Authors note:
This is the start of a small cuckold / hotwife I want to try out. I wrote this just to dip my toe in this category. If you don't like this type of story, please don't read any further. I have plenty of other stuff both published and coming along, and this is likely a rare occasion where I write within this particular fetish.
Also, huge thanks to Grandeman and Violett for all the help provided. Both gave tremendous feedback and held my hand through it all.
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I met my fiancée back in my first year of college. I was originally dating someone else, but when that went to shit, Cassandra was there to comfort me. And boy did she comfort me. We sat next to each other at the library, and when she saw how distraught I was one morning she reached out to me. She was kind and gentle, letting me air out to her.
I didn't really know Cass, but I can't lie. I had noticed her before. Even when I was dating the other girl I sometimes caught myself staring at Cassandra. And when she reached out to me after my breakup, something about her made me trust her. Something I had not regretted ever since.
Me? I'm Isaac. I was raised in a pretty conservative white family. Not a deep-fried south kind of conservatism, but I certainly was a bit on the nervous side when I brought a black girl home. But Cassandra won them all over, and soon she was part of the family like she always was meant to be.
Cassandra Rose was truly an amazing woman. I have no idea how I scored such a gorgeous thing, but yet I was a lucky bastard. She had light brown skin, being African-American, and beautiful hazel eyes which always creased so cutely whenever she smiled. And that smile of hers... When she smiled it always reached her eyes, and her whole face lit up like a beacon in a dark tunnel. Though, I was in no dark tunnel. I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine!
And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger.
Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.
When we both finalized our BAs, I popped the question. I knew Cass was the one. So after a few years of dating, and another two years as fiancées, we finally got around to start planning the wedding, and perhaps even starting a family down the line. For the time being, Cass did her masters in bioengineering while I just got myself a cushy management job with a secluded office, and settled in. My job allowed us to rent a small house in the suburbs, a nice beginner house until we were able to buy something proper.
In addition, we were no strangers to pulling up our sleeves. We both liked the outdoors and living an active lifestyle that kept us both in decent shape, though Cass was way fitter than me being a former athlete. Cass had a job at a hotel where she worked one weekend a month, and also volunteered at a local food pantry and a soup kitchen.
Our relationship was great. Truly great. Cassandra evolved into becoming my best friend, as well as my romantic partner. In the beginning, we made love as often as possible. We still did but had slowed down with the wedding coming up, and with me having a job, Cass in the spring semester of her degree, and such.
Plus, Cass wasn't the most sexual person. It's not that she doesn't enjoy sex, and I definitely enjoy sex with her. But to her it was like an extension of cuddling, always wanting to be able to have eye contact, to be face to face. Which was great, don't get me wrong. That's just how it is, and I love it.
All that would change.
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Cassandra and I were sitting one day eating our lunch at my office, talking about the wedding, her next lecture, and other stuff. She had surprised me by visiting me. A pleasant surprise of course. We shared lunch from time to time, but it had been a minute since the last time.
"Ehm, Isaac. Who the fuck is that?" Cassandra asked. I turned and looked.
In the small window in my office door, I saw the coarse face of our newest janitor, Neil. He had just begun as a janitor on our floor. He was a large, thoroughly annoying dude. Neil had this annoying tendency where he always insisted on doing the offices when it was at its busiest. Though today, it seemed like he wanted to interrupt my lunch break.
I often shared my lunch break at my office with my soon-to-be wife, Cassandra, who studied a small drive away. She would stop by somewhere and get our lunch and head down to my office so we could share some extra time together. She also usually picked me up, working this close to each other allowed some carpooling.
"Oh, that? That's Neil, the new janitor. Don't mind him. He can be kind of a creep, just ignore him," I chuckled. Cassandra rolled her eyes.
It looked like Neil had been standing there for more than a minute, his broad face startled as we looked over at him. Being caught, Neil didn't pretend anymore and entered the room.
Neil was a large man. Not tall, but wide. Blonde. He sort of had that look of a guy who was handsome in high school, maybe even in college, but then had a nuclear meltdown ever since. Blonde mop on his head, stubbled. Broad shoulders, but extremely out of shape.
"'Scuse me, guys, I'm just gonna—" Neil started and started up the loudest vacuum cleaner ever, drowning down any attempts of conversation.
Might as well, we were discussing plans for our upcoming wedding, and this annoying idiot didn't really need to hear any of that. Instead, we sat awkwardly looking at each other, eyebrows raised, eating each our lunch.
Neil was moving his unfit body around the office, vacuuming the carpet, yanking the bin, and making a lot of unnecessary noise. I looked over at him annoyed, hoping he took the hint.
Neil didn't meet my eyes. Instead, while he had made his way back to the door he was openly staring at Cassandra's ass. Right in front of me! The balls on this fucking guy.
But at the same time... I couldn't help but feel a small tingling sensation. A small adrenaline rush. Slowly I realized that seeing this greasy large dude ogling my beautiful, kind girlfriend excited me. Cassandra was way out of this guy's league. Perhaps that was why he wasn't hiding his stare all that well, he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. He might've already eaten the inevitable rejection and did not care as much of the social consequences of being a staring creep.
Neil hadn't seen me catching him yet. I saw his beady eyes trace Cassandra's sexy body, dressed in tight khaki pants and a light green button-up shirt hiding her perky, full breasts. Her ass truly hugged those pants firmly. Hell, no wonder he was staring. Cassandra was hot just sitting there.
Neil started to move up close to Cassandra, feigning getting the bin, but it was clear as day he tried to get a whiff of her scent. Neil lingered for a few moments, tying the bag, then leaned up, his eyes fixed on her strong thighs. His white forehead shone with sweat.
Then Cassandra turned her head, looking up at him standing beside her. That startled Neil enough to rush the rest of the cleaning, pack his shit and fuck off.
Cassandra turned back to me, mouthing, "What the fuck?"
She had obviously caught him staring. We continued talking about the wedding only 3 months away, ignoring all of that awkward shit.
Later that day, when she picked me up outside the office, I decided, who knows why, to push the subject.
"You had an admirer today," I said, grinning at Cassandra. Cassandra shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm hot as shit," Cassandra said nonchalantly. I chuckled.
"You're not wrong. Those khakis really hug that nice ass of yours good," I told her. Compliments weren't hard to come by when it came to Cass. She was just the best.
