slipped out of her as it started shooting jets of sticky sperm all over my wife’s behind, inner thigh, and pubic area. That was a close one.

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Then he said something, and she quickly pulled her panties back on without cleaning up Troy’s semen. He got his shorts back on, and out they came to the pool area. He said he had to get back to the church for a meeting, and my wife volunteered to take him. The only thing the camera didn’t catch was the blowjob she gave him in the church parking lot while they were in the car. She told me all about it as I was going down on her puffy, red pussy. I didn’t even wait. When she got back, I lifted up her skirt, pulled down her cum-filled panties, and licked her used pussy all over.
Needless to say, Troy keeps coming back for more. He can’t seem to keep his hands out of my wife’s cookie jar. And, she can’t seem to keep her hands off his thick penis. I can’t seem to quit watching my wife getting serviced by other men. It’s a great relationship! We’ve been talking about a threesome with Troy, but my wife said Troy isn’t at that point yet, but he could be - especially if he thought she might not keep giving him blowjobs and sex without having a threesome. I guess that makes me a happy, voluntary cuckold. That’s my first time cuckold story.

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Office Slut In Bed

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.

Office Slut with a Nice Chest

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.

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!

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 so