I would like to thank handyandy666620 giving me the inspiration for this fictional story and the support he has provided me. For those of you that have read the first chapter, this is the second chapter and those who have read my other works this story is a departure from them. This story contains scenes of reluctance, lesbian sex, a cheating spouse, and by definition for some cuckold. If this story is not your type of story then I will recommend not reading it and if you have not read the first chapter, with the same title minus the Ch# designation then it might help to read it before reading this story. Finally I have placed this story in Loving Wives, instead of Group Sex or Fetish categories, because I believe this story best fit Loving Wives. In addition, the definition of a fetish is an object needed for sexual satisfaction and since this series does not focus on a fetish angle instead the story focuses on choice versus need, placing this story in fetish would be the wrong choice.
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After disembarking from the boat we toured Amsterdam like students on their summer break exploring a new destination and we explored Amsterdam with a joyous glee that comes when exploring something new for the first time. Amsterdam has always been a destination for us to visit but we always had an excuse not to go. In my ways, this excursion felt as though Michelle and I was a new couple who were just beginning to date. I suspect that this feeling came about because it is something we talked about doing but never did, like many other things in our lives. Our day in Amsterdam was not hampered from the cold winds blowing off of the North Sea and the wind, as I look back, symbolises the changes that were to come.
While in the city we went into the Right Light District that is not far from the train station where the ferry transport takes you for the day and it is an easy walk. As a part of our day out in the Red Light District we went into sex shop and rented a two male threesome video to watch in a booth. The booth had a curtain with a chair and it was about the size of a photo booth. Watching a porno movie in a porno theatre booth was something neither of us has tried and we were like two clumsy teen-agers in the back seat of a car not knowing what to do. The movie made us both horny and as we were beginning to get into it we heard a knock from the booth next to us. Being new to the experience, at first we thought they wanted us to quiet down because we were giggling but moments later, the guy next to us slid his cock through the glory hole that was between us. We continued giggling to ourselves due to situation then Michelle looked at me for approval and I said, "It is up to my love." After sliding his cock through the hole, she began to suck him and moments later we could see him shooting is load. We then heard him leave and we could see legs passing by our booth and at that point we decided to leave. This provided us with the high-point to our journey.
Arriving back from Amsterdam things began returning but it returned to a different normality. Prior to Amsterdam, Michelle was quite sexually passive but now she is more involved, sexually. Before, we would have sex, at best, once at week whereby I had to be the one that initiated it and now she is initiating. The new normality filled one void in our lives, the rocky relationship before we left for Amsterdam but I sensed that it created another, Michelle's desire for having another cock in her. She did not tell me directly but I could tell because there was a feeling that something was missing that was not discussed. It felt similar to the time between our last encounter before our relationship closed and before John. During this time she was happy but it showed through her reluctance not have sex. It was not as though I did not please her because I knew I did please her. Instead I believed it was because she liked a variety of men fucking her and that is something that cannot be given in a relationship without opening it up.
Michelle coming from a proper traditional background had problems stating her desires because she always wanted to please others before her. For her, it meant denying herself the pleasures she wants in order to allow others to be happy and it left her angry, frustrated. She tried not to show it but it came out in order ways, particularly sex. Being with her for twenty years I knew this is what she was wanting and I knew the relationship had to be open again. In order to open up the relationship again, I knew Michelle would have to want to it too. We have gone through our periods of opening it up and then closing it, only to create more problems for us. Sensing her need to have another cock in her, I said to her, "You know it is okay if you want to fuck another guy again."
"I know, but I don't want to. We have kids, a family, and life together. I am happy and I do not want to change it"
"How come?"
"You are all that I want right now and I am not interested in it."
"I get the feeling that you do but you are not comfortable saying it to me?"
"No, I have done it before for our enjoyment and if I change my mind you will be the first to know."
"During the time of John, George, and Amsterdam you seemed the happiest in a long-time. It is like when we had open up our relationship and you could have other relationships with other men. I feel, as though this is something you need to be happy and I do not like seeing you miserable."
"Maybe you are right in some respects, but this is not the time."
With that said I left it, after being married over twenty years you learn there is a context to the message and I understood the context without asking further questions. It was about a month later I started noticing changes in her behavior. The changes when examined in isolation do not mean much but when examined in its entirety it suggests she might be having sex with someone else. First was taking a volunteer job at the local food bank and the increasing hours she volunteered. Volunteering, in my opinion, means taking a few hours one or days a week to support a cause you like; it does not mean the time devoted becomes almost like a second job. Next were the calls. A call would come in and Michelle would immediately hang-up the once she saw. I could not always hear the conversations but what I did hear was sexually suggestive. However, when I checked her text messages on her phone, I could not find anything incriminating. Then probably the biggest clue that really began to get me questioning what is occurring. That was when I noticed her panties were sticky with a rotting fish smell. I decided to confront her by asking, "Do you have a yeast infection? Are you ill?"
"No silly, why?"
"Because, I have noticed your panties have a noxious smell to them with some type of discharge."
" I think it might be either from me ovulating or sweating. It is nothing to worry about. "
Her explanation was lacking but I was not going to push the confrontation because I need to have more information. Then a few days later I found more evidence the beginning of her taking showers after returning for her volunteer job, at that point I decided to confront her about, "You known hun you have been acting a bit strange since taking that volunteer job."
"Strange, what do you mean?"
"The increasing hours, strange smelling panties, secretive calls, and now taking a shower. If I did not know better I would say you were fucking another guy and not discussing it with me."
"Sometimes things are best left unsaid, for now."
"What does that mean?"
"Exactly what it means, you are an adult and you can figure it out for yourself."
The fact she did not categorically deny my suspicions left me to wonder if she was having another cock and not telling me. Her elusiveness to the question aroused me and made me want to know more. Wanting to know literally became an obsession with me, I had to know. This time I decided to hire a private investigator to follow her to her volunteer job and to report back to me on what she is doing. I figured, it would be less risky if I hired someone and the fact she works in a seedy part of the city would not put my safety at risk. It took me a while before hiring Mark a private investigator works from his home and felt he would be a good choice since operating from his will keep Michelle from suspecting anything by giving me some cover while he investigated.
"What are you wanting to hire me for?" asked Mark.
"I am suspicious about my wife and think that she might be having sex with other men."
"What have noticed so far?"
"There are suspicious calls, frequent showering, longer hours volunteering, and panties that appear to be cum stained."
"It does sound as though something is occurring."
"Is it only with this volunteer job or do you notice more?"
"Only with the volunteering job."
"Where does she volunteer?"
"She works for a food back in the downtown area in a rougher neighborhood, that is why I called you instead of investigating it myself. To be perfectly honest with you I am not so bother if she is fucking other men; however, the fact she is being elusive about it bother me."
"Okay, give me a few weeks and I will come back to you. Whatever you do under no circumstances are you to tell her you hired a private investigator and try to keep things as normal as you can with her. The less she suspects the easier it will be for me and the more information I can collect."
"Not a problem, how much will this cost me? Once I am done we will work out a price together."
I left Mark to do his investigating and I tried to get the thought of Michelle out of my head. All was going fine until Michelle said, "I had an interesting day volunteering an older gentleman, scruffy looking, and living by himself came in for some help."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he seemed pathetic but at the same time he did not seem like the others that come through the place."
"How so?"
"Even though he looked scruffy he really did not seem typical and in some way he was attractive."
"Attractive enough for you to fuck?"
