A support group for cuckolds. Yeah, right. Probably a bunch of wife-swappers. Maybe another porn site. That's what I thought when I clicked on the link. Man, was I ever surprised! That was six months ago. Tonight, I'm the first speaker.
"Hi, I'm Bob, and I'm a cuckold."
"Hi, Bob."
The nude pictures my wife and I took of each other were supposed to be just for our own enjoyment. I kept a few of Laura on a thumb drive in my desk at work. As far as I knew, she had some of me at her job. I didn't know for sure, but I thought she did. She knew I had one of her at work. When things were slow, I took the drive out and looked at her on my computer. Her big firm breasts always captivated me. She had other good qualities, like soft alabaster skin, a narrow waist, strong legs that reached up to her ass, sparkling blue eyes, shiny blonde hair, and a shaved pussy. What I loved most was her smile. It could melt an iceberg.
We had a lot of fun taking the pictures. She did a slow striptease while I shot away. I took close-ups of every part of her body from her lips to her full breasts and rigid nipples to her navel, her puffy pussy lips, her smooth legs. Then she took the camera, and I posed. At least half of her shots of me centered on my cock. Her favorite had my sperm flying through the air. We also took several of us in a hip-lock. You would think there had a been a third person taking those shots, but we just used the time-delay feature on the camera. This was a bit tough for her because when she was ready for me to mount her, I had to dash to the camera, get everything properly framed in the viewfinder, press the shutter button, then dash back to climb into the saddle. She would be frantic with lust waiting for me. We planned those shots to minimize her frustration.
One day during lunch, I was looking at a full-length nude of Laura when one of my colleagues happened to walk by and see the photo. "Is that your wife?" he asked openmouthed. I nodded my head. "She's beautiful. You should put her on one of the newsgroups."
"She'd kill me," I said. "These are just for our own enjoyment."
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to snoop."
"It's okay. She knows I bring them to work. She's comfortable with the idea someone might accidentally see them. If I put a single picture of her fully dressed online, I'm dead meat."
"So don't tell her, or does she look at the newsgroups?"
"No, she doesn't."
"Then why not share your good fortune with the world? How would she find out?"
So I did it. I put a close-up of her pussy on one of the groups. There was no way to identify her from that one picture. No part of her face showed. Her hands were out of the picture so her rings couldn't give her away. I sent it from my mailbox at work to keep her from finding it on my home computer.
The next day there were three emails in her mailbox complimenting her about the picture. Laura might have dismissed them as typing errors in the address line, but one had her name in the text. With all the sex groups on the Internet, it was highly improbable she would find the original posting. She did it in two minutes. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed when she saw my work email address on it. "We agreed we could not put our pictures on any damn website! Give me that thumb drive right now!" She snatched it out of my hand before I could hold it out to her. I spent the next three nights on the sofa.
We had two home computers, but only one Internet account, so we took turns checking our email and stuff. Usually, I got home first. The first night after she took the thumb drive from me, she was already online when I got home. She didn't sign off until after ten o'clock. I had to fetch my own dinner. In an attempt to mend the broken fences, I fixed hers too, but she wouldn't open the door when I knocked and announced her dinner was ready. When she finally came out of the den, she went straight to the kitchen to warm her dinner in the microwave. "Thanks," she said casually as she passed through the living room to the bedroom with her plate. I was so depressed I had no desire to check my email.
The next evening, Laura kept our Internet connection tied up again. I heard her giggling from time to time with a few oohs and aahs thrown in. Again I fixed dinner for both of us and ate mine alone. When she came out, she informed me she would be coming home late the next night.
It was midnight when she got home. She looked like she had just gotten off work and had an unusual spring in her step as she came through the living room. "It looks like you had a good time," I commented.
"I had a wonderful time," she sighed.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a sly grin. "I've been thinking about letting you come back to bed..." I started to follow her toward the bedroom. "...tomorrow." She closed the bedroom door in my face. Dejected, I curled up under my blanket and tried to sleep.
I hadn't seen her looking so happy in a couple of years. I had the impression a great weight had been taken off her shoulders. There shouldn't have been anything bothering her except for my big mistake of posting her picture online. I had only put up the one. It still baffled me she could find it so easily.
Equally puzzling was that those three guys knew how to send their comments directly to her without going through me. There had been a hundred sent to me the first day with fewer coming in with each passing day until they stopped altogether. Most of them fell into two categories -- 'nice looking pussy' and 'I'd like to fuck that.' The three she received were in the latter. Could they have been from guys she worked with? Even if they were, how did they recognize her pussy? Or were they guys I worked with? If so, they would need my password to see what I sent. The more I thought about it, the more mysterious the whole matter became.
