30 comments/ 108483 views/ 5 favorites My Cheating Wife By: werewolf97 It's Saturday night and I'm sitting here watching my beautiful young wife putting the final touches to her already immaculate make up before we go to the party thrown by her boss and his wife. She's wearing yet another new dress, one of many she's bought recently since beginning her job as the personal assistant to the head of a large property company. It's the kind of dress that until a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have looked at twice, now it's the most beautiful dress she's ever seen! It's a long black evening gown with a scoop type neck line cut low enough to show off most of her beautifully firm young breasts, of course there's no bra beneath it to spoil their natural bounce or to hide the barely discernable outline of the delicate little ring through each of her painted nipples. The skirt is slit daringly up one side almost to the hip, designed deliberately to show the creamy expanse of her thigh above the black hold up stockings, a few short weeks ago, it would have been a dress to be worn only by a slut, now it's the ultimate in sophistication! "How do I look darling?" "Gorgeous Tammy, you know you do" "Do you think they'll like me?" I smile as I slip a hand into the slit of her gown and stroke the front of her already moist panties, "They'll love you" She giggles delightedly and bends to kiss me, taking care that her breasts don't fall out of their skimpy covering. "I love you darling" she says and rolls her hips wantonly as I hook a finger beneath her panties and into her sweet little slit. "You won't get jealous if I dance with him will you?" "I might" I grin at her, but she frowns so I shake my head, "No darling, I promise you, no jealousy tonight" I take my finger out of her pussy and she giggles as I lick her juices from it. "Do you think these panties spoil the line of my dress?" "For God's sake Tammy" I laugh, "There's not enough of them to spoil anything!" She blushes prettily and says almost shyly, "They ride right up into my pussy" "Are they the one's he bought you?" "Yes, do you want me to change them?" "Has he seen you in them?" She reddens even more, "Yes" she says softly, "Leave them on darling, they're very sexy like the lady whose pussy they're caressing" "No" she shakes her head, "I'll feel guilty wearing them now, I'll take them off" "Don't wear any at all then, I'll have a hard on all night knowing you're naked under your dress" "Even when I'm dancing with him?" Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she shimmies out of the flimsy garment and tosses it onto the couch, "Especially when you're dancing with him" "He'll ask if I'm wearing them" she looks at me almost defiantly, "Tell him" "Why does it excite you so much?, You said you were hurt when you found out he was ............., you know" "Fucking you?" "Yes, fucking me" "I don't know why, I only know it does" "Is it because he's black?" "Probably, I'm not sure" The taxi toots it's horn outside and she takes my hand, "Do you really want to know all about it, what we did?" "You know I do Tammy" "I'll tell you everything, later when we're in bed" The preparations had begun two hours earlier when she'd asked me to shave her pubes, it was something she did every day and only when she was feeling particularly horny, was I allowed to do it for her! Deliberately, she'd put on her black seamed stockings and high-heeled shoes before sitting in the chair, her legs splayed out obscenely for me. I was already hard as I knelt before her and admired her beautiful little sex, the sweet, smooth sex that I had thought was for me alone! As I set to my task, I wondered if she'd sat like that for him, legs wide apart, offering herself to him, offering her cunt for his pleasure! I imagined her gorgeous face contorted with pleasure as she clung to him, legs wrapped around his muscular back, thrusting back at him as he fucked her. Who'd initiated it to begin with, I wondered was it her with her sexy little bottom, her elfin like face and her almost child like innocence? Or was it him, with his good looks, his money, his lifestyle, or was it because he's black with a black man's huge endowment? I knew they used the same gym, so I wondered if she'd been aroused by seeing him in his shorts, had she cast aside the façade of the dutiful little housewife and showed herself to him as she truly was? Had she let him see the horny little slut who liked to impale herself anally on my cock and watch her reflection in the mirror, had he seen the wanton nympho who'd orgasmed almost continually as the jeweller carefully pierced each swollen nipple? As I began to rinse her, she hooked a foot behind my neck and drew me closer so I could inhale the fragrant aroma of her cunt, "Eat me darling" she said softly, she'd been thinking of him whilst I worked, I knew she had, she'd been pretending it was him shaving her, admiring the glistening pink wetness between her cunt lips. She climaxed almost immediately, gasping, arching her back and mashing her cunt against my face, her juices flooded my mouth, she whimpered and shook with the force of it and she looked almost disappointed when she opened her eyes and looked at me! We arrive at their house and I'm surprised to be met by his wife, she's utterly gorgeous and greets Tammy with a kiss, "Welcome Tammy" she smiles and turning to me adds, "And this handsome person must be your husband" I too get a kiss and she takes both my hands in hers, "You're very welcome to my home Gordon, please call me Precious" "An apt name Precious" I say as she leads us into the garden where the few other guests are standing around in little groups, chatting pleasantly and drinking champagne. Obviously chosen to contrast with her jet black skin, the little white dress looks nothing short of sensational on her, it fits where it touches with a tastefully low neckline displaying the swelling of her bra-less breasts. "Tammy, hello and Gordon, glad you could make it" He kisses her cheek and shakes my hand firmly, a little too firmly I suspect, but he probably feels superior to me, knowing he's enjoyed my wife's body! We've already agreed to mix independently of each other, so it comes as no surprise when he takes Tammy by the hand and leads her away to meet some of their clients. "She's very beautiful isn't she?" I look round and see Precious smiling at me, "Yes she is" I smile back at her and wonder what it is I'm seeing in her eyes, "And so are you Precious" "Why thank you kind sir" she giggles, it's a delicate little girly giggle and it sends a shiver down my spine as I look at her lips, they're full, soft, pouting and very, very kissable. "Would you say I'm beautiful enough to dance with?" "Oh very much so," She takes my hand and leads me up onto the patio where a few other couples are dancing to a six piece band, money is obviously plentiful in this household! I expect to hold her at arms length, but she's having none of it, slipping an arm around my neck, she rests a cheek against mine, I inhale her scent and try to ignore the softness of her breasts pressing into me, only the thin material of her dress and my shirt between us. "I won't bite you Gordon" she says softly, "You can put an arm round me" I'm very much aware of a stirring down below as I place a hand on the small of her back and draw her close, she sighs like a contented cat and presses herself against me. "That's a pity" "What?" she looks at me in puzzlement, "You said you won't bite me" She moves quickly, her teeth nip sharply at the lobe of my ear, "I lied" A thrill shoots through me at that intimate little act, this beautiful woman is flirting with me, teasing me even, slowly I move my hand downwards until it's resting on the small of her back just above the swellings of her bottom. "I take it you enjoyed that Gordon" I feel the pressure of her groin against mine, "Is it that obvious?" She giggles almost inaudibly and flicks her tongue into my ear, "Mmm. Yes it is, you know they're sharing a bed on their business trips don't you?" "Yes" "Does it bother you?" "I don't know" She laughs and I feel the slight prick of her nails through my shirt, "I'll put it another way, does it excite you?" I hesitate a while before answering and she brushes her lips across my ear, "It arouses me when he comes home after fucking her" I nod, knowing exactly how she feels, "Yes, I think it excites me too" The band acknowledge the polite applause as they take a break and she links an arm through mine, "Let's get some champagne Gordon" We stroll out towards the beer tent, passing her husband and my wife on the way, they look to be in deep conversation and wave half-heartedly as if we're casual acquaintances. We take two glasses of champagne and she giggles as she takes a newly cooled bottle from an ice bucket, "Let's go down to the river, I've got something to tell you" I feel the pressure of a breast against my arm as she clings to me whilst we stroll down towards the river at the bottom of their huge rolling lawn, "I've got a tape of them fucking" "What?" "I had four micro cameras installed in their suite at the hotel, the company owns it and the manager is" She hesitates and giggles again, "Let's say the manager is a friend of mine" My mind whirls at the implication of her words, but she's ahead of me, "You can have it Gordon, there's only one other copy and I keep it safe, don't worry" She drains her glass in one gulp and refills it as we reach the river bank, "God" she laughs, "I absolutely love champagne, it makes me so ....." "Giggly?" I offer helpfully "Horny" she says and puts her mouth to my ear, "It makes me fucking horny Gordon" Her eyes are on mine challenging me as slowly she reaches up and wraps both arms around my neck, her breath is warm and fragrant, her tongue a live thing in my mouth as we kiss hungrily. Running both hands down over her back, I grip the hem of her dress and raise it until my hands are on the curves of her bottom, she moans and squirms against me as I ease the panties down over her thighs and follow them down as she steps out of them. "Eat me Gordon" she hisses, "Eat my cunt" She leans back against a tree and grips my hair as I breathe in the heady aroma of her cunt, slowly I lick the inside of her thighs whilst my fingers caress the curves of her sexy little bottom, I suck at the soft flesh beside her slit and she gasps, "Bite me there Gordon, give me a love bite" Even her sweat tastes delicious as I purse my lips and suck hard, I feel her starting to tremble as I transfer my mouth to her cunt and run my tongue up in between the petal like lips, she's dripping wet and stifles a scream as I furl my tongue inside her, relishing the wetness I find in there. "Fuck me Gordon" she pulls me to my feet and scrabbles at the buckle of my belt, wrapping one leg round my waist she squeals with pleasure as I nudge my aching cock into her warmth, "Oh God yes, yes, yes, this is so fucking good Gordon, fuck me darling, fill me up with your spunk" With both arms around my neck now, she wraps her other leg around me and bounces up and down on my cock, "I'm cumming darling" she hisses, " Do it, cum inside me, fuck my cunt, harder, harder, fuck me like he fucks your wife!" I groan and ram myself savagely into her as she clings to me, grinding out her orgasm on my cock, until we both sink slowly to the floor. "Nice darling" she says and kisses me on my lips, "Put these in your pocket, I must dash to the loo" I stare after her in amazement as she runs back up towards the house, dress flaring up to display her sweet little bottom, picking up the champagne, I take a long swig and begin to walk slowly to rejoin the party, There's no sign of anyone when I reach the upper garden, only the catering staff are there staring at me, I help myself to more champagne and walk up towards the house only vaguely aware of a siren screaming somewhere in the distance, it seems to be heading this way and I look round to see if there's a fire somewhere, but then I'm in the house and I hear crying. "What the hell's happened?" Donald bursts through a door beside me, his face a mask of rage, behind him I see Tammy with a weeping Precious in her arms. The police officer with Donald takes my arm firmly and leads me into another room. "Just what the hell's going on?" but he ignores my question, "We've had a complaint sir" he says, "A complaint of a very serious sexual assault, would you mind emptying your pockets please sir?" I look over his shoulder and see them smiling at me, Tammy in the middle with Donald's hand in the slit of her skirt and Precious with my wife's arm round her neck, Tammy's hand casually tracing the clearly defined outline of a hard little nipple through the thin material of her dress! My Cheating Wife By the time I was nineteen years of age I was married to a very attractive woman who was two years older than me. It didn't take long before I began to realize that I had possibly made one of the biggest mistakes in my life. I eventually found that she lacked much in the imaginative department when we engaged in sexual activity. My wife's philosophy was that it was never appropriate to indulge in sexual activity unless it was in complete darkness. Experimenting with other variations apart from the standard missionary position was deemed by her to be perverted. As you could imagine, oral sex was absolute taboo. Although I did not agree with her prudish ways, I respected them just to keep the peace. It was better than getting no sexual gratification at all, which incidentally was the other alternative. After just over year of seemingly happy matrimony, sex became completely out of the question as far as my wife was concerned. It didn't help matters at all when she frequently paraded around the house wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. Her constant teasing eventually drove me to masturbation and before long I found that it was to be my only release. If I was alone at home when my wife was at work, I would often lock the doors and jerk myself to climax. It wasn't long before I found myself buying pornographic magazines from the local adult shop on a weekly basis. Unfortunately I neglected to foresee the ramifications should my wife ever find out about my growing obsession. One day while I was at work she was cleaning the house and she found those magazines. When I returned home she confronted me with the evidence and went absolutely ballistic. After that altercation she implied that I should see a psychiatrist in an attempt to curve my perversions. I had no intent of agreeing to her ridiculous suggestion. The worst thing about it was that much to my embarrassment, she always chose to bring the subject up when we were in the company of other people. This often provoked frequent heated arguing when we were together alone. It was her firm belief that I had brought it all upon myself and that she was not responsible for my growing insecurity. Eventually there was nobody at all among our friends who she had not told about the incident. No thanks to her persistence she took our relationship to the brink of destruction when she not only informed the people that I worked with; she told my parents as well. That was the last straw and I subsequently quit my job and became reclusive. My self esteem had fallen to an all time low as we grew further apart. I wrongly assumed that things between us would improve over time, but I was kidding myself. Eventually I began to collect pornographic magazines again and gradually became a chronic masturbator. This time I had a more devious approach to hiding the magazines. I would never hide them for very long in the same place and my wife never found them ever again. One day I was searching for another secure place to hide those magazines when I found a small green travel bag at the bottom of the linen closet. Oddly enough, it was obscured by some old linen bed sheets. I had never seen that bag before, so I curiously pulled it out and opened it. Much to my dismay, packed in the inside pocket of the bag was a flesh-colored strap-on dildo and a bottle of lubricant wrapped in a small towel. I closely examined the thick long sex toy for a while before putting it back in the closet exactly how I had found it. I was instantly convinced that my wife was indulging in a secretive lesbian affair. It made no sense to me at all because she had always given me the impression that she was a homophobe. I thought that it was quite possible that her irrational nature may have invoked a double standard in her train of thought. Perhaps her homophobia applied to males only; and knowing what she was like I assumed this was the case. I was shattered at the thought of my wife having an affair. It was certainly not something that I would have considered doing because regardless of how she had treated me in the past, it was against my morals. I sat down and tried to deduct who her lesbian lover might be but nobody instantly came to mind. For some strange reason I just had to know who it was. The only time that she went out was when she went to work. It soon occurred to me that once a month she was randomly consistent in getting home unusually late. It was impossible to anticipate when her next rendezvous would be and so I began to monitor the green bag in the bottom of the linen closet. I had checked the closet daily after she had gone to work for almost three months to no avail, but one day when I looked it was not there. That very afternoon I hired a car and drove to the hospital where she worked. I waited patiently not far from the entrance to the employee's car park for her shift to finish. Sure enough I eventually saw my wife's car pull out of the driveway and I covertly followed her. She drove to a motel not far from the hospital. Removing the green bag from her car, she went to a door and knocked upon it. The door opened but I could not see who was inside. I waited for almost two hours in hope that I might get a glimpse of her lover but it wasn't to be. Driving at law-breaking speed, I returned the rental car and arrived home just five minutes before my wife. My heart sank as I sat in a chair contemplating my situation. To make matters even worse there were no visual signs of guilt upon my wife's face when she walked in the door. I wanted to confront her but I didn't wish to provoke another argument. I was still in denial and I wanted more proof that she was up to no good. That night I devised a plan that would enable me to catch her in the act. I gave her fair warning that I was planning to go away fishing for the approaching October long weekend. Her facial expression gave her away in an instant. She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she informed me that she didn't have a problem with my fishing trip at all. There was a time that she would object to me going to the shop for five minutes to buy cigarettes. Finally the day arrived when I was to leave for my "so-called" three-day fishing expedition. I was certain that she had taken the bait because she was very anxious to see me go. I prolonged my departure and set out just after midday on the Saturday afternoon. Driving aimlessly around town for the rest of the day, I was constantly thinking about the scenario that I might encounter when I "unexpectedly" arrived home ahead of schedule later that evening. It was just going on dark when I parked my car down the street about three hundred meters from my house on the opposite side of the road. Patiently I waited. At about 9:00pm a car drove past, slowed down and pulled into my driveway. From a distance I saw two silhouetted figures get out of the car and go to the side entrance of the house. I waited down the street for about twenty minutes before getting out of my car. Cautiously I walked towards the house to investigate. I quietly entered the yard and crept along the driveway to the back of the house. Standing concealed in the dark shadows at the back of the house I listened intently for the slightest hint of conversation. I could not hear any voices from my vantage point apart from the feint irregular sounds of laughter coming from somewhere inside the building. I assumed that everyone must have been at the other end of the house in the lounge room, so I decided to make my way back along the driveway for a better listening station. I stealthily made my way back to the front yard, crouching beneath the lounge room window. The conversation emanating from inside was still feint, but I could hear a lot more than before. It soon became apparent that my wife was entertaining two other unknown women. I sat beneath the closed window for almost three hours, straining my ears to understand what they were talking about. They were drinking wine and occasionally laughing loudly, evidently becoming very intoxicated. The voices inside then seemed to dissipate considerably until I could hardly hear them at all. I assumed that they may have moved to the bedroom, so I stealthily relocated my position. As I approached the bedroom window I noticed that the light had been switched on since my arrival. I crouched beneath the window and listened intently. Sure enough, it was not long before I could hear the feint distinct sounds of a woman moaning with pleasure. I assumed that it was not my wife because she was not known to be vocal during sex. After a while I could hear the occasional familiar sound of the bed head knocking against the wall inside. My curiosity was driving me crazy. I had been listening by the window for at least twenty minutes when I decided that it was time to move in. I had absolutely no idea what my reaction would be when I reached the moment of truth. As I made my way around to the rear of the house I contemplated on backing out of my plan. When I reached the back porch I sat uneasily on the steps staring blankly at the closed door. Within five minutes I was attracted to it as if by magnetism. Slowly my hand reached out and proceeded to quietly unlock it. As I crept along the hallway the noise from the bedroom became increasingly audible. When I reached the bedroom door it was slightly ajar. I peered in from the hallway towards the dressing table mirror at the foot of the bed. In the reflection I could see three naked women. I had never seen anything like that in real life before and at that point, my cock instantly jumped to full attention. Watching and listening carefully, I recognized my wife in an instant. She was kneeling with her face buried between the thighs of a fair skinned slim woman who was lying spread-eagled at the head of the bed. Another much larger built woman had her tongue planted deep between my wife's pale exposed buttocks. I watched them all writhing about for the best part of thirty minutes as I quietly stood just beyond the doorway fondling my cock through my jeans. I was really trying to gain enough courage to walk into the room on the pretence that I may have been invited to join them but I could not bring myself to do it. The way things were between my wife and I suggested that it was not a very good idea to do that. My thoughts were interrupted when the larger of the two strangers suddenly got up off the bed and walked towards the dressing table. I froze instantly, thinking that she was going to open the door and walk out into the hallway where I was standing. To my relief she paused at great length by the mirror and seemed to remain there for an eternity. I knew that she could have walked into view at any given moment, but my curiosity had anchored my feet firmly where I stood. Cautiously I slowly moved my head forward just enough to see what she was doing. Standing with her back to the mirror she was carefully applying lubricant to the surrogate penis which she had attached to her pelvis. It was then that I realized that she was preparing to take my wife from behind. I watched her climb back on the bed and crawl in behind my wife, holding a bottle of lubricant in her hand. She pushed on my wife's bare bottom, coaxing her to move forward until she was straddling the woman beneath her. She then squeezed a generous portion of lubricant on to her hand and proceeded to spread it evenly upon the exposed vulva before her. She gradually worked the slippery fluid into my wife's vagina until four of her long extended fingers had slipped in with ease. As she began to rotate her hand my wife lowered her head and locked lips with the slim woman beneath her in a passionate embrace. The reflection of the scene in the mirror was surreal. Never in a million years would I have believed that my prudish wife would agree to participate in a scenario such as that. My view became obscured when the woman behind my wife rose to her knees and began to inch her body forward. It was obvious that she was ready to penetrate the glistening vagina before her. As she slowly thrust her pelvis forward I heard my wife let out a long muffled moan. Placing her hands upon my wife's hips, she appeared to pull my wife back until the entire length of plastic cock was planted hard inside. She paused for a moment and then began to thrust the phallus back and forth with slow deliberate short strokes. Although her body mass was much larger than my wife's petite figure, she was still reasonably attractive. She had shortly cropped black hair and appeared to be in her mid to late forties. I studied her athletic torso, my eyes roaming downward from her broad shoulders to her muscular legs. Her partially exposed vulva bulged between her slightly parted thighs; the elongated lips of her inner labia protruding from within. Her vaginal assault gradually increased in tempo, her pelvis slapping loudly against my wife's pale white buttocks. I looked on in awe as she forced her thick strap on cock rapidly into my wife's pussy with long aggressive strokes. Just as I thought I had seen it all, she suddenly stopped and stood up on the bed. Straddling the vulnerable naked receptive bottom, she began to squat down until the bulbous head of the phallus was nestled hard against my wife's anal opening. Pushing down on the entire length of artificial cock, it slowly disappeared with ease into the tight orifice until it could go no further. My wife began to manipulate her own swollen vulva with her slender fingers as the bulky woman above her began to assertively thrust her cock back and forth with ease. I instantly recognized the familiar quiet sounds of my wife's short panting as she approached climax. She seemed to be pushing her rear upward to meet her aggressor's constant deliberate pounding. My wife let out an ear piercing squeal as she began to climax violently. Her entire body began to shudder with involuntary motion. The woman beneath her wrapped her arms tightly around my wife's torso holding her firmly in place; the thrusting phallus gradually coming to a halt. The three naked women remained absolutely motionless and silent for a short while; and then suddenly the woman above withdrew the fat phallus from my wife's gaping anus. As the bulbous head of the thick plastic cock popped out, my wife was hit by one last violent convulsion. The cheeks of her bottom resembled the consistency of jelly as it wobbled uncontrollably for the best part of ten seconds. Finally they all lay together and engaged in a long erotic passionate embrace. As I watched them I was overcome by a strange sensation of uneasy guilt. I turned away dejectedly and crept down the hallway towards the back door. I sat on the porch outside for a while trying to comprehend what I had just witnessed. My initial plan had severely backfired due to my own perverted curiosity and it was I who oddly felt that I had compromised my marriage. I was having second thoughts about how to deal with my wife's infidelity. I didn't really mind that she was apparently infatuated with other women; in fact I was quite turned on by it all. Had the affair been with two men, I would most likely have reacted much differently. The thing that cut me the most was that she had chosen to conceal the affair from me, and that alone implied that there was absolutely no trust on her part regarding our relationship. I had to wonder how long I had been deceived by her and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like a complete idiot. I dearly loved that woman, but through my own youthful blindness I had failed to recognize that the feeling was not mutual. My mind constantly replayed the scenario that I had witnessed in the bedroom and it invoked a dreadful insecurity from within. I began to convince myself that the entire situation had been initiated due to my own sexual inadequacy. I had never been able to make love to my wife in such a way that I could consider that she had actually enjoyed it. Watching her in bed with those unknown strangers portrayed her as someone who I did not know at all. I could never have competed sexually with those women. They obviously knew a lot more about my wife than I and that was evident by the way she had tightly clenched her toes during her final orgasm. That alone was enough to confirm to me the reason why she had no longer been willing to engage in sexual activities with me. I had made love to her many times in the past, but until that day never had I seen her toes curl with unbridled pleasure. My thoughts became directed at the women involved in the affair. I still had absolutely no idea who they were or where my wife had met them. It was relatively unimportant, but I could not stop thinking about it. I assumed that at least one of those women was employed at the hospital where my wife worked. That would certainly have explained how they all became acquainted. I also suspected that the sexual relationship had been instigated by those women and not my wife. It was highly unlikely that my wife would have delved into such a sexually explicit relationship on her own accord. She was way too straight to do anything like that. I concluded that those women were directly responsible for the misery of my failing marriage. For that reason alone I despised them. I pondered the options presented to me with irrational thoughts racing through my mind. I contemplated letting it all go by the wayside in hope that the situation would improve. Letting my wife continue with her devious charade would have only given her the impression that I truly was a complete fool. My pride would not allow me to degrade myself in such a way. I considered leaving the love of my life and never returning, but that would have left me with absolutely no resolve. The final option was to go back inside and confront my wife; a task which I really wanted to avoid because it would most likely lead to another ugly altercation. With much deliberation I decided that I had to confront her to protect my sanity. It had to be done in such a way that I did not appear to be the aggressor. I stared vacantly at the doorway trying to conjure up enough courage to go through with it. It was time for me to spoil the party. Loudly opening the door I walked inside, slamming it shut behind me. I began to walk along the hallway towards the bedroom and shouted, "It's just me, I'm home!" Suddenly I could hear a panicked commotion coming from within the bedroom and the door was quickly slammed shut. I approached the closed door and listened for a moment before pushing it wide open. I gazed into the room mimicking absolute shock and embarrassment. All three women were frantically trying to get dressed. The unidentified women were trying to hide behind the bed as they hopelessly struggled to cover themselves. The glistening strap on phallus had been carelessly discarded in plain view on the bed. The familiar green bag was on the floor near the window. The look of shear embarrassment on those women's faces was priceless; their faces flushed to a bright shade of red. My wife tried to block my entry to the room by standing directly in front of me wearing nothing more than a pair of high-cut red lace panties. She caught me by complete surprise when she forcefully pushed me back into the hallway. Without uttering a single a word she slammed the door shut in my face. At that point, I went into the lounge room to watch television. I could sense that my wife was far from impressed by my unexpected appearance. My best defense was to play the fool that she believed I was; hopefully giving her the impression that I had absolutely no idea of what was going on. After the women had gone, my wife came into the room and began screaming at me. Apparently I had no right to come home without calling first. I don't think that she realized how incriminating her verbal abuse actually sounded. She then implied that she and her friends were just trying on clothes, but little did she know that I knew otherwise. She had inadvertently told me everything that I wanted to know apart from the identity of her lesbian lovers. The only thing that I did not receive was an admission of guilt and that proved to be the most disappointing of thing of all. From that moment I realized that our marriage was damned for all time. My Cheating Wife Ch. 01 Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''. "Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him. "I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?" "I need to talk to you." Jake gave him an annoyed look, but then stepped back and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat." Colin walked in and sat on the edge of the couch. Jake came and sat down a bit further from him. "I guess you know what I wanted to talk about." Colin said. "No, not really." Jake replied in a bored voice. Colin clenched his teeth. What an asshole. "I know you and Michelle have been seeing each other." "And?" Jake challenged. "And?" Colin yelled. "What the fuck do you mean, 'and'? She's my wife. I want you to stay the fuck away from her!" "I don't think so." Jake leaned back on the couch, lazily. "I'm gonna keep banging that hot piece of ass every chance I get." Colin was furious, but at this point he did not know what to do. He had taken so much time working up the courage to confront the guy, that he had not thought this through. And now the jerk was acting like he did not give a fuck. Jake saw him silently fuming at him, and shook his head as if taking pity on him. "She's gonna keep coming to me, anyways. It's because you are such a lousy fuck, you know. If you can't keep her satisfied she's gonna find someone who can. It won't matter if I stop fucking her, she'll just move on to another guy. Since you are not taking care of her needs, she has taken it into her own hands. You think she'll just go back to having lousy sex with you?" Colin frowned, his anger forgotten. Was is true? He knew there sex life wasn't great, and they rarely even had sex anymore, but Michelle never complained to him about it. He had simply assumed that this was what happened to couples after marriage. "But she's my wife," he said helplessly. "I love her." "And she loves you. But this isn't about that. She doesn't come to me looking for love. She actually told me she feels happier with you after she started having sex with me. Don't you get it? I am giving her what is lacking in her relationship with you. I'm actually doing you a favor!" Michelle did seem to be more cheerful around him recently, Colin thought, but he didn't feel like admitting it. "That's a favor I can do without!" Colin said stubbornly. Jake sighed. "Look if you want to keep her for yourself, you're gonna have to work for it. Prove to her that you can satisfy her desires, and she's yours. But that's not gonna happen. Do you know why?" "Why?" Colin asked curiously. "Because you are not a fighter. Michelle told me all about how it was your best friend who first set you up on a date with her, and how you ended up dating afterwards because you happened to like each other. And she told me how she had to drop hints to get you to propose to her. See, you are the type of guy who just waits for good things to happen to him, and then you take those things for granted. Well, you took Michelle for granted, and now you are in this mess. What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna try to win her back, or are you gonna keep letting me fuck her so you don't have to worry about having to satisfy her?" Colin blushed deep red. To his shame, he realized that he did not like the idea of competing with another man. But he also didn't like the idea of Michelle having sex with Jake. "Well, it's all up to you." Jake said, when Colin didn't reply. He stood up from the couch impatiently as if waiting for Colin to leave, and Colin too got up. "Y-Yeah. Thanks." When he was out the door, Colin kicked himself realizing he had just thanked the guy who was screwing his wife. ***** Later that afternoon, Michelle plopped beside him on the couch and leaned against him. "So I hear you've met my fuck buddy." she said it like it was no big deal. "Yeah." Colin muttered, not taking his eyes of the TV screen. "And?" she looked up at him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "And what?" he shrugged her off grumpily. Michelle sighed and shook her head. "Jake's right. You are not a fighter. Well, you can sulk all you want, but I'm not gonna stop seeing him. The sooner you learn to live with it, the easier it'll be for you. You might even learn to enjoy it." "Why would I enjoy it that you are sleeping with another guy?" he said angrily, finally turning to face her. "It's actually a lot more common thing than you think. Look up cuckold lifestyle on the internet. It's when a guy gives up his partner for another man to fuck. Like Jake said, this would suit you since you don't like putting too much effort into things. And it has helped me to be more content with our relationship now that I'm being satisfied sexually. Deep down, I think you actually want this. Don't you?" Colin didn't reply. So even Michelle thought that this was suitable for him. It's true that he had been contemplating the idea in his head since he left Jake's apartment that day. Was it true that there are many other couples who are doing this? Was he really going to be OK with this? But it seemed that he was the only one who's not getting any sex. "How come we don't have sex anymore?" he complained. Michelle laughed at him. "You really are hopeless. We rarely have sex because you assume that sex is just gonna happen naturally. You're too lazy to initiate sex. Instead of taking what you want, you just wait for it to fall into your lap." Colin felt embarrassed. Jake had said something similar earlier. "I can change." "Sure, you can. But will you? 'Cause if not, you're just gonna have to accept the fact that you're my little cuckold," she kissed him on the cheek and walked off toward the kitchen. Colin stared as her butt jiggled in her shorts as she walked away. He remembered when he couldn't keep his hands off her ass, but it has been a while since he had really admired her beauty. It made him feel guilty, and also jealous when he realized that Jake was gonna have his hands all over her. To his surprise, he found his cock becoming erect when he pictured her bubble butt being groped in Jake's strong hands. ***** "Jake's coming to pick me up tonight." Michelle told him while they had dinner. Colin instantly felt a pang of jealousy. "Where are you going?" he forced himself to ask. "Oh, don't worry. It's not like we're going on a date. We're just gonna have sex back at his apartment." Michelle replied, grinning. 'Because that's so much better.' Colin thought angrily. He knew she was trying to make him jealous, and he could picture her laughing about it with Jake later that night. "Well, have fun," he said pretending it didn't bother him. "We will. I might be coming home late, so don't wait up for me. Come to think of it, I might even spend the night at Jake's. He's always ready to jump back on top of me as soon as he's recovered, and he recovers fast, you know." Michelle winked at him teasingly. "And since we're now out in the open, there's no need to rush back home." He didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or jealous. When he and Michelle had sex, it's usually over when he cums, which didn't take long. Why hadn't he ever thought of recovering and going back at it? Instead, he had always wanted to go to sleep when he had cum. It had never occurred to him that he might go for a second round after having cum. Colin's expression must have been priceless, or maybe he had spaced out for too long, because when he snapped back to reality, Michelle was giggling at him. "Honey, you don't mind doing the dishes, do you?" she asked, pushing back her chair and standing up from the table. "I have to go get ready now." "Sure, go ahead." "Thanks, hon," she gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen. Colin, poked at the food left on his plate with his fork. What was he doing? This morning he was determined to put an end to his wife's affair, but now he was helping her out so she could go doll herself up for a night of sex with the guy she was seeing. As he cleared the tabled, he couldn't help but picture Jake sticking his big cock into Michelle's pussy. Colin wondered if he really did have a big cock. Would it ruin Michelle's pussy so that she wouldn't feel anything when Colin fucked her with his average sized cock? As the thought crossed his mind, he was once again shocked to find that his cock was rock hard and straining against his jeans. When he stood at the sink washing the dishes, his mind was flooded with images of Jake pounding against Michelle's ass while he fucked her doggystyle, and Colin's cock stayed rock hard against the kitchen counter. He tried to will it down as he finished and headed toward the bedroom, but he was still half-erect when he went in. Michelle was putting on lipstick, wearing a short red dress which ended right below her butt, and hugged her curves; and matching red high heels. She smiled when she saw him. "How do I look? Do you think Jake will like it?" she said spinning around flirtily. "You look amazing. Very sexy." Colin replied in awe, trying to ignore the fact that she had dressed up for Jake. His cock was instantly rock hard again. "You haven't dressed like this in ages." "Sure, I have," she grinned slyly. "Just not for you. I used to take my sexy clothes with me and dress elsewhere, but there's no need for that now. I wish you had found out about us earlier. I was getting tired of having to sneak around." She turned to the dresser and was putting the final touches on her makeup when her phone range. "Hi, babe... Yeah, I'll be right out." She stuffed her phone in her purse, and walked up to Colin. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his in a deep kiss. His hands went around her waist and cupped her buttocks as he kissed her back. He lifted her dress and palmed her asscheek, which to his surprise was naked. When he slid up his hand he felt the lace of her thong. She broke the kiss and pushed him away. "Let's not get carried away, cuck-boy." she teased. "My man is waiting for me." As he walked with her to the front door of the apartment, he had a heavy feeling in his chest. He felt like a man who was about to give away his daughter to a man. Except, instead of a daughter, she was his wife; and the man was going to fuck her and send her back to him dripping with cum. When he held the door open for her, she squeezed his hand and smiled gratefully. "Thank you for understanding. I love you so much, baby." "I love you too, babe. Now go, and have fun." She kissed him on the cheek and walked quickly out the door and toward the stairs. Colin looked after her, smiling broadly to see her so happy.If he was gonna have to be her cuckold, so be it, he thought. Who knew, he might even come to enjoy it. ***** It was nearly 1:00 AM when Colin heard the front door open. He closed his laptop and put it on the bedside table. He had decided to lookup the cuckold lifestyle as Michelle suggested and had been at it all night. He learned that in his case, Michelle was the 'hotwife', Jake was her 'bull', and Colin was of course her 'cuckold'. Most couples seemed to prefer a black guy to be their bull. It excited him to think of Michelle being fucked by a black guy. It was also very common for the cuckold to watch while the bull fucked the hotwife in front of him. The bull and hotwife would often verbally abuse the cuckold during the session, which added to the cuckold's humiliation. Sometimes the cuckold would even be dressed in lingerie, tied up, or even forced to suck the bull's cock to get him hard, or made to eat the bull's cum from the hotwife's pussy; all to add to his humiliation. Some cuckolds loved getting dirty texts from their hotwife while she was with her bull. This would often include pictures of the hotwife having sex with her bull. When Colin opened the door Michelle was walking towards the room with her shoes in hand. She looked exhausted, but she smiled when she saw him. "Hi, hon. Did I wake you?" "No, I wasn't sleeping. I thought you'd spend the night at Jake's since it's so late." "Then what were you doing up?" she walked past him into the room, throwing her shoes on the floor, and her purse on the dresser. "I was reading about cuckolds like you suggested." "All night? You must have liked it, huh?" she teased. "Please help me out of this. God, I'm so tired." Colin quickly went to unzip her dress, glad he didn't have to answer her question. As he slid the dress off her shoulders he noticed she was completely naked underneath. "What happend to the thong you were wearing?" "Jake tore it in half as soon as we got to his apartment. I guess it turned him on that my husband knew he was fucking me. Now let's go to bed, please." Colin helped her into bed and hopped in next to her. "Why'd you come back if you were so tired?" "I wanted to cuddle with you." Michelle snuggled up to him, and soon drifted off with her face buried in his chest. Colin couldn't help but smile. Here she was, sticky with sweat from fucking another man, and her breath smelling like his cum. But it didn't matter to him. He loved her more than ever. My Cheating Wife Ch. 02 When Colin woke up the next morning, Michelle was still asleep, which was not surprising, given the state she was in last night. He had taken a shower, and was dressed for work when she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, hon," he said cheerfully. She squinted at him through sleepy eyes. "What happened last night?" she asked. "You got home at 1:00 in the morning, all sticky and smelling like cum, and practically passed out." "What?" she yawned. "Nothing. Go back to sleep," he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "No, I'll make you some coffee." "I'll make it myself. You need some more rest. And a shower." He chuckled. "You sure?" "Yeah. I'll see you later." On the drive to work Colin thought about how much his life had changed since yesterday. He had tried to confront the man who his wife was cheating on him with, but Jake had flat-out refused to stop seeing his wife. And later his wife had told him the same, and told him to just get over it. Apparently he was to blame because he wasn't making sure Michelle was sexually satisfied. In the end, instead of putting an end his wife's affair, he had decided to live with it - not that he had much of a choice. He was not a fighter, and was too lazy to take what he wanted; as was pointed out to him by Michelle and Jake. So that's how it was going to be from now on. He had gone from a loving husband to his wife's cuckold in one day. It was almost lunch-time when Colin received a text message from Michelle. M: Hi Babe. C: Hi! Look who's finally up :) M: Hey, did I really sleep next to you smelling like cum last night? I'm so sorry :( I should have stayed at Jake's C: No, don't worry about it. I liked that you came back to me. And seeing you like that was kinda hot in a weird way. haha M: Really? You thought it was hot? C: I know, right? It was a crazy day yesterday. And last night I had been reading all about cuckolds. I guess it kinda opened up my mind a lot of things. M: Yeah, I opened your laptop and it was opened to a page about cuckolds being humiliated and stuff. Does all this turn you on? C: I don't know. But I think I want to give it a shot. M: Omg! Really? It's gonna be so much fun! C: Yeah, I'm really excited. I kept getting hard all night wondering what you were doing with Jake. Of course, I was jealous too. But I think I really do want to be your cuckold, babe. M: Yes! I'm so happy! I love you so much, babe. C: I love you too, babe. ***** Colin sent Michelle another text while sitting in traffic on the drive home. C: Hi Babe. I'm on my way home. It took a few minutes for Michelle to reply. M: Hey cuck-boy. Jake's fucking my brains out on our bed. Been too busy to make dinner. Be a good boy and pick up some food on the way, OK? Make sure to bring enough for the three of us. For a moment Colin could not believe what he had read. Boiling with rage, he was about to call Michelle and give her an earful when the cars started honking behind him. He turned his eyes back on the road and saw that traffic had moved ahead in front of him. He put down the phone and moved his car along, still thinking about the text, but now he forced himself to calm down and look at it again. What was she thinking? Inviting that guy into their bedroom without even asking him; and she fucking him on their own bed. And if that wasn't enough, he was supposed to bring him food as if to thank him for screwing his wife? But then he remembered what they had talked about earlier. He had agreed to give it a shot and be her cuckold. This must be her way of initiating him for his role, he thought. Even if he did think she was taking things way too fast, he decided it was best to do as she had asked. When Colin arrived at home with take-out, he hesitated at the front door, unsure what to do after he went in. This was the first time he would be facing Jake after his attempt at confrontation, and now Jake knew he had assumed the role as her wife's cuckold. It made him feel embarrassed, but he told himself he didn't care what Jake thought. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door and stepped inside. Michelle and Jake were not in the living room, therefore he assumed they must still be in the bedroom. 'How long can this guy keep going?' he wondered. As he carried the food to the kitchen he thought he heard Jake's voice coming from the bedroom. He took of his shoes and crept silently to the bedroom door and listened to the sounds coming from the other side of the door. "Oh yeah, baby. Just like that." Jake was saying. It was followed by a muffled moan and slurping noises, which had to be Michelle sucking Jake's cock. Colin could not remember the last time, Michelle had sucked his cock. And she never slurped on his cock like he heard her doing to Jake right now. He felt a mixture of anger and jealousy and had half a mind to open the door and interrupt them. But again, he had to remind himself of his role. 'Just be patient and it will pay out in the end', he told himself; although he didn't know what kind of payout he was expecting. From what he read about cuckoldry, the cuckold is often made to serve his 'hotwife' and 'bull' as commanded, and if he had done a good job, he is sometimes rewarded with some kind of pathetic sexual release. He had been turned on at the thought when he was reading about other couples' experiences, but now that it was happening to him, he wasn't sure what to make of it. He turned around and went to the living room. He felt hot in his work clothes, but he could not go into the bedroom to change. So he took off his socks, his tie, and belt; and untucked his shirt, and unbuttoned it halfway for some relief. Then he sat on the couch and turned on the TV waiting for his 'hotwife' and her 'bull' to come out for dinner. He waited for what seemed like hours. He had skipped through all the channels twice but he could not concentrate on any of the programs. His mind kept going back to the bedroom. He had turned up the volume to drown out the sounds coming from there, but that did not stop the images swimming in his head. His cock had remained hard at the thoughts, but he was getting frustrated with the passing time. He glanced at his watch again. It had been over 40 minutes. Should he go and knock on the door, or call Michelle's cellphone, or just eat by himself already? He cursed as he kept skipping the channels. No doubt they were doing this to humiliate him. They would have heard him come in, and they should definitely be able to hear the TV now. Finally the door opened, and Michelle ran out laughing with Jake chasing her playfully. They were both naked and neither one acknowledged his presence. Colin looked back over the couch watching Michelle's naked boobs bounce as she ran towards the couch, but her eyes were turned back towards Jake the whole time. She squealed as Jake grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. He started kissing her neck as he put her back down, and cupped her breast with one hand and the other hand slid down between her legs. Michelle moaned and held his held against her neck, running her fingers through his hair, and her other hand reached behind her reaching for his cock. Colin had been too busy watching Michelle that he had not gotten a look at Jake's cock. He still wondered how big it was, but it was now hidden behind Michelle's body as they continued to fondle each other in front of him. Jake turned Michelle around to face him and she reached up to put her arms around his neck. Jake leaned down to kiss her on the lips, and doing so, he cupped her buttocks in his big hands and groped them roughly, leaving red marks where his fingers had grabbed her. Colin's cock was straining against his pants as he watched the show in front of him. Although they both pretended not to notice him, he knew they were putting on a show for him. As humiliated as it felt, Colin reached down and massaged his cock through his pants. After they broke the kiss, Michelle finally acknowledged him for the first time since he got home. "Hey cuck-boy." Colin heard Jake snigger behind her, but she walked towards him slowly, unsmiling, looking down on him as if to let him know she was in charge. "Did you bring food like I told you to?" she asked in a tone that said that he'd better have done as he was told. "Yes, it's in the kitchen." "When I ask you a question," she said grabbing him under the chin and lifting his face towards hers. "You will answer with 'Yes, Mistress' or 'No, Mistress'. Do you understand cuck-boy?" "Yes, Mistress." He heard Jake laughed again. "Good boy. Now go and set the table. Your mistress and her man are starving after a whole afternoon of fucking." Jake shook his head at him pathetically as he hurried to the kitchen. He couldn't help glancing at Jake's cock as he went past him. Even in its flaccid state it was about as thick as Colin's cock was when erect; and Colin had yet to see how big it would get when erect. He guessed it had to be pretty big by the way he had heard Michelle slurping on it earlier. Colin quickly set the plates and reheated the food in the microwave. When everything was set he went back to the living room where they were both sitting on the couch. Michelle was whispering something in Jake's ear and they both laughed. Colin wondered if they were joking about him. "Dinner's ready, Mistress." Michelle stood up and went past him into the kitchen without so much as a glance, and Jake slapped him on the upper arm as he went by. He was clearly amused by the way this evening was going. Colin stood by while they ate; Michelle completely ignoring him, and Jake throwing him a smug smile every now and then. When they were done Michelle said to him without looking his way, "You may eat now, boy. Clear the table, and do the dishes when you are done, and then come join us in the bedroom." Colin felt excited that he was finally invited into the bedroom. What could she have planned for him? He didn't bother eating; and cleared the table, and quickly did the dishes before rushing to the bedroom. He knocked on the door eagerly. "Come in," Michelle called out. When Colin entered, Jake was sitting at the edge of the bed while Michelle knelt on the floor at his feet. "Come, my little cuckold," she motioned him to sit on the floor with her. "I'm going to show up close what a real man's cock looks like." Colin nervously went and knelt down beside her, Jake sitting in front of them with his legs spread; proudly showing off his cock and balls. "Look how much bigger it is than what you've got between your legs, boy." Michelle cupped Jake's balls and pushed Colin's head closer. "It's not even hard yet, and it is already as big as your little clit gets when it is erect. And see how big these balls are than those tiny little pebbles you've got dangling down there? These can hold a gallon of cum, unlike the little drops that dribble out of your little clit when you cum. So you see, your little clit is of no use to anyone. You will use your mouth to pleasure me at my command. And you will not cum from your clit without my permission. If you continue to follow my commands like a good little cuckold; when you've earned it, I shall grant you permission to rub your little clit to orgasm. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." Colin's 'little clit' as she had called it was rock hard inside his pants, from listening to his wife shame his cock. He knew she was exaggerating about how small it was, but it didn't really matter when it was being compared to the monster in front of him. "Good, now on to your next task, boy. You will help me get my bull's cock nice and hard so that he can show you how a real man fucks a woman." Colin's jaw dropped, and he stared at her in disbelief. "You heard me," she said matter-of-factly. "Get on with it boy. Here, just grasp his cock and move your hand up and down," she instructed putting his hand on Jake's cock. It was the first time Colin had ever touched another man's cock. He blushed deep red, realizing Jake was watching his every move from above. He could feel him smiling smugly down on him. He kept his eyes glued to the cock to avoid meeting his gaze. He slowly stroked Jake's cock up and down, and felt it grow in his hand until his fingers could barely wrap around it. It felt so big and strong in his hand, and he felt more embarrassed about his little cock. It was not quite fully hard, and he had begun stroking faster when he felt Michelle push his head forward. "Lick the head." Colin stared at the thick mushroom head inches from his face. How big it was compared to his own little cock head, he thought. He felt her push his head again, and his lips touch the tip of Jake's cock. He slowly ran his tongue across the piss slit and heard Jake sigh softly. That gave him more courage and he stuck his tongue out circling the head of the penis while still pumping the shaft with his hand. Jake was fully erect now, but Colin did not notice. He kept on licking the thick mushroom head until Michelle pulled him back. "Ok, that's enough, cuck-boy," Michelle interrupted. "You seem to be enjoying that a little too much. Let's not get carried away now." Colin blushed, and looked away from Jake's cock. "Like I told you, we are going to show you how a real man fucks a woman. So pay attention, boy, and no playing with that little clit of yours." Jake stood up from the bed and Michelle laid down on the edge where he had been sitting, with her butt and legs dangling over the side of the bed. "Come, fuck me baby. Show him how it's done." Michelle urged him, spreading her legs. Jake grabbed her hips and lifted her crotch to his level, guiding his huge cock into her pussy. Colin watched as her pussy lips stretched to accommodate the massive intruder. She moaned loudly as the thick cock penetrated her. "Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock. God, it's so thick." Jake's cock wasn't even halfway inside her, and she was moaning louder than she ever did with Colin. Colin wondered if she was just putting on a show. He kept watching closely as Jake slowly pulled out until only the cock head was inside her pussy and pushed back in again, each time going a little bit deeper and faster, until with a sudden jerk, his cock was fully buried in her pussy. It made Michelle gasp and then she moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Oh yes, baby. My pussy is so full. Fuck me baby! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" Jake leaned down over her, putting both hands on the bed, and began ramming her hard and fast. Colin watched in awe as Jake's hips slammed against her wife's body, his huge balls swinging back and forth, his huge cock disappearing into her stretched pussy. She moaned and whimpered with every thrust, begging for more. Colin had never before heard the sounds coming from his wife's mouth, never seen her body rock so hard back and forth, and never seen her in such a state of lust. Michelle wrapped her legs around Jake's waist, pulling him into her, screaming, "Oh, yes! Yes baby. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh GOD! I'm CUMMING!" She clutched hard onto Jake's back with her hands, digging her fingernails into his skin. Her legs started to shake as screamed loudly as she came. She had never come so hard with Colin. But Colin had a feeling that Jake was just getting started as he pulled out of her pussy and climbed on the bed. Colin looked at how wide his wife's pussy was gaping now that Jake's thick cock had pulled out, and he wasn't surprised that she longer wanted his little cock. Michelle rolled over and climbed up on the bed, turning to face Colin in doggy style position. Jake positioned himself behind her, Colin watched her face as he entered her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy, and she moaned deep from her throat. As he started fucking her, she turned her gaze on him. "Do you see now, my little cuck-boy? Can you see what a real man can do? He has shown me pleasures I would never have dreamed of with you. Now you know why I won't go back to fucking a sissy little boy with a useless little clitty like you." "Yes, Mistress." Colin replied, his little cock was harder than ever and straining painfully inside his pants, but he didn't dare touch it without her permission. "Yeah, baby. Fuck me!" she moaned as Jake picked up pace, slamming into her pussy from behind. "Do you like it cuck-boy? Does it turn you on to watch your wife fucked hard by a real man?" she managed to hiss while Jake pounded her wildly. "Oh God, baby. You're so fucking good." "Oh, yes! Look at me my little cuck hubby. Look at your slut wife getting fucked like a bitch. Do you like watching me get fucked? Is your clitty getting hard watching us? Show it to me baby. Show me your hard little clit." In a flash, Colin undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees with his underwear. "Yeah, cuck-boy. I knew your clitty would be excited. Look how much it is leaking. You're enjoying this, aren't you cuck-boy? You want rub your little clit while you watch your wife get fucked, don't you?" Jake put and arm around her body and pulled her up against him while he kept pounding against her ass. Colin watched her butt jiggle as Jake slammed against her, and breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. Jake grabbed roughly at her breast, pinching her nipple and stretching it away from her body. For the moment Colin was forgotten as his wife moaned in pleasure and thrust back her hips to meet his thrusts. Colin watched her tense up again and cry out as her body shook with another orgasm. Jake released her and she fell flat on the bed face down. As she lay there breathing hard, Jake grabbed one of her legs and flipped her over on her back so easily as if she had been a pillow. He climbed in between her legs and pushed his huge cock inside her stretched pussy in one stroke. When Michelle gasped and threw her head back, Colin saw that she had her eyes shut, looking exhausted but at the same time very aroused. He worried whether she would be ok as Jake picked up speed and was soon ramming into her harder than ever. Jake lay down on top her putting his arms around her, and held her against him tightly as he fucked her hard and fast until she clutched on to him and screamed as yet another orgasm shook her body. Jake kept fucking her non-stop and few minutes later they both tensed up as they came together. Jake groaned as he finally came and filled her pussy with his seed. He slowed down and giving her a few more long, slow thrusts before he rolled off her body, and they both lay stretched across the bed. When she had caught her breath Michelle called out to Colin. "Babe?" she waved her hand above her head. "Yes, Mistress?" came the reply from behind them. Michelle laughed, and Jake joined in. "Oh, come here, you silly boy." Colin felt confused, but he gathered up his pants and walked around the bed to her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down on top of her and planted her lips on his. They bumped against Jake when Michelle rolled him over on his back to climb on top of him. "Alright, I'll give you guys the room then." Jake said rolling out of bed and looking for his clothes. When he was dressed, Michelle walked him to the front door and locked up after him. When she returned she smiled at him happily. "So what do you think?" she hopped on the bed beside him. "What do you mean?" "Do you think you'd be able to handle being my cuckold now? You did really well today." "Yes, I love being your cuckold, Mistress." "Why thank you my little cuck-boy," she teased. "Anyway, since you've been such a good boy it's time for your reward." "You mean I can rub one off?" "Well, if that's what you want, but I had something better in mind. Take your clothes off." My Cheating Wife Ch. 02 When he had stripped naked, she leaned over and cupped his cock and balls. "What a cute little clit you've got, boy," she teased. She easily took his enter cock in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. Within seconds he was cumming in her mouth. Keeping the head in her mouth, she milked the last drops of cum from his penis. She then poked a finger between his lips urging him to open his mouth as she leaned in for a kiss. Before he realized what she was doing, she had her mouth on his, pushing his cum into this mouth. He tried to yank his head away at the taste of cum filled his mouth, but she held his head firmly in both hands. She pulled away, her lips just inches from his and commanded, "Swallow it, boy." Colin obeyed reluctantly and Michelle watched with a satisfied smile as he gulped down his cum. "Ooh, did you like that, boy? You like drinking your own cum?" Colin didn't like the taste it left in his mouth, but he nodded. "Why do you keep calling me boy?" "I told you. Because you're a little boy with a little clit. You've seen what a real cock looks like. You seemed to enjoy playing with it. How did it feel to hold a huge cock after rubbing on that little clit all these years?" "It made me feel very small," he admitted. "And it should," she agreed. "That thing is so fucking big! You have no idea how good it feels when he shoves it up my pussy. It's like it fills me up completely. It touches me in places I've never felt before. Certainly not with your little clit." She reached down and shook his limp cock. "I saw how stretched out you were when he pulled out of your pussy," he said. "You really won't be able feel anything if I fucked you now, would you?" "Well, maybe not right after he's done fucking me. But still, even before Jake, you never made me feel even half as good as I do when he fucks me. So I'm not really interested in fucking that little clit of yours. Although, if you be a good little cucky, I might let you fuck me with your clitty after Jake has left me full of his cum. I won't feel anything of course, but you might get off on sticking your clit in my sloppy pussy and feeling a real man's cum in it." she grinned at him. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress. I would love to feel another man's cum inside you." "Oh? Well, there's a load in me right now," she took his hand and pressed it against her pussy, pushing his fingers inside. Colin stuck two fingers deeper inside her and felt it slippery with cum. His fingers found a pool of cum inside her which sloshed around when he moved his fingers. When he pulled out his fingers, they were coated with thick gobs of cum. "You better get used to the taste of cum," Michelle giggled. "'Cause soon I'm gonna have you eating Jake's cum out of my pussy." "Yes, Mistress." Colin replied. He looked at his cum coated fingers and then at Michelle. Not taking his eyes off her, he slowly stuck both fingers in his mouth and closed his lips around them. Michelle opened her mouth in surprise, then chuckled in awe as he pulled his fingers out, sucking the cum right off them. Colin's could taste Jake's cum and Michelle's pussy, the mixture leaving a strong taste in his mouth. "You little slut." Michelle giggled. "Since you're so eager why don't you come and clean out my pussy right now?" Colin climbed between her spread legs on all fours and dropped his face to her pussy. He spread her lips with his thumbs and dove in, sticking his tongue inside her pussy and lapping up the cum and juices. Michelle moaned, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Yeah, cuck-boy. That's it. Eat your Mistress's pussy. Lick it all up, you little cum-slut." She held his head firmly and pushed the cum out of her pussy, and Colin drank it all eagerly. He then stuck his tongue back inside to lick the remaining traces of cum out of her pussy. When he couldn't find anymore, he started to get up, but she pushed his head back down and began grinding her pussy against his face. "Don't stop, boy. Lick my cunt, little cucky," she moaned. Colin began licking inside her pussy lips and made his way up her clit. Her sucked her hood into his mouth and began flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit and she ground herself harder against his mouth. "Yeah, baby," she moaned. "You're so good with your tongue. You're making me so wet, baby." Colin sucked hard on her hood, and started bobbing up and down on her hood as if giving her clit a blowjob. It drove her wild and she raised her hips off the bed, but Colin held her hips and forced her back down. He held her down with a hand on her lower belly, and with his other hand he pushed two fingers inside her pussy and began rubbing her G-spot. "Oh God, baby. It feels so good. I'm gonna cum!" Colin bobbed his head faster on her hood and began flicking his tongue against her clit. Her legs went stiff and she thrust herself against his face, screaming as she came hard. When she relaxed, he crawled up and laid next to her, watching her as she caught her breath. She looked at him and giggled, and he smiled back. She always giggled liked that, after he made her cum with his mouth, Colin remembered. If only he was as good with his cock. But that didn't matter anymore, he reminded himself. She turned to him, putting an arm and a leg over his body, and rested her head against his shoulder. She ran her hand gently across his chest. "I'm so exhausted," she sighed. "How long had you two been fucking before I got here?" he chuckled. "Around 3 hours, maybe," she forced a chuckle. "Man, that guy's a beast!" "I know, right? And you!" She exclaimed looking up at him. "I didn't think you'd convert so easily. You ate Jake's cum without me even telling you to." "I guess I'm just a natural at being a cuckold," he laughed. "Or maybe you just have the hots for Jake," she teased. "I saw how turned on you were while you were licking his cock head." "He just has a nice cock," he blushed. "Yeah, sure. Ok, let's just go to sleep. I'm too tired to take a shower. I don't stink too bad, do I?" "No, it's ok. I've got cum-breath, too." Colin said, and they both laughed. "Goodnight, Mistress," Colin kissed her on the top of her head. "I love you." "I love you, too, cuck-boy."