It's funny how something simple can set off a complex chain of events. For me a simple road sign altered the rest of my life. Sadly it didn't change it in a good way, although for a while I thought it would. My name is Dan and this is my story.
My wife Carol and I were traveling and on one leg of our trip we were headed into Charleston South Carolina. There were all sorts of little signs saying such and such landing like Marsh Landing or Jim's Landing or whatever. We passed a sign that said Cuckold Landing and I laughed and commented that it wasn't a very nice name for a landing.
Carol didn't understand why and I began to panic just a little. She knows I know all sorts of obscure stuff so I was hoping to get out of it without her getting too curious so I just told her to google it and see what it meant.
I had hoped she would stumble on the Wiki definition first and just laugh it off but if you have ever typed cuckold into a web search you know the odds are slim on that. Soon she is reading me stories she has found involving cuckold relationships, at first kind of laughing then she got quiet and continued to read.
After what seemed forever she asked me the question I feared since tipping my hand with the first comment, "so how did you know about this?"
I tried to downplay the whole thing but she can read me too well and soon I was telling her about reading those types of stories on Literotica and she continued to press the issue. I admitted that I found the stories interesting and acted like it was a harmless little diversion, you know not something I wanted just something that was interesting.
But like I said she knows me and that wasn't working. She started to do some basic math about some of our past adventures. And it wasn't adding up well for me at the moment.
I probably need to tell you about us before I go much further into this. We met some twenty years ago when I was sent by the company we both worked for to train on a new process. She worked in a mill that had a similar machine and was assigned as my trainer. She was at that time married to an ignorant man that didn't appreciate her. He was jealous and controlling and well just stupid.
Over the two weeks we worked together I spent lots of time letting her know that she was a very attractive woman and that he was stupid to treat her like he did.
Back then she was 5'4" tall and probably 105 lbs. She had long curly brown hair and these blue eyes that enchanted me. She didn't have much in the chest department at just over an A cup, but damn her ass was a thing of beauty. I am and always have been more of an ass man so it was a perfect match for me. I know she caught me drooling over the view more than once but never said anything.
Anyway long story short we ended up in my hotel room and had a torridly hot sex session. I can remember every little detail from the first awkward kisses to when we finally ended up naked in the bed. Once the decision was made there was no more awkwardness.
Once she was ready to give herself to me I needed to make sure she was going to remember me for a long time. I kissed my way down from her lips to her nipples taking one than the other into my mouth and sucking on them. Then continued to kiss and nibble my way south to her pussy. She said her husband never liked to do this for her and she wasn't sure she really liked it. I knew then he could lose her to me.
As I slowly explored her sweet pussy with my lips and tongue her body told me all I needed to know, she really did like it. I brought her to the edge several times licking and sucking her hard clit before finally trapping the hard bud in my mouth and flicking it hard until she thrashed and bucked her way through an orgasm.
As she began to breathe normally again I slipped on a condom and she told me to lie down and proceeded to straddle me. She took a minute to lower herself on my dick and once fully settled told me I was much thicker than her husband. Again I knew I could take her away from him, if I hadn't already.
At first she just slowly rode up and down on my cock and the feeling was awesome. If I hadn't been regularly jacking off to visions of her jean clad ass at night I would not have been able to hold out long. I had to use every trick I knew to control myself. Soon she had me pinned to the bed holding my hands in hers and was riding me like it was the last time either of us was ever going to fuck.
Her pussy was so wet, so hot and so very tight that both of us were feeling every movement. I watched her as she rode me, her eyes no more than slits as her head thrashed with the movement of her hips. I wanted to grab her ass and pound my cock in her deep and hard but she held my hands and rode me at her pace. That pace was gradually building faster and faster until I knew she was going to cum again. When her orgasm hit she slammed her hips down on me and just began to shake. Feeling her pussy squeezing my dick was all I could take and I joined her in orgasm.
It was magical; it was a moment we would both always remember and one I hoped neither of us would regret. She had to leave shortly after and I had to shower and make my way to work. So we didn't have much time to talk about what had happened. I worried that she would feel bad for what we did, and worried that she would not be able to face me the next day.
The next day she said she did feel bad about cheating on her husband but told me she would have felt worse never knowing what it would have been like. We agreed that it should stay a onetime thing and a few days later I had to leave to fly back home.
But it didn't. I found reasons to stay in contact. She invited me to meet her for a weekend in Dallas and I did. We carried on a long distance affair for three years before I ended up moving to where she lived. Two years later she was divorced and we were married.
