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. Please leave constructive comments and any positive suggestions.
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I've always been an early riser and it is very uncommon for Irene to beat me out of bed. So I wasn't surprised to wake up that next morning well before she did. I didn't know how she would feel after all the excitement from the night before. I was a little weary to how she might respond after having time to sleep and think about all that went on. I didn't know if she would be angry at me for leaving her with the Old Man, blaming me for the entire situation. I decided to get on her good side from the very start and would make breakfast. I thought about bringing it to her so she could have breakfast in bed but I wouldn't get the chance. As I was finishing I heard her walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hello, honey." I heard her say behind me; she had sounded happy enough. I would quickly get my answer when I felt her arms reach around me in a hug. I turned and looked down into her eyes. She wasn't mad but I could see a look of worry. It appeared that she apparently had the same fears as me.
"I hope you aren't mad at me. I don't know what got into me last night. Maybe I had too much to drink. It won't happen again, I swear." She just kept trying to reassure me. Did she forget about my own pressuring or just afraid it would start an argument if she said anything that might look like pointing a finger?
"Babe, if anyone is to blame it is me. I was the one pushing you, not the other way around; but I don't want to blame anyone really. I'm not mad the least bit and I hope you aren't either. I actually hoped you had enjoyed yourself and I thought you did..."
Before I could start my next sentence, she jumped in. "Honey, I did enjoy myself," pausing for a moment before finishing with, "I think..."
"You think?" I asked.
"Well, I know I did. I just hate to admit it. Not just to you but to myself. What kind of wife am I to enjoy cheating on my husband?" Her eyes began to water as she finished talking.
"Babe listen, it isn't cheating. I gave you permission and I have to be honest, I enjoyed watch..." I stopped myself before I told on myself. I had to remember that she didn't know I had been secretly watching them. I quickly recovered and finished my sentence "...thinking about you with him. If I knew it would have hurt you like this then I wouldn't have pressured you so much." At least, I hoped I wouldn't have; I thought to myself before finally just straight out apologizing.
"Wasn't you jealous?" she asked me.
I didn't have to think about my reply. I had analyzed every emotion I experienced that night trying to figure why I enjoyed those wicked desires. "Well yes, I was jealous but it only added to my excitement. It didn't make me angry or anything."
She looked at me with eyes that expressed her confusion. "How did it excite you? It would have made me very angry if I knew you was with another woman."
"It's hard to explain," I told her; completely meaning it. Most of it was still a mystery to me; I merely knew I liked to watch her with him.
We continued the conversation a bit longer, until I was confident that Irene understood I didn't view her actions as betraying our marriage. At one point I had her making a joke and laughing at the situation. I was positive that she enjoyed the entire experience of that night but something made me believe it was a one time thing; just a wild streak that escaped from her otherwise normal and mundane personality.
As expected, we fell into our familiar routine. Nothing else was said about that night or any possible future recurrence. At first, it didn't bother me. I started to believe that I had possibly got it out of my system. However, after a few months had passed, I began to reacquire the sensation of watching her with someone else. It started just as an occasional thought; primarily when I was horny. I would make love to my wife then begin imagining her fucking some stranger. It would be particularly difficult to avoid when she would give me head. I now, almost always, associate blowjobs with that night. I would just reflect on how amazing it would have been to see my beautiful wife giving head to a stranger, instead of just her silhouette like before.
Eventually I began to wonder if I should contact the Old Man. Perhaps I could take Irene out to a club and convince her it was an accident that we ran into him. Even if I did, would Irene repeat her performance? No matter how much I wanted her to stray, the real obstacle was always rather she would give in again.. I would ignore the idea a while longer before I finally gave in to my lust and decided to form some kind of plan; which I would learn was easier said than done. I needed to know Irene's thoughts on the matter and so I would test the waters. When we was making love I would just slip in a comment and judge her reaction. At least that was the plan. The following week was so hectic at work that I didn't have either the time or the endurance to initiate sex. When I got home I would go straight to bed. To make matters worse, I would have to go on a business trip for the entire weekend. It seemed like it would be a while before I could find out Irene's feelings on the matter; at least that is what I thought.
In the first years of our marriage, our budget was tight, forcing my wife and I to share a laptop computer leftover from my college years. We have now since bought our own personal computers for home. I had just recently been promoted at work and was now delegated to go on training seminars and the like. I yet, however, had the opportunity to purchase a new laptop or request one from my IT department. It left me with only one opinion, take my old personal laptop.
Upon arriving I was informed that no particular electronics was necessary for the event and so I left my computer in the hotel room. After a long and boring first day of learning useless information, I decided it would be best to just go back to my room and relax. I was very lucky that I got an entire room to myself and didn't have to share with any of my colleagues. I changed out of my suit and flopped onto the bed. Scanning through the television channels and seeing there was nothing of interest to watch, I decided to get on my laptop. After starting it up, I was confronted by both my old background picture and the realization that I had nothing to really do on the internet either. I was about to close the computer when a message indicator appeared in the corner of the screen with the familiar sound. Curiosity immediately overtook me and I double clicked on the icon, which opened up my wife's email account. In the past she used the computer more frequent than myself and must have had it on automatic login. It was a two years ago and she must have forgotten all about it. Having complete faith in my wife and doubting that any of it was worth reading, I moved my cursor to the X. All of a sudden, I froze. There before me was the name Dwayne. I asked myself, could it be Old Man Dwayne? I was almost positive that we didn't know any other people by that name. I decided to find out instead of just wondering.
I quickly clicked on the conversation window to open it. Other than the name Dwayne, I could see no other information, such as a picture, that might indicate the exact identity of the person. I would have to read the conversation. I scrolled to the very beginning and noticed the first date was shortly after that night. The time was right, I thought to myself.
I began to read what was before me.
"Dwayne: Hey, how have you been?"
I was slightly comforted that he at least initiated the conversation. This would be short lived as I continued to read the next line.
"Dwayne: By the way thanks for sending me the invite. I was getting worried you wouldn't add me. Of course, it didn't help that you didn't give me your email."
It didn't make sense to me at first. Why would she add him but refuse to give her own email. Clearly she was interested in talking to him; maybe she was unsure at first. I would quickly figure it out as I continued to read the conversation.
"Irene: I'm well, and how are you? I would have probably given you my email address but I got distracted with.. you know...and then I just forgot."
"Dwayne: It's alright. I remember now, you had your mouth full."
So that is why she didn't give him her address; she must have been distracted with giving him head. I already started to get hard after having read only that little bit of the conversation and thinking about that night. I freed my straining cock from my boxers and carried on reading.
"Irene: Yeah, I guess I did."
"Dwayne: So why did you add me?"
"Irene: What you mean?"
"Dwayne: Like I told you before, I don't like to beat around the bush. Did you add me because you want to continue this relationship with sex, or do you and your husband want to just play some fantasy that doesn't get any further than talking?"
I'd imagined that Irene was taken back by his bluntness and I will assume that I was correct from the several minutes it had took her to respond.
"Irene: My husband doesn't know I added you or that I even have your email. I guess I should be honest too but I really have no idea why I added you or what I expected to come from it."
"Dwayne: So your old man has no idea? I figured he was the one to put you up to this. After I thought about it, maybe I was too direct; after all, you have a lot to think about. I will tell you what, we can just talk and whenever you decide then you just tell me. Does that sound fine?"
"Irene: Thanks Dwayne. I don't mean to put you on, I just needed someone to talk to about all this and I'm afraid to talk to my husband because he might get the impression that I want to see other men."
"Dwayne: Well do you? Because I have the feeling he would be okay with it."
"Irene: It's not like I want to go and be with a bunch of of men. I love my husband and he makes me very happy. But after that night, I believe he wants me to see someone else and sometimes I can't help think it might be fun to have a boyfriend."
"Dwayne: Like me? :)"
"Irene: Yeah, like you. :)"
The conversation carried on over the span of a few months and had have long spouts of little to no activity with occasional flirting. Dwayne was persistent in trying to get her to engage in activities with him, like webcamming or sending nudes. However, she never gave in to his requests. There was, however, one instance when he almost succeeded in getting her on cam; though it was under pretense of just seeing her and not doing anything intimate. Nonetheless, I had been rooting for the Old Man to succeed. I was hoping that he would convince her but he failed. I don't believe it was from his lack of charm or from Irene's lack of desire for him; I think it was from Irene's commitment to our marriage. Unlike that one night, she wasn't receiving any reassurance from me.
Not being personally satisfied with the entire message exchange, I decided to intervene and help the Old Man along. I immediately picked up the phone and called Irene.
