I Am A Cuckold

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.

My wife didn’t even try to hide her affair. I walked into my bedroom after work on a Friday night, and she was having sex with another man. I had even called her to ask if she wanted me to pick anything up on my way home. She said no and then hung up. When I saw them having sex, I barged into the room yelling random stuff that I don’t even remember. She was on top and he was holding her by her hips. He saw me and got a little anxious. She looked back at me and then told me to get the fuck out of the bedroom. I started to argue then she looked at me in a way I had never seen before. She yelled at me again, and I walked out to the living room.
You’d think they would get their stuff together and stop since I came home, but they didn’t. The door was still wide open and she was moaning and he was talking dirty to my wife. I put my hands over my ears and just sat there on the living room sofa. After about a half an hour she came out of the bedroom wrapped in a towel and walked to the kitchen to get some water. I got up and started asking the questions.
Why? No particular reason. How long? A couple of months. Who? She said none of your business. I said none of my business…he’s fucking my wife! He then called out and asked if everything was ok. My wife told him yeah and said she would be right there. She grabbed two bottles of water and told me to leave the house for about an hour and then we would talk. I told her hell no. This was my house too, and there’s no way someone is coming in my house and fucking my wife on my bed and getting away with it. I started to raise my voice to her, and then he came out. She said something like finally a real man, and then I slapped her. I don’t know why I did it, but I did. He walked toward me in a menacing way. He told me not to treat a lady like that and to calm the fuck down. I told him she wasn’t a lady, and I could talk to my slut wife any way I wanted to. He didn’t even give me a warning. He punched me on my jaw, and while I was startled he wrestled me to the floor and pinned one of my arms behind me.
How fucked up was that? My wife was asking another man wearing only boxers if he was ok after he punched me and held me down. He made me apologize to her, and then he said I was right. It was my house, and I didn’t have to go. He made me go into the bedroom with them and pushed me down at the foot of the bed. He told her to dial 911 to report an assault. She picked up the phone and paused before she started to dial. Then I started the begging. I had never been in trouble with the law or in jail or anything like that. I begged them not to call. I told her I was sorry, and I had lost control because of the situation. I reassured her and him it wouldn’t happen again. I even apologized to him. It was weird. I was apologizing to the fucker that was screwing my wife on my own bed!
He totally took control of the situation. He told her to put the phone down. He said that my wife was going to move into his apartment for awhile for her safety. He said I would not be having anything to do with her sexually while he was in the picture. Then he started thinking. He said that he changed his mind, and I would be moving out and he would be moving in. Then I started to panic. I really had no where to go. I told him that. He said he didn’t care. Then my wife started whispering to him. They went into the bathroom and closed the door. I honestly thought about getting a gun and shooting him. Within seconds I abandoned that idea. I knew I didn’t have the guts to do it, and I for sure didn’t want to go to jail for the rest of my life.
They came out, and they told me how it was going to be. I would be able to live in my own house, but I could not enter the master bedroom anymore. I could sleep in the guest bedroom or the sofa. Jim, my wife’s boyfriend, would be moving in with my wife. It turns out she met him from work. Jim worked for the catering company that worked at my wife’s office every casual Friday. So, she probably saw him at least twice a month. Jim said my wife was completely off limits. No sex, no blow jobs, nothing. I didn’t say a word. I just listened. I was still at the foot of the bed.
During this time my wife put on her panties and a t-shirt. Jim was still in his boxers. When the talking was done, she told me to leave the bedroom. My head was spinning, but I managed to stand up. Jim pushed me back down and said to watch how my wife really likes it. He started kissing her neck while he ran his hands up my wife’s shirt. She started rubbing his back while they were making out just inches away from me. It was weird but I felt myself getting hard just watching.
He pulled her panties down to her knees and her t-shirt off. He worked his way down her body touching and rubbing her everywhere. He sucked and bit and nibbled her tits. He kissed her abdomen and her inner thighs. He kissed her all the way down to her feet. She had her eyes closed the whole time, and she was in a state of pure bliss. He then leaned her on the bed right next to me. She spread her legs open, and he started giving her oral sex. He stuck a finger inside her as he licked and nibbled her pussy. Her legs kept tensing and contracting, and she moaned like she never moaned with me. After a few minutes her body seized up, and she let out a little yelp and grabbed his head. He actually made her toes curl. This guy was good.
She sat up in the bed with him standing above her. She started rubbing his legs and kissing his abdomen at the same time. She used her teeth to slide his boxers down, and out sprang this monster hard-on. His dick was dark, bulgy and veiny. It was almost grotesque for me to look at it, but I didn’t dare turn away. She kissed her way up his legs, and then she grasped his cock, and lifted it and started to lick, suck, and kiss his huge balls. This was clearly a side of my wife I never knew existed. She stroked his cock and she licked his balls all over almost to the underside of his ass. His cock was dribbling non-stop precum. His cum was oozing around her fingers and over her wedding ring.
Then she licked from the base of his balls all the way up to the top of his dick. She kissed the tip, and then she put it into her mouth. His dick stretched her little mouth, and she cupped and massaged his balls with one hand while she stroked with the other hand. In less than a minute he grabbed her shoulders and told her he was cumming. Whenever I get blowjobs, she pulls it out of her mouth and cups her hand to catch the sperm. With him she just let him cum in her mouth. This guy came so much that it made her gag a little when she tried to swallow it. She got up and looked like she might throw up, and then she swallowed most of it. Some of it was running down her chin and was still on her lips, but she smiled at him and commented on “the gallons of cum” he made.
Then they remembered I was there. He told my wife to give me kiss. She got a devilish grin on her face, and then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I could already smell the sex just sitting there. Having it near my face was disgusting to me, but I couldn’t hide my erection. He said something like the only time I can kiss my wife is right after she sucked his dick.
She giggled, and then they both lay down in bed with her resting on his abdomen and rubbing his legs and crotch. They started talking to each other like I wasn’t there. Then he got hard again. My wife started kissing and licking him again. After about a minute she mounted him. Right in front of me my wife squatted over his dick, and lowered herself onto it. He grabbed her by the hips and every now and then swatted her on the ass. She kept moaning and rubbing her tits for him. Without slipping out, he rolled my wife onto her back and started just pounding her. Her legs were kind of resting on his arms and I had a clear view of her pussy forming a tight seal around his dick. His balls were slapping her butt and she was almost grunting with each stroke. Then he came. He came deep inside her. He took her bareback, and she didn’t say a word when he came inside her.
They kissed for a few seconds, and she giggled after he whispered something to her. Then he rolled over, and she just lay there with her legs spread wide. I could see her pussy was puffy and wet with their juices. The smell of sex was almost nauseating, but again my dick was extremely stiff. The precum was showing through my boxers and my pants. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any lower, she started pushing his cum out of her pussy. It kind of oozed and dribbled out and dripped out in long sticky strands. After all the sex they already had, this guy still shot a huge load inside her.
Then came the moment of truth. He asked if I wanted her to blow me. I said something lame like only if she wanted. He said he already asked her and she said ok as long as a rubber was used. How humiliating, but I said that would be fine. My balls were beyond blue, and as strange and fucked up as the situation was, I couldn’t walk away. She threw a condom at me, and I quickly put it on. Then she asked me to get on the center of the bed. Joe got up and went to the bathroom. She didn’t waste much time and she started giving me a blow job. I thought the condom would bother me, but I don’t know if it was the circumstances or the situation or what, but it seemed like it wasn’t even on. After a few quick strokes, she did something I never expected. She shifted her ass around to a 69 position and thrust her pussy on my face. Her pussy was still sopping wet as she never bothered to clean up. She didn’t just get into a 69. She rubbed herself all over my face, and I felt almost compelled to give her oral sex back. The taste was nasty at first, but the more the blowjob felt good, the less I cared. It felt like it lasted forever, but it probably only took a minute since I was so turned on. Once I came she rolled off and started whispering to Joe. They kind of suppressed giggles as they started to get dressed.
It’s been almost two years, and the three of us still live together. I am definitely the third wheel, but I don’t really mind the situation anymore. Sex with my wife is not the same as it used to be, but sometimes I think it is better. It is more charged with adrenalin with a little jealousy mixed in. I know it isn’t healthy, but it is a new way of life for me. I never dreamed I would be a willing cuckold, but now I can’t see going back to the old way things were. I can always think of 69 reasons to stay as a cuckold guest in my own house.

One night when the lights were out and my wife and I were getting a little horny in bed, I suggested we try a threesome. She instantly asked if I was joking, and I said no. It would be just sex. She asked where we would get the other guy from, and I quickly told her I was thinking of her and another girl with me. She chuckled and said yeah she would do a threesome with another girl if I would do one with her and another guy. I could tell she wasn’t serious, but it sparked a great night of sex just talking about it.
I let it go for awhile, and then when we were both a little tipsy from a night out with the friends, I brought it up again. She asked if I had anyone in mind, and I told her the truth that I didn’t. I wouldn’t know where to start to find another girl for a threesome. This time she was a little more open and a lot more serious. She again said she would do it provided we do a threesome with a guy too. I figured she thought that the fantasy would end right there since she knew I wasn’t too crazy about a threesome with another guy, but I also considered if I could do a threesome with another girl, I could renege and not have to do a threesome with a guy. Anyways, I thought making a threesome become a reality would be almost impossible to begin with.
We both agreed friends were out of the question. I looked up escorts and the ones that would wanted $300 and references! It was like applying for a job. As if the $300 wasn’t enough, I didn’t have any escort references. When I asked her about the $300, she went ballistic. She questioned why I was still dwelling on the threesome fantasy, and if I was out of my mind thinking about spending that much cash on a hooker. I told her she was right, but it was a big turn on for me. We dropped the subject for awhile. I thought about it all the time, but we just didn’t talk about it.
Then about a month later, she told me she had a lead on a girl for a threesome. She met a couple through her work in real estate that were very open sexually. They talked to her about swinging and how my wife would be welcome at one of their home parties. She said they were about our age, and were both cute. She showed me a picture of them on her cell phone. I was in love with the girl instantly. I told her to see what she could do.
This couple ended up buying a home through my wife, which was a nice commission. My wife spoke to them on a regular basis mostly on real estate issues. Once everything worked itself out, they invited us to their new home. We all hit it off. She was charming. He was cool. It was like we were old friends. Nothing happened at any of the barbeques or get-togethers. In fact, we didn’t really talk much about anything sexual at all. They were fun to hang around.
Then late October we were at their house for a little Halloween party. My wife and his wife Cheri both dressed as French maids. They were so cute. We all got a little drunk, and Cheri excused herself because she wasn’t feeling well and she was tired. One thing led to another and my wife suddenly blurted out our threesome deal. Josh didn’t miss a beat. He said if we wanted to he was familiar with newbies and threesomes. My wife looked at me for approval which I didn’t give. I didn’t say anything at all. Then she said yeah. Let’s go over to our house. Josh told Cheri where he was going, and we were off.

I drove and they sat in the back making out. I had never seen my wife like this before. It was shocking to me and still a turn-on at the same time. I started thinking about maybe doing stuff with Cheri now that things were kind of happening, then I looked in the mirror and saw my wife giving Josh a blowjob. She gripped his cock with her left hand and I can still see her wedding band glistening with saliva and juices as she stoked his dick. I was half driving, half watching the show. I don’t know how I kept the car on the road. He told her he was coming, and she lifted up and his cum shot all over the place. It landed on her maid’s outfit, the car seat, the car floor, everywhere. My wife sat back up from sucking his dick and looked out her window with a slight smile. He zipped up his pants, and everything was quiet in the car. It was weird.

When I got home I went upstairs to change and use the bathroom. I wasn’t gone for more than two minutes, but when I got back downstairs, Josh had my wife’s skirt hiked up, her panties at her ankles, bent over the dining room table with her legs spread wide like she was being searched by a cop, and he was fucking her hard. I sat down on the couch and watched. They noticed me, and he stopped and whispered to her. They both came to me and she knelt before me with her ass arched toward Josh. He mounted my wife again and started giving her rough thrusts. She grabbed me by the legs and went along for the ride. I saw Josh grab her by her ass and waist as he moaned and grunted. He came inside her and kind of rested on her back. She let go of her grip on my legs and relaxed.
That was the end of the threesome. She walked Josh to the car and kissed him goodbye. Guess who got to drive Josh home? Not a whole lot was spoken during the ride back. He said something like we need to get together again and that was it. I dropped him off, and headed back home with a thousand questions.
When I got home I was half expecting things to get ugly. I wasn’t sure if I was mad. I couldn’t get a grip on how I felt emotionally. It was like a burning feeling at the pit of my stomach. My wife diffused my feelings by thanking me for helping her fulfill a fantasy of hers. We got to bed and she was like nothing I ever remembered before. She was pure total energy. We did it four or five times like we used to do when we first got together. I can’t explain it, but I was just as turned on as she was. About the only thing that bothered me was that she didn’t take a shower after having sex with Josh. It was a minor thing actually, and the way she was acting helped me get over that in a flash.
All the next day she was complaining how sore her cooch was. She was half joking and half serious, because we didn’t have sex in the morning like I wanted to. She showed me her pussy was swollen and puffy from the night before. Then she gave me an earth shaking blowjob. It was an almost spiritual blowjob it was so good.
That night even though she was supposedly too sore to have sex, she called Josh over to our house for another threesome. I don’t know what was weirder – having another man sleep with my wife or having another man naked on the same bed as me. This time was more of a real threesome. My wife undid my pants and started to orally pleasure me. She was extra slow and deliberate and kept taking breaks to prolong the blowjob. Otherwise I don’t think I would have lasted a minute. She alternated briefly between Josh and me. Side by side it was clear he had a bigger dick. It was uncut and it was definitely thicker. She couldn’t quite get her hand around the girth like she could mine. When she went back to my dick, Josh got behind my wife. I was irritated she was going to let him have sex with her sore little cooch but not me earlier.
I noticed Josh was aware of her soreness, because he started rubbing lotion onto her pussy and all over his dick. You could tell it still hurt her a little when he eased it in. She stopped blowing me, and leaned forward on me and Josh slowly fucked her. Gradually he started intensifying his thrusts. She moaned on the edge of pain and pleasure. Josh then asked me to go between her legs and lick her pussy. I hesitated because I didn’t exactly relish the thought of licking her with his dick inside her. He reiterated his request, and he said it in a way that I felt almost obligated to obey. So I positioned myself under her and that’s when I saw Josh’s dick wasn’t in her pussy. She and I had never had anal sex no matter how much I wanted it. She said it was exit only. She had tried it a couple of times and would never do it again. It was something she was very upfront with me about when we got married, so I never pressed her on it. Here she was getting her butt reamed by Josh’s cock!
She must have realized what I was thinking because she started giving me head again. And it was amazing what she was doing. I don’t remember her ever sucking me like that before. So, I lifted up my head and started lightly and delicately licking her pussy. It was still puffy and red, and some of the lube Josh was using kept dripping down – at least I hope it was lube. I was having a hard time focusing on her cooch with Josh pounding her butt straight above me and her sucking me off, but I managed. Then Josh groaned and pushed his dick deep into her ass and started cumming in her ass. He held it there for a few seconds, and then he yanked his dick out so fast that a lot of his cum dripped onto my forehead and hair. Before I had time to register what had happened, I started cumming. It was so intense especially with her getting anal with someone else when she wouldn’t do it with me.
Josh wanted a blowjob, but she wouldn’t give him one because of the anal. Even when he said he would wash it off, she said no. He wasn’t mad or anything, but he left pretty soon after that. I really wanted anal sex, but there was no way she was going to have anal sex anytime soon. As much lube as Josh had used, there were slight traces of blood around her ass. She said it even hurt her to pee. So, we talked a lot about the threesome, and she gave me a goodnight blowjob.
I never did get to do a threesome with another girl. Josh’s wife wasn’t into us as a couple. Josh still comes over every now and then. Most of the time it’s when I am at work. My wife is very good about letting me know when they get together. I don’t do threesomes with them anymore. I had a hard time handling the jealousy issues especially with her giving him anal on more than one occasion. This whole situation has put some energy into our sex life. I think without it we would still have that boring sex life we had before. I share my wife with another guy. She’s happy. We’re still married. I’m happy. So what?

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.

I walked in on my wife on her back on our bed with her thick legs wrapped around a man’s back. Here’s the story on how I became a cuckold. After an executive lunch meeting, I ducked in at home on my way to work for no reason at all other than my home is less than two miles from the conference hall and it’s kinda sorta on the way back to work. I kicked off my shoes, turned on ESPN, and checked the answering machine. I had about a half hour to kill, so I just lounged in my recliner. Then I thought I’d tool around on the internet for a few, so I made my way to the bedroom. As I walked down the hallway I heard my wife talking, or so I thought. Music was playing in the bedroom, which I thought was different. She never really listened to music on her own. If it was on, then she would listen. I called out to her, but she didn’t respond. I almost walked through the door when I saw her on the bed with her supervisor.

I stood there for what seemed like forever, and then I zombie-walked back into the living room. I tried to gather my thoughts, but my heart was racing one hundred miles an hour. I had the shakes and I started to physically sweat. I walked slowly back to the bedroom and looked through the door between the hinges. My wife had her legs wrapped around him, and was kissing his mouth and rubbing all over his back. It was primal. She was moaning. He was grunting, and they couldn’t stop kissing. When he told her he was going to cum, she held tightly to him. His butt started jerking, and he let out a half grunt half sigh. He wasn’t wearing a condom either.

He rolled off of her, and they lay there for a few seconds talking lightly. I couldn’t hear their words over the music. She got up and went to the bathroom, and then came back and lay down in the crux of his arm. She was tracing her fingers over his abdomen and chest as they talked a little more. I debated heading back to work as I was already going to be late, but I couldn’t leave. She traced her hand down to his cock. In no time he was rock hard again. His cock was really thick. She couldn’t get her fingers all the way around it. It was dark purplish red and just looked different. I had never seen another guy’s dick other than in adult movies, and I didn’t really focus on it much. Now it was just a big nasty thing that my wife put her mouth on. His cock was leaking pre-cum and glistening when she started sucking it. Funny thing looking back was my dick was hard and it was oozing out lots of pre-cum too. He groaned and put his hand on her shoulder to signal his orgasm. Seconds later you could see him ejaculate into her mouth. She kept him in her mouth for several seconds after he came. When she slipped his dick out of her mouth, he relaxed on the bed, and she went up next to him again. She never spit it out!

I figured they must have been together before, because they had the whole routine worked out. They talked some more, and then they both went into the bathroom. I left through the garage where I saw her car parked. I didn’t bother waiting for them. I went back to work where I was no use for the rest of the day. She called me about an hour later to see if we wanted to go out for dinner. She was matter of fact like nothing ever happened.

We went out to dinner. I don’t know how I got through dinner without saying anything about it. When we got home, she started some laundry and started doing busy work. I went to the computer and started searching for evidence or anything. I didn’t find anything. It didn’t matter because I had seen it all with my own eyes.

When we went to bed, she just rolled over on her side away from me. That usually meant she was tired, and there probably wouldn’t be anything sexual unless I bitched. So I bitched, and she just got irritated with me. Then I unleashed on her with everything I saw. She did the exact opposite of what I thought she would do. She went into denial. She denied everything. She was so good at lying that I can see where if I wasn’t there to view it, I would have believed her lies.

I was pissed and relentless. She finally caved, and then she did something else I was unprepared for. She started sobbing and begging forgiveness. I expected her to admit it and then ask for a divorce or something along those lines. She seemed genuine. I made her tell me everything. I wanted to know how long. I wanted to know where, and then I wanted to know why. As she was telling me everything, I started getting hard. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help it and it kept getting harder. She noticed, and started rubbing it through my boxers. The more she told me, the harder and more turned on I got.

She then said she needed to shower first. I told her I couldn’t wait, and I didn’t want to wait for her to shower. She restated that said she needed to clean up first. I told her it didn’t matter. I pulled off her pj’s first, and she sort of started getting into it. She stopped crying, but she was still breathing funny. Then I leaned down and started to pull her panties down. They were black cotton and kind of regular looking. As I worked them down to her knees I caught the smell of their sex. It was kind of pungent at first. I wanted to turn away from it, but I didn’t. I just kept working her panties down. I saw his stains or her stains, not sure which on the crotch of the panties. She obviously didn’t bother putting on new panties.

I entertained the thought of going down on her, but I just couldn’t get up the nerve to. I had already crossed too many lines, and that one was too much for me. I spread her legs, and started rubbing her thighs like I usually do. Her pussy lips were a little puffy and red. She said she was a little sore there, but it was ok. I slid it inside her, and it didn’t go in as easily as I thought it would. I imagined it would slip right in like I thought sloppy seconds meant. It was actually like everyday sex, except I knew in the back of my mind I was having sloppy seconds with my own wife. And, I was the second. I didn’t last that long, and I came inside her – her second or third time that day, but my first.

Then we had the marathon talk session for the next five nights maybe longer. She said she would never cheat again. It was over. She would find someplace else to work. She would take a lie detector test. We worked things out I guess. It supercharged our sex life, even though it changed the dynamics of our relationship for good.

We got to where she would tell me stories of her cheating while she was stroking me with lotion. It was very intense, and I couldn’t cum without hearing her talk about her infidelity. This went on for a couple of months until I felt like I needed more. So, we talked about her seeing him again – this time with my permission.

We set it up for a weekend when I was supposedly out of town. He was reluctant to come over because of the previous situation and my wife breaking it off with him because I found out, but you can’t keep a horny man away. So, he came to see her. I set up our video camera in the bedroom. It was out in the open, but it blended with the bedroom so it didn’t stand out. They sat at the foot of the bed, and then it was like a switch turned on. They started kissing and groping each other for a few minutes. He leaned her back on the bed, lifted up her skirt, and pulled her panties down. When her panties her halfway down, he stuck his face in her crotch and started eating her out. He didn’t move his head away, and he still got her panties down to her ankles. She slipped them the rest of the way off and spread her legs wide for him. It took about five minutes for her to curl her toes, arch her back, and gasp a few times. If she was faking it, give her an academy award.

Then it was his turn. She knelt before him, and took his pants off. He had on white boxer briefs and you could see a tent poking out. She put her mouth on him with his boxers still on. She licked his balls through his boxers and she nuzzled her face all around him. He just fell back onto the bed with his legs hanging from the bed like she was earlier. She kissed his thighs and legs all the way down as she slipped his briefs off. His purple cock looked bigger on the video. It was obviously wet. You could see it glistening in her small hands. She started kissing her way up his legs, and stopped at his balls. She pushed his dick up with her hand, and started licking his balls while slowly stroking him. After a couple of minutes she licked the whole length of his shaft, and then wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He groaned. He lasted maybe one minute probably sooner than that. He lifted up to tell her he was cumming. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and he shot his load all over the floor, the foot of the bed, and her hands. It was like a river of cum.

She glanced at the camera and then got a towel to wipe up. They rested for a few minutes and actually started talking about her old work. She was rubbing his cock the whole time they were talking. When he was ready, he got between her legs. She reached for his dick, and guided it in slowly. After it was in they slowly started having sex. It was slow and deliberate. There was lots of touching and kissing and caressing. She had her legs rested over his arms just under his shoulders. Gradually he started to thrust harder. You could hear her exhaling lightly with each thrust. She held him by the neck, and massaged him the whole time. After about five minutes he inched closer to her making her legs go up a little higher, and then he twitched his back and butt as he came inside her. She was on the pill, but it still made a little anxious to see him cumming inside her like that.

They kicked back for a few more minutes, and I figured the show was over. It wasn’t. She wriggled her way down to his crotch, and started kissing his abdomen and thighs and balls. She kissed everywhere but his dick. His dick shot back up to attention in seconds. Then she did the lick from the bottom of his balls all the way to the tip top and followed up by putting his dick back into her mouth. She sucked his cock for a few seconds, and the he flipped her over doggie style.

As slow and gentle as he was missionary style, it was a whole new ballgame doggie style. After she guided his dick inside her, he just started pounding her sex. Her boobs were slapping left and right and forward and backward. Her ass was jiggling with each thrust, and her face contorted with each stroke. He held her by her hips, and roughly used his arms to pull her ass back towards him. He slapped her ass cheeks hard enough to make them red. She gasped with each slap, but you could tell she liked it. That was something we had never done. You could see him rubbing her butt just short of sticking any fingers in. My wife always insisted “exit only”, and it was nice she did the same with him too. When he was done, he shot his load all over her lower back and ass. He groaned and then planted his dick between her butt cheeks, and let it slide up and down her crack while he relaxed. She arched her ass towards him as he slid his cock on her backside. That was a sight to see—my wife with a big cock rubbed between her cheeks with sperm all over her backside.

He got his clothes on, and my wife put her panties on. She walked him to the door topless, and then called me to come home. When I got home, she was in her panties and bra on the bed with an evil little smile. That was the first of many experiences. It is easily the most memorable. That was the day she became a hotwife, and I became a willing cuckold. And, I wouldn’t have it any other way.