I'm not even sure where to begin. The last couple weeks have just been a blur, and I never expected to be writing about such personal matters, even on a mostly anonymous site. None of this story will make any sense unless you read my account of a prior hook-up I had with my husband's golf pro. For those that can't take the time to read it, I will very briefly summarize our prior day together.
A couple weeks ago I drove the golf cart while my husband (Jim) and his golf pro (Bill) worked on Jim's game. Well, I ended up having a couple too many beers and a few too many shots of tequila (I left that out of the first story), and seriously fooled around with Bill on the golf course, with Jim right next to us. A bit later, with my hubby still very close by, Bill got to enjoy my mouth, and eventually he ended up using my pussy to stain his office chair really well!! It was never clear to me if Jim figured out what I was doing with Bill, but I can't imagine him not knowing. Especially when my husband walked into Bill's office just after we finished, and the strings of cum were still falling from Bill's chair, and both me and Bill's office strongly smelled of sex. Jim and I never talked about it, and even if he knew, his sex-making quantity and quality dramatically increased after that day. I expected the thing with Bill to be a one-time fling. And here is where the new story starts.
I wrote and published the first story as a way to work through what happened with Bill, and also as a bit of a confession. Yes, I know that telling a few thousand people on Literotica about my affair is not a "confession," but it felt good to write about it. Well, it took a few days to publish, and when it finally did, the community's reaction stunned me. Within minutes of it being published, my email filled with "anonymous feedback" from readers. From readers that wanted to see me burn in hell, or to die in a blaze of gasoline, or to have my eyes gouged out. The outrage and hate directed toward me was harsh and graphic. And it continued for days. Over 98% of my comments were hate-filled, anonymous, and from men that felt deeply angry and hurt about my story.
All this unexpected and irrational anger at first confused me, but as the weekend progressed, their consistent angry and intensely passionate reaction started to make a bit more sense. In fact, it helped me understand Jim's response to my first time cheating. When I woke up the next morning after my sex-filled day cheating with Bill, I fully expected Jim to leave me, or at least be so angry that he wouldn't be able to speak to me. But, instead, Jim asked me to get up and brush my teeth (stale beer breath – yuck) and come back to bed. After I got back in, he proceeded to eat me like he hadn't done in years, and pounded me like it was our honeymoon again. A few minutes later, he took me again in the shower, and I ate him later at (for) breakfast. Instead of being angry or punishing me for cheating, he not only seemed OK with it, but it madly aroused him. And he's stayed constantly horny since that day, and he's been happier than I've ever seen him. I don't get it, but I like to see Jim this way.
Over the weekend, as men continued to puke up their vile email, I did some research on cuckolding. I guess I generally knew it as a sexual fetish, but I had no idea how common it was, or what a powerful aphrodisiac is was for so many men. I also failed to understand how many men are terrified of it. I am aware that many men are violently homophobic due to there own sexual insecurities, and now, I understand that men can also be phobic of cuckolding, I expect for the same reasoning. It must be overwhelming to live in fear that deep inside you actually want some other man to take your woman, and know he will satisfy her more than you can. And moreover, that knowing she is with him, or watching him take her, will arouse you as never before. Rather than understand or face the fear, these men lash out, and pretend their fantasy does not exist.
But for those that so violently reject their cuckolding fantasy, such lashing out is in vain. Living the lie eventually pushes the woman into someone else's arms anyway, but permanently. The passion, the venom, and the sexual tension that cuckolding provokes in these men is enormous, and to ignore its impact is futile. I understand now that by Bill so completely satisfying me, and by doing it in front of Jim, that Jim was able to reach levels of arousal and sexual satisfaction he never had before. I may not understand it, and I may never have dreamt of doing this, but I want Jim to be happy.
So, this past Sunday, I took a break from reading my hate mail, and set up a special day for Jim and me. There's a golf resort not too far from where we live, and they have a wonderful weekday special. They offer a huge resort room, a day of golf, use of a golf cart, and a bottle or really good wine for only $200. I called to Jim to make sure he could take Tuesday off, and then confirmed my reservation, and set a mid-afternoon tee time.
On Tuesday, we slept in a little bit, went out for a very late breakfast, and got to the resort at about 2pm. We checked in and went to the room to get into our golfing clothes. The front desk upgraded us (for free!!) to a junior suite. The room was spectacular!! We were on the third floor, and overlooked a wooded area at the base of some very rugged hills. The suite had a main living area that also had a kitchen, and a huge master bedroom suite. The bedroom had a king bed, as well as a big sofa and entertainment center. One wall of the bedroom was nearly all glass, with a set of glass French doors leading to an enclosed outdoor patio. The patio had a full set of chairs and recliners, and its own refrigerator.
Our tee time was for 3, and Jim wanted to hit a few on the range before going out. So, we quickly changed into our golfing attire (or more precisely, my golf-cart-driving attire!!). Although I put on a golfing outfit, I did not plan to do any golfing today. I do, however, look pretty good in my short, tight skirt, and matching button-up shirt. Jim looked good too, in his blue checkered shorts and polo shirt. As a couple, we would be turning a few heads today!
For the most part, golfing with Jim was pretty uneventful. It was a really busy day on the course, so there was little opportunity to do anything else except to golf. Although, we did manage to have some fun between the 6th and 7th holes of the back 9. For the first time, the drive between holes became very private and secluded. As we drove, I reached over to Jim and unzipped his shorts, and put my hand inside. He was not wearing any underwear, so my hand easily grabbed his shaft, and I pulled it out. He put his foot up on the cart's seat, and I dropped one knee to the floor, and put the other near his foot on the bench. I let my mouth surround him, and sucked him into me as hard as I could. Jim let out a loud "ohhh" as my lips slipped over his rim and my mouth consumed his head. My lips slide up and down his shaft, caressing his whole length, while my tongue explored his rim and head. After a few strokes, I let his head rest deep in my mouth, and then with a deliberate push, forced him into my throat. His uncontrollable gasp of "of fuck" let me know he was enjoying my deep-throating. His precum tasted good, and soon my mouth was filled with the taste of his bulging tension. I couldn't finish him, however, as a cart came up behind us, and I had to release my grip on him and sit up. As I helped him put his dick back in his shorts, a few drops of thick white liquid grow at his tip, and roll down his shaft. "Damn it," he stammered. "I was only a couple seconds away from cumming."
