Diary Of My Downfall

Victoria and I married 12 years ago. Vickie, as she likes to be called, is attractive, slim with a lovely figure and it was no mystery why other men tried to get her attention! I was always a bit jealous whenever I heard her make her mention of her previous sexual partners, the guys she had been with before we married but it never ever occurred to me that I might be a candidate and become a Cuckold.

Vickie works for a company that markets agricultural products; I am a Technical Author with an airline.

She loves her job as she gets to meet with a lot of people.

I keep a diary, love to write, always have.

What follows is an extract of what I have written down over the past year.

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Over time my confidence grew in our stable relationship but I started to have fantasies about her with others which grew as our own sex life became less interesting. Don't get me wrong, our love making was always good, but the excitement was waning. It became more apparent when I noticed stuff like she wouldn't wear sexy undies for me anymore and sex was only ever had in our bed not like before when she would have let me fuck her wherever we were in the house.

About six months ago she told me that there was this man that had been flirting with her at work. He's a sales rep that called on her every month or so. Vickie always dresses nice for work, skirts, heels, nylons etc. So I understood why he'd find her attractive. The more she told me about him flirting, the more I liked it. I looked forward to hearing about his visits and how it had gone.

It clearly excited her too and we would talk about him when we went to bed, make up fantasies and it usually lead to sex. The fantasising got more intense and I encouraged her to flirt back.

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She told me that his visits increased in frequency, that he would now visit once a week or so. She'd tell me how she'd let her skirt rise up a little too much, making it look 'accidental' and how exciting it was for her to note that his eyes would be on her legs.

She admitted to me that her flirting became more serious when one day that she'd taken her bra off before his visit. With just the two of them in her office and her wearing just her jacket and a thin white vest-type top underneath, she'd deliberately left her jacket top open so as she reached for something he got a good view of her bra-less breasts.

This seemed to have been the turning point as he later phoned her to ask if she was alone and could she talk. When she said she was, he said he had to admit that although he was married, he had very strong feelings for her. He said that he knew his behaviour was becoming unprofessional and if it was a problem he would ask to be taken off her company's account,.

Vickie said that she didn't want that to happen and told him that she enjoyed his visits but to be on the safe side and away from eavesdroppers in the office they agreed to meet the following week and talk in private over lunch.

She told me what they had arranged and my mind went into overdrive.

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Our sex life at home had been getting better and to hear this development only added to my fantasising. I would tell her about how hard he'd be for her and how he'd want to kiss her and touch her... and maybe fuck her! She shared my fantasies and added some teasing to our sex talk and we both end up cumming so much it was just like our early days of sex.

I was really excited by how naughty my wife was getting.

I never dreamed she'd do anything like this.

I asked her if she was hoping and wanting more and she reluctantly admitted that she did, that it excited her. I was unsure how far to go with it now though, as there is a big difference between fantasy and actually doing it!

I said that as much as it aroused me, I didn't want to risk losing her. She said that would not happen.

One night in bed as she was stroking my cock, I indicated that maybe it would be OK to wank him, but to go no further. She seemed really happy with this development.

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Over their lunch date he admitted that he couldn't help but be so attracted to Vickie but he was happily married with kids and said that he would never leave his wife. She said the same and that maybe they needed to try and keep their professional and private lives strictly separate.

They agreed to try and stop the flirting and to return to a professional relationship again, but two weeks later he called her to say that he was missing her and could he meet her for lunch again.

When she told me this I was worried and wondered just where 'lunch' would lead. We talked and talked for ages about it all and she suggested (persuaded!) me it might be best for me to meet him one evening over dinner when he would next be staying over this way. That way, she said, I could see that he was actually a nice guy and it would maybe excite me to see him flirt with her.

Looking back now, I think she played me, because the next day she told me that Peter was staying over the following week and had invited us to dinner. I probably had no choice at that point than to agree, so it was set.

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That evening we arranged for the kids to be away and drove out to meet him. Vickie looked gorgeous, her hair and makeup just right and wore a new dress that showed off her lovely curves, as well as new underwear she had bought specially, but I wasn't allowed to see until we got home.

We met at the hotel bar and he wasn't what I expected at all. He was older, maybe mid to late 40's but was very well built, with a hunky type physique. By contrast I am a bit skinny, so I could see why she was attracted to him. He was ever-so polite and charming over dinner and it just seemed so normal. Peter was constantly topping my glass up and it seemed to me that he was more intent on getting me tipsy than Vickie, but all through dinner there was no sign of any flirting between them.

When we finished eating Peter insisted on paying for everything, so on top of having had a nice convivial evening over dinner I now felt indebted to him. At the end of the evening though, he asked if we could go to his hotel room, for a final drink and to chat in private. Vickie made no objection, made it seemed like it was normal thing to do, so I followed behind.

As soon as we got in to his room things changed so quickly though. He simply thanked me for 'letting this happen', then took Vickie in his arms. I am damned sure they had talked this through; it seemed to me that they had planned this.

I was pretty much ignored from there on. He put his hand in Vickie's hair and eased her close to him. His lips gently brushed hers and she showed no sign of stopping him. He whispered how gorgeous she looked and how he wanted this so much, kissing her pretty mouth and neck. At that point he gently sat her on the bed and resumed his kissing of her neck. Her eyes closed and she seemed to relax in to him. His lips found hers again and this time she responded, kissing him back.

Nothing too involved at this stage, just nervous gentle little kisses. It seemed like they were getting to know each other and to judge each other's reactions. My head was spinning and I thought, My God, is she really going to wank him off after all!

His hands were caressing her back over her dress as his mouth opened to kiss more deeply. Vickie instantly responded and her lips opened too. The kissing was incredible to see; my pretty wife letting another man kiss her so intimately. It seemed to carry on for ages. They seemed content to kiss like that for a while and she let his hands wander over her back and in her hair but the intensity was growing all the time and the kissing became more passionate. Soon they were 'snogging' like a pair of teenagers, proper open-mouthed kissing and I was sure that his tongue was in her mouth.

His hands suddenly dropped and came to her front, running over her breasts. I thought maybe she would stop him, but no, in fact I think she kissed him even more passionately! Peter was now taking the full weight of Vickie's lovely breasts in his hands as they continued to kiss deeply. He undid the zip on her dress, easing it off her shoulders, showing me her pretty lace bra and her glorious cleavage, and soon he was all over them again and she moaned softly. She has always liked her breasts touched, so knew she would now have difficulty regaining her composure.

Peter pulled away briefly to look at Vickie before unclipping her bra, easing the straps off her shoulders and revealing her lovely breasts. He gasped out loud, in awe at them and said, "Oh God, they are fucking gorgeous". His face sank into my wife's breasts as he lovingly kissed, licked and sucked on them. It was absolutely surreal to witness; another man kissing and sucking my wife's bare breasts ...and I just sat there like a fool watching!

He caressed her tits gently, lovingly, sucking on her hard nipples and had a quick glance at me. When I didn't react, he smiled a smug grin at me and licked her lovely tits again. Vickie was gasping and sighing now, her eyes closed and her head back as she let his tongue excite her hard nipples. I sat watching him sucking and caress Vickie's bare tits for ages, revelling in them, loving them and thinking if this was the first time since before we were married that another man had touched her like this. I looked at them holding each other and I knew his cock would be so hard.

Eventually he moved his head back to her face and started kissing her deeply. Vickie was so aroused she matched his kisses and started pulling at this shirt, trying to unbutton it. She was struggling, so he pulled away and undid it himself, before removing it completely. I had to admit to a pang of jealousy, he had a good physique, which Vickie loved, and she straightaway started running her hands over his big chest and arms. I felt inadequate.

They kissed again and their hands were all over each other now. Peter tugged at her dress, to get it off and Vickie stood back and let it fall from her waist. She stood there briefly with her breasts exposed wearing nothing but little lace panties, suspenders and stockings and heels. She looked stunning, so incredibly sexy. She was dressed in everything that I had previously asked her to wear, but she wouldn't ... but it was obvious that she had done it so this horny bastard was enjoying it instead.

He pulled her towards him and groaned, "You are fucking gorgeous Vickie. I have never seen any woman look so totally sexy, so utterly fuckable!"

He leaned forward and kissed her tits again before pulling her on to the bed. Kissing like mad as his hand moved over her stockings before moving between my wife's legs. Gently caressing the bare flesh between her legs his hand gradually moved up to stroke over her pretty knickers. She was gasping now and her legs opened involuntarily, encouraging him.

The whole thing seemed unbelievable, this was nothing like we had talked about; it had gone far beyond that. This man was openly taking my wife and she was loving it What's more, I felt powerless to stop it and, if that wasn't bad enough for me to witness, she was completely ignoring my presence!

He had the palm of his hand caressing her pussy over her knickers now, teasing her, loving it. Again, he looked over at me with that smug smile as he teased Vickie's pussy. He moved down the bed so that he was between her legs and began kissing his way along her inner thigh to her panties, kissing and licking her before eventually slipping his hand inside her knickers and pulling them to one side so he could plant a kiss on to her wet pussy.

Vickie was writhing under his touch, gasping, groaning. He eased her panties down her legs exposing her sweet slit and instantly started lapping at her married pussy. Vickie was going mad, in ecstasy as he lovingly kissed and licked her, making her cum so easy. (She'd never acted this way with me before!)

He then pulled away and I could see his face shiny and wet from her juices as she undid his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers down to reveal his throbbing cock. He waited a while letting her see what she had uncovered, her getting her wetter in anticipation and me envious, humiliated and inadequate at the way her eyes seemed to light up at the prospect of him fucking her.

He positioned himself between her open legs and asked her if it was what she wanted.

"Yes, Oh Yes!" she gasped.

Deliberately teasing, he still waited, "... so you want my cock inside you, yes?

Again, she replied, "yes, oh please yes".

He looked over at me and I shrank back in my chair; he was loving this, he had her right where he wanted and now he wanted to let me know. He looked me straight in the eye, smiling as he took and inched his erect cock against my wife's wet pussy. Vickie was moving her hips against it, eager to get him in her, but still he waited, teasing both her and me, before slowly easing his cock head against Vickie's wet pussy, loving that delicious feeling as he rubbed against her lips, knowing he was going to be entering another man's horny wife. It was now or never for me to try and stop it.

I had lost control of the whole situation so quick it was untrue. My head was spinning. I felt sick in my stomach. I didn't quite know what to say to put a stop to this but feebly blurted out , "I thought ... you were ... just going to... wank him!"

She didn't react to the sound of my voice but he actually stopped and looked at me, smiled and said matter-of-factly, "She's already done that, last week...I thought you knew"' and then turned his attentions back to my horny wife.

I watched in amazement as his fat cock head rubbed against her wet pussy, before slowly inching inside her and disappearing. Vickie gasped as his thick shaft penetrated her willing pussy. He slowly slid it all in until he was so deep in her, his face against hers as he kissed her deeply and lovingly. He eased his cock out then thrust it back in, savouring my wife's sweet wet cunt. It was just surreal to watch; Peter thrusting into her and Vickie's stocking-clad legs wrapped round him, holding him in her. All the time kissing, deeply and lovingly. Their mouths locked together and tongues intertwined.

The next ten minutes were just a blur of him fucking her, both of them gasping and groaning, with Peter occasionally looking at me, saying how much she loved his cock in her. His comments aimed at me, belittling me, telling me how much my wife was loving having another man fuck her so intensely. Vickie was in heaven as he continued to fuck his cock in her and moaned in pleasure. She still didn't look my way but I don't think I'd ever seen her so aroused.

Eventually his thrusts speeded up and he told her that he was going to come in her. It only just then that it occurred to me that he wasn't wearing a condom.

She just gasped, "yes oh yes."

"Do you want that Vickie? Do you want me to cum in you "

"Yes," she gasped.

"Tell me honey, tell us what you want!"

"Oh fuck yes, come in me! I want it!"

Then I heard him grunt, "fuck yes, darling, yes here it comes ... I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum ... Can you feel it ... I'm cumming!!" and she seemed to wail and cry as she came with him, encouraging him to fuck her faster and fill her with his cum ...

... and I just sat there like a fucking fool as this man was shooting his cum in my darling wife, both of them cumming so hard together.

I will never forget the sight after as he pulled his cock out and lay beside her. Both of them gasping, breathing hard, with Vickie's legs still open. His spunk seeping out of her pussy as kissed her lovingly. She didn't seem to care. She kissed him softly, lovingly. Their kissing so personal and intense .. and all the time his cum was in and then seeping out of her married pussy.

Only then did she look over me and smile.

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It's like my life has spun out of control since then. It is now accepted that they meet up whenever they want to and they have done so three times so far ... all without me being present.

She said that she's thinking of going away with him for a few days. The latest is that he has a business trip to Italy in two weeks time. I have said no, but I already know that she will go and my head is spinning at the thought. I hate to think about it as I know he will fuck her senseless for 2 days ... yet part of me is getting weirdly aroused at the thought of it too.

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The trip to Italy is a week away now and although I have still said no to her going, even though I know that the flights are booked, I am sure that she will go though.

She keeps on teasing me saying it is in a beautiful part of Northern Italy near the lakes and mountains and that I am being selfish denying her this free trip. All I can think of is them being a 'couple' for two days and them fucking constantly.

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On Friday evening, after putting the kids to bed, she came downstairs wearing a gorgeous white satin and lace negligee and admitted she'd been neglecting my "needs". She said how she wanted to make this adventure exciting for both of us and if she went to Italy she'd more than make it worth my while. All this time she was slowly wanking me (the first 'sex' we'd had in weeks). It felt so good and I didn't want her to stop and somehow I ended up telling her how much I wanted her to go with him to Italy! Shallow of me I know.

After I spurted, she cleaned off her hand, picked up her phone and called Peter to confirm her trip with him.

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My head is still messed up by it all and how quick it's happened. It seems surreal that I'm letting my sweet wife go away with another man! It's crazy, I know, letting my sweet wife go away with another man but all I can think about is them 'fucking like newlyweds on honeymoon' and the visions keep going through my head. Both torturing and exciting at the same time.

She goes on Wednesday morning,

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She left early this morning and I have to admit to having a near breakdown yesterday and me pleading with her not to go .. but she went.

I watched the taxi drive away and I went straight to our bedroom and looked in her wardrobe to check what she might have packed. I found that she had taken two of her nicest dresses and her best Stilletos, her nicest, sexiest underwear including suspender belts and stockings, so now I'm in little doubt what will be happening.

It was later in the day when she texted me to say she'd arrived. My reply was a simple 'has he fucked you yet?' Wrong I know, but I'm so jealous and hurt.

Her reply was 'please don't be like that, I thought we'd sorted this'. I didn't reply.

My insides feel twisted and all I can think is that right this moment he will have her knickers off and be licking her sweet pussy. She will have his cock out. Him kissing her... Him fucking her! I feel sick. I Won't sleep tonight through worry.

I didn't think I'd feel like this.

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She got back late Friday and despite how I felt, I pretended to be OK about the whole situation and be interested and pleased for her. My laid-back attitude certainly worked as she was happy to tell me most of what went on. Yes, they did fuck like newlyweds on honeymoon. She told me that she lost count of how many times but said it started as soon as they got to the hotel. He took her to nice romantic restaurants in the evening. She dressed up for him and then they fucked like mad all night. He even bought her new expensive lingerie, which she 'loved'... and I'm betting he loved fucking her wearing it.

My head is still all over the place. I can't get over what's happened yet, at the same time, but am hard all the time too!

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She's on the pill.

We hadn't had intercourse since this all started but she did let me last Saturday after her return. It was quick though and I got the impression she was only doing it for my pleasure only, if I'm honest. She seemed happy to talk about her adventures as 'foreplay' but then pretty much let me get on with it and she didn't seem to get aroused at all.