He just stood there in the doorway. His mouth wide open, eyes fixed on me and a "tell all" bulge in the front of his trousers. He could not hide it.
These things before my eyes confirmed several suspicions I had developed over the last few months. Things I had researched on my own, tested and confirmed by ways unknown to my husband.
About a year before this night, he had witnessed other men hitting on me at a Christmas party my law firm had in a hotel. These were husbands of our legal clerks, a few partners and some of the new lawyers we had recruited that year.
I found it odd that my husband would not react to these advances from others. I expected him to push his way in between them and me. Even when I looked at him across the room, he would not walk over to introduce himself, ward off these advances in a subtle but honorable way and "save" me from more of the same.
Nope.
He sat across the room at our empty table and watched. He never moved once, but he kept watching.
In his defense, he did not know any of the words exchanged, so I could chalk it up to trust, love or just give in to the fact that I could be over reacting.
I could, if I hadn't discovered his browsing history on the home computer. I was at home trying to finalize a huge presentation, complete some other documents and finish up my cost analysis for a third case I was working on and the computer froze.
I was able to figure it out myself, but not before discovering several obscure pages he had saved to favorites. Pages with a common theme and topic.
"Its always the creative types that have the darkest sides." I told myself.
I copied and pasted these sites to my own user profile and saved them. I actually found a page he had joined in some chat groups where he asked a lot of awkward questions. I decided to join that particular group and have a little fun of my own. The idea was to tease my husband a little and secretly humiliate him.
I made up a dummy email account and joined the group with a name that would get his attention. "Cuck Owner". I found a few photos of a woman online wearing a leather mask that looked a lot like me and used that as the profile. Then I set things in motion and waited.
It took less than a week before he fell for it and I was both shocked and amazed at the amount of information he was willing to share with strangers and with hold from me at the same time.
We shared messages back and forth. I got him to email me intimate details, sexual fantasies and some confessions. Things got very interesting.
My husband wanted me to Cuckold him. Not just sleep around, he was "in" deep. He wanted extra items associated to this fantasy and I quickly learned I was ill prepared for any additional conversations with him. So I replied that I was headed out of town for a week and I wanted him to email me a fantasy every day. Ones that involved his wife and him. "Email me every day so I have something to look forward to when I get back and I will see what I can do to help. I want to KNOW you are committed to letting this happen before I help you make it happen."
I waited a few days before I checked my email. In the meantime, I made an appointment with a sex therapist that we had testify in an older case a few months ago. She squeezed me in for a short Q & A session and I brought her some lunch to show my appreciation.
I quickly got a rough and arousing education on the Cuckold fetish. It was both upsetting and refreshing to get a woman's perspective on this and an expert analysis at the same time.
I pretended this information was for a client, so in case she ever came back to the firm I could keep an element of discretion.
"So what is in it for the woman?" I asked the doctor.
She blushed a little. "Well, if a man wants this arrangement for his wife, she can be rest assured this is all he has thought about for quite a while. This kind of fantasy consumes some men, and its all they think about. If SHE can freely date other men that she picks, enjoy a romantic dinner, dancing and other interests with other men with the security of a marriage with her husband, then I guess the advantage is to the woman because she gains variety and adventure. She can have sexual experiences later in life when she knows more and is able to enjoy them better."
There was some silence in the room as I had anticipated less for the woman's benefit.
"So she can have her cake and eat it too?" I asked.
The doctor replied, "Exactly. Its not ideal for all relationships, but for those that need something like this, it works very well."
I closed out the conversation and left the office upset but even more curious than before. This was a rare time when a better understanding did not do me any favors.
I returned to the office and finished up some work, cut my assistant loose for the day and then left. I went to a coffee shop and opened up my email with my back to the wall.
I read the first email my husband had sent to his new "friend" and it was an arousing tale of a woman that had been deprived of pleasure and was taken by co-worker at a company Christmas party while her husband was still at the party.
"Familiar" I told myself.
My husband wrote explicit details about how the clothing came off, the well placed kisses and did an "okay" job including the romance often found with a new lover.
I read the second story about a housewife that didn't have any money to pay for a service call and had to give the plumber a blow job to pay for fixing a clogged drain. This story was gritty, filthy and ended up with the house wife developing a taste for giving other men a blowjob instead of paying her debts.
The third story "hit home" as it was about an older couple that were empty nesters. They were both in high stress jobs and were at the top of their game in their industries. The wife had a higher sex drive than the husband and he was not "well versed" in some aspects of love making. The wife was always horny and always willing to do the risky deed where he was more reserved and less adventurous.
As I read the story, I put my own face and body in place of the main character. I put my husband in place of the husband and I put our neighbor in place of the "stranger" that gets more than he ever wished for one evening.
After I read the story, my panties were soaked. My clit ached and I wanted nothing more than to go home and use my vibrator on myself before my husband got home.
I gulped down my coffee, logged out of the filthy email address and shut things down. I rushed home and found that my husband was NOT home yet.
I checked the time. I had ample time to take care of this, and maybe even rinse off when I was done.
As I pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door, I smiled as I was home first.
I pulled into the garage and shut the car off. As I slipped out of the car, I could feel myself wetter than I had been in weeks. As I closed the car door, our single neighbor peered over the fence and asked if he could borrow a tool we might have.
"Yes, come on around." I yelled back through the garage door.
As I waited, I unbuttoned two buttons on my top, which gave a more than generous view to my cleavage.
"I have to start wearing sexier clothing." I told myself.
Greg was our neighbor for the last 3 years. He kept to himself but would borrow a gardening tool from my husband from time to time. He always brought it back, clean and ready to use.
Greg walked up the drive and he was wearing shirts, a tank top and had a small bit of sweat soaking through. I had noticed in the past that he had a wandering eye, but never let it bother me. Today, I was hoping it would bother HIM.
"Hey Greg ... How's it going?" I asked being friendly.
He smiled broadly and replied, "Cant complain."
Greg was wearing sunglasses but I could tell I had more than enough of his attention today.
"Bingo" I thought to myself.
"So what do you need to rent today?" I teased.
