It all began on a Saturday afternoon when I came home from playing golf with three of my girlfriends. I guess I must have been fairly quiet when I walked into the house because Ben didn't know I was there until I walked up to the spare bedroom that he had turned into an office and den. I saw him give a start when he heard the word "What" when I started to ask him:
"What would you like for dinner?"
When he heard my voice he quickly cleared the screen on the computer, turned and said:
"It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you decide."
"That ones easy then. I have decided that we will go out for dinner. I suddenly have a taste for the barbecued ribs at Luther's. I'm all sweaty so I'm going to take a shower."
As I headed for the master bedroom I wondered what it was that Ben had so quickly cleared on the computer so I wouldn't see it.
By the time I was showered, dried and dressed Ben had gone outside and I knew from the sound of the lawnmower that he was in the back yard. I went into the den, found the computer in standby mode and brought it up. I checked the history and saw that the last site visited was something called "slutwives.com." There were several others with names like "cuckoldsunlimited.net", "hotwives.com" and "desperatewives.com."
I got a pen and a piece of paper out of the desk drawer and wrote down all the addresses so I could check them later when Ben wasn't around. Curiosity had a grip on me and I wanted to take a look at whatever it was that Ben didn't want me to see. I was just closing the desk drawer when I heard the lawnmower stop. I tucked the list in my pocket and went downstairs.
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Sunday morning Ben left the house at seven for the golf course where he had a seven-forty tee time. He played with three guys he worked with almost every Sunday and I knew he wouldn't be home before one-thirty.
When I finished the breakfast dishes I went into the den and brought up the computer. I typed in the address for "cheatingwives.com" and a box popped up asking for a user name and password. Ben had used the same user name and password for everything since we started using computers ten years ago so I typed them in and they worked.
The site was a collection of stories about wives who cheated on their husbands. I read several and they were a mix of wives writing about how they cheated, got away with it and loved it, men who caught their wives cheating writing about how they found out and what they did about it and men writing about encouraging their wives to go out and do other men.
I backed out of that site and tried "cuckoldsunlimited." Mostly the same as "cheatingwives" except the men encouraged the wife to fuck other men while they watched or wives who did it, rubbed hubby's face in it and treated him like a wuss while he just sat there and took it.
I checked three other sites and found them all basically the same in that the husband usually watched the wife make it with other men and got turned on while they watched.
Why was Ben reading this stuff? And then I suddenly thought "Oh My God! Could Ben possibly want or wish that I would do those things?" The thought stunned me!
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I started reading the stories whenever Ben wasn't home and I did have to admit that some of them really got to me. It wasn't the 'watching' or the 'cuckolding' that got to me, but the sex that the women had. I had only been with one man – Ben – in my life and I was reading about women who did it with two or three men at the same time. I tried to imagine myself with two or more men and I couldn't. Even when reading the descriptions I couldn't see that it was possible, but did it ever turn me on.
The more stories I read the more I thought about what Ben might want. Did he imagine me as the woman in the story he was reading? What was his interest? Did he want to watch? Was he thinking of being the cuck and having his face rubbed in it? Could he actually be thinking of eating my pussy after another man used me?
The more stories I read the more I wondered if I could ever do the things the women in the stories did. I could identify with some of them. I had often wondered what making love with another man would be like. I think most women who have only been with one man have had that thought at one time or another. I wasn't a bad looking woman and when I was out and about I could see men (and boys) checking me out and I had to admit that occasionally I did wonder what one of them might be like.
I wondered, but that's all. I loved Ben and I loved being married to him so I never did anything more than occasionally wonder.
But the thoughts started to creep in. What if Ben really wanted me to be like the women in the stories he was reading? Could I do it? I really didn't think so. Even though some of the stories really turned me on I didn't think I could do it. Then I had one of those "Be honest with yourself" moments. It wasn't that I couldn't do it; it was I didn't think I could do it with Ben watching.
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A couple of months went by and I was spending more time in front of the computer monitor than Ben was. I kept checking the history and when I saw that Ben had added another site I went there and checked it out. More stories along the same line – cheating wives and husbands that got off on it.
I was reading ten or fifteen stories a day and I was beginning to wish I could be some of the ladies in the stories. The amount of time I spent reading stories – especially the ones that had my fingers working on myself – were slowly changing things in my mind without me being aware of it. I'm not even sure when I started thinking "I could do that" or "I'd like to do that at least once" but one day the thoughts were there. And after that it was only a hop, skip and a jump to "I want to do that at least once to see what it is like." From there, because I was a faithful wife, the thoughts went on to how to let Ben know that I'd like to try and do what he seemed to want.
I started thinking up scenarios where I could broach the subject, but then when I came up with a plan I thought would work I had another thought. Even if I wanted to do it I didn't know if I could do it. Could I actually make love to another man? What if I couldn't bring myself to do it? What if I got it all set up and had Ben in the closet, but then couldn't do it? What if I just couldn't let another man touch me? Then I would have one man hating me because I'd led him on and then said no. He would be standing there naked and would have a hard cock and I'd be telling him to leave; to go away and leave me alone. That I could probably live with, but could I live with the disappointment in Ben's eyes after getting him all built up to get what he wanted? I didn't think I could do that.
There was only one way I could find out about that, but it was against everything that I believed in. I would have to cheat on my husband. I would have to have sex with a man not my husband behind my husband's back in order to find out if I would be able to have sex with another man at all let alone with Ben watching. Doing another man with Ben watching wouldn't be cheating, but without Ben's involvement it would be. It was the proverbial rock and hard place. Do it or don't do it? Cheat to see if I could give Ben what he seemed to want or don't cheat and go ahead and set it up for Ben to watch and have it be a disaster.
There were other things to consider too. How did I go about lining up another man? I had no doubt that many of our male acquaintances would leap at the chance to do me, but I didn't think I wanted to do it with any one we knew. What if it didn't go right and then I had to see that person on a regular basis? What if it went great and Ben decided that he didn't like it while the other man did and wanted more of me? How would that work out? Not well I supposed if it was someone we knew. When I did it the man would have to be a stranger. And then I realized what I'd just thought. I'd thought "when" and not "if."
Ben would never know and it would be a secret that I would take to my grave. If I was able to make love with another man I'd be a step closer to giving Ben what he wanted. That decision made I needed to figure out how to set myself up with another man in such a way that I wouldn't get caught doing it.
I went back to the stories on the computer and familiarized myself with all the ways that cheating wives were discovered. I discounted all the home surveillance stuff because that stuff only went into play when the husband suspected cheating and since I hadn't cheated I wasn't giving off any of the signs and it wouldn't matter anyway since I wouldn't be doing it at home and I wouldn't be using the home phone.
The next most common was being seen either because hubby was in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw you with the other man or someone who knew you saw you and clued in hubby. The hubby problem could be avoided by making sure hubby was where he was supposed to be when it came time to do it and a simple phone call to him at work would cover that. Not to his cell, but to his work phone.
The 'someone who knows you both' would be more difficult. I'd need to find some place where there was no likelihood that there would be anybody there who knew me or at least some place where if anyone did see me I'd have a legitimate reason for being there. Since I worked out of the home I had most of the day that I could use. Get it done and be home fixing dinner when Ben came home.
The third most common way of getting caught was to screw up and bring something home that hubby would see and make him think. The way around that would be to take a change of clothes and make sure to shower before coming home. Cum stained panties could be pitched into a trash can at the scene where the deed took place and not brought home and put in the laundry basket. Even better, wear a Kotex pad after having sex so the panties don't get stained.
The next most common way to get caught was to change the way you acted around hubby after you had been bad. I'd need to work on keeping things the same so no change in attitudes or actions would give a clue that I was doing something that I shouldn't.
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Researching the stories for information got me hot and bothered and I had to put my fingers to work. As I read a story about a woman who had driven two towns away from hers to find a lounge where she could pick up a man and not likely be seen by anyone who knew her I put myself in her place. I imagined that it was me walking into that lounge and....
I looked around and saw several men there. Some that looked fairly interesting. I decided to take a seat at the bar and not take a table. The men might take my sitting at a table a sign that I was waiting for someone to join me. I asked the bartender for a glass of white wine. The glass was almost empty when a man took the stool next to me. His intent was obvious in that there were seven empty stools to my left and five to my right.
"Buy you a drink?"
I smiled and finished what was in the glass in front of me, turned to him and said:
"Yes you may."
He waved the bartender over and ordered another white wine for me and a Coors for himself. When the drinks arrived I thanked him and he said:
"It isn't often that we see a classy lady like yourself in here, but when we do it is usually because of only one thing."
"And that would be?"
