Preface: This is a story about a man who for years has secretly wanted his wife to cuckold him and when she discovers his cache of files on their computer, he gets his wish. If cuckold stories are not your thing then please click on as this story has strong female control and male submission story lines including cross dressing with lingerie. Also a lot of emphasis is placed on his fascination with cum and eating her creampie.
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"David, what the hell have you been reading on this computer? These web sites are about hot wives and married women screwing around with other men."
"Oh it's nothing dear, I'm just playing around is all," I tell her.
"I can't believe you read this crap. Do you think real people do this stuff? Why are there so many bookmarks of slut wife stories and look at all these pictures. My god these pictures are really gross. Is that cum in her cunny? Jesus David, I'm so upset with you."
My wife Deb is fuming as she reads some of the stories I've bookmarked and keeps mumbling to herself about what a pervert I am. She must have spent an hour or so on the computer before she went looking for me and found me in the garage.
"David, why do you read those kinds of stories? Does that stuff turn you on or something? Why haven't you ever told me you like to read about wives who date and cuckold their husbands?"
"It's just that I, maybe think of you, and you know, doing stuff with others. I'm really turned on when I read them and when we make love I think about you with another man and it makes me hard as a rock."
"Well, I think you got rocks in your head," she says and walks back into the house.
I'm kicking myself for leaving the computer running and not logging off. I'm so stupid; I should have erased my history and hidden those story and pic files better. What am I going to do now that she knows what I fantasize about? I'll just act like it's nothing and maybe she'll get over it.
At dinner she acted normal and didn't mention anything more about what she found on the computer. She put our young son to bed earlier than usual and went to bed herself without even saying goodnight. I waited till I thought she was asleep and crawled into bed.
Not two minutes later she says, "David do you really think you could handle me doing stuff with other men like in those stories?"
"Debbie, I am sorry for not talking to you before about this subject, but I never expected you to find out what I read on the computer when you're not here."
"You mean you're sorry you got caught."
"No, yea, ok I'm sorry but maybe now that you know we can talk about it. Like no I don't want you to be a slut or anything, just maybe tease me a little to liven things up, you know, here in the bedroom. Maybe that's why I read them, to add jest to my libido." I explain to her.
"I read a few of those stories and they are very explicit and direct in their content. Wives going on dates and fucking men with their husbands consent and encouragement. You never answered my question."
"Could I handle you being with someone else?" I repeated her question.
"Yes." She replied.
"Debbie, I really don't know if I want you to be with anyone else. I do know I love you more than anything and would never cheat on you."
"Well, I can see you're not going to answer me and tell me what you really think, so I'll just have to find out another way. Goodnight." She says and then rolls over, but I can tell she is thinking.
The next few days drags on and she doesn't say anything about the subject. On Friday morning she says she would like to go out that evening for dinner and has already asked our babysitter over for that evening. I tell her it sounds like fun as we haven't been out for a few weeks. When I get home from work she is already in the bathtub and is sipping a glass of wine. She's very cheery and asks me how my day was. I'm thinking like everything is getting back to normal and maybe I'll get lucky tonight. She puts on a new bra and panty set and starts doing her makeup, telling me to shower and hurry up or we'll be late for dinner. I come out of the shower and see she has on a new short cotton dress. I can faintly see her pink panties and lacy bra right through the soft white fabric. My wife looks hotter than I've seen her in years as her makeup is different and hair must have been done today.
We have a very nice dinner at the steak house and she suggests we stop at the local watering hole for a few beers and a game of pool, saying, "David I'd really enjoy stopping there, maybe they'll have a band tonight and I can dance a little." She tells me knowing I don't like to dance.
"Great," I say and as we're walking in I instinctively pat my back pocket to check my wallet is there and realize I don't have it. We used to be regulars at this bar, so I tell Deb to go on in and get us a seat and I'll be right back. When I get to the car I can't find it, so thinking she'll be alright I drive back to the restaurant. They don't know anything about it and I'm really concerned. I'm back at the bar and looking for Deb to see if she picked it up and I can't find her. Hell, I don't even have money for a beer.
"Hey there handsome" I hear Deb say behind me.
I ask her if she saw my wallet and she gives it to me and says she just picked it up off the car seat for me when I got out of the car. I'm embarrassed as hell and tell her I drove back to the restaurant to find it.
"So that's where you've been. I'm sorry, I didn't know where you were going."
"Is there a band tonight," I asked her.
"Yes, dear. It's an oldies group and they're supposed to be pretty good."
"Really." I say. "And you know that because?"
Ohhh yea. "Well a nice young man I met, actually he's a friend of a girlfriend of mine, bought me a beer and we chatted at the bar. My girlfriend says he's a nice guy. She dated him for a long time and almost married him, but he went into the military and then she fell in love with Roger."
"Really." I say again.
"The cute guy over there... see. I'll wave. The tall young man with the big smile." She says.
"I see him, Deb"
"He told me he has dibb's on the first dance. I told him I have dibbs on the last dance." She says as she smiles coyly at me and giggles, then waves the guy over.
"Terry, this is my husband, Dave."
We exchange pleasantries and I excuse myself to get us drinks at the bar. I am kind of just taking in Debs body language as she is talking softly to Terry. She is quite antsy and giggly while being captivated on his every word. I make my way back to them standing by a small wall table with a couple bar stools next to it. I give Deb the beer and she doesn't even look at me. I stand there listening to them talk about how they both enjoy square dancing so much and maybe they could get together some evening and do the two step. She was obviously flirting with him, even with me standing there. He could tell she was interested in him and would occasionally put his hand on her lower back and slowly rub her and just keep talking. I couldn't get a word in and just sat down on one of the stools and sipped my beer. I had a feeling like he wasn't just there by chance.
An old friend of mine hits me up and asks me to shoot a game of pool with him and BS for awhile. I excuse myself and again Deb hardly even acknowledges me leaving. I do notice she sits down where I was and Terry stands beside her. She takes his hand and keeps hold of it, which really starts to turn me on.
I hear the band start to play and see Deb dancing with her new friend. The waitress keeps bringing me shooters and more beer and says Deb's friend Terry is picking up the tab. I win the first couple games, and then we go partners and try to keep the table. I lose track of Deb and Terry after an hour or so and tell my friend I'll be right back and went to the bathroom all the while looking for them. I went outside and found them under a big tree, her sitting on a picnic table in an area on the side of the building. He was leaning over and kissing my wife. One of his hands was feeling her ass and she had her hands around his head stroking his hair. I watched them for a few minutes but didn't think they would go too far being out in the open and well lit. I decided to leave them alone for a little while. My dick was hard but my stomach started feeling funny.
It was difficult to concentrate on shooting straight being I was concerned about Deb and also had quite a buzz going. She finally shows up and is all smiles, but no Terry. She said she was tired and could we get going. I bid fair well and she grabs my keys and we leave.
After she paid the babysitter, I walked her home and when I got back and into the bedroom she was already in bed. I hurried up and undressed and snuggled up next to her. Deb didn't say anything to me and just kissed my nose goodnight. I tried to get her going by rubbing her leg and tummy. She finally turned around and I spooned her. She could feel my cock poking her butt and I heard her giggle. She finally told me she really was tired and could I wait till morning to talk and stuff. I kissed her neck and told her I loved her.
Debbie was up bright and early and made breakfast. After getting junior dressed and sat in front of the TV to watch cartoons, she grabs my hand and leads me up to the bedroom. She tells me to sit down and listen first and then I could talk.
"David, I've been reading your dirty stories whenever I get a chance and I've learned alot about this hotwife and cuckold husband stuff. I know what you've been up to. I did some investigating on the hard drive. Did you know you have over 5 hundred hot wife and cuckold stories and subdirectories containing hundreds of picture of women in their panties, having sex and or just plain nude?" Don't answer she says." What is amazing to me is that you had this secret life on our computer and never once asked me what I thought about any of this hot wife stuff. For five years now, our whole married life; you have been cheating on me with this secret world on our computer." Deb is very calm and deliberate and I stood by her every word while she continues.
"I asked you the day I found those stories and stuff, if that is what you wanted and how you wanted me to behave. All you said was you loved me and wasn't sure." She goes on and on about what she read in the stories and how could I think of her being with another man and still love her. What was it about panties that I found so compelling to collect thousands of picture of women in them and even some sneaky up skirts. So she says, "Apparently you love panties and slut wives. I'm not enough for you, a faithful loving wife, so you sneak off to your little exciting world and what jack off to thoughts of me in another man's arms. What do you have to say for yourself?"
