287 comments/ 186656 views/ 37 favorites Hypocrite or Cuckold By: StormX This is not a telling of real events. It is a work of fiction inspired by the "Cuckold Diet" by razorlyt© and "Something We Have to Talk About" by nici©. It is a story of a man grappling with the conflicting emotions caused by his wife's open infidelity, his masochistic and dominant self, his pride and basic need for fairness. ------------------------------- --------------------- Prime Characters: Steve: A middle manager in corporate America who recently celebrated his 54rd birthday. Happily married to Cindy for 24 years and father of 2 children. In his earlier days Steve had sowed his wild oats taking advantage of all the sexual freedoms created by the age of free love. He married Cindy just before he turned 30. Cindy: An educator of young minds with 3 different degrees. A fun loving young lady who matured along with her career into the role of housewife and mother. Though not a virgin when she met Steve you did not need a full hand to count all her lovers. ---------------------------------------------------- Opening my eyes, I glanced at the alarm clock and noted 10:30 a.m. glowing on the clock. Smiling softly, I pulled one of the softer pillows over my head and re-closed my eyes. Laying there in the pillow induced darkness; I thought how much I enjoyed sleeping late on a Saturday morning. It had been a hard week filled with long days that stretched into late nights. But that was work and this was my time, to sleep, relax, watch TV and to be with my Cindy. Thinking of her I could see the 130lb, 5'8" curvy girl with shoulder length brunette hair that flowed with every step she took. She had a sharply oval face and a slight chin that became so much more when she smiled. When we had first met she had definitely smiled. Back then she had been a very happy girl with breasts that were firm, proud and hard not to stare at. She was also blessed with a tight, round ass that made you want to, dam... I've got wood. Suddenly, I realized that it had been a long time since I had made love to my wife. In the early days it seemed like we made love all of the time but as the years rolled by the frequency and intensity of our play seemed to fall away, even faster than our youth. With a grin, I now knew today's goal; seduce my wife back into this bed so I could fuck her silly. My cock twitched in agreement and the image in my mind was of Cindy kneeling in front of me, sucking on my cock looking at me, just like she used to do before we got married. She was always hungry then, and could never get enough, but then again neither could I. As I absently began to stroke myself the image shifted to our first anniversary. That was the night she casually told me over dinner that she was looking forward to getting ass fucked and if I didn't take her home and pop her cherry she might have to find someone that was interested. That night, she slowly took off her clothes and climbed into our bed. She spent a long time teasing me with her lips, her hands, her hot breath and the caress of her nipples. Then without a word, she got off the bed and dropped to her knees. As I watched she leaned forward and her head disappeared. After a long second, I shifted position and saw her hands stretched out with her weight resting on her forearms; she was watching me with a smile as she pressed the right side of her face against the floor. Doing this caused her back to form the most beautiful upward moving curve, ending at her ass. As soon as my eyes focused on that firm ass, I heard tell me, it's all yours just like my heart, please be gentle with it. That was one of the best sexual moments of my life. It wasn't because of getting some anal pleasure it was because of how she offered it how she gave all of herself to me that night. God it was good. Bang.... Everything melted away with the sound of a door closing and with a sigh it was time to get up as reality was calling. Taking my morning piss I felt a little sorry that I hadn't been able to finish that little dream, especially since I haven't been in her ass or even near her asshole since that one night. Afterwards, she never told me no, but then again when it came to sex, she never actually said the word "no" to me. But the fact was all of her actions from that point on made it evident, that she didn't like my dick her butt and it would forever be off limits to me. If I went to kiss it she would immediately roll away. If I tried to tease her with a finger I found her hand intertwined with mine. As time passed and she continued to turn her ass away from a softly probing finger or tongue it became more of a mood killer than a pleasure and eventually I just stopped trying. She always told me that she enjoyed that one time immensely and I had been very gentle, but the fact is she never allowed me there again. After showering, the rest of the day consisted of cutting the lawn and cleaning the pool. However I was able make sure that Cindy and I would have the house all to ourselves tonight. Katy asked to spend the night at her friend Kiley's house and of course I agreed, but only if she didn't tell her mom. Bret agreed to stay a friend's house providing I paid for a movie and some burgers after. By 4 o'clock my chores were complete I started preparing for the night. First I made 7:30 reservations at our favorite restaurant. Then I took my second long shower of the day, taking care to shave extra close just in case she asked me to eat her pussy. God I used to love eating pussy. As my dick stiffened I couldn't help but chuckle into the empty room, "I guess I still do." The smile quickly faded as I remembered that Cindy was the only woman I had ever been with that didn't really enjoy being licked by a man. At the best of times she would allow it for a minute or two and then pull me upwards saying she needed dick in her now. At the worst she would lay there for a while and when she had enough tell me if I was enjoying it to go on, but it wasn't doing anything for her. Turning off the water, I realized that my hardness had evaporated with the steam. The princess of tonight's fairy tale finally returned from her day long shopping expedition at 5:50 with only a single Nordstrom's bag. As she headed to the bedroom with her solitary bag I followed her with two glasses of her favorite red wine. When she saw the glasses she gave one of those smiles that always made her beautiful and asked what the occasion was. I told her, "It's a surprise, but we are going out and you need to get showered and dressed for a night out with your husband. It's way over due." Her initial reaction was delayed, I think she was surprised, but when she smiled again and said softly "Yes, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" I knew she was getting excited. So when she asked me what to wear. I told her, "Something dressy, something sexy and definitely not in that order." She smiled, but for the first time I could remember, it didn't make her look beautiful. Before I could react, she rushed me out of the bedroom telling me she'd had to be left alone if we're going to be there on time. She exited our bedroom just before 7:00 and she had dressed just as I had asked. Her thick hair flowed just like it did on the first day we met. With every step she took it moved in soft waves to accent her face and skin. She wore a deep brown sleeveless dress that looped around her neck and was cut out to show a large portion of her 36C tits. The dress ended 6" above her knees and the tan stockings she wore accented her legs. To top it off she was walking on 4" stilettos which were a slightly lighter shade of brown. Tonight she was wearing a pale frosty shade of lipstick and because she seldom wore any, I knew she was going to tease me all night long. Taking her all in, I whistled softly. The 20 minute drive to the restaurant was filled with gentle touches and inconsequential talk. After a brief wait for our table the ritual of dining began and as it continued so did our flirting. She made sure that my eyes were only for her as every gentle caress of her fingers on the back of my hand, my arm, my thigh brought my eyes, my heart and lust back to her. When the waiter finally came to ask us if we would like an after dinner drink, I was a little surprised when Cindy said yes and ordered cognacs for each of us. She knows that I love a good brandy after a fine meal, but they are expensive and considering the day long build up, I was really more interested in getting her home and taking off that dress. As the waiter left, I looked at her and she smiled saying "Don't worry I've decided to go home with you tonight. " The cognacs arrived and we locked into a long deep gaze as we brought the glasses to our lips. Looking at her, inhaling the alcohol vapors I could feel her sexual need and mine answered. I couldn't wait to get home. After the first sip, she broke our mutual stare and said, "Steve, before we go home and you have your way with me, there is something I want to tell you. I had planned to do it at home with a couple of glasses of wine, but (looking around and taking another sip), this will do just fine." I don't think it was the words, maybe the way she said them. Whatever the cause, I now felt on edge something told me this was important. As a result, my soft "okay" sounded tentative even to me. I took another sip, leaned towards her and said "I'm listening." "Steve, remember how you have always tried to convince me that sex was just sex and that sex did not ever equate to love?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, I do and you always told me though you doubted that to be true even for a man, but for a woman it was definitely not true. You told me that you could never have sex if you weren't emotionally involved and committed to the person sharing your bed." "Yes that is what I have told you every time we discussed this issue. I thought you should know that you were right and I was wrong?" I was right? I was right? What does that mean? Winning this debate after all of these years should have caused a spontaneous smile to appear on my face, but it didn't. "Cindy are you going to tell me what caused you see the light?" She took another sip and said, "I will, but you have to promise not to say a word, not a single word until I have finished speaking. No matter you have to promise me that." I was no longer on edge; I was close to outright panic. "I promise." "Seriously Steve, you won't say a word until I've finished." I know my voice came out a bit flat "I promise." Once again, she was the focus of my world now. She could not have surprised me more if she had crawled under the table and given me blow job in front of everyone. I was certain I knew what was coming but I was like a deer in a truck's headlights. She took another looked around, seeing at all the people enjoying their Saturday night meal, gave a little shrug and then turned her eyes back to me. She looked like she was trying to see inside my head. Then she started talking in a soft voice... "I know this will be difficult for you to hear but for the last 2-months I have been having sex with another man. I want you to know that although I do enjoy this man's company and the things we do together, I do not love him. You are the love of my life. Both of us know that we have no long term future together nor do we desire that. My future is with you and our family. Steve, I still want and plan to grow old with you." She stopped and just looked at me. I don't know what she saw, but at that moment there was no me. There was pain in my head and my stomach, my vision narrowed to only her lips, I couldn't hear. "Steve.. Steve... are you listening to me ... Steve." I saw her reach for me, then stop and picked up a spoon which she gently tapped on the water glass. With the clear note reached my ears everything started to work again. I could actually hear and see things again. "Steve are you okay?" I looked at her and it seemed like some else speaking when I heard myself say "Go on!" She hesitated for the briefest moment and resumed, "Steve darling, from personal experience I know this is hard, but I am telling you the truth I do love you and I do want to grow old with you if you will have me?" She stopped again. Realizing it was now my turn, I took a deep breath in preparation of sharing my feelings when her phrase stopped me. "Cindy what do you mean by "personal experience""? Hearing this her eyes narrowed and there was no hint of a smile nor did her voice hold any warmth. "What did I mean when I refereed to my personal experience? What did I mean?" She then leaned over the table towards me and softly said "What I mean my husband, is that I remember exactly how I felt when you were forced to confess to your affair. The night that crazy bitch showed up knocking on our door screaming she was pregnant with your baby. You do remember that don't' you? You do remember how you cried and begged me stay with you? God I was hurting so bad that I would have shot you if I had a gun handy. Yes, I remember how I felt and that is why I know how you are feeling. It took me a long time to get over that hurt and just as long to truly trust you again. But I had committed my life to you and our family, so I stayed and we worked through it all." For a brief moment she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, then, "He told me I shouldn't tell you, that doing so was cruel, but I don't like lying to you and you have told me ever since we first met that you did not believe that sex was love. Because you have never shown yourself to be a hypocrite, I decided to be honest. I don't want to lie to you my love, it has been the one thing that I have truly despised about my personal exploration the only thing I regret." As she continued talking I listened without comment or outburst because all I felt was numb and because everything she had said was true. I did have an affair. Over a decade ago I had a 3-week affair with a woman that turned out to a real life Fatal Attraction. My memory did match hers, as I had cried at the idea of losing her and I had begged her to forgive me and stay. And not a day has gone by that I haven't been thankful that she did. At least not until today. I realized I was holding my breath and consciously resumed the methodical inhale and exhalation we take for granted. I looked at my wife of 24 years through watery eyes and told her "Yes, I believe that you do know how I am feeling and yes I really meant it when I told you sex did not equal love. But it hurts so much worse than I had imagined. I am sorry I ever made you feel like this." Her smile was very soft but her eyes sparkled as she put her hand on top of mine. I continued, "Since it is over and you have been honest with me, I will try to be as strong as you were and together we will past this. Baby, you are the only one I have ever wanted to grow old with." Her reaction was a surprise. She slowly withdrew her hand from mine and I swear it looked like she pulled herself inward. "Steve I am sorry. I am just really fucking this all up.." A quick glance and a soft sigh, "My exploration isn't over yet. I have learned so much about my needs and desires and in such a short time. But am just starting myself discovery, I can't stop now. We both realize that this will not last long but neither of us wants it to end now. I do not want it to end now. I can't. I have to finish my journey Steve, please understand. I love you, but this is something I have to do. Have to do." I blinked at her, when my eyes opened there was no watery filter. I saw the reality in front of me. My wife... My wife was sitting there not only admitting she had an affair but telling me that it was going to continue until she was ready to end it. She was.. my God.. She actually wants me to say it's okay. I'll fucking kill her. Before I could match action to thought I was stopped by memories of waking up in the dark, hearing someone banging on our front door fearing a home invasion. Then hearing a woman screaming for the entire world to hear, screaming the she was bearing my child. At that moment I realized I would do nothing now, I would swallow this pain as my penance for that night. I owed her that much. So looking at the white linen table cloth I managed to whisper "and how do you see this working out?" Looking at me I could tell she was trying to determine if I was being serious. Whatever she saw, she decided to answer as if it was a genuine question. "Look Steve, for the last 2-months you have had no idea I was spending time with any else. I've been home when you were home, dinners were always ready and I was always in bed waiting for you when you did finally crawled into bed. During this time did I ever deny you anything you wanted, in bed or out of it? No I didn't and I won't. If you work with me on keeping our marriage together, support me as I continue to explore my needs, I promise you won't feel deprived. I will be yours to use anyway you want any time. Steve if you want a blow job just ask and I'll even swallow. I promise. Steve do you still want my ass? Then just tell me and I'll lube it up and spread my cheeks so you can take me as hard and as often as you want. I am not lying to you Steve, I promise I will deny you nothing you ask for. Nothing. All I ask in return is that you let me continue my explorations. I will continue to be discreet neither the kids nor any one we know will ever find out. If they do, I swear I will end it that very day. Please baby, I love you with all my heart, but I need this too. It's become an obsession.. I have to take it to where it leads. Please." I could feel her sincerity and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. Seeing them, I wondered, why?. "Steve, you don't have to make a decision tonight. I know you are hurting.. hurting really bad. I remember what that was like. Let's go home and you can give me your answer after you have had time to think about it." I nodded like a child and left the table. I didn't even bother to pay the bill. After covering for me, Cindy caught up to me at the car and after ushering me into the passenger seat got behind the wheel. Entering our home, I started to regain my bearings. I entered the bedroom and immediately turned away from the bed and its clean soft sheets. I shrugged off my clothes and pulled on my winter pajamas. Heading towards the bed, I turned to see Cindy's dress hit the floor. As she bent to pick it up I noticed that the gold lace belt she was wearing matched her panties. As I looked my eye were drawn to a very large circle of darkness. I realized she was dripping so much her panties were literally soaking. Now my anger started to rise once again, the bitch had just confessed to having a lover and she was wet. Did she think I was going to tell her it was all okay. She could fuck him all she wanted as long as she would allow me an occasional fuck? I wanted to put my foot up her ass so bad, but instead I grabbed a pillow and a blanket off the bed and headed to the guest room. No way was I sleeping next to that cunt tonight. Eventually I did fall asleep. As the sun shone and my conscious self came alive so too did the realization that this would indeed the beginning of the rest of my life. I heard Cindy in the kitchen so I returned to the Master Suite and took another long hot shower. When I felt strong enough, steady enough I dressed and went to the kitchen table. As I exited he bedroom, Cindy started serving breakfast. Halfway through the stack of pancakes laid before me, I asked "Who is this other man in your life?". Obviously she had been waiting for this question because her reply was quick and seemed well rehearsed. "I won't ever tell you. What I will say is that he is no one you, our friends or our children know. He is college educated, is financially secure and lives close enough to visit but far enough way that there is little likelihood of ever just bumping into him. No, I won't ever tell you who he is. But I know that you have lot of questions or you will have. So I will tell you now. Steve I love you and do not ever want to lie to you again. So if you ask me a question about what I've done or am planning to do or how I feel about it I promise I will answer you truthfully." My lame reply was "Really you'll answer any question?". Wincing a bit at my tone she answered, " Yes Steve I will, but my love, before you ask, be sure you really want to know the answer. I remember as if it was yesterday, when I had so many questions I wanted you to answer. But I didn't ask them, because you made it clear that you would not answer them. You wouldn't answer them because, you said it was all over and unimportant but mostly you wouldn't answer because you didn't want to hurt me anymore. Well Steve, I don't want to hurt you any more either, but I will answer if you ask me. I will never volunteer or make reference to these things, but I will answer any question. So please dear one, please be sure you want the answer. Don't ask if you just want to feel more pain. I'll answer but I am afraid it will destroy us if you do." Hypocrite or Cuckold Well what do you say to that? A smart man would never be in this position, so of course I asked the one question guaranteed to highlight my insecurities. "Is he bigger than me, is that it? You need a bigger cock?" Her eyes teared so fast, she looked away and then turned towards me once again. I promised I would answer any questions but one and I will. But before I do, are you sure, really sure you want to know the answer. If I say he's smaller will it help make things easier? If I say he's smaller would you believe me? If I say he's just a bit bigger how will that make you feel. If I say he's a lot bigger, again how will you feel? Please take a moment and think because if you ask me again I will tell you." I shook my head in a combination of self loathing and disgust and silently left the table. I thought I heard her starting to cry as I closed the garage door, but I wasn't sure. Leaving the driveway I had no idea where I was going, my exit had been an unconscious action. Something inside me, took me away before I said or did something I'd regret. Eventually I came to a park containing a small lake. It was just big enough to sail a radio controlled boat on. Still, sitting in the car the water seemed peaceful and served to calm me. I sat there staring vacuously at the lake for close to 5 hours. During that time my feelings ranged from cold numbness, to white hot rage, to fear and love through laughter and pain. When I finally started the engine and headed home I knew 2 things for certain. First I loved Cindy with all my heart and I would do everything I could to keep her mine. Second, I had always believed that sex and love were different and now I had a chance to see if I had the courage to go along with my convictions. God how I hated what was coming next. As the garage door closed I entered a very quiet house. My first thought was that the fuckin whore had taken off to be with him as soon as I had left. And that was the thought occupying my mind as I entered the bedroom. So it really was a surprise to hear her voice say "welcome back." Looking up she was sitting in our bed, half under the covers with her inviting smile. She patted the space next to her and like every other time she has done that. I crawled into bed with my wife. With both of us sitting up resting our backs against the headboard, I took a couple of slow breaths and said "Cindy I have made my decision." Hearing this she looked a bit shaken and quickly replied "Steve, there is no need to rush, please, oh please don't rush to a decision that we will both regret." I tried to smile but I don't think it worked because she stopped her fussing. "Last night you talked and I listened. Now I will ask the same of you. Let me finish what I have to say then you can reply any way you like. Agreed?".. "Yes, I agree, but I still wish you would take more time, there really isn't that big a rush." There was for me. "Cindy, if nothing else I want you know that I have loved you with all my heart." Hearing this she let out a short gasp and appeared to pull back. "From the first day we met through this very moment. There has never been anyone I've compared to you. Yes, I had a brief affair and it truly was only sex, nothing at all like love. Between you and any other woman that I have ever known, there was never a doubt as to who I would choose." I stopped long enough take another breath. "Cindy, my insides are so twisted and have been ever since you told me of your decision to open up our marriage. God baby I'm not sure I can do this." As she reached for me, I pulled back and in a firmer tone "Here is what I've decided. Because the idea of leaving you makes me literally sick, because I love you with all my heart, because I owe you for the hurt I once caused. Because of all this I have decided to do as you have asked. I will knowingly be your cuckold so you can continue your personal exploration. I promise to try my best to continue our life as though nothing has changed. Is that what you wanted to hear my love?" As my eyes filled with water I managed to sob "Does my humiliation and weakness make you happy? Are you happy now?" Silence.. evolved into a "pregnant pause" ..giving birth to Cindy hugging me, crying.. kissing my cheek and saying. "Yes my love... Yes it makes me happy. I so relieved and happy you aren't leaving me. I am so happy that you love me enough to do what I know is so painful for you. Yes, I am happy that you could love me so much." Then she gently yanked my hair forcing me to look at her and then ever so softly said to me. "I do not think you are weak. I think you are the strongest, bravest and most loving man I have ever known and I love you" a quick kiss. "Believe me when I tell you that I do not now, or have I ever desired to humiliate you. I understand why you said it, but I promise you, no one will ever know, no one will ever respect you less for what I have done, no one." As she hugged me again, she stiffened slightly when I whispered "We will know." The next few moments were quiet ones as we hugged and sorted through it all. When the emotional waves had settled I separated myself from her and delivered the second part of my decision. "Cindy I believed you when you told me that you love me and your time with him is not a loving relationship and won't become one. So I will be cuckold. However, this commitment on my part is not without some risk and is not an open ended one." Before she could respond I held up my hand and continued. "I do not really know how long I can live with my decision. At the moment I think it will be a day to day challenge. So there may come a day when I wake up and realize I can't take it anymore and just leave. Assuming that day never arises you need to know that I have set a date in mind. A date that should allow you all the time you need for exploration, but regardless where you are in your journey, if that date arrives and you still need to pursue your obsession. I will leave this marriage. Finally, I have told that I am going to do this because I love you and want to be with you. That is my anchor, it is my only hope for getting through this with you. So you need to understand, really understand that if I ever believe you no longer love me, or have become emotionally attached to this other man. The instant I believe either of those things I will walk out of your life forever. Do you understand this? Looking at me, somberly she said "yes, I understand." "That's it I have nothing left to say." And with that she gently placed her hand on my arm and said, "I know you Steve. You are a good and strong man. I will do nothing that will drive you away from me. But could you tell me the date, the one you have already set? I would like to know?" I leaned in and kissed her forehead, "No, I won't tell. I believe the time to be sufficient and you will have to trust me on that. To be honest I hope and have prayed that you end this relationship long before my end date arrives. So I will not give you a date around which you both can plan an ending. I want it ended sooner not later and will not do a dam thing to contribute to it lasting one day longer. I hope you understand this and realize this is not an attempt to hurt you?" "Yes my love I do understand. And thank you so very much.. for being you and loving me so much." With that she got up to dab her eyes with some tissue. Surprisingly, the next week proved pathetically normal. I got up, went to work, came home and everything was as it had always been. Cindy was home, dinner was cooked, the kids were kids and every night Cindy and I went to sleep spooning each other. The biggest problem seemed to be with me. I woke every day wondering if my Cindy was going to get fucked today. And throughout the day something would always trigger a memory and I would either get angry or depressed wondering what she was doing. However, as the days passed and I could not see that anything was going on between Cindy and her other man I started to relax a bit. Maybe they only got together very infrequently. This would explain why I never realized what was going on. This idea was reinforced when life continued as it always had for the second and then a third week. By the 5th week I had decided that everything would be okay, I could deal with Cindy's need to explore. The following Wednesday I returned home as usual and my beautiful wife was there serving a fine dinner with an inviting smile. Later while sitting in my recliner watching "Modern Family" on TV, Cindy started picking up crap the kids had left on the coffee table. As she bent over, I caught the briefest flash of her panties. All I saw was a hint of soft yellow, and my cock was suddenly straining. Once I realized what I was looking at, I also realized that it had been almost 6-weeks since that dinner from hell. That meant I hadn't been fucked in almost 3-months. Without thinking, I stood up went to her, pulled her up and kissed her. I kissed her like a starving man (I was) who wanted to drown inside her (I did). She responded with passion and moments later we were in our bed. She placed her hands on my chest and began caressing me with her finger nails. I reached out and pulled her lips to mine. I was so very happy to learn that they were as soft and sweet as I remembered. As we continued to kiss, building our passion (not that I needed much building) my hands started their own exploration. Teasing all of her sensitive points... the tip of her nipples, the soft undersides of her tits...circling her sexy belly button. After lingering long enough to get a soft giggle out of her, my hands continued their southward journey. Encountering the waistband of her panties I started to slip my left hand under the elastic when Cindy's hand gently pulled my hand out. I broke my kiss and looked at her face. "What's wrong? I thought we were having fun? Don't you want to make love to me?" I saw her smile disappear, "Of course I do? I love you? Every time you touch me I want you to take me. Don't be silly I want you all the time." "Then why did you stop me?" Her smile returned as she told me, "I haven't stopped you lover, I just wanted to delay you? It's been such a long time", "I know" was my quick reply." "I just thought you might like it better if I..." "If you what?" In reply she just grinned and disappeared under the blankets. Almost instantly I felt her hands on my cock and balls. One of her hands explored, very softly, every crevice, ridge and vein on my dick. The other was doing the same with my balls. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. A brunette topped head jumped out from the covers and asked if I was willing to pursue her idea or if she should stop? With an honest laugh I pushed her head downwards and said "I love you." I think I heard a guffaw, but I couldn't be sure as her mouth was swallowing my dick. After a minute or two of her attention, I knew I was going to blow big time. Believe it or not, as desperate as I was, I wanted to be sure she was enjoying herself too... so I stretched out and started to rub her pussy through those panties... very softly at first and then a bit more firmly. Dam she was really hot.. her panties were soaking... I couldn't remember her ever being this wet. Realizing that she wanted .. No, that she needed this as much as I did caused me to shift my attention from her lips to her pussy. I wanted her to cum with me, so I continued my caresses and began to alter the pressure I was using as well as the location... gentle circles.. around her clit... smaller.. smaller.. faster and faster... then.. a long soft stroke the length of her pussy. I could hear her breathing change .. and increased the pressure. As my fingers sped up... I started to hear soft squishy sounds. With each squish Cindy went a little crazier and I let out a soft gasp. She threw her legs over my head.. and stared diving on my dick. I swear I could feel her tongue wrap around my cock every time she pulled back. At the same time I couldn't just stare and that giant wet spot she had put in front me. She took a deep breath and started bobbing.. God... this was incredible. I could feel my balls starting to spasm, my breathing became erratic as my jism starting spewing into her mouth and in desperate need I pulled my face up into my wife's panty covered pussy and screamed my orgasm into her.. forcing my face into her as my body shook with release. Before I could open my eyes and tell her what an unbelievably good idea she had, her pussy disappeared and she was off the bed and into the bathroom. A minute later she returned with a warm wash cloth. I thought she was going to clean up my cock so I smiled at her as she came near. I watched as she slowly moved to her knees and proceeded to clean me up... with her tongue. In 24 years she had never done this. Oh she always cleaned up but never with her tongue. Dam maybe her exploration was going to be good for me. What she did next though, confused me. Once she had licked my cock and balls clean... yes my balls. She took the washcloth and proceeded to clean my face. When she was done I thanked her and asked why she had done it. "Why did I suck off? Oh baby, because I love it when I can make you cum, especially that hard?" Chuckling softly I followed with, "I wasn't asking about the BJ, you can give me those anytime you want. No, why did you feel a need to wash my face?" "Oh" her smile flickered "Because as you no doubt could tell I was a very, very horny girl and when I felt your face pressed against me I couldn't help it, I came and hard too. I don't know if you even noticed, well I'd like to think you were a bit distracted." Smiling she continued "anyway, I didn't think you should have to go to sleep with my cum all over your face." And with that she laughed and threw the now cool cloth at me. Catching the cloth, my eyes followed her as she crawled back under the covers were we were soon spooning. Once again her panties teased me. This time it was the feel of the soft material pulled tight across her ass cheek that woke me as it made but the slightest contact with my sated dick head. Sated? I guess not, with that single touch new life flowed in me. I thought to myself, once in 3-months is definitely not enough. Again my hands started caressing the sexy girl in front of me. Clearly Cindy was not ready for sleep either as her nipples hardened with my first caress. Once again, my hands slid south.. but this time I did not try to slip into her pants, I simply glided over them. Once again I marveled at how wet I had made her and decided that I would show her how much she meant to me.. the same way she had. So I pulled her towards me till she was on her back and kissed her lips. Then I smiled at her and started moving south stopping first to satisfy my need tease each nipple. Then after a very brief reaming of her belly button I headed for my final destination. Passing her waistband.. I placed my lips about an inch above her clit.. pressed my lips to her and exhaled slowly.. letting her feel... my breathe through her panties. As my lips moved below her clit to repeat the process, she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me up to her face. "What's wrong? Want me to stop?" I asked with a smile. Looking at me with a soft almost sad smile "No baby I don't want you to stop, I want to you finish what you started and make me cum with your mouth. You've never forced me to cum that way, but I desperately want you to try tonight." Smiling I started back down only to pulled back to her. "Now what?" Looking at her, I suddenly knew there really was something wrong so I just waited. I didn't have to wait long. "Steve you know I love you and I know you love me, I really do. I promised you not too long ago that I would answer questions but never volunteer anything. I decided this because I never wanted you to be reminded about "our talk". I also promised you that I would never deliberately humiliate you and I never will. Do you remember these things" A terse "Yes" was my short response. "Unfortunately these two promises are now in conflict so I have to choose." "What are you talking about baby, I just wanted to lick your pussy as well as you just licked my dick." "I know lover, I know. And I am so ready to feel your kiss I could scream. But before you do, you need to know that I'm not clean?" Not clean, not clean, what the hell does I'm not clean mean? Of course, she's on the fucking rag and doesn't want me to go down her. "Cindy, I love you and I don't care if you're on the rag, I am going to suck on your clit until you explode in my mouth just like you made me do." "Lover I would love that but you don't understand. It's not that time of month I'm not bleeding I'm just dirty?" I must have had a stupid look on my face because she sighed and just said "I'm full, my pussy is full right now" I still didn't get? "My pussy if full of cum Steve completely full". "What did you say" I roared at her. She looked hurt, but her voice held steady. "I'm sorry, really I am but it's true." For an instant I was looking at a stranger. "So you're telling me that you really aren't dripping because you want to fuck me. What your telling me is that your panties are soaked because another man's cum is leaking out of your well fucked cunt. Is that it? Then I assume the blow job wasn't really for my benefit but was merely a distraction? Am I right.. Am I RIGHT? Am I?" I stared at her in anger and disbelief. She took in all my rage and softly replied. "My panties are soaked because I've been dripping like a whore since your first kiss to night. It's been so long since we made love I wanted you so bad. But when you first tried to slip your hands into my pants I realized I was still... still dirty from earlier today and I knew that as much as I wanted you I wanted you to enjoy being with me. So yes, I started to blow you as a diversion, but you saw me, felt me. I loved blowing you. And when you started rubbing my pussy I couldn't stop myself and yes, when you buried yourself in me I came too. That's why I rushed to clean your face. I knew that if I let you go down on me you would realize someone had been there before you. I couldn't let you believe I had tricked you into doing it because then you would have thought I was trying to humiliate you. I want you suck me terribly, more than you know, but I couldn't do that to you. That's why I had to stop and tell you first." Once again she had completely stunned me, I really didn't know what to say so I just reacted "You don't want to humiliate me, but you keep saying how much you really want me to eat you out. Why, so you can get off watching your pussy whipped husband sucking up your lovers cum?" I must have hit close to home as I her eyes started to tear? "No Steve, that thought never entered my mind. I wanted you to eat me because I was so hot I knew I would cum with the first touch of your tongue and that is something we have never shared before. Secondly, the idea of you going down on my dirty pussy or as you said, cleaning my pussy up with your tongue, isn't about humiliating you. The feelings that well up inside me when I thought of you "sucking up my lovers cum as you called it".. the only thought I had is how much you must love me to do it. To caress me and please me in the most intimate way, being gentle because you know how sore and tender I am. Loving me enough to give that much of yourself. That makes me hot... it makes me explode just thinking about it. No Steve, I didn't want to humiliate you, I wanted it because it fills me with love for you and more importantly because I need to know you still love me." What the fuck do you say to that? I had no idea. I can't even pretend to tell you why, but I moved closer.. kissed away each tear and whispered. "I love you with all my heart Cindy and if this is the only way I can prove it to you, I will do the best I can." And with that I moved slowly downward. I didn't attempt to tease her this time. When head was down between her legs.. I reached up to her waistband with both hands and as I started pulling them down, she lifted her hips. Once they were off I threw them into a corner without looking and pulled all of the blankets off the bed. She whimpered that she was going to get cold. As my hands guided her legs to open, I looked up at her and said "If this is what you need I want you to see it all. I want you, no I need you to have a clear image that you can carry for the rest of your life. The image of your husband, the man that loves more than anyone else... anyone else. The image of me cleaning up your lovers cum out of your well fucked whore of a cunt. I am doing this, this one and only time, because I want you to know how much I love you. As I saw another tear fall, I dropped down and without any preamble pulled my face into her cunt." Hypocrite or Cuckold I loved her pussy I always had. When she was needy, smelling her heat would drive me crazy with desire. Tasting her always made me ready to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her pussy was my perfect appetizer and dessert. Now there was nothing erotic. Instead of a tight hole that required me to push hard just to penetrate her, was hole the diameter of an expensive pen. I stuck out my tongue and felt no tension until my lips were pressed fully into her. As my mouth explored her womanhood, her outer lips seemed puffy and when I licked too hard or tried to nibble on them she flinched away. Clearly the asshole who fucked her and not been gentle. As I pulled away to catch my breath I inhaled her deepest scent and the pungent smell that greeted me caused me to gag. As I tried to recover, she pulled my hair until I looked at her. The tears were still there as she said, "Its okay my love you don't have to do this?" "Yes I do, you need to know how much I love you" and with that I removed her hands and renewed my task. I licked and kissed and knew that the salty paste I was tasting was not from her. With a hard will I continued. Why did I continue? Because I loved her. Finally, when I had consumed all I could, I started licking and sucking on her clit. I did this for what seemed a long, long time, but eventually I felt her body shake just a little and I heard her say thank you. Hearing that that I crawled up to her and hugged her gently. As I did so, she softly thanked me and told me that she loved me and knew that I still loved her. I think I surprised her then, when I told her I wasn't finished because her pussy was still dirty. She gave me a bewildered look as I rolled onto my back and told her to sit on my face. Before she could respond I said "Cindy sit on my face. Right now you are still full of his fucking cum and I want it out of you." She didn't react right away, but when I started pulling her she quickly moved into position. I stopped her just before she could drop her pussy lips to my lips, and looking into her eyes said, "Cindy do not get off me until you have cum again. Do you understand?" She nodded and I pulled her towards me. I wish I could say I enjoyed this, but I didn't. I wish I could say she enjoyed it, but I don't think she really did. Eventually she had another small orgasm. As I felt her breath catch and her body shiver and tasted the last vile bit of her lover's semen as she pushed unto my tongue. With that, she lifted off me and laid down After a minute or two I got up and replaced all of the blankets making sure she was covered. I even bent down, kissed her and whispered into her ear that I loved her. I then went to the Master bath, brushed my teeth twice and gargled half a bottle of mouth wash. I tried, I really tried not to, but after my first gargle I started vomiting and once I saw what was coming up out of my body, the strength of my spasms got much worse. A few minutes before sunrise I too crawled into bed with my wife and her clean pussy. For the first time since we had been married, we fell asleep in the same bed without one of us spooning the other. 6 weeks ago she had told me that if I would let her continue fucking her lover our life would continue as before. Well she was wrong. As I lay there hoping for sleep I knew for certain that nothing would ever be the same. I woke Thursday to the smell of bacon and realized that Cindy was determined to carry on with this charade. So I showered, dressed, ate breakfast and headed out to work. Well that's what she thought anyway. What I really did was call in sick and drove over to John's place. John and I had become close friends when I was 15 and there were few major events in our lives that we hadn't shared in some way. It was early in the morning when I knocked on John's door but I knew he would be home. John had made a lot of money as an OB-GYN and had retired 10-years earlier. He had been married only once and that had ended in a nasty divorce two years earlier. When the door opened John was a bit surprised to see me but invited me in. He poured me a cup of coffee and handing it to me he asked, "What the hell is wrong and how can I help." Lifting the cup in his direction I told him "Thanks for the coffee and the offer. I think I'm going to need both." We chatted for a little less than hour. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the complete truth but I did ask for the name of the divorce lawyer he had used. He refused to give the name or number, instead he went to the yellow pages and when he returned he handed me a post it with a name and number on it. "Steve, I really hope you don't need a divorce lawyer, but if it comes down to it. Call this woman. She was my ex-wife's lawyer." I thanked him and headed out telling him I had a lot of things to do. He just nodded. Leaving John's I drove to my bank where I set up a personal savings and checking account in my name only. I than transferred the majority of the funds from the joint accounts in the new ones. I left enough to cover the monthly bills. Next I called the number written on the post it note and arranged an appointment for 1pm. Credit cards were next as I opened new ones in my name and arranged for the joint cards to have a lower credit limit. Now it was 11:30 so I enjoyed a casual lunch at Hooters and went to meet my lawyer. At 1:00pm sharp a petite blonde with wearing a soft blue dress walked me into a large richly appointed office and introduced me to Susan Meyers. She reminded me of a formal version Sarah Palin, but that image was shattered when she started talking to me in sharp crisp tones. I spent the next 10 minutes explaining why I needed her services and she spent the next 10 getting the entire story from me. Before leaving her office at 2:30 I had accomplished my 3 objectives: Susan had agreed to take my case and represent me should I pursue a divorce action; I had engaged the private detective she recommended; I was beginning to feel like I did have some control of my own destiny. Next up was Dr. Louis. As usual he was running a bit behind but by 5:00 I was at Walmart paying for my new Viagra prescription. Finally before returning home I drove over to Condom Sense where I purchased a package of 12 unlubricated scumbags and a 5oz bottle of "All night long erection" cream. I laughed when the girl selling it, told to me to use only a small amount and to keep it away from my wife's clitoris as it would also desensitize her. I walked through the door at 6:00, to find Cindy cooking. She smiled as if the world was just and asked why I was home so earlier. I told her because I need a hug and kiss, then walked up to her and gave her the first and received the second. The rest of the night and the following week continued the same way. Cindy working hard to maintain the illusion that I was the only man in her life and me working just as hard to convince her was content with the illusion. While eating lunch the following Friday my cell phone rang displaying the name Rick Hammer. Rick was the PI that Susan had recommended and he was living up to her praises. Rick informed me that during 4 of the last 5 days Cindy had gone to house of one Bill Jackson. Twice during her lunch break staying not more than 30 minutes inside. The other two visits were 2 to 4hours each and occurred between the time she left the school and when she returned home. He told me that he had excellent pictures of her entering and leaving as well as some good quality images of what she was doing inside. He asked me if wanted video of any future visits and I told him yes. He then asked me where I should send the pictures he now had. I told him to forward them to Susan and that I hoped I would never have to see them. He seemed to understand. But before he could end the call I instructed him to call me the next time she left his house after spending 2 or more hours to dig up everything he could on Mr. Bill Jackson. In the coming days, maintaining normalcy was very difficult for me and I was a bit irritated by how easy Cindy made it look. Around 5:30 on Tuesday I received the call I was waiting for from Rick. Getting off the phone I sat down and reviewed my plans for the coming night, then reviewed them again. When my desk clock showed 6:30 I headed home.. to my loving wife. Cindy was finishing up her stir fry when put my arms around her, nuzzled her neck and told her softly how sexy she was. Her smile grew and she playfully told me to sit down and eat. The rest of the night I made sure to compliment her and made a couple suggestive comments. Nothing extreme but just enough to let her know I was feeling horny. She announced it was time for bed around 9:30 and disappeared into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed I went to the den and pulled out the hidden bottle of Viagra and swallowed a 100mg tab. 30 minutes later I followed my wife to bed.. Tonight instead of changing into pajamas, I just walked over to the bed, quickly stripped and crawled in next to my wife. She responded by rolling into my arms and pressing her lips to mine. I took my time to tease her, using my lips and hands and everything I knew about her to raise her excitement. I must have done something right, because it was only a short time before I felt her hand start to caress my cock and balls. She broke our kiss and smiling said, "poor baby, your cock is like a rock". Considering that Cindy is a beautiful woman, that I hadn't been properly fucked in almost 4 months and the Viagra, I shouldn't have been surprised by this statement but I was. Still I managed to respond, "If it is, it's all because of you." Hearing that she returned to the kiss and a good one it was. It was then I let my hand wander down to her pussy, again I didn't try to slip into her panties I simply started rubbing her sex through the thin material. Want to guess what my fingers discovered? That's right she was soaked, if possible even more than last time. I let me fingers linger, caressing and teasing her then I stopped and looked at her. When she looked back at me, in a very soft voice I said, "Cindy you are soaking wet." No reaction, so I continued. "The last time I felt you this wet I thought it was for me only to find out that wasn't the case. Cindy is all this wetness because you want me or am a teasing another dirty pussy." There was a long silence and as she looked away I heard say "It's a dirty pussy Steve, I'm so sorry." I pulled her face back to me and told her to look at me. Then I said "Cindy I haven't felt your tight pussy around my cock in 4 months. Any reason other that it's dirty that I shouldn't fuck you right now." Her face broke into a big grin and she said no other reason, then kissed me hard. As we continued to kiss we managed to get her panties off and I started to slip my fingers in her. Just like last time she felt loose to me and more gooey than slick. As I started to move my body her legs parted in anticipation. When I left the bed and opened the bathroom door she asked what I was doing. As I opened the box and then the foil packet I told her I was getting a condom. Reacting as expected I heard "A condom! Why do you need a condom? You have never used one with me? Why do you need one now?" I let the question hang in the air as I finished rubbing the desensitizing cream over my cock and finished with a hard squeeze into the condom before pulling it on my hardon. As I applied even more to the outside of the condom I told her that I to use one now. When she asked why, I re-entered the bedroom and looking at her.. I told her for the sake of our kids. She didn't understand so I told her that once I realized she was letting the other man in her life fuck her bareback I also realized that she was at risk for STD's even god forbid HIV. So I assumed the issue of safety was now my responsibility. She looked a bit hurt but didn't say anything. So I started stroking my latex covered dick and said, well "Ready or not here I cum." She smiled at that and opened her legs for me. I moved between her legs and although I really wanted to just ram fuck her right there I didn't. Instead I took 5 minutes to tease her with my cock. I rubbed it up and down her open, dripping slit. Then I laid on top of her and slowly thrust my cock up along her slit and down. I ground into her, making sure in the process that the cream was in all the right places. As soon as I realized my dick was almost numb, I entered her and began fucking her. Watching her face as I entered her, I could tell this was not the fucking she expected. I spent the next 15 minutes thrusting hard and soft, fast and slow. Looking down my cock was still pointing straight out from my body, but I couldn't feel a thing. This wasn't fucking this was just exercise. After another few minutes my wife asked me if I was getting close. My soft reply to her was "No" and I stopped moving. Then looking into her eyes, I asked her if she enjoyed her earlier fucking and before she could respond added "remember you promised to tell me only the truth.", she started grinding on me, thrusting up at me, but I didn't move or respond. "Cindy did you?" with a defeated look she said "yes I did" and then she looked away. After a heartbeat or two I resumed my thrusting pushing down to meet her upward force. Then I went all out, fucking her as hard and as fast I possibly good. I had no interest in coming, hell I could feel a thing. I did want to punish her physically. I wanted her pussy to be bruised and sore. I wanted to see her in pain as she tried to walk tomorrow. At the end my exertions I was dripping sweat and breathing hard and then I stopped for the second time and looked at her. "Cindy, are you enjoying this?" she looked at me and started moving beneath me and said, "yes baby, I am, you're so big and hard and the passion your showing, I am enjoying this a lot." I continued to look at her and then said. "Why are you lying to me? Why?", she started to protest but at this point I was ready to show her what she was doing to us, so I pulled out and stood up. When I did, she said, please baby don't stop, you are still so hard you need to cum in me baby." I looked at her and could feel a very evil smile cross my face. Yes, my whore wife, I do need to cum and I so wanted to cum in your pussy tonight. I wanted to see you cum on my dick too. I wanted to prove that I could still satisfy like a man, but it seems I failed. Do you want to know how I know you are lying to me when you tell you are enjoying it?" she shook her no, so I told her anyway. "I know you are lying because my rock hard cock as you called it, couldn't even tell it was in a pussy. Fucking you tonight was like dry humping air. Even when I moved around inside you the only time I knew you were there was when my pelvis could feel the contact with yours. But my dick?".. she turned away, so using her hair I forced her to look at me. I knew you weren't enjoying it because you couldn't feel my cock in your pre-fucked pussy could you? Could you?" She hugged me and started crying and in between her sobs I could hear her repeated "no, no.. I couldn't feel you" I let her continue for a while then I pushed her back down, kissed her cheek and told her to get some sleep. I laid down too, pulled up the covers and went to sleep. For the first time since The Dinner, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I got up early and snuck off for work before Cindy woke up. At lunch time I went shopping for a suitable make up gift. When I returned home dinner was ready and on the surface everything seemed normal. But I could tell that Cindy was having a hard time pretending everything was ok. Later when she went off to bed, I poured two glasses of wine and took them to her along with a nicely wrapped box. With a thankful smile she accepted the wine and took a sip. I offered her the box told her not to open it. She asked me what the occasion was and I told her. "Last night didn't turn out so well for either of us did it?" she just shook her head. "Cindy do you realize that there is no hope for us if things continue as they are?" her eyes got wide and I continued "Since I agreed to be your cuckold I have twice tried to make love to you and both times you were, to use your words, dirty. And last night I got the answer to the last question you told me to think about." She asked "what question are you talking about?". "Remember when I asked you if he was bigger than me and you told me to be sure I wanted the answer? Well last night I was given the answer to a question I never really asked." Looking confused she asked what I meant. "Cindy, your pussy was so loose and gaping that even at my hardest I couldn't feel the walls of your cunt and you couldn't feel me in you no matter what I did. That tells me that your other man must be very large indeed? Is he black by any chance?" "Steve he's not really much bigger than you, really don't think that way?" "My wife, there is nothing to think about, last night put fact to what had only been fear." "As I thought about last night, I realized two things. The first is something you must have also realized. The longer you continue fucking this other man, the more likely you will be permanently stretched and neither of us will be able to find satisfaction in the other." "Steve, your just being silly, even if I was a bit stretched last night in a day or two I will be just as tight as you remember." I looked as her saying, "I hope your right". "The second thing I realized is that I can't live with a third attempt to love you only to discover your pussy has already been used. So I have to ask you something before you open the gift. Why didn't you clean up your pussy before your came to bed. Surely you knew I wanted to make love to you, but each time you came to bed with a pussy full of his cum. Why didn't you just douche." She sipped her wine quietly for a minute and then "Honey, several years ago I developed a real love for cum. Didn't you ever notice that after you made love to me that I stopped getting up to go to the bathroom. I just laid in bed. I loved knowing your essence was in me and so I started keeping you in me as long as possible. After you fell asleep I would slip panties on and wear them all night. In the morning I would take them off, shower and wash the outside of my pussy but not the inside. Afterwards I would put on the dirty panties and wear the all day. It made me feel naughty and close to you at the same time." "Are you telling me that you deliberately try to keep your pussy dirty for at least 24 hrs after a man has cum in you?" "Yes" she said? Does that rule apply to your ass and mouth as well? "To my ass yes, but not my mouth. The way I see it, when I swallow all that cum it's in my belly for at least a day, so I do brush my teeth." "Well that is a surprise, still I think my gift will still work. You can open it if you want." Like most women she unwrapped the gift slowly, savoring the feel of the ribbon and texture of the paper. When she removed the lid, she glanced up to me with a smile and said, "They are beautiful, thank you." Inside the box were three chokers made out of cut glass. They were the kind of gift a 14 year old boy would buy for his first crush. It is not something a woman like Cindy would expect from her husband. The glass making up the first choker was a bright pink, the second a chocolaty brown and the third a bright red. "Cindy in order to make sure I don't ever attempt to make use of you when you are already stretched out and dirty I want you to wear these chokers. I want you to put them on as soon as possible after your fuck hole has been used. If he cums in your pussy you are to wear the pink choker and you are to keep it on until your pussy has been thoroughly cleaned outside and inside. If he cums in your ass you are to wear the brown one and if you swallow his cum you will wear the red one. If two holes are used you will wear both chokers, if he uses all three holes you will wear all three chokers. Do you understand?" Hypocrite or Cuckold "Steve you can't be serious? How will I explain wearing these at work or to the kids?" "Cindy I am more than serious. Wearing them is not optional. If I attempt to make love again and find you are pre-fucked, there will be no more US because I can't go through another night like last night. You can tell your colleagues and the kids whatever you wish, just wear the chokers. Will you do this one little thing for me, please baby? "Yes my love I will wear them for you." Picking up the pink one I moved around and placed in on her neck? Reaching for the red one I asked her if she needed this, when she nodded I placed the second one her. She handed me the brown one without a word. I fastened the clasp kissed her neck, thanked her and suggested it was time for bed. The next morning before leaving for work, I kissed my wife on the cheek and looking at her neck told her, "I hate the reason you are wearing them, but the look good on you." As I drove to work I couldn't help but laugh, they didn't look good at all. Standing there in her tailored suit coat and skirt the chokers made her look silly. Well, now she knows how I am feeling. Over the next three weeks nothing really changed other than the chokers on her neck. If Rick had not been giving me a heads up on what she was doing I probably would have been shocked. But over the next three weeks there wasn't a single day she didn't wear a choker. A couple of days she only wore the red one, but on most days she wore either the red/pink or chocolate/red combination. At the end of the third week, now my 7th month without cuming in my wife's cunt. It was another long day, ending a long week. As I sat at my desk the clock said 7:30pm. I laughed at myself and said, that's right old man, you just keep on working like a dog so your loving wife has plenty of time to get fucked silly. Well it's been 7 months since I've lasted fucked that whore cunt, so it's time I ensure there is a little more equality in marriage. Smiling I headed out to the car, home and Cindy. After dinner, after the kids had gone out to be with their friends I poured a couple of glasses of wine and got the wall calendar. I then asked Cindy to join me at the kitchen table. She smiled at me as she sipped the wine. "A little in the year to be planning our vacation isn't it?". "Yes, it is." "Then why the calendar?" I retrieved a black sharpie and opened the calendar to the Tuesday night I had last tried to have sex with her. "Cindy are you aware that I have not cum inside your pussy for 7-monhts?" before she said no, I could tell from her eyes that she had no idea. "Well it has! Do you know that I often wonder how many orgasms you have had while fucking in that time? Or How many loads of cum you had pushed into you in the last seven months? Oh don't worry, I'm not going to ask. I am telling you this because on this date," I put an "X" through the day on the calendar I gave you the chokers so I would know when we could make love." As I talked I continued Xing out the days "Unfortunately in the 3-weeks since you first wore the chokers there has not been a single day you were available for us to make love." I glanced at her and ignoring the tear rolling down her cheek. "Cindy I have to ask and I want an honest answer? Before I gave you told me about your other man and I gave you the chokers, were you really sleeping with him 5-7 days per week?" "NO she replied it was never more than twice a week before I told you?" "Why do you think it is now everyday?" "He told me that since you were okay with it that we should be together more often. That way I could complete my exploration that much sooner." I nodded. "Did he force you to be with him everday? If you had said, no more than twice per week or maybe even once per week, do you think he would have agreed?" "I d-don't know, probably." With a heavy sigh I looked at her and asked her "Do you still love me?".. "Yes, please don't think I don't, I love more now than when I first said I do"". That forced me to do a double-take. "Cindy if that is true why is it that you made no time for us? I told you I would not attempt to fuck your dirty pussy again yet you have made sure it was always dirty." She looked nervous but didn't say a word so I continued. "Cindy you have not fucked me in 7 months, but I don't hold you solely responsible for that. However, the last month of my celibacy I do blame you for. For the last week I have been trying how to solve this. I promised you could keep your lover so I won't ask you give him up yet, my end date has not yet arrived. I never thought to limit your sexual activity, so I can't really punish you for that. And it is I who refused to use one of your dirty fuck holes. As you can see, it's a bit of a paradox. However I believe I have a solution, would you like to hear it?" I looked at her and could tell she wasn't as worried right now and was indeed anxious to learn how I proposed dealing with the problem I had laid at her feet. "Cindy do you think it's unfair of me to believe that I should be getting a good fucking at least once a week, especially since you are getting boned at least 7 times that often?" "God yes Steve, once is the bare minimum, I wish you would fuck me every night. You know I want you to, dontcha?" "Thank you, so we agree that I deserve 1 fuck a week. Well since I haven't gotten any for the last 3-weeks you owe 3 good ones right? With a big smile "Yes baby I do and you can have the first one tonight!" I reached over and gently caressed all 3 chokers she was wearing. "If only I could baby if only I could." She looked a little confused when she heard that.. good. "So here is my plan. Any week in which you have a bare neck for at least 4 nights with one of them being Friday or Saturday I will consider that a week I could have enjoyed sex with my wife even if I don't." when she looked at me I said "well I might not be in the mood and that wouldn't be fair to you would it?". Any week in which I cum in your pussy meets the once per week requirement. Are you following so far Cindy?" "Yes, I am following you. You want at least 3 days in a week where I a clean and available to be fucked by you, but you are not obligated to love me on those days I just have to be available." "You got it" I replied. "What happens if you don't use or I'm not clean 3-days?" "Oh, then you owe me a good fuck." She smiled at this response and said "OK". I smiled back and said "and for every fuck you owe me, I will go out and find a woman who is willing to provide me the pleasure that my loving wife is unable to. Notice, I didn't say unwilling, because I know you would never deny me and are quite willing to let me fuck you. I just can't do it when your stretched and dirty." "Steve, you can't do this to me.. you can't" as she began crying I went to hold her. "Now, now it's okay my love. I promise you I won't get emotionally involved, but we both agree that I should get laid at least once per week but it's been 7 months for me. I know that you are getting all of your sexual needs met, but have needs too baby. I know you love me, so I know you'll be okay with this. I promise I'll follow your same ground rules, I won't lie to you when I do it, but I won't volunteer either." I let her sob for another 10-minutes then offered her some wine and when she took the class I kissed her forehead and headed off the bed. 10-minutes later she joined me in bed and after a few minutes started caressing me and soon was stroking my dick hard. I let this continue for a few minutes as I was really enjoying it, then using my hand gently moved hers away. "Baby I hate going to bed with blue balls and if you keep that up, that's what will happen." She quickly whispered into my ear, "It does have to, I suck you dry?" I didn't even turn my head as I said, are you wearing the red choker? Throaty pissy "yes" was her answer. "I could give you a hand-job? How about that my love. I could jerk you off and you could cum all over my face or tits or pussy, you'd like I know you would." She actually giggled as my she felt my cock twitch. Once again I moved her hand but this I turned towards her and said, "Cindy are you going to tell me that I should be content with a hand job from my wife, my love, while she is getting 13+ loads of cum fucked into her various holes. Is that really what you believe?" As I looked at her, she dropped her eyes and I heard a very soft "no". I rolled back over and she immediately spooned me.. moments later I could feel her tears dripping onto my back. She hugged me tight and said, I don't want you fuck anyone else. I whispered to the room, "Neither do I baby neither do I." The next day was Saturday and Cindy left for your day long shopping trips. Of course these days she never came home with anything other than her chokers and filled pussy. Tonight was different though. When she came home, the kids were out but so was I. I had left a note on the counter saying that I was going to run some errands and would be home when I was done. When I got home and entered the bedroom the clock said 10:35. Cindy looked up from her book, smiled and said, "Hi there stranger, I was starting to get worried." "Worried?" I replied, "Why? You got my note didn't you?" "Yes, hubby I got your note, but.." "But what?" I said, "Oh nothing, I just glad your home. Now come to bed. So I took off my clothes and crawled under the covers. She was instantly wrapped around me and as she started kissing my neck I felt her hands sliding down toward my dick. Suddenly she stopped and sat up, "Where have you been Steve?" "Out running errands, baby?" "That's Bullshit Steve, who was the slut you were with?", "What are you talking about Cindy?" "Come on Steve who was she, I can smell her perfume all over you. Who the fuck was it?" At this point I lost some control and literally jumped out of the bed and turned towards her. "Who was it? No one you, or your colleagues or the kids know that's for dam sure. No one I am in love with, that is equally for sure. If you want to know I'll answer every one of your fucking questions I won't tell you who she is. Any of this sound familiar. I sure as fuck hope so, as it's the rules I've been living with." When I stopped talking she looked very sad, glanced down and when they came back up I could see the fire in them. "I understand, I owe you 3 fucks and you had to get your first one, you couldn't give a chance to make time for you." I interrupted her tirade by saying "I gave you 3-weeks how much longer did you expect me to wait?". I little of her fire died, but she continued, So you got laid, I really do hope it was good, hell after 7 months I hope it was great for you, I really wished it was with me but I get it. But Steve, why did you at least take a shower before joining me in our bed, why rub my nose in it? Why? Why be so cruel about it? She stopped and looked at me expecting an answer. I went and turned on the shower and returned, she was still waiting. She would wait a long long time for that answer, instead I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Do you remember the night I tried to make love to you and you told me you were dirty, already full of your lover's cum? Well that night, I had asked myself the same question you just asked me." I watched her just long enough to see her face register shock and then I then entered the shower. When I returned to bed, Cindy was not there and at that point I didn't have the energy to see if she was even in the house. I turned on the TV and at some point I just fell asleep. The kids finally woke me up and asked what was for breakfast? I suggested they ask their mom, but they said she had left early to go shopping. That caught my attention as she had never failed to cook a morning breakfast for them since they had been born. Oh well, I thought to myself, if it's all ending at least it is partially on my terms. So I got dressed and took the kids out to IHOP. Cindy returned home around 5, wearing all three chokers again and asked me to come to bedroom. Figuring this would be the denouement of my marriage I followed a bit reluctantly but no longer fearfully. I loved her, but had finally come to terms that it would probably being ending soon. After I entered she closed and locked the door. Then she sat down on the bed and asked me to do the same. "Do you still love me Steve? Do you still want to grow old with me Steve?" I answered "Yes and Yes". She smiled and then said "I know that this has been hard on you Steve, much harder than I ever imagined. I realized last night that you weren't going to be able to take much more and I just about went crazy because I can't image my life without you in it. Steve, do you think could last one more month, just one more month?" She had surprised me once again, "What do you mean one more month?" "I mean my love, that it's February 22nd, if you promise me you won't leave before then, I will end my other relationship forever, on March 31st." "What if I tell you I can't make it another month? That I need my wife all to myself, now and won't share her another day." "If you mean that, then I will leave you now and go to him. I will spend the entire night with him to thank him for all he has given me, and I will never see him again." "Why do you need another month? I really need to know Cindy, I really do." Sighing, "I told you this was a journey of exploration for me. It has been. Once it began, we both generated a list. His list of was of things he wanted to do with or to me. Mine was of all the things I had ever wanted experience but was either too afraid or too embarrassed because good girls didn't do those sorts of things. It turned out our lists had many matches so we agreed the relationship would focus solely on completing our combined list and that once every item had been checked off the relationship would end for all time." "Cindy, why didn't you share your list with me. I love you, I would have explored with you?" "Steve, now .. I believe that you would have. At the time, I didn't think so. I thought some of these things were so depraved and that no respectable lady could do these things. The idea of you no longer thinking of me worthy to be your wife was too much. I just couldn't. Looking back on it, I know I was naïve and stupid, but that's the truth just the same." "Cindy you never answered the question? Why do you need another month?" "Because we think it's possible to complete the entire list by then and after all the pain I've caused you I want to put this behind me not have remain an "open item" sitting in the back of my head." I looked at her .. I swear I just stared for 30 minutes.. yet when my eyes blinked the time on the clock had not changed. "Okay my love. I promise, I will give you until March 31st to complete your list. But all the other rules stay the same. I'm going to get laid every week, even if it's not with you. Do you understand?" "Yes I understand. There is one more request I need to ask. He wants to take me away the last week of the month. Leaving Friday night and returning the Saturday. When I return to you that Sunday morning, there will be no one else ever again in our lives, only you and me?" Now I wasn't just surprised I was shocked. "So you not only want a month but a weeks vacation from me too? Nice.. so very nice? Where are you two going?" "He won't tell me, he says it's a surprise". Shaking my head and laughing, because, let's face now it's just funny. "Okay you win again, in for a penny in for a pound. But since he has his stipulations, here are mine and it's not negotiable. At least 1 week before you leave I want a detailed itinerary for you including flight and room confirmation numbers. You will call me upon departure and arrival and at least twice each day so that I know you are safe. You can tell him I will not share this information with you so I won't ruin his surprise. On the other hand if I don't have this information and you leave don't come home." Her smile flashed as she hugged me and said "Thank you, just one more month, thank you so very much." Then her smile disappeared, her serious face came back and I could see the fire return to her eyes. "Steve, I know that you have 2 fucks coming and will probably be owed another 5 before this over. I hate the idea but I know you are entitled to them and a part of me, really wants you to enjoy them." Eyes blazing "But remember this, you are my one true love and always will be my husband. So don't you dare fall in love with anyone else" She didn't really make it sound like a request. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as kissed me again and whispered, "Besides you will never meet another woman that will be as willing and able to please you like me. It was pretty true before this stared but it will definitely be true come April 1st. She kissed me again then quickly left to start Sunday dinner." Well the next month didn't exactly zoom, on the contrary it was on the longest months I've ever lived through. But there isn't really that much to share. We lived through the same daily routine and as predicted she wore all three chokers every day. Once a week I stayed out late and spent 4-hours with a stunningly attractive girl who worked on an in-call basis and delivered on her promise of the full GFE. Oh she was pretty and I always had a good time but I loved Cindy. The week Cindy was off on vacation with "some friends" was not easy, but I forced myself to keep busy and tried to spend time with the kids. When she returned to me on Sunday she looked exhausted but her neck was bare and her smile melted my heart. I couldn't help it, I picked her up and hugged her, kissing her I spun her around. She stared laughing and kissed me some more. Finally, we got her and her bag into the bedroom where I kissed her and pushed her onto the bed. I stopped kissing her long enough to look ask her if she was all mine again. I saw her eyes tear when she said, "I am all yours and only yours for the rest of my life. I want you to take me and make me yours again. I need you to fuck my face, my ass and cunt I need to fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. I want you to make me feel owned by you and your dick." I pulled back a bit, and said "You want me to own you?" She smiled and pulled me to her lips, "Silly you, don't you know you already own me, you always have. Now I need you to take back what has always been yours, not so that I will know it but so that you will." I smiled and because I'm too stupid I couldn't resist, "So if I own your pussy and ass, if I decided to share it with a friend you would be okay with that?" "Steve, I am your wife and in public I expect you to treat me that way, but when we are alone you are my Master and I am your slave", placing my hand on your hot pussy. "You own this now and forever so if want me to use it to bring pleasure to another you only have to tell me." .. "Seriously?" I asked. With an evil smile she reached for my cock and said "Seriously Master, Seriously.... Oh.. God.. please Master fuck your slave's pussy." Hell, after all this crap, what to think happened next. That's right. I fucked her pussy, seriously fucked her pussy. I was very happy to see her walking tenderly to the car Monday morning. I told Susan Meyer that Cindy and I had reconciled and she wished us both the best of luck. I received the PI's final report along with disks containing all of the photos and video they had collected. Included in this was 80 hours of video from Cindy's vacation that according to the report was very adulterous in nature with a BDSM emphasis. All of this information I put into a safety deposit box. I still have a number of questions that need to be answered. Do ask Cindy to share her list with me? Cindy was serious about being my sex slave which sounds great, but how do I become the Master she needs? And there here is Bill Jackson. I have a very complete profile of him thanks to Rick's investigation, the question is do I want to hurt him more than I want to thank him. Right now, I don't know the answers and will have to trust time to provide them. Until then, I am going to enjoy every moment with my wife and love slave Cindy. May all of you reading my story find the same joy I have and I hope you do so, without a fraction of the pain.