Over those days last November, my wife Kate's behaviour and attitude towards me gradually altered but her daily routine seemed to change little. Paul, her would be lover, who I had met once, at the wild swimming drinks, was only apparent in our life as someone Kate texted and met at her yoga classes. I did not track their meetings or liaisons and NEVER asked as that would break the unstated rule that Kate would let me know about her affair -- which I had instigated - when she was ready. Her terms.
But towards month end, I did start to realise things with Paul were moving along behind the scenes. I had picked up that Kate and Paul were having regular coffee dates after yoga and now pilates as he had joined her class. However, I did not realise then that they were already very close and Kate later told me she was getting in to Paul. He was kind, thoughtful, mindful and interested in her and lavished time on her. She told me subsequently he thought he was seducing a sexy older woman when in fact he was her prey. I was unaware of this though on the look out for any signs that Kate was going to indulge my cuckolding fetish at last.
Then things started ti move quickly.
Yoga. One morning in late November last year, we were up early and Kate was in the shower promptly. She had Yoga that morning and had mentioned that Paul was actually leading the class for once. I then spotted that she had bought some absolutely stunning new lycra yoga pants and top which complimented her slender figure and still perky boobs. The resultant look was two well rounded taut lycra lifting and separating her mum buttocks with sheer smooth finish: it looked so hot and gave her arse a real lift and tuck look beyond her years!
Ah ha -- I thought and felt a heavy surge in my scrotum -- this was dressing to kill. I wanted to fuck her there, and made a move on her in the bedroom, but Kate was conspicuously off hand. She told me to look not touch and then but she was off with a swish of gym bag and mat.
That day I was a mess of distraction. I was out of the home office with a number of business meetings and kept checking my phone: I had no reason to expect a text or anything but I still kept checking for a message from Kate.
I had lunch out on the move with one of my investment team and then headed home. I got home early afternoon and Kate's Audi TT was in the drive. There was no sign of her so I went upstairs to our bedroom to find her just taking a bath after yoga. But yoga was 4 hours ago? I asked. Kate didn't look at me and just casually said she had gone shopping after coffee with Paul and was late back, needing to freshen up after all that yoga.
I went to the kitchen to make us some tea and noticed that the washing machine was on with the new yoga kit inside. Unusual I thought, but Kate was so unchanged and casual I did not really think about it. However, this had been the day their affair had begun...
Kate later told me the story of how it started, weeks later, as I pumped my own cock in and out of her sopping pussy.
At the yoga session, she recalled, she had taken position at the front on the class and she and Paul exercised inches apart. She said she felt as giddy as a silly teenager and couldn't stop herself copping an eyeful of his neat bum and tight lycra shorts stretched over his cock. A nice package. She got wetter as the session went on and tried to concentrate on Downward Dog, but kept imagining doggy with Paul!
After the class, her gang had all had coffee with Paul and knowing glances were exchanged between her girlfriends as they watched Kate and Paul flirt. Finally, it was just those two left at the café, mid morning, and Paul invited Kate to come back to his flat for another coffee. She told me that she never got that coffee....
Paul's flat was not big but very modern and minimalist with sleek white kitchen and breakfast bar and lots of big floor to ceiling windows. Kate said they both felt very randy and both knew why she had come back to the flat, but she said it had not been planned at all. They took no more than two minutes of awkward coffee related discussion before Paul suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled Kate to him. They immediately started devouring each other and Kate said his hands were all over her like a mad animal. Crazed she said, literally in an instant he had slid his hands down the rear of her yoga pants and he was sliding long tapered fingers into her bum crack (she did say she was relieved then for the Brazilian wax!).
Without knowing how, Kate said, her pants were round her knees and his hand was cupping her near bald vulva and pushing a finger insider her married, wet pussy. She in turn ventured to explore his dick for the first time and was surprised, she said, to find it was circumcised (her first) and was very different to my prick. Longer, thinner, circumcised, and tilted sharply upwards, unlike mine which is very straight but thick.
With almost no warning he stood on Kate's yoga pants to allow her self to free one leg and he broke their kiss to flip her around to face the full length window facing the park. Then he slid up behind her and rested his tilted cock on her ass and clasped her from behind. Kate said by this stage she was very horny but swept away in Paul's enthusiastic advances and so she lean back to help guide his cock into her from behind. Paul apparently didn't hand about. He thrust hard into Kate's unfaithful pussy and gasped with pleasure. Kate said it was an amazing feeling as he started to ram himself hard into her, her hands place flat against the glass, her top still on with Paul's frenzied mauling of her tits under her sports bra. She did say that his up turned cock was a wholly new sensation and he drove it right up inside her to cervix and kept it there.
With one hand he held her shoulder and the other he tickled her engorged clitoris, banging her ruthlessly from behind. Kate told me that he did keep saying that she "was his" but she let it pass as passionate guff. It did not take her long to begin to orgasm and so, no more than 10 minutes after they entered the flat she found herself cumming on Paul's cock, clamping down with all her engaged pelvic floor to tighten his experience. In doing so, she set Paul off and for the first time in ages, Kate felt a man other than her husband cum inside her depths.
Paul gasped her name over and over as he came and Kate felt him harden and pulse again and again inside as her own orgasm subsided. She was enjoying the sensation, standing facing the window, her hands splayed, and Paul pulsing inside her, when Paul suddenly popped out of her. He was still cumming and a jet or two shot over her pussy, anus and down onto her balled yoga out fit she was half standing on. This was why she had to wash the yoga pants immediately.
Paul stood back and asked Kate to clean his cock, so dazed by the speed of events and in a sudden post orgasm haze, Kate turned sank to her knees and sucked on his cock. She must have tasted her own juices mixed with his salty spunk as she cleaned Paul off. He just stood there running his hands through her greying blond bob and kept saying she was a "good girl", and a "greedy girl" and asked her how he tasted. Did he taste great? Then, with little preamble, he hitched up his yoga shorts and offered her a coffee as Kate sat on her knees, his semen trickling out of her and her yoga pants stained by a stray jet of ejaculate. Kate said, she simply stood up, pulled on her yoga pants, drank her coffee and sat in a puddle of Paul's seed. They carried on as if nothing had happened and eventually Kate left and went back to her car.
And so it was his unusual response to the sex that started that worm of doubt in Kate's mind. It was like Paul was working out some erotic fantasy scene with his latest conquest. It was this Kate was mulling in the bath when I got back: she had enjoyed the sex, but it wasn't what she had expected from an affair and his attitude and language very slightly jarred with her. It was the start of the ick with Paul but she did not yet realise it, as I did not realise that my wife had just managed to be unfaithful to me as I requested.
