DISCLAIMER:
Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story contains elements of cheating, cuckolding, and yes, also features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
NOTE: This story focuses very heavily on themes of cheating and cuckolding and involves some unusual (but ideally kinky) character behavior and motivation. It will not be for everyone but I hope those that it is for enjoy it very much and find some delightfully perverted and smutty material within.
BECAUSE HE ASKED
Standing in the doorway to the bedroom, Gabe watched his wife secure her stud earrings in place and then retreat into their bathroom to finish her hair and make-up. He moved to join her but first shot a quick glance over his shoulder to check the living room. As expected, their two boys were fully preoccupied with the animated show on the tv and way too young to understand the strange vibes happening between their parents. Leaving them to their entertainment and obliviousness, Gabe followed Michelle into the bathroom.
The cedar-haired mother of two leaned against the sink applying a light eyeshadow in the mirror. The position left her bent over ever so slightly and Gabe took a moment to admire her lovely wide rear in the blue floral dress she wore before his eyes traveled to her reflection, catching the cleavage her v-neck left on display. Michelle didn't possess the biggest breasts, and they hung a little lower these days after two kids, but there was no denying how ravishing she looked dolled up like this. A sharp contrast to the dressed down attire he was used to whenever they went out over the last four years.
Happy with her make-up, Michelle stood up straight and grabbed her curling iron to reenforce the thick waves of her hair. Gabe, on the other hand, frowned, the reason for her posh outfit jabbing at his brain.
"I still don't understand why exactly you're going on a date with this guy."
"Because he asked," Michelle said. Needing to keep the curling iron still, she used the mirror to dart her soft brown eyes over to her husband. He seemed unsatisfied with that response, and she sighed and added, "It would have been rude to say no."
She removed the heated rod and checked the spring of her hair, her palm tapping at the ends and causing the large curls to bounce and return into place. Pleased with the effect, she unplugged the iron, turned, and hastily headed back toward the bedroom. Gabe's large frame blocked the doorway. He stood there for a moment, a brief second longer than necessary to express his frustration, and then sheepishly moved aside.
As much as Gabe wanted to push back against his wife's response, that seemingly too simple of an explanation, he understood it entirely. An answer like that would never fly from him but from Michelle it made complete sense. Her willingness to make everyone else happy, to not cause a stir and never come off difficult or impolite, was her most attractive characteristic.
Well, that wasn't fully true, he admitted, again inspecting her figure as she slipped on a pair of heels. Another thing he wasn't quite used to, having mainly seen her in flats and tennis shoes. Michelle may have put on some weight, lost a bit of firmness, but even after two kids she still looked as pretty to him as when they first met back in junior year marching band. She wasn't the hottest girl in high school or someone that oozed sex appeal, but she was kind and cute. Attainable, which worked perfectly well for a slightly overweight and dorky guy like him.
Of course, attainable didn't mean unattractive. Not at all and especially not for Michelle. Thick lips that hid a sweet smile, gentle eyes and an adorably awkward nose, and boobs the size of large oranges all gave her an appealing appearance. But those wide hips and toned thighs, those made Gabe's dick twitch. Following behind her in marching band, his eyes often found their way to her legs and ass incased in a pair of black yoga pants. He never told her this, but he even paid the school photographer to snap a couple photos of her from behind, pictures that he jerked off to a couple times before finally working up the courage to ask her out.
That was where her kindness and willingness to please and placate came in. Everyone knew about Michelle's desire to appease. If a teacher asked her to help on a school project, she always said yes. If someone needed her assistance on an assignment, she tutored them after class. Even to this day, when the other moms needed someone to bake cookies last minute, they asked her because they knew she'd spend all night making them, and she did.
Part of Gabe always wondered if that personality trait was why she said yes when he had asked her to dinner, but even if it was the initial reason for them to have started dating, after eleven years and two kids, there was little doubt they loved each other. And truly he couldn't complain considering all the other benefits that came with her courtesy. There were the little things, like making choosing where to eat out or what movie to watch much easier, but then there were the other things. The things that took him till freshman year of college to figure out. When he realized her pleasing attitude extended into the bedroom, and all he had to do was ask.
He still thought about her letting him give her a facial for the first time, kneeling in front of him and gazing up with wide brown eyes until he unloaded globs of cum onto her nose, lips, and cheeks. Or when right before their wedding ceremony he asked her to go down on him in her dress, and he came in her mouth from the sight of her done up hair and bobbing veil. Or that night of risky balcony sex during their anniversary trip, her bent over and holding onto the railing, breasts bouncing wildly as he pounded her from behind.
That was likely the night he got her pregnant. Once that happened and she gave birth, her unquestionable relenting to his requests slowed down. She still gave in if he asked hard enough but overall, after Nathan was born, their commitment and bond meant she didn't need to make him happy in those other ways. With him, she didn't need to say "yes" all the time. Only on occasion did she have to concede to him fucking her in the laundry room or "accidentally" losing her top for a second at the beach or changing the dinner menu to suit his random craving for tacos. He gladly accepted that their love didn't necessitate her doing whatever he wanted -- and that even though it didn't apply to him anymore, she still extended her compliance to others.
He just never realized it meant she'd agree to go on a date with one of her co-workers.
"Isn't he, like, twice your age?" Gabe asked. Michelle finished putting on her shoes and brushed her hands down her dress to straight it back out. The movement drew his eyes to her breasts and her still slim but a little softer midsection. He felt a small stirring in his pants. It wasn't a particularly revealing or slutty outfit but seeing his wife so dressed up made his pulse pound. The way her loose and styled hair framed her face compared to the usual ponytail. The touch of lipstick and eyeliner that caused those features to pop on her cute face. And the amount of visible skin normally covered up by jeans and t-shirts.
"Over," she replied. "He's sixty-one."
Gabe wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.
Michelle had mentioned Mr. Hannigan, or Stan, a few times over the past couple years. He taught the classroom across from hers but had been doing so for decades before she came to the school. They often saw each other between classes, passed a few pleasantries in those early days of her teaching, and developed a sort of friendly rapport with one another. She brought him up sometimes off-handedly -- telling Gabe how welcoming the older man was during her first few weeks or how he organized a baby shower for her prior to her maternity leave with Caleb -- but never in a way that made Gabe feel threatened or like Michelle was interested in him. He had even outright asked her if she was when she came home and said she needed to get ready to go to dinner with him.
"Ew, no," she'd said while stripping off her blouse and cardigan. "It's not about that."
Yet, despite that statement, she'd proceeded to peel off her jeans and replace her mismatched cotton underwear with a more supportive bra and a pair of lace-banded panties and had spent the next half-hour putting together her outfit. An outfit she was just about finished putting the final touches on while Gabe continued to try for answers.
"He's that much older than you and you're still going to go on a date with him?"
"Yes, Gabe!" Michelle said, her exasperation evident in her tone and posture. "It would be so awkward if I said 'no' and then had to keep teaching and talking with him at work. Not to mention what the other faculty members might say and think. It makes me anxious just thinking about it. You know how much I hate that kind of thing."
His constant questioning had clearly hurt her feelings. It frustrated her to think that he didn't even understand her or know her. But the truth was that he did. He fully grasped his wife's strange compulsion to never seem difficult or impolite. It was one of the things he loved about her, wasn't it? He'd certainly taken advantage of it himself, on a number of occasions. Getting her to do things she might not have done on her own without him asking. Like that time he got to bend her over his knee and spank her bare ass or when she jerked him off on the plane on their family vacation. Her compliancy turned him on as much as the acts themselves.
As hesitant as he was to admit it, her getting this dressed up to go on a date with an older guy she wasn't attracted to just because he asked, solely because of her steadfast amenability, was kind of hot. Twisted but kind of hot.
Michelle turned to the dresser and grabbed her clutch and Gabe let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Of course I understand. I know who I married, and I love her for it."
