*IF FEMALE INFIDELITY CAUSES YOU PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS...THEN, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE...PLEASE MOVE ALONG *
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Paul Cuckfield arrived home from work and went straight to his bedroom. He collapsed onto his bed and shook his head as he reflected on the events that had led to him moving back in with his mother. Just 6 months ago, he thought he had the perfect life. Then things went horribly wrong.
Before the nightmare started, Paul had thought he had a pretty good life. He was 42 and his wife Lisa 30. They had been married for 8 years, and Paul always felt a cocky satisfaction that he had a wife that other men lusted after. At his work's Christmas parties, his male colleagues drooled over Lisa with barely contained envy.
When they'd met, Lisa was fairly naive about city life. She was from a rural background and dressed like someone in their forties. But Paul had seen her potential. Under her conservative clothes he was sure she had a killer body. She tried to conceal her huge breasts, but that was impossible. And even without makeup, she was pretty. She was probably a few pounds overweight, but Paul had snapped her up without hesitation. He saw a girl he could manage and manipulate, and Lisa seemed content to defer to his experience.
Paul gradually persuaded Lisa to dress more sexily. She started coming out of her shell and gained more confidence. Paul really got off on the reactions to his wife. Men did double takes when they saw her DD cleavage almost spilling out. Even Lisa seemed to get a kick out of it, though she would try to play it down. Paul knew she'd had a sheltered upbringing and had never attracted much male attention. Now, she seemed to enjoy male eyes scanning her body.
Then, about a year ago, Paul started pushing Lisa to dress even more sexily. At first, she had dismissed the idea, but Paul knew there was part of her that was excited by the prospect of dressing even raunchier. She didn't take much persuading to go shopping for more clothes. When she got home, Paul excitedly checked out her purchases. He was pleased to see miniskirts, lingerie and other stuff Lisa would once have called indecent. But by now, she knew that her body was far superior to the average, and that raunchy clothes could only emphasize her gifts from nature.
They went out the following Saturday and Paul couldn't believe how sexy Lisa looked. She was wearing a miniskirt and a flimsy top that laced up across her breasts. Paul was sure that if she exhaled too long, her breasts would burst out. She looked like a completely different woman to the one he'd married. Makeup and high heels made her look like an expensive, slutty call girl.
They went to a club and Paul could feel eyes leering at his wife. When he went to the toilet, he came back to find some guy hitting on Lisa. After that, it seemed like a common occurrence. Paul only had to turn his back for a few seconds and some guy would be all over her. Paul was always excited when it happened. He had something that every other man wanted. He was envied and it made him feel good.
As Lisa drank more alcohol, her inhibitions disappeared and she wanted to dance. Paul didn't dance and tried to keep an eye on her from the bar. He watched as several guys tried to hit on her. One or two even groped her as they danced. When Lisa came back, she downed more booze and then went back onto the dance floor. Paul could see her eyes were glazed and she was drunk. He nearly told her it was time to leave, but decided to give it another 10 minutes.
Paul couldn't see Lisa too clearly through the throng of people dancing. He briefly saw some guy with his hands on her hips, and then he lost her. He waited 10 minutes before he walked around the dance floor looking for her. He was starting to get worried when he saw some guy with his arms around a blonde girl. It couldn't be Lisa, could it? He recognized her shoes and he moved closer. When he finally saw her, he stopped in his tracks.
Lisa and this guy were seriously making out. Her arm was around his neck and her other hand seemed to be between his legs. The guy's hands were roaming all over her body, squeezing her ass, then her big breasts. The guy was saying something to her. Lisa nodded before they resumed kissing and tonguing. Paul stared in shock. He couldn't move and he suddenly realized he had an erection. Then, Lisa moaned loudly. Even Paul heard it above the music.
Lisa was pumping her hips against the guy as her head was thrown back. Her eyes were suddenly wide as she shook and squirmed against him. Paul was stunned by what he saw. Lisa had just had an orgasm. There was no doubt about it. He didn't know how long he'd been watching as the kissing continued.
10 minutes later, Lisa finally spotted Paul and pushed the guy away. She and the guy had a short conversation which ended when she showed him her wedding ring. She kissed his cheek and then walked unsteadily towards Paul. She looked embarrassed as she said,
"Maybe we should go home now."
Neither of them spoke on the way back. Paul still had an erection tenting his pants. He kept picturing Lisa cumming in the nightclub. Her eyes and mouth open in elation as her body lurched against the man. Paul couldn't even remember what the guy looked like. He was tall and well built, but his face was a blank. When they got home, Paul wanted answers.
He suddenly spat,
"What the hell was that, Lisa?"
She was still a little drunk, and hesitated before replying,
"I don't know how it happened. I was drunk and this guy started dancing with me and feeling me up. I wasn't thinking straight and I was really horny. Anyway, he moved us to a corner and we started making out. I just lost it after that."
"And you couldn't say no?" Paul fumed.
"I know you like it when guys hit on me. I only meant to let him have a grope, but he was so sexy. He was really turning me on," She replied. Paul felt his dick throbbing. He sat down to hide it and said,
"He made you cum."
"I know. He knew what he was doing, honey. He was driving me crazy," Lisa replied quietly.
Later, in bed, Paul couldn't get it out of his mind. He hadn't heard any regret or remorse from Lisa. She had loved every second of it. If he hadn't been there, she probably would've fucked the guy. He suddenly asked,
"What was he saying to you, babe?"
"A lot of dirty stuff. How much he wanted to fuck me and play with my tits. If I wanted his cock inside me," Lisa replied matter of factly.
Paul slowly stroked his dick under the duvet and murmured,
"What did you say to that?"
Lisa stared into space as she said,
"Well, I told him I'd love that, honey. I WAS drunk."
Paul was sure she was replaying the scene in her head. He turned to her and said,
"I saw you stroking his crotch. Was he big?"
Lisa smiled in the darkness and replied,