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Chapter one: The bar
I am driving my pickup on the way home from downtown Albuquerque. My beautiful wife of over fifteen years sits beside me with her arms crossed, her body stiff, jaw set like granite. The way she is dressed, so hot and sexy, would get the attention of anyone who looked in her direction. Well, actually, she has already received plenty of attention tonight. The reason she is pissed is because I stopped it.
Let us back up a moment.
My wife (Anna) and I (Roy) have agreed to having a cuckold-hot wife arrangement. She agreed to fuck another man for me. The idea of her being pleasured by another man has always made me so unbelievably hot that I cannot put it into words. I can almost cum in my pants just thinking about hearing her moans of pleasure while another man is taking her.
We have talked about it in bed while we are making love.
We decided that, if we are going to have a cuckold-hotwife arrangement then, there must be some rules or guidelines to follow so nothing gets out of hand.
My non-negotiable rules were:
1. Anna is not to become pregnant with anyone but me.
2. Anna is never to lie, mislead or otherwise evade the truth, even to spare my feelings.
3. Anna is never to deny me her charms as a result of being pleasured by others.
She accepted my rules and added a few herself:
4. Roy is to stay completely faithful.
5. Roy is not her pimp and is not to choose men for her.
6. Roy is not to interrupt her choosing the men in any way, unless he sees danger that she does not.
This brings up the issue of the safe word, Purse, and the reason she is so mad at me right now.
As we drive the six miles from the motel to our house, I find the silence is deafening. I try to engage her and justify what I did by saying. “He was signaling to a man at the bar. I didn’t know if he was planning on gang raping you.”
She turns and spits out in frustration: “It was his roommate. He was letting him know we needed the room for an hour or two. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I am so, so, so sorry baby. I had no idea. I just saw him signaling.”
The rest of the trip was in silence. We pulled into the garage and she barreled into the house. I found her beautiful dress ripped in the hallway, her pumps thrown across the living room, stockings on the staircase and her bra in front of the locked door to our bedroom.
I paid the babysitter and, since she was only thirteen, I escorted her on the two block walk to her home. During the walk she asked me what had gotten Anna so upset. I told her that it was me, and that I had screwed up, big.
I returned and found the bedroom door still locked. Now, in fifteen years of marriage, I had never slept on the couch. It would have only taken a screwdriver and a few seconds to open the door but I just left her and, for the first time, I slept on the sofa. How degrading.
All right, so you really want the details of the night and what made Anna so upset? Shit. Ok, ok, I will share them with you. As if I haven’t suffered enough humiliation already.
We went to a bar at a motel that caters for a lot of out of town conventions. Anna went into the bar ten minutes before I entered. She was wearing a blue dress with a hemline that ended halfway up her thighs. It had a low cut neckline showing the finest cleavage in Albuquerque, with her beautiful C cups enhanced by a push-up bra. Her breasts do have a little sag, due to breast feeding our son, but they are real make no mistake, and I never get tired of playing with them. She was wearing stockings and fuck me pumps that accentuated her beautiful legs. Her face was made up like a professional did it, with ruby red lips, cheeks with pink blush and a little blue eye shadow. Even though she is forty she looked only twenty-five. I know that every head had to have turned when she walked in
When I entered the bar, Anna had already found a man that she was attracted to and was obviously flirting with. She glanced around and I knew that she had seen me, although she did not make it obvious. I watched them for a few minutes and could see her talking though I didn’t know what she was saying. They laughed a few times., then things got sort of serious for a moment or two as she got close to share something private. He nodded his head and sat back.
I knew what was going to happen next as it was something that we had discussed. Anna did not want a man with a small dick, as mine is well above average, and she needed to know what she had to deal with before going any further.
She reached into his lap and felt for his cock. She smiled at him in approval and leant in and kissed him on the mouth, a gesture that he returned. I watched him take a stab at second base. Anna let him steal it gladly.
As I watched a strange man fondle my wife’s breasts while she stroked his cock through his clothing, my emotions were in turmoil. My heart felt like it was trying to rip out of my chest and my stomach was churning but, at the same time, my cock was so hard that it almost tore through my pants.
The next few seconds were critical. If she dropped her purse or pulled it out, then I would know that she wanted to be rescued, and I was to move in and separate the unwilling couple. However, it didn’t take long to realize that she was enjoying it. Not only hadn’t she let go of his cock but, instead, she slowly stroked him. I could sense he was a large man, perhaps even larger than me.
He then took over and whispered something in her ear. Anna nodded her head with a big smile. He took her hand and began to stand, signaling to someone at the bar. Three men signaled back.
I took a piece of paper from my pocket as I rushed to my wife and asked, “Did this fall out of your purse?”
The scene after that was not good. He asked, “Who is this?”
She said, “My fucking husband.”
“Oh shit”, he said.
Anna turned to me and angrily spat, “What the fuck”, then she picked up her glass, threw the contents in my face and stormed out. I followed her slowly and very red-faced.
*
Chapter Two: Home
I didn’t try to talk her out of our bedroom, or to unlock the door, feeling that I deserved what I was getting. I knew that I had fucked up, so I went to the linen closet to get a blanket and pillow, then got comfortable on the couch and went to sleep.
I woke to the smell of bacon and got straight up. After dressing, I reluctantly made my way to the kitchen. She handed me a plate of pancakes and bacon and, with a mischievous smile and a tone brooking no argument said, “Here is some breakfast for you. I am going out for the day.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, looking at my son, Jess, who was eating his pancake and trying to ignore the conversation.
Anna did not answer me but, instead, she placed the dishes in the sink and ran upstairs. A short time later, she reappeared wearing a sexy summer dress, stockings and low two-inch heels. It was obvious that she was braless since her nipples were erect and protruding from her chest like bullets.
I asked again, “Where are you going?”
She turned and said, “None of your business”, and then went out the garage door, got in her car and left. Both myself and Jess were stunned.
Anna had obviously not forgiven me, so I decided to make it up to her by cleaning the house, washing the dishes and doing the laundry.
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Chapter Three: The decision
She had not returned by four pm so I decided to start dinner. As I worked, I became increasingly anxious wondering where she could be this late on a Sunday afternoon.
Dinner was on the table when I picked up the phone for the first time to call her. I hung up before the phone connected as I heard the garage door open and Anna drive in.
She came into the house as if nothing was amiss.
“Hey, you fixed dinner. Thanks”, she said as she kissed me hello. We sat and enjoyed my cooking. With all of us making light conversation, dinner was pleasant.
Jess was more than happy to go to his room the second dinner was done. Anna and I both picked up the dishes and put them in the dish washer. After dinner was cleaned up, Anna asked me to have a seat in the dining room, which I did reluctantly.
I knew I was in trouble when I sat down and she sat at the opposite end of the table.
She waited a long moment before she spoke. “He wants nude photos of me.”
“Who wants what?” I asked
“The man I am willing to cuckold you with,” she answered.
“Here is the thing. I am not going to be humiliated again like I was last night. So, either I take the lead on this or we end it right here and now.”
I was paying more attention to Anna now than ever before. She argued well and had made a good point.
Anna continued, “The choice will be yours.”
“Mine?”
“Yes yours,” she repeated.
“This is how it is going to go. I am going to give you his email address. We will compose an email to him and attach nude photos of me to it. I will put it on your cell phone and all you have to do, if you really want me to cheat on you, is send the email. Simple isn’t it?” she asked not expecting an answer.
I sat speechless with my mouth wide open. She meant this. Holy shit.
“Ok,” was all I could get out. After a few breaths, I continued. “Who is this man? What’s his name? And I have no nude photos of you.”
“His name is not for you to know. He is going to be my bull. That is all you need to know of him for now. As far as the photos, we can take some after you agree or we reach an agreement”, she said in a matter of fact voice, again brooking no argument.
I wasn’t going to change her mind, so I agreed to all she said, feeling very submissive and extremely aroused.
We waited until Jess went to bed before beginning our photo shoot. We went to the living room where I snapped 84 photos of my wife’s beautiful body. I must say I was in heaven. She had never let me take photos of her nude before. After the shoot, she went through the photos deleting all those she didn’t like. Then, together, we picked the 5 that were going to be attached to the email. After promising her that I would not post or share the other photos with another human being, she let me keep the rest. Then she composed the email. Simply put. “Here are the photos you requested. Let me know the second you get them and this body will make your dreams come true.”
A large pang of jealousy shot through me like a lightning bolt. I truly wanted to destroy the email but, at the same time, my cock was incredibly hard with the thought of sending it.
I went to Anna and kissed her. She returned the kiss. We were in our room naked before either of us could object, not that either one of us wanted to. I came twice that night. She was surprised as much as I was. But this idea was so fucking sexy.
The next morning I was up early and got breakfast ready. I was excited. Jess left for school and I had just a few moments with Anna. She warned me that I was not to take this lightly and that, if I sent that email, she was going to go to him. I nodded my head and threw my arms around her. I sat her on the counter, then moving her panties to the side, I fucked my wife. No, I did not make love. We fucked with mutual lust. I plunged into her deep and wanting. I didn’t stop until I shot my baby makers deep inside her, making sure she knew that her pussy was mine.
Monday and Tuesday weren’t so bad. I felt calm and not too stressed. We made love two times on both of those days. I told Anna jokingly, “Even if I sent the text you would be too fucked out to do anything.”
She retorted in the same no-nonsense voice she had been using every time that we mentioned it. “Don’t bet on it. If you send it, I will go to him.”
Wednesday was rough. I was tense and struggled all day thinking about the power she had placed in my hands, thinking about her being with another man. Wednesday night we made love three times. She never mentioned the email, she never asked how I was feeling, she never questioned whether I’d made a decision.
Thursday was a bitch. All I could think about was that fucking email on my phone. I tried to hide it from myself. I tried to ignore it. Nothing worked. It turned out that I had a very unproductive day. I went through all the photos that she allowed me to keep on my phone, which made me want her even more. We only made love one time. She was mine, she was all mine, and I liked that. Again, she never mentioned the email. She didn’t say a word or ask me if I had sent it or not. She had a lot of stamina. I loved that about her so much.
Friday morning came. I was at work and must have stared at the phone for three hours. At 11:46 am I pressed the send button on the phone. I immediately regretted my action. My next thought was to smash the phone or douse it in water. As I saw the email icon change from sending to sent, I realized that it was too late. I was in mental agony. It felt like all the blood had drained from my face. I was white as a ghost. I fell to my seat, realizing the magnitude of my action. My heart was pounding in my chest.
“Are you ok Roy?” my receptionist asked with deep concern in her voice as she noticed my expression.
“Yea I am fine,” I lied. “Just got some bad news, I will be fine. Give me a few moments and I will be just hunky dory.” I tried to reassure myself, and then smiled at the woman.
She didn’t believe me at all. However, she did go back to her job while continuing to watch me closely.
I picked up my phone and texted my wife, “I just sent the email”.
She texted me back in less than a minute, “I know. I have packed an overnight bag and have been taking it with me to work since Wednesday, so I will be going straight from work to him. You can call me at 4:30 if you want to chat. Love Anna.”
She knew? And she had been packed since Wednesday? What the fuck? I was both confused and hurt. I was upset. No, that’s not true at all. My cock was so hard. I was turned on as hell. Thinking of him and her together made my chest hurt, however it did not take away from my lust.
Not knowing what else to say I texted her, “I love you.”
*
Chapter Four: The cuckolding
At exactly 4:34 pm I called her.
She answered on the first ring, “I was just getting in the car. Good timing. Are you ok?”
“How are you?” I answered very nervously. My stomach was churning and my heart was pounding as I awaited her answer, knowing it wouldn’t be pleasant for me to hear.
“I am excited, a bit nervous after fifteen years of only being with one man. You can say the butterflies are in full flight. But I will be fine. I was expecting this today, or at the least tomorrow. I am glad it is today though. I was becoming a nervous wreck waiting for you.”
“Anna, you really don’t have to do this”, was all I got out.
“No Roy… dammit, I told you, you send those photos and I will go to him. Believe me, I am going to him. No cop-out. No safe word. No nothing. I am going to him and I will be having sex with him. Count on it. I gave you no reason to suspect otherwise. I was forthright and honest about the whole thing. Now, whether you are ok with it or not, this will be happening today.”
Holy shit! This was happening, and right before my ears. “Ok baby. I love you. When are you going to be home?”
“I won’t be home tonight at all. I will call or text you in the morning when I am ready to leave. Oh, by the way, I’ve arranged for Jess to have a sleepover at the home of a schoolfriend”.
My heart rolled over in my chest as I heard her say that. “All night? I wasn’t expecting you to be gone all night“, I replied.
“Yes, all night. Don’t worry though. I love you and will come home to you and tell you all about it. I am doing this as much for us as me, actually, more for us than me. I have always been happy with you. Just you. It was your idea for me to cuckold you. I am not sure if I like the idea or not, but we will find out tomorrow.”
“I love you too baby. But I am nervous as I can be. Can you at least tell me who this man is?”
She ignored my question and then she said, “I am pulling up to his house now. I have to go. He is waiting for me on the porch. I love you and will see you tomorrow. I am going to put my phone on ‘Do not disturb’ so you can text me if you want but I will probably be too busy to answer. If I get a break or something I will try. Got to go babe. Love you.” Then she hung up the phone.
I sat at my desk staring at my phone. My face was white and my cock was rock hard.
The receptionist came into my office and asked “Ok, who died? Is your wife ok? Has someone been diagnosed with cancer? Come on, tell me something here. I am worried about you.”
Shaking my head, I looked at her and said, “No nothing like that. I just made a really bad decision and now I have to live with it. It is going to be hard, but I will get through it.”
“You want to share what it is?” she asked
“No, but thank you for asking, I appreciate the concern.” As I said that I realized that I was about to go home and spend the longest night of my life without the company of my wife. In the almost fifteen years that we had been married, we had never slept apart. Holy shit, I thought to myself. What the fuck have I done? My cock was painfully hard and my emotions were coming apart. My receptionist reluctantly backed off as I finished the final tasks of the working day and prepared my mind for a long night.
Arriving home, I entered the house led by my painfully hard cock. She had been there, with him, for almost an hour by this time. I knew that they wouldn’t have waited for supper or anything. They had already made love, I was sure of it. Was he better than me? Was he bigger? Could he last longer? Would she want him and not me after today?
These thoughts suddenly made me think of people who like bondage, discipline and sadomasochism. I was almost certain, as I squeezed my enlarged cock to an unexpectedly explosive orgasm in my pants, while dealing with the pain in my chest and gut, that I was experiencing that BDSM balance between pain and pleasure. That orgasm was one of my strongest ever and it brought me to my knees. I couldn’t wait to tell Anna.
I went to the bathroom to clean up. After that, I texted her, “I love you. And want you to enjoy him as much as you can. This alone will give me great pleasure”.
She didn’t answer me for several hours. Unable to stop thinking about what was happening to my wife, I was in bed trying to distract myself by watching a movie, when the phone beeped. I grabbed it and read, ‘Potty break, been really busy, I love you too, it has been really amazing, thank you for this, I mean it, thank you so, so much. Got to go. Break is over.”
Shit. I thought to myself. My gut was churning again, my heart tightened and my cock was fully hard again. I suddenly became jealous, more jealous than I had ever been. I looked at my phone and realized that I could track her phone. I could go to her, I could break down the fucking door, get her, drag her from him and kick his fucking ass.
Then something came over me. I was so glad it did, as I suddenly remembered that my wife and I were in love. She was everything to me, and I to her. Though she was fucking another man, I knew that she was thinking of me. This reassured me. I knew now that she would come home to me. She was mine, my wife, and I would spend a lot of time in the days to come reclaiming what was mine.
I texted her again, “I love you.” And that was all, which was enough to let me sleep. Well that, four Tylenol p.m.’s and three triple shots of Jim Beam. Knocked me right out.
Chapter five: The reclamation
I woke at 6:00am. Surprisingly well. I grabbed my phone and read the text that came in at 4.00am from Anna. “I love you too,” was all she said.
I sprang up, made the bed, went downstairs and started breakfast. I didn’t cook it, I just got it ready to be cooked. I wanted to eat with her. I set the table and made the coffee. Then, once more, I was playing the waiting game. I texted her, “Good morning baby, can’t wait to see you. I love you.”
I set the table and poured my first cup of coffee when I heard the phone beep with a text. “Love you too. I will let you know when I leave. Give me a few. Love you.”
She would be home soon. Ok I could deal with that. I cleaned the kitchen and, just to stay busy, I began to do a little dusting. I had to stay busy or I would go crazy.
It was 8:32am when she called. I answered on the first ring. Then I thought I should have waited. Didn’t want to look like I have been up all night for her. “Baby, I love you everything ok?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Everything is wonderful; I have a few surprises for you. I can’t wait to see you. I am driving now so I will only be about twenty minutes. I missed you baby. “
“God, I missed you too baby doll”, I replied. “What surprises do you have for me?”
“Just some gifts I had him give to you from us. Don’t worry you will like them.”
“Any photos?” I asked
“We will see what I have for you. I promise a day to remember”, she replied. “Let me go through this traffic, I will be home in ten.” Then she hung up.
I started her pancake and poured her coffee, fixing it as she liked. I put the pancake on the table with some bacon and juice.
When I heard the sound of the garage door opening, I went to greet her. She pulled in and stopped. She got out of the car. The first thing I noticed was her well-fucked hair. The smile on her face was next and then the clothes she wore. She had a sexy top on with a short skirt, stockings and pumps. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I ever wanted to share her.
She came to me, smiling all the way and gave me a big hug. One of the best hugs I have ever gotten. We kissed and, as I deepened the kiss, I tasted him. Not just him but his seed in my wife’s mouth. I pulled back and said. “He came in your mouth?” It was a question and a statement.
“Yes, he did. Once last night and once this morning. I spit it out last night, but I swallowed it this morning. That is the first gift we have for you. What do you think?” she asked.
I shook for a moment. Then answered with another kiss, this one even deeper than the first.
“Would you like to see the next one I have for you?”
I nodded.
She smiled and took off her top. She was wearing no bra. Her perfect breasts were displayed for me. What caught my attention were the three suction bruises, one on her left breast and two on the other.
I began to kiss her breasts taking time to make sure that I kissed the bruises very thoroughly.
As I kissed them she spoke, “For the next few weeks, every time you see my tits, you will know that another man has played with and enjoyed them. What do you think of that?”
“I can smell him.” I kept kissing her breast as I continued, “Did you like him enjoying them baby?”
“Yes, I did. He took a lot of time like you do. He made me feel sexy.”
“I can’t make you feel sexy?”
“It is different. I figure you do this because you have to. I am your wife. He did it because I am a sexy woman. I know you think I am sexy too. But now I really feel sexy, and wanted.”
I kissed her mouth hard and deep. I held her to me then said into her mouth. ”Baby, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” For the first time, for some reason, I knew she believed me. This made me feel great, and her feel sexy.
“Would you like to see the other gifts I have for you?” she asked
“Of course,” I replied, hoping that my hesitation didn’t show. I was very nervous about what other gifts she had for me.
She took my hand and led me upstairs. She led me into our bedroom and brought me to the bed. From there she pulled up her skirt, not taking her eyes off me, and then lowered herself as she removed her panties. Carefully lifting each foot out of them one at a time.
I could already see the deposit of cum in the crotch of the panties. She handed them to me. I looked at them then her and asked, already knowing the answer, “He came in you?”
“Three times yesterday and once more this morning”, she answered with more information than I wanted. I carefully carried the panties to my bedside table, set them there, then went to her. I picked her up, turned her, and sat her on the bed. I laid her back, raised her legs and then spread them to reveal her cream pie pussy. It was sticky, matted and red. I could see she had a real workout yesterday and this morning. But now it was my turn. I began to take my pants off.
“What are you doing Roy?” she asked.
“Exercising my rights as your husband and lover baby doll.” I looked at her and continued, “First I am going to fuck all his cum out of my wife. Then I am going to load it with one of my loads. Then I am going to make love to my wife as only I can. In other words, my love, I am reclaiming what is mine.”
She smiled and laid back for the ride. “So, do what you must Roy. I will always be yours”
I undressed and mounted her missionary. I wasn’t a small man. My above average cock was almost as big as his, she told me later. I may not have been as thick, however, she started coming for me in moments. We fucked, we didn’t make love, we fucked for almost twenty minutes before I stopped and pulled out. I took a cloth and wiped myself. My cock covered with his cum. Then I wiped her pussy, rolled her over and took her doggy style for the next round. After over twenty minutes I pulled out and cleaned the white froth off my cock and her pussy again. Next, I took her in the scissors position, one of her favorites. After another twenty minutes, I repeated. Almost two and a half hours passed before I told her, “Now it is my turn”, and I filled her with the huge load I had been saving for her. I kissed her as I came, and she came and kissed me back. She held me with both arms as I came and came again.
We laid together as our bodies spasmed with mild convulsions. We kissed and loved each other. She was mine again. All mine.
We got up some time later and went down stars to eat the cold breakfast I had fixed. We giggled and laughed as we held hands all the way to the dining room table. I shared with her how I had thought about tracking her cell, hunting her down, breaking in and dragging her kicking and screaming back home.
Anna laughed so hard because, in the back of her mind, she thought I might have planned on doing just that. I shared the way I had a hard time sleeping and didn’t expect the overnight.
She apologized for that but knew it couldn’t be just a quickie either.
I understood that. Then I shared something that I didn’t think could happen. “Anna, baby doll”, I started to say, “I think I have fallen in love with you all over again. Nobody,” I explained, ”…nobody has ever given me such a gift. Thank you, my baby doll.”
She swooned a little and blushed. “I didn’t expect that”, she admitted. “You do know I didn’t do this just for me, though I enjoyed it greatly. I did it for us.” That’s when she handed me her phone and told me that she had photos of a lot of the night.
I got excited and begin to flip through her photos. I saw various photos of her sucking him and then fucking him in different positions. But I kept flipping until I found the one that I wanted, not the one I needed. There he was, a young man half my age. I knew he was no more than nineteen. I recognized him from when I had dropped her off or picked her up at her work, and also from a company party we went to. He was always staring at her and obviously had it bad for my wife. But I knew why. My wife is hot.
I looked at her and said with a smile. “You picked a good one.”
She just said, “I know. That’s why I married him.”
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