Burning Desire

This is a fictional cuckold story. If you don't like wives having sex with men that are not their husbands, with no revenge, then I recommend not reading it. There will be another installment.

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There I was sitting in my tinted, dark gray BMW; contemplating a myriad of things. The car may have been parked but my mind was going a hundred miles per hour. My thought were racing; memories flew by left and right. I was trying to make sense of it all; analyzing everything that lead me to there. There, being me voluntarily leaving my faithful wife with a older gentleman; one, who we both just met that night. I didn't fear for her safety, but her innocence was something entirely different. Most men wouldn't have been in the same situation and anyone witnessing the events unfold would have been screaming at me to do more than just sit here. However, if we must be honest with anyone then it must be with ourselves. I wanted every bit of this to happen. I may not have planned tonight, but I had fantasized a thousand scenarios just like it. I don't know how to explain it, maybe it was multiple things. I always enjoyed porn, and it would be appealing to see the woman, which I considered as the most attractive I've ever met, in my own personal show. Being able to watch without distraction thus allowing me to notice every detail. But there was more than just that involved with my mindset; something emotional and intimate was motivating me also.

Before I could delve deeper into my cuckold conundrum, I was distracted by a text from the Old Man. "It's going as plan but send her some reassurance, maybe encourage her." Followed with, "By the way don't come in unless I say."

I decided to do as instructed; I've came this far and didn't see any reason to stop, or at least not with my twisted mind. I got my cell out and began to text my beautiful wife, hoping to assist her new suitor and perhaps have some fun myself.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked.

She quickly replied, "I don't know what your intentions are but I can guess and I don't know if I like what I'm assuming. Which is that you are trying to dump me off on someone else because you are getting tired of me" It was followed with, "And if you have to know and if I'm going to be truthful, then yes, I'm having fun."

I knew my wife very well, but before that night I would have never guessed she was capable of having fun with a stranger; she was always reserved. However, something about the old man allowed her to relax. It could have been his age or perhaps his charm that came with it; whatever it was, it worked.

I had to be equally honest with my wife, and though it should have been in person, I decided to continue.

"I'm not trying to push you away. Though the path I'm taking us on is a dangerous one for couples, I don't want anything to hurt our relationship. Babe, I love seeing you have fun and I knew that as long as I was there then you wouldn't allow yourself to really relax."

She replied with, "Honey, do you believe I don't enjoy myself with your company? I love being around you, and tonight is suppose to be our night."

"That's not what I meant. I enjoy seeing you having fun with OTHER people." I had sent the text, trying to imply without directly stating, even I thought it was obvious.

"But you've never seen me really around other people. I only have one or two friends" She naively asked.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw what she texted. Apparently, I needed to be more direct, but I was still embarrassed to be blunt.

"Babe, I love you. I'm not trying to push you away. I just want you to relax and have fun, just let whatever happen. If that means you merely talk for a while and dance; that's fine. But if more happens, just enjoy it. (; " I ended with a wink, hoping it would convey a little more of my meaning.

"Ok," was all she texted back. The short reply blew my mind. How could that be all she texted; what did it mean? Did she finally start to understand what I was telling her? I was left only to wonder about that extremely simplistic message. Those two letters had seized my mind and once again sent it racing.

I was left in silence for about thirty minutes until Irene finally texted me again.

"Dwayne said I should send this to you; hope you don't get mad." Along with it came a selfie style picture of her and the Old Man pressed against each other. Nothing in itself was erotic, other than the fact he had his arm around her with his hand placed extremely close to her breast. But it was enough to put a smile on my face.

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself. I'm not mad, like I said, I love seeing you having fun." I quickly replied. I began to wonder if she was finally getting my blatant hints. I wouldn't have to wait for a reply much longer, a couple of minutes later I got another text from her.

"Honey, Dwayne wants to take me to another club; he said it isn't far from here. Is that okay?"

I had simultaneously received a text from the Old Man; it was directions. Apparently he had decided for me, or already knew my answer. Along with location, he informed me to keep low and find a place that would ensure I, along with my car, wasn't spotted by her.

After following the directions for a while, I had found myself at the club. It was in an area that I had passed through before but never stopped. I parked my car far enough distance away that I believed would be sufficient in hiding it. I quickly walked to the entrance and went inside. There I found loud music and people scattered all around. It appeared to be a popular place, but its large size prevented it from feeling overly crowded. I noticed tables had been meticulously placed in locations that allowed more privacy; which permitted couples the ability to perform light foreplay. I knew this from noticing silhouettes of various couples presently engaged in it; just the details was the only thing covered by the shadows. It would be safe to assume the details of who and what, were the only things the designers had intended to actually hide. This place, and its patrons, apparently could care less about any sexual act going on around them so long as it wasn't blatant and intercourse. Sitting at a corner booth permitted me a perfect view and allowed me to stay hidden. I didn't fully understand why he wanted to move from one location to another. I was left to only guess. After thinking about it a while, I believed the atmosphere permitted him a more hands on experience when they was sitting. I also assumed that by moving locations it would allow Irene to believe I was truly out of the picture; unknowing the old man sent me directions.

I ordered me a drink then began sipping on it. I wanted to take the edge off but still be able to bask within the anticipation and excitement of the night; it was a high that I had began to enjoy. I first noticed them walking in through the entrance with the corner of my eye. Looking up and seeing them sent a shiver down my spine. There she was holding onto his arm like they were on a date. I was shocked but not angry, it was impossible for myself to be mad at her for this gesture. It's what I had wanted from the beginning, but to see it exist outside of my fantasies was an amazing feeling of surprise. Of course there was a sting of jealousy but it only added to my infatuation. Never, however, had the dating aspect came into my mind; just the sex.

They walked over to an empty booth which was perfect for me to observe them. The Old Man knowing I was here must have been able to conclude which hidden figure was me then intentionally pick the booth. Which I imagine had not been difficult, since I was the only single person sitting away from the bar area. After sitting down she immediately got her phone out and began texting. Though the music was more than loud enough to cover any sounds coming from my phone, I nonetheless got it out and turned it to vibrate.

A second later I received her text. "Honey, we arrived at the place and I'm safe. Just in case you was wondering (:"

I decided to be suggestive and replied, "Babe, I think he has a lot of intentions but hurting you isn't one of them."

"I know, he told me." She responded.

"What exactly did he tell you?" I asked very intrigued.

"He told me that he wanted to, you know." She answered.

I couldn't believe he had became so blatant about his goal. More surprising was the fact she remained in his company instead of messaging me to pick her up. I wanted to know what exactly he said and so I asked, "How exactly did he say it?"

She answered with, "I made the comment of how much a gentleman he had been. Then he responded by saying that only his etiquette was becoming of a gentleman but his intentions was far from it. So I asked about his intentions. He told me he wanted to fuck me."

"What do you think about that?" I asked.

"I don't know, I guess you told me so. After a while I knew but I was in denial about it." She responded.

"Are you going to let him?" My heart was beating frantically. This was the big question that I had been wanting to ask. I waited for her response while trying to look at her from across the room but the distance and low lighting made it difficult. It had appeared she stopped to think about what I asked and I believed for a moment had glanced at him.

It was then my phone signaled the arrival of a text and for a brief moment everything stopped. Looking at the screen I read, "I don't know, maybe. I don't want to destroy our marriage."

I quickly messaged, "Babe, I'm giving you permission. Don't let me or him pressure you but don't be afraid to do what you want."

She replied with, "Neither of you are pressuring me. He has been really nice about it, allowing me to text you while he waits. But I will think about it; for now I'm going to dance. Love you!"

With that I saw them stand up and go to the floor. They began to dance and once again I saw the enjoyment on my wife's face. I watched them dance one song after another, which included him eventually getting to place his hands on her perfect butt. When he first did it, I noticed her shock and the signs of quick thought; however, she decided to allow him. After some time it became so familiar that it no longer even registered any reaction from her. I also noticed them carrying on conversations while they danced, which made her laugh. They could only dance for so long before getting tired and so decided to sit back down at the table.

The dancing had stopped but whatever conversation they were having, followed them. At that moment I decided to sent her a text, "Babe how is everything going?"

I watched her take out the phone, read and then put it back in her purse. She had actually ignored my message. I felt the biggest sting of jealousy to have came over me that night, but again, my twisted mind only enjoyed the sensation.

It appeared that with each spoken sentence and sound of laughter from them, had became a magnet pulling them closer. My eyes must have either adjusted to the low lighting or my attention became so focused that I was able to distinguish their actions. Regardless, I was able to see them touch lips and passionately kiss. It only lasted a moment before she broke away, but this would be temporary. Before she could have second thoughts he leaned forward and began to kiss her again. This time he had his hand on the back of her neck, which I imagined supplied firm support; it is an act that Irene absolutely loves. This time they were like teenagers making out. At the end, right before they broke apart for the second time, I saw him reach up with the other hand and for a moment caress her voluptuous breasts.

They would repeat this periodically while at the club; anytime the mood came over this new couple. I watched him turn fondling her breasts into a common act between them and at one point was able to kiss her cleavage, which must have been performed at a dare or joke because it forced a laugh from both of them.

The night was full of surprises, discoveries, and emotions - my wife was blossoming into someone different and I was loving it; even if it was just temporary. However, the night was getting late and I received a text from her stating he was going to drop her off at our house. They left almost the same way they arrived, except this time hand in hand. More than that, there was a lot more intimacy between them.

I was beginning to wonder how I would be able to get home before them. So I texted The Old Man, "I'm behind you, so take your time." I also texted directions for the long route, telling him to pretend to know the area we lived at."

He replied, "Trust me, we will take our time. That's the route she gave me anyway." Which made me realize that my wife must not have been in any hurry to get home.

I arrived at my car and began to drive away; however, passing by the parking area, I noticed they hadn't left. I should have went home but something told me to investigate. I turned my lights off and pulled in from a rear entrance. Their silhouettes indicated that they was presently occupied with making out, yet again. Though it was exciting to see them do this, I had seen it plenty for tonight and was about to drive away. When all of a sudden I saw my wife lean forward until she was out of sight. I waited for her to quickly reappear but she didn't, which meant only one thing. My innocent wife was presently engaged in sucking his cock. From conversation in the past I knew my cock had been the only one she had ever seen in person. Now, she was getting familiar with a a new one, it was an act she has only done with me on special occasions. I quickly glanced at the car and noticed the time was 11:55 PM. Meaning he was getting my anniversary blowjob.

Even though I couldn't see anything, I still don't think I blinked the entire time until she came back up some minutes later. They drove away only after she had finished, or rather after he did. I was left frozen with my thoughts and emotions. Brain signals were firing off trying to find the right response. Should I had felt anger, jealousy, sadness, or my normal twisted excitement? It was after a couple of minutes that a huge grin appeared on my face. I placed my car in drive and started my quick journey home.

Any normal and sane individuals would have been devastated when they witnessed their significant other perform oral sex on someone, but of course, not me. I just kept thinking to myself of how I had witnessed something extraordinary. A spectacular event involving my beautiful and innocent wife, which took me several dates to get a kiss, giving head to a guy she just met that day. As I previously mentioned, it was our anniversary, but instead of the normal oral tradition, I now received a different gift of lust; it might not have been intentionally given to me but I would cherish it regardless.

Reminiscing over all the night's events kept me distracted on the way home. After arriving, I went in and immediately freed myself from my clothes. Over the course of the night I had sweated a significant amount, which was certainly caused by my excitement and increased heart rate. I had a chance to cool down on the drive home and now needed a shower. After quickly washing off and getting ready for bed I heard the sounds of a someone pulling into the driveway. I kept the lights out, hoping it would appear that I was asleep. Glancing out the window I saw The Old Man opening the door for Irene. Standing beside each other they appeared to be talking. I noticed she was looking around, then they both leaned in and for the last time tonight passionately kissed goodbye. She must have been checking for any nosy neighbors. Considering that we had only a few and with the hour of the night, gave her enough confidence to perform this act; still, her willing to take the risk was exciting. What if someone did see? It might get around that my wife was seeing an older black man; it was a taboo that I found intriguing.

I heard my wife open the front door, which I responded by getting quickly in bed. I felt like a child pretending to sleep. I wouldn't have to continue this charade for much longer. My wife came into our bedroom and undressed. After ripping the covers off of me she got on top and slurped my soft cock into her mouth; trying desperately to get it hard.

"Babe, not that I'm complaining but what got into you?" I asked; even though I knew the answer.

"I always give you this on our anniversary," she responded.

"It is well past twelve, our anniversary is over. I guess you didn't get to give head on it after all." I stated, trying to hint at her time in the parking lot. It caused her to stop for a second but she picked right back up. I love watching her perform oral sex on me, which I normally focus on, except tonight I watched while trying to imagine how it would have looked seeing her in action with her newly acquired black date.

I realized she seemed to have a lot more enthusiasm tonight; taking my cock further down her throat than normal. Was she trying to rectify her previous act or was it just mere excitement from the entire night? I wasn't going to last much longer and told her to stop but she just ignored me. The inevitable happened and I found myself exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the entirety, which was a first, as she normally spits it out.

Not thinking, I made the remark, "That is the first time you swallowed."

It was then I heard her nervous reply, "That isn't the first time, just the first time with you."

I kept still from mere exhaustion. I heard what she said, but I needed a second to take it all in. I must have appeared to be in shock or angry because she stated again, "Honey, did you hear me? I've done something I shouldn't have done."

I rolled over on my side to face her and propped my head up on my elbow to look her in the eyes. "Tell me about it," I said.

"I gave Dwayne a blow job!" She blurted out in a panic. She was looking me over trying to judge my reaction. Thinking that I needed to pick my words carefully, I was trying to decide what exactly to say. Before I could speak a sound she impatiently asked while looking down, "Are you mad at me?"

It was then that I decided to just respond honestly with what first came to mind. "Babe, of course I'm not mad at you. I gave you permission to have fun and it sounds like you did. I didn't care if you gave him a blow job."

"Well, we also made out," she said; noticing I wasn't angry with her.

"Obviously," I told her with a grin while rolling my eyes; which caused us both to laugh. "Now I want you to tell me everything, and don't skimp on the details."

She began by telling me how nervous she was was after I left but that something about Dwayne put her to ease. That they danced and laughed; he is extremely funny apparently and a great dancer. She was very comfortable around him, which permitted her to relax and be herself. I had to ask specific questions regarding the more intimate details. She must have still be uncertain if I would get mad.

At one point she told me, "He is the best kisser." I noticed she closed her eyes while making this confession; probably reliving their embrace. She quickly opened them in shock when she realized what "the best" implied. "I mean, other than you babe!"

I just laughed and said, "I know babe; now continue."

As both time went on and the more she spoke then the more confident she became. Eventually making remarks about how he set her skin on fire with his touch. Then she looked at me with a mischievous grin then made the remark, "He also made me so wet down there." Knowing it would drive me crazy with her dirty talk, which she very rarely uses. I began to get hard again from all her storytelling; it didn't go unnoticed because she began to play with my now throbbing cock.