I Am A Cuckold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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