Becoming a Cuckold, Ch. 1
by DirtyMindedMinx<\/p>\n

I blew my load and immediately felt like crap. I closed the browser and just sat there in the dark. My orgasm gave me a few seconds of pleasure, but the moment was fleeting and ultimately unsatisfying. How had I been reduced to this?<\/p>\n

I love my wife. Irene and I have been married for almost twelve years, we have two beautiful ch\u00efldren, and we hardly ever fight or even get into arguments. She\u2019s a great mom and a loving partner. I do all I can as her husband to make her happy, and I think I\u2019ve managed to do that\u2026for the most part.<\/p>\n

My wife tells me that she loves me, and I truly believe her. I must admit that I\u2019m not an especially handsome man. I try to eat healthy and exercise once in a while, but I honestly don\u2019t have the best body either. I do have a good job and provide for her and the fam\u00efly, though we\u2019re by no means rich. Despite these shortcomings, she stays with me and generally seems content. But, there is one small area that never ceases to worry me: the bedroom.<\/p>\n

Irene\u2019s sex drive was never very high, not even when we were dating. I thought maybe she would loosen up more after we got married. Things did pick up slightly during our \u201cHoneymoon Phase,\u201d but that time turned out to be fairly short by my reckoning. It\u2019s not that the sex is bad, necessarily. I enjoy our special private time together as much now as when we first met. It\u2019s just that those times are becoming less and less frequent as the years pile up.<\/p>\n

She almost always has an orgasm when we do it \u2013 I do my best to make sure of that. I use my mouth on her a lot, and I\u2019ve gotten very good at knowing just what to do to make her feel good. I guess she could be faking it, and I do wonder about that, but if she is she\u2019s very convincing. The other area of concern for me is my penis. Frankly, it\u2019s not very big. Not big at all, actually.<\/p>\n

Irene has always insisted that my size isn\u2019t an issue for her. What I\u2019ve got is plenty enough for her, she often tells me. I want to believe this, but it\u2019s not easy. I like to think of myself as having a solid five inches of hard cock, but the truth is that it\u2019s closer to four and a half. Even though it\u2019s not as long or as thick as I\u2019d like, I\u2019m still pretty happy with it. It\u2019s a good looking cock, if I do say so myself, and it has the added benefit that Irene can easily get the whole thing in her mouth when my birthday rolls around.<\/p>\n

The problem was we hadn\u2019t had sex in almost two months, and my birthday was half a year away.<\/p>\n

I looked down at my cock and felt like shit. I had it gripped in my hand, the tip of the head barely peeking out of my fist. My cum had welled up and some spilled down my knuckles. Porn has increasingly been my only outlet \u2013 my shameful mistress. Irene will sometimes let me jerk off to her tits or ass, but she hasn\u2019t even been in the mood for that lately. I was a bad husband. I wasn\u2019t satisfying my wife, which meant she didn\u2019t feel the desire to satisfy me. I needed to do something.<\/p>\n

The next day I was a little late getting home from work after making a stop at a specialty store. I was excited and nervous. I couldn\u2019t wait for Irene to put the k\u00efds to bed. I waited a half an hour to make sure no one was getting up for a drink of water or hearing monsters under the bed. I went and got the item I\u2019d picked up on the way home.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a surprise for you,\u201d I said with an upbeat note in my voice.<\/p>\n

Irene looked up from her book with a smile. \u201cA surprise? What\u2019s the occasion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo occasion.\u201d I shrugged. \u201cJust thinking of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took the item out from behind my back and presented it to her. A big, rubber, flesh-colored, nine-inch dong complete with balls. She looked confused at first, then busted out laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOscar, what the hell is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does it look like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks like some kind of joke.\u201d She shook her head and put her reading glasses back on, still chuckling. \u201cWhat were you thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019d suggested we introduce toys into our lovemaking several times over the years, but she\u2019d always dismissed the idea out of hand. I\u2019d always been disappointed that she wouldn\u2019t even give it a try.
When I asked her why she was so opposed to it, she said she would feel foolish having sex with a piece of plastic. Besides, she argued, she was a married woman and had no need to masturbate, with or without me participating.<\/p>\n

I suddenly felt pretty stupid standing there holding a giant dick in my hands. I thought that maybe if I took the initiative that she would meet me halfway. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I was thinking that maybe this would be something you might want. You know\u2026something you can\u2019t get with me\u2026\u201d I sounded more pathetic than I wanted to.<\/p>\n

She sighed and set her book down. \u201cHonestly, Oscar, do we have to go over this again? I\u2019m perfectly happy with you. I love you because of you, not because of what you have in your pants.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cSure, I know that, but I thought this could be fun for you.\u201d My mouth had gone dry for some reason. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026it\u2019s just that you don\u2019t seem really all that interested in sex lately, so\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you thought since I wasn\u2019t interested in sex with you that I would be with this thing?\u201d She gave me a look that was half pitying and half apologetic. She took off her glasses and this time set them on the nightstand with her book. \u201cGet rid of that ridiculous monstrosity, take off your clothes, and come get in bed with me, you silly little man.\u201d<\/p>\n

I tossed the dildo in my dresser drawer, and stripped as she turned off the light. I know she was only doing this because she felt sorry for me, but I wasn\u2019t about to pass up a chance to get into her pussy. My dick was hard even before I was done undressing. I quickly climbed under the covers, got on top of her, and started kissing her breasts. Even when she wasn\u2019t all that horny, it was pretty easy to get her wet. I gave it the minimum amount of time I thought I could get away with, and took aim in the dark with my cock. Her hand reached down to guide me\u2026I thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney\u2026aren\u2019t you forgetting something?\u201d<\/p>\n

Damn. I was hoping to get one by her. I fumbled into the top drawer of her nightstand and felt around until I found my quarry. After a little more fumbling in the dark, I got the condom on. I\u2019d lost this argument years ago, so there was no point trying to make a case now. I got the rubber on, got back into position, and slipped inside my wife. So sweet.<\/p>\n

I came in about a minute, but was still plenty hard enough to keep going. After another minute she let out a moan. \u201cMmm, I needed that. Thank you, darling.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGod, you are so sexy. I want to get you off again.\u201d I continued pumping into her. After a few moments, she patted me on the shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, honey, I\u2019m good. You already took care of me, and I don\u2019t want the condom to slip off and make a mess.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was very nice, but you\u2019ve worn me out. You must be tired, too.\u201d <\/p>\n

I would have been happy to go all night if she only wanted to, but I got the hint. We were done. I went to the bathroom, pulled off the rubber and wrapped it in toilet paper before putting it in the wastebasket, as per her standing instructions. She said the sight of my semen gave her the heebie-jeebies, and seeing it in a used condom make her nauseous. By the time I finished cleaning up and got back into bed, she was asle\u00ebp. <\/p>\n

Well, at least I broke our dry spell, so that was something.<\/p>\n

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A couple days after my abortive attempt to find a way to rev up my wife\u2019s sex drive, I was on my way to work and realized I\u2019d forgotten my cell phone. I turned around and returned home. I popped in and found it on the kitchen table. I was about to head back out when I heard a sound that set the hairs at the back of my neck on end. <\/p>\n

I quietly moved into the living room and listened. I heard it again and this time there was no doubt it was Irene moaning. She was having an affair!<\/p>\n

Damn, I hadn\u2019t been gone more than twenty minutes and she already had some other guy in the sack. I was angry, and scared, and sick to my stomach, but I had to confront her. There was more moaning as I silently climbed the stairs. Halfway up I was disturbed to notice that I was getting hard.<\/p>\n

How could I be getting an erection at the prospect of my wife fucking another man in our bed? It was beyond insane. I chalked it up to adrenaline and kept going. I paused in the hallway. She hadn\u2019t even bothered to close the door. No wonder I could hear her from downstairs. The sounds of sex were unmistakable.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes,\u201d my wife moaned. \u201cFuck me! Fuck me with that huge cock! No one has ever filled my pussy like this before\u2026uhhhh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Shit, I knew it. No wonder she didn\u2019t want to have sex with me lately. Who knows how long she\u2019d been getting laid by this asshole. <\/p>\n

\u201cGod, you\u2019re so big. I can barely feel it when my husband fucks me. Ahh! You\u2019re what I need! Give it to me! Give me that big fucking cock! Uhhhh!\u201d<\/p>\n

Holy fuck, I\u2019d never heard her talk like that, or make those sounds. I felt crushed by the things she was saying, and yet I was harder than ever. I was only torturing myself, but I had to at least see who the guy fucking my wife in my own bed was. I leaned around the corner, ready to run away if he spotted me. I was stunned by what I saw.<\/p>\n

There was my wife \u2013 my borderline sexless bride \u2013 naked, legs in the air, mid-orgasm, and\u2026alone.<\/p>\n

She was gripping the rubber dong I had bought with both hands and ramming it into her pussy. I blinked, then blinked again, but there it was right in front of me. The woman who was contemptuous of sex toys, the woman who had assured me a thousand times that my cock was enough for her, the woman who barely made a sound when I made love to her was completely losing her mind over a big bleeping hunk of rubber.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with that huge cock! Make me cum!\u201d<\/p>\n

She bounced and twisted and apparently had one hell of an orgasm while I secretly watched. It was unlike anything I\u2019d ever seen. Her legs dropped and she was laughing with gratified joy. I backed away before she looked up and caught me spying on her. I crept downstairs, my head spinning with the meaning of it all. As I was wondering if I should pretend I just came in and see what she did, I heard her start up again. She never fucked me twice. I was heartbroken, but at the same time turned on like never before. I pulled my cock out right there at the bottom of the stairs and listened. I started beating off like crazy to the sounds of my loving, but otherwise frigid, wife fucking herself with an intensity I didn\u2019t think she was capable of. <\/p>\n

I blew my load all over the carpet steps right when she started having her second orgasm, which might have been even louder than the first. The whole time she kept begging her fantasy man to fuck her harder with his huge cock. I wiped myself off with a paper towel in the kitchen and slipped out. <\/p>\n

I don\u2019t even remember the drive to work. The whole morning went by without me even noticing. I couldn\u2019t taste my lunch, and the afternoon was as much of a blur as the morning. My mind was obsessed with what I had witnessed. The things I saw and heard didn\u2019t make sense. That wasn\u2019t the woman I had come to know after all these years. How could that be my wife? How could that be my Irene? What was going on?<\/p>\n

Yes, I bought the toy because I wanted her to be more sexually fulfilled, but I wanted to be included. Maybe she was just trying it out for the first time, I reasoned. Maybe she\u2019ll tell me about how she used the dildo after she puts the k\u00efds to bed tonight. This could still all work out. Perhaps my plan will pay off after all.<\/p>\n

I got home and Irene was in a very cheerful mood. She kissed me on the cheek when I came in and asked about my day. This wasn\u2019t unprecedented, but it had become increasingly unusual. Most days she was exhausted after errands, housework, and dealing with the k\u00efds. Come to think of it, she\u2019d been like this the past couple days. Ever since the day after I bought the big dong. It clicked that this morning wasn\u2019t the first time she\u2019d tried it on for size.<\/p>\n

Later that night, I waited patiently for her to mention something, but she didn\u2019t say a word. While she was in the bathroom taking off her makeup, I checked my drawer. The dildo was there just as I\u2019d left it. I hinted around about her good mood, and she said it was probably the new B12 vitamins she was taking. I ran my hand up her leg as I kissed her goodnight. I was expecting the usual excuse or silent brush off, but to my surprise she responded to my advance.<\/p>\n

Irene opened her legs as my hand reached her hip in an obvious invitation. I rubbed her pussy through her panties, then worked the crotch aside and fingered her soft flesh. She had been wet before I started and only got wetter at my touch.<\/p>\n

\u201cEat me,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I said like a dope.<\/p>\n

\u201cEat my pussy, Oscar. Make me cum with your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hot damn! I couldn\u2019t remember her ever asking for that. Of course, we\u2019d done it plenty of times before \u2013 I always went down on her whenever I could \u2013 but she\u2019d never come right out and asked for it. I went right to work before she could change her mind. I went wild on her and she was loving it. I could tell because her body was actually moving. Normally she lies pretty still until right at the end, then it\u2019s only a little turn of her hips when she cums. But this time it was like she was fucking my face. I loved it! <\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t sound as excited as she had that morning, but there were a few extra moans in there than I\u2019m used to hearing, and I had no doubt they were genuine. <\/p>\n

I made my wife cum, grabbed a condom, and fucked her without waiting for permission. She didn\u2019t resist at all. It didn\u2019t take long for me to shoot my wad into the rubber. After another minute it became clear that I wasn\u2019t going to make her cum with my dick. How could I after she\u2019d been reaming her pussy with that monster cock all day? But, at least we\u2019d both gotten off.<\/p>\n

She was awake when I came back from the bathroom. We cuddled for a bit before she turned and drifted off. I wasn\u2019t able to fall asle\u00ebp. The idea that this sexual dynamo of a woman was lying right next to me, and the full potential of her erotic energy was beyond my grasp was so damn frustrating. Don\u2019t get me wrong, what had just happened was great, fantastic even, but it wasn\u2019t close to being in the same ballpark as what I\u2019d seen earlier with the dildo.<\/p>\n

I wanted to be mad at her, maybe even resentful, but I couldn\u2019t find it in me. It was exciting to know what she was capable of. I\u2019d glimpsed a kind of carnal passion that I never suspected she possessed. She\u2019d always claimed to enjoy sex, but she never gave any evidence that she craved it. At least not with me. Hmm, maybe that was the key.<\/p>\n

I had an idea. It might have been the worst idea I\u2019d ever had, or the best. I had no way to judge it objectively. I convinced myself it would be a horribly stupid thing to do, but I also had to acknowledge that it might be just what was needed. I wanted Irene to be satisfied. I loved her and wanted her to be happy. I didn\u2019t think she was necessarily unhappy, but there was definitely room for improvement. I agonized over it for days, then finally gave in. I had to let her know about the loathsome fantasy I\u2019d been harboring for most of our marriage and let the chips fall where they may.<\/p>\n

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\u201cIrene, I have something I want to talk to you about.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was sitting on the side of the bed rubbing lotion onto her hands and arms. \u201cOh? Sounds serious.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I guess maybe it is.\u201d My stomach started knotting up and I was about to bail. She smiled expectantly and I went ahead. \u201cI wanted to run something by you and see what you thought. Please don\u2019t make a snap judgement. Just hear me out and consider what I\u2019m saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

She capped her lotion, put it away, then turned and gave me her full attention. Her smile faded and was replaced by a furrowed brow. \u201cI\u2019m listening.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you so much, and you know I\u2019d do anything to make you happy.\u201d I swallowed hard and tried to focus. \u201cYou say everything is fine, and I believe you to a certain extent, but it\u2019s not as good as it could be\u2026for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOscar, is this about our sex life again? What is going on with you lately?\u201d She tried to suppress her exasperation with me. \u201cDidn\u2019t we have a nice time just the other night?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! That was wonderful. And I think we can have more of that. And it can be better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything is fine the way it is, sweetheart. I wish you would stop getting so worked up over it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou keep saying everything is fine, but you deserve more than \u2018fine.\u2019 You deserve amazing, fantastic, wild, out of this world.\u201d <\/p>\n

She gave a small laugh at my exuberance. \u201cI\u2019m not looking for out of this world. I\u2019m okay with my world right where it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, but hear me out.\u201d I took a deep breath, making myself a little lightheaded, and put my cards on the table. \u201cFor a long time now I\u2019ve had this fantasy. I want to tell you about it, but I need you to understand where I\u2019m coming from\u201d<\/p>\n

She arched an eyebrow and let me continue.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have this fantasy about you with another man.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time she laughed right out loud. I think she was more surprised that anything, but it still stung a little. \u201cYou know I\u2019d never cheat on you, Oscar, don\u2019t be silly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that. You\u2019re not cheating, I know that you\u2019re with another guy and I\u2019m okay with it. In the fantasy, you\u2019re having sex with a man who can satisfy you sexually the way that I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is nuts. You realize that, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe, but it\u2019s what I think about.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave me a sideways glance. \u201cAnd this is something you masturbate to?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, feeling a tinge of shame. <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d have thought you\u2019d find something better to jerk off over with all the porn out there at your fingertips instead of fantasizing about your own wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not just about you, but more about you having really good sex. I imagine you being with a guy that can excite you into going crazy and having screaming orgasms. Someone with a big penis who can fill you up the way that I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t say anything right away, and even might have looked a little guilty after hearing that. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew how much she liked fucking that huge dildo, so she had to be wondering what it would be like to have a real dick that size inside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, well, that\u2019s your fantasy. Why are you telling me about this now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou see, I got that sex toy partly for that reason. But I realized that wasn\u2019t going far enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was unnecessary, is what it was.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t bother contradicting her based on what I knew to be the truth. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t far enough because what you need is a real man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOscar, what are you trying to say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gut check time.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m saying I want you find a man who can give you what I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want us to split up? Is that what you\u2019re saying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No! Not at all. I love you and I love being married to you, but I know I\u2019m not enough. You need more.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2026\u201d She trailed off, confused and unsure of what to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, I get it. I\u2019m not upset, it\u2019s just what it is. We have a great life together, and you\u2019re a perfect wife and a wonderful mother, but you\u2019re missing out on something and it\u2019s not fair to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd me being with another man would be fair to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, in a way it would. Look, it\u2019s not about a relationship, it\u2019s just about sex. You wouldn\u2019t have to give up anything that we have. All it would be is adding what\u2019s missing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just want to make sure I\u2019m absolutely understanding this. You want me to fuck another man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne with a big penis.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s your fantasy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPart of it, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you expect me to make it a reality.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t say expect. I want it to be something that you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s not. It most certainly is not. I can tell you that right now. After all these years I would have thought you\u2019d know me better than that. Sex is nothing without love. I don\u2019t want to have sex with a man just because he has a penis. Hell, every stupid guy on the planet has a dick, for God\u2019s sake. I have sex with you because I love you, and that\u2019s all there is to it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was worried it might go this way. She was getting angrier the more she processed what I was proposing.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I\u2019m not saying this to upset you. I want to make things better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I suppose you want to watch, is that it? You want to watch me fuck some other guy, and what? Jerk off?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Not really, no. If that\u2019s what you wanted, yes, but it wouldn\u2019t have to be like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are unbelievable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would be a way for us to both get something we want. That\u2019s all. I think our marriage is strong enough that we can do this and make it even stronger. We have everything else, and we can have this, too. You can get the kind of pleasure you want, and I\u2019d be happy for you to get it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was quiet for a long time, unable to look at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what to say. My husband wants me to fuck around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBelieve me, if I could give you what you want \u2013 what I know you really need \u2013 then I would never have suggested this. But I know what I am, and I know what I\u2019m not. I\u2019m not the guy you\u2019re madly desperate to have sex with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNews flash. No woman that\u2019s been married as long as me is madly desperate to fuck her husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you and I both know it was never like that for us. Not even in the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was choked up, but refused to cry.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think maybe it would be best if you slept in the guest room tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knew that tone, and it meant the conversation was over. I got my pajamas and skulked downstairs. I\u2019d laid my cards out, and I\u2019d lost. I had no idea how much damage I\u2019d done. It might be weeks, or months, before the full impact was realized. My best case scenario was that eventually she\u2019d forget about all this and things would go back to the way they were. I\u2019m sure I\u2019d lost a certain amount of her respect that I\u2019d never regain, but I\u2019d accepted that risk going into it. <\/p>\n

Nothing to do about it now except feel like a bag of shit for a while and try to move on.<\/p>\n

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It was a tense week following our \u201ctalk.\u201d I got the silent treatment for the first couple days, then graduated to terse statements of necessary communication. During this time I couldn\u2019t help but check the dildo in my drawer. It had obviously been moved. She was no longer taking care to put it back exactly as it was. I wasn\u2019t sure what that could mean.<\/p>\n

After five nights in the guest room, she let me back into our bed. It was uncomfortable, but it gave me hope that things were improving little by little. It was a few nights later, a good while after she had clicked off the lights and turned her back to me, when she finally said something.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou awake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been thinking a lot about what you said.\u201d She remained facing away as she spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d I had the urge to apologize immediately, but something in her voice held me back.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe you\u2019re right. Maybe I do deserve something more.\u201d<\/p>\n

The knot was back in my stomach. It had been my idea, but the possibility that she might accept it was another thing entirely. <\/p>\n

\u201cYou do,\u201d I said softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI owe it to myself to at least find out if you have a point.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stayed quiet. I didn\u2019t know if I was more excited or more scared. More scared, I decided.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do love you. I honestly don\u2019t know why sometimes, but I do. And I am happy with the life we have together. But, you\u2019re right\u2026about the sex. Yes, it\u2019s fine, but it could be better. A lot better.\u201d<\/p>\n

That hurt, but it wasn\u2019t anything I didn\u2019t already know. It was good to hear her at least admit it, but that didn\u2019t make it easy to hear.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s someone I have in mind. If he agrees, which I\u2019m not sure he will, then I\u2019m going to fuck him. I\u2019ll go out, meet him at a hotel, and fuck him.\u201d She waited for a response.<\/p>\n

This was what I wanted. It\u2019s what I asked for. There was no way for me to back out now. After putting her through what must have been a week of mental and emotional turmoil, it would be impossible to rescind the offer. And maybe I didn\u2019t want to.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d was all I could muster.<\/p>\n

She turned around to face me in the dark. \u201cI\u2019m serious. You understand that, right? I\u2019m going to cheat on you. With another man. Someone else\u2019s cock in your wife\u2019s pussy. Are you really going to be able to handle that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be cheating,\u201d I offered meekly. I knew that wasn\u2019t good enough. \u201cI do understand. And I do think I can handle it. If it makes you happy in the end, then I can definitely handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you honestly believe this will make you happy. Or is it nothing more than the fulfillment of whatever perverted fantasy you\u2019ve been jerking off to all these years?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I guess it\u2019s agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

She hovered over me in the dark for several long seconds before turning away, punching up her pillow, and settling in.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut only one other thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her annoyed sigh was followed by, \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to tell me about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t I just tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I mean the details\u2026after you do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sat back up. I could almost hear her shaking her head. \u201cDetails?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout the sex. What you do with him. How it makes you feel. That sort of thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd while I\u2019m sharing all these details, you\u2019ll be doing what? Jacking off? Is that the idea?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to flat out say yes, but I couldn\u2019t. \u201cNot if you don\u2019t want me to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo then you\u2019ll just wait and beat off after I\u2019m asle\u00ebp and cum in the bathroom sink like a degenerate?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knew another bit of her respect for me had just been chipped away, but it would all be for nothing if I didn\u2019t at least get that out of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cPeople always say you shouldn\u2019t keep secrets from your spouse. Those people have no idea what they\u2019re talking about. Some secrets should stay that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, she lay back down. A long time passed and I could tell she wasn\u2019t sle\u00ebping. I\u2019m sure she knew I wasn\u2019t either. I considered sliding my hand up her thigh, but I was more than certain it would be met with a harsh rejection. <\/p>\n

Nothing to do now but wait and see if I had ruined my marriage.<\/p>\n

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The knots were there once more. Deep in my gut. Double strength.<\/p>\n

Irene had sent the k\u00efds to stay with her parents that night. I had spent the longest evening of my life alone in the house, checking my phone every two minutes to see if there was a message from her. There hadn\u2019t been. It was almost 3:00 am by the time she came home.<\/p>\n

She had on the same black cocktail dress she\u2019d left in. Her legs were bare, her stockings most likely in the tote bag she carried. Her hair was mussed and there was a fading flush in her cheek. She\u2019d done it. My wife had really fucked another man.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t read her expression. She was serious, her eyes looked tired, but there was an energy to her movements that belied contained excitement.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want your details now, or in the morning?\u201d she said in a disaffected monotone.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow would be fine\u2026if you\u2019re up to it.\u201d There was that meekness again. Why couldn\u2019t I just tell her that I was dying to hear everything that instant?<\/p>\n

She went to the living room and sat in one of the overstuffed chairs. I took a seat in the center of the sofa facing toward her. <\/p>\n

\u201cI met him at the hotel bar. We had a couple drinks. I had a chardonnay and then a sea breeze. I don\u2019t know if those are the kinds of details you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged. \u201cEverything you want to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned over and began unstrapping her heels. \u201cHe\u2019s a good looking man, a couple years older than me, tall. Taller than you, obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure if she meant it as a jab at me, but that\u2019s how I took it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd better looking, too\u2026obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n

She took off one shoe and set to work on the other. \u201cHe\u2019s single, good career, nice car, and thick, full hair.\u201d<\/p>\n

I still had plenty of hair, though there were signs of thinning up top. This guy sounded like he had it all.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone you knew, I assume.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. I\u2019ve known him for a while, but he only recently let me know he had an interest in me. Of course I hadn\u2019t encouraged anything or led him on in anyway. But then you came along with your big idea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is his name?\u201d<\/p>\n

She kicked off her other shoe, sat back and crossed her bare legs. \u201cWe went up to the room. King-sized bed. We kissed. He\u2019s a good kisser.\u201d She got a wistful look in her eye. \u201cVery good. Our hands were all over each other. I wasn\u2019t sure I could go through with it until that moment. When he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, I knew I had to have it.\u201d She bounced her foot, looking across at me. \u201cI\u2019d never felt that with anyone before.\u201d<\/p>\n

The knots twisted, but I was aching to hear more. \u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I went to freshen up. I changed into the negligee I had in my bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bought lingerie?\u201d The only time I\u2019d seen her wear a negligee was on our wedding night and that was it. I guess this evening was a sort of consummation for her as well.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did.\u201d She didn\u2019t offer to show it to me. \u201cWhen I came out he was in just a pair of tight boxer briefs. I\u2019d never known a man could look so sexy. We kissed some more, and ended up on the bed.\u201d Her fingers toyed with the spaghetti strap of her dress. \u201cI thought it would be awkward, but it really wasn\u2019t. It was like we each intuitively understood just how the other would respond. He understood what I wanted and knew how to give it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLights were off?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn.\u201d She knew that would get me. It was strictly lights off when we made love. \u201cI wanted to see him. And I wanted him to see me. It was all very sensual. We were touching each other everywhere. God, I was so wet. I couldn\u2019t wait for it any longer, so I pulled his shorts down so I could get at his cock.\u201d Her tongue ran over the edges of her teeth as she stared my way with a glazed expression. I knew she was seeing him, not me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd\u2026?<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd, what?\u201d Her eyes focused. \u201cYou want to know if he was big? Did he have a bigger penis than you? How could he not?\u201d She nodded, getting that faraway look again. \u201cIt was big. Pretty close to that silly sex toy you brought home the other week. Maybe a little thicker around. It was magnificent.\u201d<\/p>\n

The truth of it was painful and impossibly arousing. \u201cGood\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo much more than good.\u201d Irene shifted in her seat, crossing her legs the other way. I caught the briefest glimpse of thigh and it gave me a thrill. It was like she was a different woman, not the wife I\u2019d been with for so many years. \u201cAs soon as I could, I went down on him. I sucked his cock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas it his birthday?\u201d I regretted the lame attempt at a joke as soon as I\u2019d uttered it.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but I didn\u2019t care,\u201d she said pointedly. \u201cI opened wide and took as much of it as I could \u2013 which wasn\u2019t much at all really. I\u2019m so used to fitting your whole prick in my mouth, I really didn\u2019t know what to do with his. I sucked the head and could only get my lips around the top of his shaft, so I had to use my hand for the rest of it. My jaw is still sore, but I\u2019d do it again in a heartbeat.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was really struggling. My dick was hard and bent uncomfortably in my pants. I didn\u2019t dare adjust it. I didn\u2019t want to do anything to put her off telling me what happened.<\/p>\n

\u201cLuckily, he was just as eager to get at my pussy as I\u2019d been to get at his cock. He grabbed me, flipped me over, and buried his face in me from behind. He went at it right through my panties, then ripped them off and shoved his tongue in me.\u201d She reached into her bag. \u201cAnd I mean that literally.\u201d She tossed a mess of red lace onto the coffee table in front of me. <\/p>\n

It landed on our daughter\u2019s picture book about the baby elephant who was too big to play with the other an\u00efmals. I lifted it up and saw that it had indeed been ripped at the gusset and waist. I\u2019d probably hurt myself if I tried something like that.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get you a new pair,\u201d I offered mildly.<\/p>\n

She scoffed and shook her head with a patronizing smile. \u201cHe ate my pussy like an an\u00efmal. Like he\u2019d been dying for it all his life. Sucked my clit, tongued fucked me, even licked my ass. It was incredible. I came so fast it made me mad. I wanted it to last\u2026to go on and on.\u201d<\/p>\n

The jealousy flared up. Irene never let me anywhere near her ass, aside from rubbing or squeezing her butt cheeks a little. Ten minutes in and this stud was already being given full access to my wife\u2019s asshole. It was hard to hate a guy I didn\u2019t even know and yet envied more than anyone on the planet.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you really liked it, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s an understatement if I ever heard one. Yeah, I liked it. I loved it.\u201d Her nipples were stiff by then and showing through her dress. Her fingers shifted down to brush across the silky black fabric over one of those telling points. \u201cI suppose your prick is hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, yes.\u201d No point in trying to deny it.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake it out,\u201d she said, looking me in the eye. \u201cGo ahead. I know you want to.\u201d<\/p>\n

She waited while I pulled it out. She saw my dick and smiled the way you\u2019d smile when seeing an adorable little kitten. It was humiliating, but I was helpless to do anything about it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be shy, Oscar. Go ahead and stroke it. There you go.\u201d She watched with amusement as I held my shaft between my thumb and first two fingers and worked it up and down. \u201cAfter he made me cum with his mouth, he turned me over and spread my legs. He was so strong. It was frightening to be under the control of a man with that kind of power, but exciting like I couldn\u2019t have imagined.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could picture this guy manhandling my woman. I could never do that for her, but I was glad she was able to feel what it was like. To finally know what it\u2019s like to be with a real man for once.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was on top of me, kissing my lips, his hand on my breast.\u201d She grabbed her own tit as she describe it. I stroked a little faster. \u201cNext thing I knew he was going inside me. It was only the tip at first, and only then did it hit me that it was really going to happen. I was about to get fucked by another man. A man who wasn\u2019t my husband. A man who wasn\u2019t you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGod, Irene, keep going,\u201d I begged.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe pushed into me nice and slow. I could feel every inch of him filling me up, stretching my pussy wide. It wasn\u2019t anything like you. With you, it\u2019s like putting in a finger or a tampon. I was finding out what it was like to have an honest to God cock inside me. It was better than I dreamed.\u201d<\/p>\n

I f0rced myself to slow down. I was on the edge already, and only seconds away from the point of no return. I was already pathetic enough without prematurely ejaculating while jacking off in front of my wife. But she certainly wasn\u2019t going to make holding off any easier.<\/p>\n

As Irene continued her story, she pulled her dress up to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. She must have done that this afternoon, because it hadn\u2019t looked like that when I saw her coming out of the shower yesterday. She spread her legs and began touching herself. I guess she no longer felt the need to keep up the pretense that married women didn\u2019t need to masturbate.<\/p>\n

I was absolutely losing my mind. I\u2019d pleaded with her so many times to finger herself for me and she\u2019d always refused. Now she was going at it without so much as a word from me. Her sex drive was off the charts compared with where it had been the whole time I\u2019d known her. My big idea was already paying serious dividends.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe went all the way in. As far as he could go. And his whole cock wasn\u2019t even inside me. Then he started to fuck me. Nice and slow. Letting me get used to it. Stretching my hole. It hurt, but in a good way. He was so fucking hard, Oscar, you don\u2019t even know.\u201d<\/p>\n

She had two fingers in her pussy and added a third. I wasn\u2019t going to be able to last much longer. \u201cYou fucked his big cock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did. Oh God, did I ever. He pumped his cock into me and made me cum. I came so hard everyone on the eighth floor of the hotel probably heard me. But he didn\u2019t cum. Not yet. He\u2019s nothing like you, honey. He doesn\u2019t lose it and shoot his load in the first minute.\u201d With her free hand, she grasped the neckline of her dress and tugged it down, exposing her heavy C-cup breasts. They had developed into D\u2019s while she was pregnant with each of the k\u00efds, and only lost a little of their heft afterward. Her dark nipples were thick, protruding like tiny pillars of desire from the tips of her breasts. She tugged at them enthusiastically now that they were exposed. Yet another thing I\u2019d never been privileged to see before.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe rolled over and pulled me on top. His cock never left my pussy. I rode him like that, taking as much of him as I could. We were in perfect rhythm. He knew exactly how to move with me. His hands held my waist as I fucked him. I came twice more like that. I couldn\u2019t believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n

We were going at ourselves pretty good. Irene was slumped low in the chair, I was at the edge of the sofa leaning toward her, wanting to vault across the coffee table and kneel at her pussy like an unworthy penitent. My wife had never been more sexy than she was at that moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told him he could cum in my pussy. I didn\u2019t even care, I wanted it so bad. But he said he wanted to cum in my mouth. I got off him right away and started sucking him again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter he was inside you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! I could taste my pussy all over his cock. I loved it so much. God, I\u2019m such a fucking slut.\u201d She was getting close. \u201cI sucked him and I jerked him and I licked his balls and he came. He came on my face and in my mouth. Look here, there\u2019s still some in my hair. Oscar, he came so much! At least three times more than anything you ever have. I couldn\u2019t get enough of it. I sucked him clean, then licked it up from everywhere else. I swallowed it all, Oscar. I ate his fucking cum!\u201d<\/p>\n

At that point she screamed and started cumming herself. I had no choice and started shooting my wad. Thin jets of jism squirted into the air, arcing over the coffee table and landing on the carpet near my wife\u2019s bare feet. The next few squirts landed on her ruined panties and my daughter\u2019s picture book. I kept stroking after the last of it was spent. My wife was still going and gave herself a second orgasm within moments of the first. Yet another first in my experience. With me she was barely orgasmic, but after one night with another guy she was multi-orgasmic.<\/p>\n

She lay motionless in the chair, eyes closed, chest heaving. I remained leaning forward, staring at the pussy that had so recently been wrapped around another man\u2019s cock. A cock that was magnitudes larger than my own. I\u2019d never seen my wife look so damned satisfied. There were conflicting feelings, no getting around that, but just then I was more than happy. No matter what happened after this, I knew I\u2019d indirectly been able to give my wife something she needed. Something that had finally made her feel like a complete woman. <\/p>\n

This hadn\u2019t been sex that she had to simply tolerate, or make excuses for. She\u2019d had the kind of raw sex she\u2019d secretly fantasized about but would never admit to. Irene knew there was no way I could make those fantasies real for her, so she chose not to burden me with them. She protected me from feeling inadequate, but little did she know that was strangely a part of the turn on for me.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t pretend to know what kind of sick psychology made me that way, but I was more in love with my wife now that she\u2019d committed adultery with a better hung, handsomer, stronger man than I could ever be. Now all I had to do was pray that she wasn\u2019t lying about how much she really loved me.<\/p>\n

Irene stirred and considered me through half-lidded eyes. \u201cFuck, that felt good.\u201d With a great effort she sat up. \u201cOscar, are you okay?\u201d <\/p>\n

I actually thought about it before I answered. \u201cI am. I really am. More than okay, in fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have more to talk about, but if I don\u2019t get into bed in the next thirty seconds I\u2019m going to pass out right here.\u201d <\/p>\n

She stood and shuffled toward the stairs on unsteady legs. I tucked myself away and began cleaning my mess up. Irene paused on the first step and looked back at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, one small detail I left out. The man I was with tonight\u2026it was Chet. My br\u00f6ther.\u201d<\/p>\n

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