Author's Notes: This is a story of a husband who wants to live his fantasies but doesn't like the reality. This includes cuckold, Hotwife, humiliation and other types of fetishes.
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This is Part 2 of my continuing story.
My name is Steve and Tracy and I have been married for over 7 years. We've also been together a total of 10 years.
I have a problem. I wanted to spice up our bedroom sex with one of my biggest fantasies. Now, there wasn't anything wrong with our sex life and although it had slowed a bit as we got older and into daily lives, it was still really good. My wife Tracy was 35 and still looked like she was in her mid 20s. She was fit with C breasts that still defied gravity, a flat stomach and even a cute little heart tattoo in her bikini line right above her bald pussy.
What was my fantasy and how did it all go wrong?
Well one night while we were in the middle of making love, I suggested she become a Hotwife and cuckold me.
Tracy was furious. This led to a huge argument, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut and just kept digging a deeper and deeper hole for myself. I told her about how I wanted her to fuck other men and give me a little humiliation and even have me eat out their cream pies.
She was beside herself. She was angry, hurt and more than anything really heartbroken because I compared her doing this to what she did in college.
In college, Tracy was a slut (her words, not mine). She was so cock crazy that anyone who took her out to dinner, or even to a party might wind up between her legs. While the sexual pleasure was amazing, at the end of college she didn't like reputation she had made for herself.
She moved to another big city, started a career and even went a whole year with no dates. She was afraid to slip back into seeking that pleasure that meant ruining her reputation and becoming just another notch on a bedpost again. She had confided all of this in me early on and when I brought it up, comparing what she did with what I wanted her to do, it broke her heart.
We didn't speak for almost a week, and she had moved my things into the guest room and guest bathroom.
When she went out with her best friend Michelle, she came home to try to reconcile with me. And that's when she found me in the guest room jerking off my 5 1/2" dick watching cuckold porn. I exploded all over my hand about the time that I noticed she was standing in the doorway. She walked off and locked the Master bedroom door before I could get there and told me to just jerk off my pathetic dick.
Friday night she went out again, but Michelle had cancelled on her at the last minute. I found that out when I called my best friend Mike, Michelle's husband and he said Michelle was with him. It was later once she got home that I found out that she had went to a bar about 45 minutes away that her old boyfriend Zac had just opened.
Saturday morning, Tracy sat at the Kitchen Island sipping her coffee and eating breakfast I had made for her telling me. "I ended up going to a bar instead." She was still chewing and watching me.
I froze and just looked straight at her. "What?"
"Yeah, it turned out that Zac from college opened a bar in the next town over. I had saw it posted by a mutual friend online, so I went and hung out with him for a while."
Her eyes were searching mine for any type of recognition.
"Zac?" I spoke. I was trying to play innocent, but I remembered that she had told me that Zac was one of her regular fuck buddies in school. She had told me that she couldn't resist him because while he wasn't the biggest, she had ever had, he was the best lover and could go for a long time with that 7" cock of his.
"You remember me telling you about Zac. We dated in college."
"Oh yeah, well did you two catch up and have a good time."
Tracy slid the plate back to me across the counter and stood up. She was irritated that I didn't show a single ounce of jealousy.
"Not yet, but we are meeting for drinks this evening." I just stood there looking at her. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had a cold sweat start to break out on my body. Meanwhile, she just held onto her coffee and slowly started walking towards the bedroom.
"Be careful what you wish for Steve." Is all she said as she shut and locked the bedroom door.
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I was stunned and suddenly had a pit in my stomach. Tracy wasn't acting like my loving wife. She had a cold side to her this morning.
Her last words, "Be careful what you wish for" were ominous and hung in the air. Stinging me over and over again.
I busied myself cleaning up the Kitchen and then went to the store to get some groceries. I was trying to do everything I could in order to get back in her good graces. The store was packed, and the lines were long. With the crowd and traffic, it took me longer than I meant for it to. The sun was starting to set when I got back to our nice little house in the suburbs.
It was almost 6 o'clock and the sun was turning into that brillant orange color as I pulled into the driveway. Most people were settling down for a nice Saturday night or leaving for a date night. As I was putting the groceries away, Tracy came out of the bedroom.
She looked stunning. She was wearing some ankle high black boots with a pretty good heel on them to show off her long legs and nice ass. She had that mixed with a black dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. It was form fitting with a deep plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage.
In the back, the dress dipped down and showed that her perky breasts were not being supported by a bra. The dress came down to about mid-thigh. Not slutty short, but definitely sexy. She looked like a goddess in that outfit that fit her perfectly. I hadn't ever seen this dress before and almost gasp when I saw it.
"Wow. You look amazing." I said taking it all in.
"Thanks" she said as she smiled and twirled around.
"I haven't seen that dress before, is it new?"
Her smile went away a little bit as she said, "Well, I bought it a while ago to wear to dinner on your birthday in a couple of weeks. But after this past week of you showing me how little you cared about me, I decided to wear it for Zac instead."
My mouth dropped open. "What? I thought you were joking about that."
"Oh no, after the week of hell you've put me through and all the emotional turmoil you caused me, I figured I was due a little fun. And what better way to do that than to go out for some drinks with an old friend and catch up."
I suddenly started sweating. This was all too real and not at all what I realized I wanted. I suddenly got my voice back and started to plead with her. "Honey, I understand you have every right to be upset with me. I was insensitive, but I told you I was sorry and to forget it. I don't want you to do this anymore!"
She shot me a look that was meant to kill. "I don't think you get to be in charge anymore jerk off boy. I was so hurt and mad at you that it took a while to calm down. Then when I finally tried to talk to you, I come home to you jerking off like a teenage pervert."
My face went red, and I was ashamed. I couldn't look at her.