17 comments/ 45766 views/ 7 favorites Cyprus Affair By: ukresearcher Note. The dictionary defines Cuckold simply as a man whose wife has committed adultery. However, in recent years a more restricted definition has gained widespread acceptance, meaning specifically a husband who is aware of his wife's infidelity but chooses to tolerate it. This particular tale is an almost classic example of the making of a modern cuckold and is worthy of reading on that basis but those in search of only the more raunchy paragraphs might be advised to look elsewhere. Cyprus Affair I answered the phone to hear a woman's voice ask, "Has David Thwaites got an appointment to see you on Wednesday afternoon?" "Who wants to know?" I stalled. The nature of my research required strict confidentiality so I preferred to conduct my interviews on a one to one basis with nobody else knowing anything about it. "I'm his wife Beth, Beth Thwaites," she said straight away. "Dave is going to tell you how I cheated on him while on holiday and I wondered if you might like to hear my side of the story first. I spotted that he had marked your advert in a magazine and then, doing a bit of detective work, I found that he had left Wednesday afternoon clear in his appointment diary for no apparent reason - it was enough to put two and two together. Can I come and see you?" Had I been busy I would have refused. So many of my interviews had been conducted with only the cuckolded husband that hearing from only the occasional errant wife would not produce any meaningful statistics. However, I had Tuesday completely free and I was a bit intrigued. "I can give you a couple of hours from 2 p.m. on Tuesday," I told her. Beth Thwaites was a very long way from being unattractive with the kind of rounded figure that I really appreciated and I would have placed her a good four or five years younger than the thirty-two years she later admitted to. She was wearing a dress with the length and fit striking the exact balance between tarty and staid. I watched intently as she crossed her extremely shapely legs, but the businesslike way she did it, showed that there was no interest in striking sparks off me. This was completely understandable but it didn't do much for my morale. Feeling no need for a relaxant, I gave Beth a straight forward refreshing drink and then sat back smiling pleasantly as encouragement for her to begin the story. "I had sex with a guy in Cyprus while my husband was stuck in Germany," she said. "I gathered the important part of that from the telephone," I told her gently. "To start I am more interested in the background detail - that is knowing about you, your husband and how you were feeling about the state of your marriage before this happened." "We have been married for ten years and have two children, eight and six. Dave has a very good job and provides us with a high standard of living so I have no grumbles about that at all. He is also an exceptional father and I believe that he also considers himself a good husband. His job is a large part of the problem because he enjoys it too much and I am often left feeling that he thinks more of his job than he does of me. He's always travelling round the country and abroad, so on average he is away from home for at least three days every week but is always home at weekends. When Paul was born he stipulated to his employers that he would only work weekends when there was a desperate crisis and since then it has only happened three times. This means that he is able to give the kids quality time every Saturday and Sunday but between his work and the children, I tend to get left out. I also suspect that he uses work as an excuse to get out of things he doesn't want to do. For example, when I want to go somewhere that he is not keen on, something to do with his work always crops up to stop us going, no matter how long it has been arranged." Mentally I ticked off 'resentment' - a very common factor behind infidelity. "Did this Cyprus incident happen out of the blue?" I asked. I was trying to subtly find out if there had been any previous unfaithfulness or even any leanings that way. "Yes completely out of the blue. All my marriage I have never even considered going with another man, well not seriously," Beth confirmed, but then blushed, put a hand up to her mouth and said, "Oh God, I suppose I ought to tell you about that." I nodded encouragingly. "It was about five years ago," Beth began. "We were friendly with a couple called Howard and Emma Forester - he was a company director, they had a very big house and were always throwing extravagant parties. Now David had a thing about Emma and was always saying how much he admired her. She has a vibrant very beautiful face and to my mind 'admire' was another way of saying that he fancied her. I didn't mind the fancying but I found it niggling to be constantly told about it. Anyway, at one of the parties David paired up with Emma as he usually did and the pair sat talking exclusively to each other but then suddenly they disappeared. I was immediately suspicious and checked all the downstairs rooms without success and that only left the bedrooms - I intended to check those as well but before I could go upstairs Howard collared me. He grabbed my arm, muttered what sounded like 'sauce for the goose' then bustled me into the library saying, 'Have I shown you my new Benedictine panelling?' I had already seen it, everybody had and he knew that - so getting me into the library showed that he knew Emma was out of the way and also indicated that he too thought she and Dave were at it somewhere upstairs." Beth paused to light her first cigarette and then continued, "Howard had bought the panels at an auction of fittings from a stately home that was going to be demolished - they were reputed to have come originally from a monastery and said to be well over four hundred years old. He had them fitted down one wall of his study, the opposite side was bookshelves and the only other furniture in the room comprised a large red leather chesterfield and an absolutely massive, highly polished, mahogany desk. Howard was obviously set on revenge and so was I - I was also very drunk. I was wearing a long white silk evening dress slit to the hip, so I quite calmly removed my knickers and put them in my handbag, bunched the skirt of my dress up around the waist and asked, 'Where do you want me?' The chesterfield was the obvious place but I thought the desk might be a possibility. Amazingly he wanted a knee trembler with my back against the panelling. Now Howard is a big man with plenty of extra poundage due to drink and good living. Though doubtful, I let him lift me up and dutifully wrapped my legs round him but as he lurched against the wall, the carving on the wall panel dug into my bum and it hurt like hell. He might have got his dick into me but I don't know - I was in so much pain from behind that I was unaware of other sensation. He made two or three desperate thrusts but was gasping like a stranded fish, his face had gone very red and his eyes were bulging out. 'I think you better put me down Howard,' I suggested gently and he did." The memory caused a smile to flit across Beth's face. "As soon as my feet were on the floor Howard staggered but before he could fall I caught his arm and helped him to the chesterfield. Looking down I saw that his now very limp penis was still sticking out through his zip but at that moment I heard the study door opening behind me. So blocking the view of anybody coming in through the door, I very quickly pushed his dick back where it belonged and even managed to pull the zip most of the way up but when I turned it was to find my husband and Emma staring at me. I explained that Howard had suffered a dizzy spell but said I had managed to get him into his study before any of the guests noticed. Dave in turn felt a need to tell me that they had been out on the veranda with Ted Lomax discussing the stars and that they were now in search of a book on astronomy. That is how the incident passed off but I couldn't help thinking that had Howard not felt a need to sexually defile his religious panels, our respective spouses might have walked in on us happily humping away on the chesterfield. Afterwards I preferred to think that Howard never got his thing in the slot and I excuse my involvement as a drunken misunderstanding." "Were your husband and Emma any less innocent?" I asked. "They were pure as driven snow. A few days later I came right out and asked Dave if he would like to screw her. He said, 'God no - she's far too thin for me. Actually it's because I don't fancy her at all that we get on so well. She has a fantastic mind and I enjoy talking to her. The trouble with talking seriously to a woman is that you can't look into her eyes for too long without it seeming to mean something and it's even worse to keep glancing down at her tits - and if you avoid looking at all, it appears insulting. I can talk to Emma for ages without the spectre of sex rearing up and spoiling everything'. So you see I was completely wrong about everything," Beth concluded. "Has he ever cheated on you?" "I don't know do I - he has got every opportunity in the world being away from home so much. From what I hear, guys who work away a lot do get their oats at least from time to time but I honestly don't believe that Dave does. I'm sure that I would know instinctively. He's not into sex much at all - when we first met he was a tiger for it but since the kids he has gradually lost interest and really only does what is expected of him. I have to say though that he has been a lot keener since Cyprus. I've thought about this a lot and I think it is all to do with adrenaline. People who get their adrenaline fix some other way have less need of sex - work is my husbands mistress not some other woman. His work is a constant ego trip for him - always walking onto a site and being the one man who can solve all their problems. He is always telling me how marvellous it is being the man of the moment." "Forgetting Howard, I find it difficult to believe that you have gone through ten years of marriage without even contemplating infidelity. Almost all women in my experience do at least daydream about it." Beth nodded. "You're right. I suspect that a lot the women I know do a lot more than daydream about it. None has ever admitted it to me straight out but there are always lots of hints and innuendo. Recently a famous Welsh pop star was at my health club during the day. That night my pal wished she had been there earlier and then went on to say, ' I'd be the first to throw my knickers on his stage - he can have me anytime he wants'. This might have been just light-hearted wishful thinking but she said it far too intensely. I could not help thinking that a woman who would so easily want to open her legs for an admitted but unattainable sex symbol was likely to do the same for real with some lesser mortal that she happened to fancy. The point is that up to that remark she had given the impression of being very happily married." At this point I refreshed Beth's glass and then suggested that she might like to move onto the holiday part of the story. She took a sip of her drink and started, "Early on in June I took the kids to visit my parents. While they were playing in the garden my mother told that she and my father had taken a chalet at the coast for two weeks in August. 'The thing is that we would like to take the children with us this year if that is all right with you,' she said hesitantly. I had no objections but when I did not answer immediately she put her hand on mine and added, 'It is a good opportunity for you and David to get away somewhere completely by yourselves. Your dad and I think it might do the pair of you a world of good.' I suddenly loved the idea. My mind immediately went back to the honeymoon and I thought that a combination of sun, sand and hopefully a lot of relaxed sex might allow Dave and me to recapture something of what we had lost. When I got home, Dave was not averse to the prospect and as he had nothing major lined up for any time in August he said he would book himself holiday time the next day. The travel agent found us a very good deal for two weeks in Cyprus and the future looked very bright." Beth gave a wry grin. "The next two months were marvellous full of anticipation and buying holiday clothes but the day before we were due to fly, while I was actually busy packing, David got a phone call. When he finished talking he told me that he had to fly to Germany instead of coming with me. He said, 'It will only be for three days and then I can join you. We will still have eleven days together and I'm sure you can amuse yourself until I get there'. I was livid but he claimed that it was one of those rare critical occasions. So I caught the plane to Cyprus by myself. I did not make friends with anybody on the way there but I reckon I was probably rather surly and uncommunicative. At the hotel I got the luggage to my room then had a meal in the restaurant. Afterwards my only plan for the evening was to unpack everything and then go to bed but I suddenly thought 'Sod it, I am certainly not going to mope in my room until Dave arrives.' So I unpacked just one little dress, put on more make-up than I usually wear and took myself down to the bar." "All by yourself, that was a bit brave of you." "Not really. I was quite bold when I was single and was always prepared to go to a bar or dancing by myself if I hadn't a girlfriend to go with. I actually enjoyed it that way - there was more a feeling of power. Within minutes of arriving I could pick out not only the guys I might fancy but also the ones most likely to make a move on me. Going into the hotel bar it was exactly the same and it felt as if the intervening years had not happened. I felt young again. Straight away I felt the eyes on me and spotted some half a dozen guys that I was likely to have to contend with. One was the typical Latin lover, big and good looking with black curly hair, another obviously did weights because he had his biceps and a good part of his chest on display, two were rather anachronistic medallion men and there were another pair whose bold gaze told me were players. At that point I favoured the Latin." "Can I have a little bet on which one you chose?" "You'd lose," Beth said. "I had taken a spare stool by the bar, mainly so I could study the room in the mirror. A young guy on the next stool that I had not noticed asked if he could buy me a drink and I accepted, mainly to gain a bit of breathing space. He introduced himself as Costos and said that he was a fisherman. I was not particularly struck - black curly hair but not very good looking, (mainly due to a rather swarthy complexion), average height, average build and his English was a very long way from being fluent. I would possibly have dumped him as soon as politeness allowed but at that moment Mr Latin lover crowded in on my left side, showing complete disregard for the fact that I was talking to Costos. That blew his chances with me and I squashed him with one of the old put-downs that seemed to leap quite naturally back into my mind. I think that Costos was aware of the others breathing down his neck because he said, 'I know a much nicer place to drink than this.' I think it was the pleading look in his eyes that made me go with him." "Risky." "I know. When he started taking me down a maze of little back streets I got very nervous but we finished up in a tiny little bar frequented only by fishermen and where I think few tourists ever trod. All the customers were male except for two old Greek women sitting in a corner who looked like bats in their black dresses. Many of the men seemed to be friends of Costos, calling out good-natured remarks to him in their own language. We were drinking retsina and after only a couple of glasses I realised that I was having a very nice time. I seemed to have been accepted by these locals, so much so that at one point, Costos and three pals placed arms round each other's shoulders and performed a traditional Greek dance for my benefit. In quieter moments he told me of his parents, three brothers and one sister, his work and his plans for the future. He was a simple guy with limited horizons but I found that very endearing." "Retsina can be a very insidious drink," I suggested. Beth smiled at the implication of my remark but instead of responding she carried on with her story. "Suddenly my mobile phone went. I knew that it would be Dave so I went and stood outside. He talked for fully five minutes about how the German job was a massive cock-up, how nothing was where it should be and how it was a good job that he was on the job because the other two resident engineers on site knew sod all compared to him. Right at the end he asked what I was doing and I said I was in the bar, giving the impression that it was the one in the hotel. He then wanted to know what I was planning to do and I said that I would probably go to bed. That was the end of the call because he said 'Bye Love' but then added the words 'Be good.'" I couldn't help smiling because I could see that being like a red rag to a bull. "I bet you were seething," I suggested "You bet," Beth confirmed emphatically, "Those two words infuriated me and straight away I decided that I would let Costos fuck me if he wanted to. This was not a case of overwhelming physical desire and although I had been drinking a lot I was a long way from being drunk, so you can see that I decided what I was going to do quite cold-bloodedly. I had noticed that my companion had something reasonably substantial hidden in his pants but I honestly don't think that this was a factor. It was obvious that Costos did want to screw me but whether he would make a move in that direction was a different matter and I certainly wasn't going to lay it on the line for him if he didn't." There was a pause as Beth looked at me defiantly before saying, "I expect that you're wondering why I used the F-word instead of a euphemism like 'make love' or 'sleep with'? Well there was not going to be any love and no certainty that I would actually sleep - but as it happens I did. I didn't feel at all guilty because I believed that it served David right. He told me to 'be good' - well I was better than that, in fact I was bloody fantastic." "You have jumped a bit in the story," I objected. She nodded. "I know. I rejoined Costos and we stayed drinking for another half an hour and then he asked if I would like a coffee. I said 'Yes' thinking he meant a nearby coffee bar but he took me to his vehicle - it was one of those funny Citroens that look like a kids drawing of a car. We went miles and finished up where he lives. It was only a shack near the beach, rather primitive but both comfortable and cosy. He did set some coffee going but we didn't drink it, at least not until a long time afterwards. We started kissing and pretty soon we were going at it hammer and tongs. I can't tell you what it was like to have the first new cock in me for almost twelve years except to say that it was wonderful. His penis was a good inch longer than Dave's and a whole lot thicker. He was also uncut where my husband is circumcised. When I was single I used to prefer the untouched kind. They were more interesting to play with and gave more sensation on the job but some were a bit dodgy to suck. That did not apply to Costos because I could not get enough of having his cock in my mouth. Honestly I got totally besotted by that gorgeous organ." Beth had gone dreamy remembering but she shook her head and continued in a calmer voice. "Costos is also a far better lover than my husband, even compared to those early years when Dave was in his prime. My lovely Greek Cypriot was also far more basic in lots of ways - for example he calls my cunt a cunt instead of 'pussy', which is the word David always uses. Dave also now refers to my breasts as 'boobs', which I think is a completely sexless expression. He used to call them 'tits' at one time but I think he must have got brainwashed by political correctness over the years. That's one of the reasons I am sure he doesn't play around when he's working away - a husband screwing other women would never dream of calling tits 'boobs'." Cyprus Affair This slight digression had caused Beth to lose the thread of what she was telling so she sipped her drink for a few moments getting mentally back on track. "We were at it most of the night because it was starting to get light when we finally fell asleep. In the morning it was lovely running out of his door and straight down the beach into the sea. After he had made me some breakfast Costos said that he was taking me out on his boat and for the rest of the time that I was with him the boat became essential to our plans. It was only an oversized rowing boat with an outboard motor, two big oars and a rudimentary sail but I grew to love it. He said his parents had a share in the boat having put up most of the cash to buy it. It was a nice experience to be out at sea doing it in the bottom of the boat with the whole thing rocking wildly as we humped but to be perfectly honest it was not terribly comfortable for me. My lover took me scuba diving once and on another occasion he got a mate of his to let me try paragliding but most of the time we sailed to little secluded bays that could only be reached from the water." "That does sound rather idyllic," I said, vividly imagining the picture she painted. Beth nodded, "We took food and spent the day running about naked doing whatever we wanted to. It was there that I got screwed the back way for the very first time - it hurt a bit to start with but I got to love it. It's called either 'sodomy' or 'buggary'. I know that one word means with a woman and the other is used if it's a man but I can't remember which. It started when I reluctantly complained that my twat was getting a bit sore from the hammering that he was giving it. After that Costos couldn't get enough of fucking my bum - I think it must be a Greek thing. There were times that we just lay together in each others arms for as much two hours, not actually fucking but with his prick inside me. Often we only broke apart when one of us wanted to urinate. That's another thing - I never dreamed that the act of pissing could be made so mind blowingly erotic." It was time for another cigarette. "We thought that we had only the three days so tried to cram as much into them as we possibly could. Then David rang to say that he was going to be delayed for another two days. I managed to make my voice sound disappointed but really I was overjoyed. So it was more of the same. We fucked all day on our private beaches and then we fucked most of the night back at his shack - I don't know if Mediterranean men are meant to be super virile but Costos managed to get it up an incredible number of times. Over the last few years I had almost forgotten what it was like to have an orgasm but in six wonderful days Costos made up for all those I had missed - sometimes I kept on cumming long after he had squirted his stuff up inside me. I haven't even mentioned how much that man enjoyed using his tongue on my slit and that was another pleasure that I had thought lost through default. During my single days all my favourite boyfriends had indulged me that way and in his time David had been quite a fan of the old cunnilingus but that stopped suddenly when I fell pregnant the first time. I am not blameless because I stopped sucking him - this was not retaliatory, more that I had become afflicted by the same sexual lethargy as my husband." "Did you speak to your husband on the phone at all during your affair, I was wondering if he ever rang at an inopportune moment?" "David only rang twice after I had started having sex with Costos and on neither occasion did he actually catch me with that gorgeous rampant prick actually inside me but it was a very close run thing both times. The call to tell of that first delay came just as we rolled apart and the next less than a minute before it would have been stuck in. This time Dave had rung to say that it would be a further three days before he could join me. I had anticipated that there might be another snag with his work in Germany and had half hoped he would be telling me that he couldn't make at all. All the same another three days was marvellous and the bed in the shack had to withstand another long night of punishment as we celebrated. About ten the next morning I went to the hotel and dashed up to the room, leaving Costos in the lobby with the promise that I would be only a couple of minutes. Since getting off the plane and dumping my luggage I had spent almost no time in the room at all although I did try to pop in every couple of days for fresh clothes and underwear, especially knickers. This time I had the extra mission of topping up my handbag with more birth pills from the stash in the luggage. Can you imagine my horror at finding David sitting there drinking a cup of tea?" "Nasty, nasty," I murmured to show that I appreciated her position. "He was actually sitting with his back to me and didn't know I was there. For about a minute I stood fighting the temptation to quietly sneak out again but then I pushed the door so that it closed with a bit of a bang. David turned and stood up. 'So there you are," he said. 'Yes, here I am,' I replied but I didn't rush to throw my arms round him and neither did he make any move towards me. 'Where have you been?' he asked and there was suspicion written all over his face. So I told him that, not having had him to consider, I had taken to getting up early in the mornings, explaining that it was so much nicer doing things before it started to get really hot. This seemed to make sense to him because he started to visibly relax but then he tensed again, staring in the direction of the door. Looking round I found Costos standing just inside the room. Earlier on he had wanted to screw me in the hotel room but I refused thinking that would be not much different from doing it on the marital bed at home. Anyway, thinking quickly I said, 'Good news Costos, my husband has finally made it so I won't need any more lessons thank you,' and he had the good sense to leave quickly. 'Who the hell was he?' David demanded'." Beth smiled. "I told Dave that it was a local guy who was acting as my escort as a ploy to keep the wolves at bay. I said, 'One day he took me scuba diving and another I tried my hand at para-gliding but he has mainly been helping me to improve my Greek'. (Costos had certainly added a lot of new words to my Greek vocabulary but none were suitable for repeating to David) I thought my husband had accepted the story because he smiled but then he just stood there and said, 'That's all very well but has he fucked you?' From the way that he asked I could tell that he expected me to say 'No' and if I had that would have been the end of the matter but some perversity made me say, 'Yes'. Perhaps I wanted to hurt him for turning up like this and robbing me of three days that I felt I had been promised." "What was his reaction?" "He just stared at me for a few seconds and then asked how many times it had happened. I told him 'More than once' and left it at that. 'How many times?" he repeated. I shook my head and said that I didn't know. 'Two or three?' Again I shook my head. 'More than a few times?' he persisted. 'Quite a few,' I agreed and then said, "Dave you don't keep count with something like that.' Of course then he wanted to know why I had done it. I said that I had been angry and very lonely, and had kind of drifted into it. David seemed to find this explanation acceptable - thankfully he did not ask when it had started because I don't think he could have lived with the fact that I had opened my legs for Costos on that very first night. We talked some more, I said I was sorry, he said he forgave me and then we finally kissed. Very soon after that we were on the bed with Dave fucking me more viciously than he had ever done before. This was not due to his week of abstinence because he has often gone longer without it bothering him at all. I rather enjoyed it and I'm glad he did it that way because, after Costos, I don't think I could have stood a session of the home-fare kind of lovemaking. Although I had a constant craving for Costos, we did have quite a nice holiday and I didn't exactly go short because my husband demanded sex more than at any time since the honeymoon." "Did you ever see Costos again?" I asked. Beth debated with herself for a moment and then said, "OK, I'll tell you. On the penultimate day, David wanted to have his turn at scuba diving. I said that I was a bit hung over and, as I had already done it, it would be better if he went by himself. I knew it was a three-hour boat trip so the minute he was gone I got a taxi to where I hoped Costos would be. He was. Driving like crazy he took me back to his shack where we said a proper goodbye. We only managed an hour together and compared to what we had before it was nothing but I suppose it could be said that we got closure." "How did your husband behave once you were back at home?" I asked. "That's the funny thing," Beth said. "While we were still on holiday he showed hardly any curiosity at all but once we were in our own house he couldn't stop asking questions. I would say, 'You don't really want to know that," but he insisted that he did and when I said that I did not want to tell because it would hurt him he said, I've already forgiven you so it can't do any harm for me to know everything.' To start with I kept everything that I divulged on the mild side but when his persistence began to irritate me I let him have it raw. I started to notice that every time that we had these conversations, afterwards he was far more rough and demanding in bed and that was just what I needed. So at the end of quiet evenings I would think up some innocuous thing to say and precede it with the words ' In Cyprus before you got there....' and this invariably got him digging for details of more things I had done with Costos. I regret that now because he changed. The first week back, apart from two days in Germany finishing that job, he was at home all day on delayed holiday time and the whole of the next month was slack for him at work so he was only away for a couple of nights in all that time. But then he got terribly busy having to be away four nights every week and that is when he switched. He always got home irritable and prowled the house, obviously looking for signs that I had had a man in. Then in bed he would recoil away as if I disgusted him - but sometimes he would wake me up later to almost rape me or literally force his cock into my mouth." I understood the psychology of this so was able to nod wisely. "And how have you been since Cyprus?" "Costos had left me with rather a large appetite but those first five weeks or so I got by with no real problem. My big adventure had been a wonderful experience but once home I slotted back quite naturally into the role of wife and mother. You have to remember that I did get tired from housework and amusing the kids so there was not quite the surplus of energy and sexual craving that I had enjoyed on holiday. When David went funny and almost stopped fucking me at all it was a different matter altogether and I thought I would go crazy from wanting it. It was obvious that I was going to need other men to satisfy my need and I cursed that I had not been like all the other women who have been doing it for years. My problem was that my husband was already desperately suspicious so I couldn't see how I could possibly manage it, especially with care of the children to take into consideration." Beth lifted her empty glass to ask for a refill and when I had satisfied her request she said, "One night the phone rang and after Dave had replaced the handset he said contemptuously that it had been a heavy breather. The next night it rang again at the same time but my husband was away. It was Costos. He had somehow found out both my address and telephone number and he told me that he was in England for a month on holiday. Better still, he was ringing from only a couple of miles away. I quickly got hold of a friendly neighbour and pretending an unspecified emergency, I got her to sit in my house for a couple of hours to mind the children if they woke. I picked my lover up and we went to a motel. It was pretty sordid and we did not have much longer than for our swan-song in Cyprus but it was so good after our long separation. I did not want to use a motel again, so the next day I picked him up after dropping the kids at school and took him home with me. It was fantastic, we fucked and fucked, I gorged my throat again with his cream and we did almost everything that we had done before. There was not quite the same sheer abandon that there had been on the island but it was still the next best thing to heaven." "After your husband had forgiven you, didn't you feel at all guilty in continuing the affair in his own home, effectively taking advantage of his good nature?" I suppose that I should," she said thoughtfully, "But making love with Costos was so wonderful, at least in Cyprus, that it would have been hard to miss the chance of being with him again. You've got to remember that he'd followed me all the way home so I also had obligations to him." "Wasn't that a bit risky to carry on, given your husbands suspicions?" I wondered. "It was - after I had dropped him off and brought the children home, I kept coming across little bits of incriminating evidence. I decided that it I did not dare do exactly the same thing again but on the other hand I could not manage without having that wonderful big stiff cock inside me now that it was available. Our house has got attics that we stick stuff in and never use and I knew there was an old mattress that we keep for emergencies and a chest containing curtains and blankets. So the next day I took Costos up there. My plan was that when we had finished copulating and all the other stuff, it would be a simple matter to stuff the covers back in the trunk and lean the mattress up against the wall. In practice, after the sex I began thinking of my lonely night ahead and a thought was born. If Costos was prepared to keep quiet during the time that my children were both at home and awake, it would be possible for him to live up there on all days that my husband was away from home. With my hot cunt and willing mouth as incentive, my lovely lover readily agreed. If Cyprus had been the best week of my life, this without doubt was the best month." Beth stopped talking to quietly muse for a moment. "You know," she said, "I sometimes think that David actually wants to catch me fucking another man. After his searches, when he has found nothing, I'm sure that the expression on his face is disappointment and not relief. I also have the feeling that if he did catch me it would not harm our relationship any more than it has been harmed already and might even improve it. The trouble is that I didn't have the courage to put my theory to the test when he came too bloody close to finding Costos in the house about two thirds of the way through the month. David arrived home unannounced a day early and immediately went into his Inspector Clouseau routine when I had Costos lurking upstairs waiting for night. Thinking quickly I interrupted him to say, "I got nothing in for you to eat but the butcher in the village has some prime steak that I intended to buy for you tomorrow. If you pop down to the village now you can catch him before he closes - it will only take ten minutes." Thankfully my husband's love of steak made him agree. The moment the car had driven away, I smuggled Costos past the kids and out of the house, quickly tidied the attic and was in the kitchen preparing garnish and vegetables by the time that Dave reappeared clutching the main ingredient for his meal. Later Costos told me that while walking along the road away from the house he had seen a car driver peering at him, so he had thrown himself into some bushes where he remained hidden for over half an hour. From the way Beth sat back I could tell she had concluded her story and although she had not actually said, I gathered that Costos had returned to Cyprus. "So what are you going to do now?" I asked. "I was hoping you might have some ideas?" she said. "One obvious option is for you to run away to Cyprus, with or without the children." Beth shook her head emphatically. "I couldn't to that to David because I do still love him. Besides which my Cypriot lover is not exactly the brightest light on the Xmas tree - he is far below the intellectual level of my husband and all our friends. He is perfect for getting hot and sticky with but not for normal day to day life. I hate to admit this but I was not sorry when he decided to go home early. It's understandable - while David was home Costos had to kick his heels in town and even when in the house he had to spend hours in the attic not daring to make a sound. In the end he got rather demanding and was no longer the happy carefree fisherman who first fucked me out of my mind." "If your husband didn't know about your fling you could possibly have talked him into you taking separate holidays but he might be immediately suspicious if you suggested it now." "And I don't think just one week of concentrated sex would be enough to get me through the rest of the year," Beth agreed. I thought for a few moments and then told her, "The best advice that I can give you is this. Tell your husband frankly that you have a need for other men but say that you are fighting it. From what you have told me about his behaviour and going off my experience of other men in similar situations, I think it quite possible that he will come to some sort of accommodation with you about it. Failing that he might try to keep you satisfied with his own efforts." * David Thwaites was a good looking man with an air of authority but with a rather strained expression on his face. He was I guessed around six feet tall and about 35 years old. I took the precaution of providing him with a fruit drink that had been doctored with the addition of a mild relaxant. The moment that he seemed settled comfortably in his chair, I asked, "What are your feelings on sex?" The question caught him unprepared as I intended. "It's OK. You go a bit crazy for it when you are first married, like a kid with a new toy but you soon get over that. There are far more important things in life - career, children, even hobbies. Sex is very nice when you have the time and are not too tired but it's not the be-all and end-all of everything." I pretended to write something on the pad resting on my knee and then prompted, "I believe you want to tell me about your wife having an involvement with a man she met on holiday?" Instead of answering my question and talking about his wife's affair, David proceeded to tell me about his house, children, job and the early years of the marriage, most of which I already knew. I allowed him to talk uninterrupted and eventually he arrived at the holiday in question. "It was the first time that Beth and I were going away together since the honeymoon and I was really looking forward to it. Then the day before we were due to fly my boss rang to say he wanted me to commission a new factory in Germany - a process that involved checking that all equipment had been installed correctly and then organising test runs. This had been scheduled for October but the client had discovered that if he could get the item onto his books in an earlier financial year, there were substantial tax benefits - something to do with depreciation. In consequence he had demanded that the whole schedule should be brought forward by two full months. I protested that I was on holiday but my boss said he was aware of that. 'The job will only take you three days at the most and the bonus could pay for your holiday several times over,' he urged. Like a fool I agreed to do it but, as I could have predicted, my wife was not exactly pleased, in fact she was extremely annoyed. Even at the airport she was very cool as I kissed her goodbye but I consoled myself with the thought that it would be a different matter in Cyprus when she knew how much extra money we would have to spend on ourselves due to the slight delay. That night I rang her mobile from Germany and I was pleased to hear from the background noise that she had ventured down to the bar. Beth did not actually say a lot but I could tell from her voice that she was already a whole lot happier." Cyprus Affair It was at this point that I found out that, like his wife, David was a smoker. "The factory was an absolute bloody mess," he said. "Almost all of the heavy plant had been set up incorrectly and a whole load of vital monitoring equipment hadn't even been delivered. It took all three days to sort out the existing problems and the missing delivery still hadn't come but was promised for the following day. At this point I rang Beth to say that I would be a further couple of days. Of course she was disappointed but actually accepted the news far better than I had expected. At the end of those forty-eight hours I was no further forward but the missing controls were promised without fail for first light the following morning. On the strength of that I rang my wife again saying I would be delayed for another three days but promising I would be with her for the second week, whether the job was finished or not." "And did they arrive?" I prompted. David shook his head. "No but fortunately I was able to ascertain that they wouldn't that night, but it took a lot of ringing round and took me almost up to midnight. With more time spent on the telephone I was able to book a flight in the early hours of the morning but by then it was far too late to let Beth know the good news." "I bet that she was very pleased to see you," I suggested provocatively but could tell immediately from his face that I was wrong. "I got to the hotel sometime before 9 a.m. the next morning," he continued. I tapped on the room door gently not wanting to startle my wife and when this brought no response, I assumed she was still asleep and got someone from the desk to let me in. The suite was deserted. My wife's luggage was on the floor. It was open but apart from a couple of dresses hanging in a wardrobe, it had not even been unpacked. Even more strange, the bed looked almost as if it had not been slept in. I made myself a cup of tea but had to break the seal on the pack of tea bags to do so and the milk in the small fridge had also not been opened. It all looked very suspicious until I started rationalising. The hotel obviously had a very efficient maid service, the milk was fresh that morning, Beth had almost certainly been drinking coffee not tea and why should she bother unpacking when she had only herself to think about. Besides that, a dirty dress and three pairs of knickers stuffed in a carrier bad were undoubted signs of occupation. I concluded that she had gone out early and this was confirmed when my wife burst in through the door. She did look shocked rather than pleased to see me but then only the night before I had told her that I would definitely be stuck in Germany for another three days." My confidant had so much trouble fumbling out a fresh cigarette that I leaned forward to light it for him. He took several deep drags and then continued in a tight voice, "Beth said that she had been out early, as I had surmised and at that point I had absolutely no suspicions. Then this Cypriot guy who could not have been older than twenty-five just wandered into the apartment as if he owned the place and all my doubts came rushing back with a vengeance." "I can imagine the situation," I murmured sympathetically. "Beth made it seem quite innocent. First she got rid of him, saying something about 'lessons' and then explained who he was. I believed her completely so it was a poor attempt at a joke that made me ask her, 'Has he fucked you?' If I had seriously suspected a connection between them I would never have asked the question like that. I imagined Beth saying 'Of course, dozens of times' at which we would both have laughed and it would have dissipated the restraint that had developed between us since I elected to go to Germany. What she actually said was, 'Yes', blunt and brutal, just the one word 'yes' with no explanation or attempt at justification. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she really had let that young dago shag her." His voice trailed off and I waited patiently until he regained control of his emotions. After about a minute he said, "I wanted to know how often it had happened but my wife was rather vague about that. She seemed to think it was not important - I suppose she was right because it took only the once to make her into an unfaithful wife. I could see all too easily how it had happened - she gets this young guy to act as her escort but after three days she is missing me badly and when I tell her that I will be away longer it is too much of a disappointment. This guy sees his chance, moves in to catch her at a vulnerable moment and before she knows what is happening he has got his dick inside her. After that though, they do seem to have crammed in an incredible amount of fucking - you won't believe all the sexual things that she later admitted to have done with this complete stranger." "And yet you seem to have forgiven her straight away," I interrupted, "Almost as if you'd half hoped that something like that would happen". "It was nothing like that. To be honest I haven't got exactly clean hands myself. It happened a couple of times in the early days and there were extenuating circumstances but you can't get past the fact that it was infidelity, so to be fair I hadn't much alternative but to forgive her. Besides which, my Germany trip wasn't as compulsory as I pretended. I was swayed by the size of the bonus they offered, even though it was money we didn't really need. So you see, it was largely my fault for setting up the situation where she was able to cheat." "Apart from that, at the risk of sounding like a television reporter, how did her affair make you feel," I asked. "It's funny but at the time it did not bother me as much as I would have expected," he said thoughtfully. "I think that I just pretended that it had not happened because I was intent on enjoying the holiday I had left. When we were back at home it was a different matter. With a bit of astute questioning I gradually found out a load of details and it turned out to be very different from the four of five quick shags that I had imagined. She mentioned lots of other sex stuff she has not done with me for years and some I don't remember at all. For example, when she used to regularly suck my penis, I almost always still ejaculated inside her pussy but she seems to have enjoyed actually swallowing this chaps cum. Beth also said that he particularly liked her turning her back on him. She told me this as if expecting that it would really upset me and that was puzzling because it can only be the kind of doggie fashion that I still do with her occasionally. Hearing all this made me feel hurt and very jealous but it would be wrong not to admit that it also excited me a lot." David stopped and looked, as if expecting some reaction from me to this confession but I said nothing and simply nodded encouragingly for him to continue. When he did speak his voice his voice was a lot calmer. "When I found out that his cock was significantly larger than mine it actually helped rather than make me more jealous because I realised that Beth going a bit crazy in Cyprus was not all my fault. Anybody can see that a big cock gives more sensation and for an engineer like me who is always dealing with fit and friction, it was glaringly obvious." I nodded, to indicate that I couldn't fault his logic but didn't speak, not wanting to interrupt his flow. "The trouble was that, although this knowledge helped me come to terms with my wife's lewd behaviour on holiday, it gave me new problems when work commitments started keeping me away from home. It is logical that if my wife has picked up a taste for being fucked with a bigger cock than I happen to have then she is going to be looking for a replacement for the Cypriot chap and what better opportunity than when I am working away. Ever since, while I'm not at home, I've thought about it constantly. What bothers me most is not the fact that she could be doing it but that I know nothing about it." I was about to step in with some comment when David said harshly, "The whole fucking business is sending me paranoid. Would you believe that I keep thinking I have seen her lover here in England? One day I was stopped at the lights in town when someone who looked exactly like him walked past right in front of the car and another time, going into a supermarket near there, the same guy was leaving the building in the other section of the revolving door. The time that made we think I was going crazy was actually the first and happened very near my home when I was driving back from buying some steak in the village. I live on what might be a long straight Roman road except that there is this unexplained kink in it. As I approached the bend, there was the bastard strolling along large as life. I slammed on the brakes, did a very fast and dangerous U turn and accelerated back to confront him but when I got back round the bend there wasn't a soul in sight. It was all imagination and the thought that I was going crazy really shook me. I must have stayed parked by the side of the road for over fifteen minutes before I felt calm enough to go back home. I think I might have forgotten about it had if I hadn't seen him again those other two times. I do seem to have got a bit of a grip on myself because it is well over a fortnight now since my imagination has played tricks on me." David took a long pause and said, "I came to you thinking you might be interested in my story but mainly hoping to hear your opinion on what is likely to happen now and possibly get some advice on what I should do." "That depends on what motivated your wife to continue her relationship with this other man after the original seduction. If the attraction was primarily emotional then the likely outcome is likely to be very different from if it was physical." "I don't think I understand," he said. "If your wife is in love with this man or besottedly believes she is then your problem is keeping her. As there are children involved then there is a between sixty and seventy percent probability that she will leave you for him, depending on the availability of the man - with no children in the equation that would rise to almost ninety percent. The good side to this situation is that, if she does stop with you it is possibly because she really loves you too much to leave and there is a reasonable chance that she will remain faithful from now on." "And if the attraction is a very big cock and the way that the guy makes her feel with it?" he asked. "Then she will most likely want to stay with you and if she leaves it will be because you have kicked her out. The down side is that she will keep going with other men, one after the other, always looking for a new sensation that was better than the last," I told him bluntly. "It was a physical thing," he said definitely. "It looks as if I am going to have a lot to come to terms with." "Do you really believe that your wife has already started seeing other men?"" He shook his head. "I know now that she hasn't yet but she wants to. It's rather a coincidence but last night she decided to talk to me about things. Beth swears that she has not been with another man since this guy Costos and I believe her - but she admits that she has picked up a craving for well endowed men and doesn't know how long she can keep on managing to resist the temptation." "What did you tell her?" "I asked her to let me think about it for a bit. I did not want to say anything until I had spoken to you," he said. "I was thinking about it almost all night. My first thought was that if she did it while I was away, as long as she made sure that neither the children nor our friends knew what she was up to, then life could continue as normal. I soon realised that wouldn't work. All the time I was away I would be thinking what she was doing and it would be as bad if not worse than just suspecting. For it to work at all, she would have to tell me everything that happened, much like she has done about Cyprus." "So what are you going to do?" "What do other men do in my situation?" "Some just turn a blind eye but they are the exception. The vast majority are like you. They are prepared to tolerate it happening as long as they are kept completely in the picture - that way they feel less excluded and could be said to participate vicariously at second hand. Then there are the ones who actually like to watch." "Watch? You can't be serious," he said incredulously. "I'm very serious - they actually comprise a very significant group. Some are in the same room by agreement and others manage to see what happens from some secret vantage point. I know of two or three instances where husbands have rigged up CCTV cameras in rooms where they know their wife is going to have sex with a lover." "That is obscene," David said, but the way he was licking his lips indicated a mind already working to a different agenda.