Ohio, 1959
As Cathy and I left the motel, we both felt a strong feeling of submission and blissfulness after what had just happened. When we got home to the babysitter, our girls were still up and we had dinner and put them to bed. Cathy and I then went to our bedroom and shut the door, then got undressed and lay down naked together on the bed.
As we cuddled facing each other and wordlessly looked into each other's eyes, Cathy guided my hand down to touch her belly. Her face had now grown a sad and worried expression like it had earlier in the motel when I had first seen her after fucking Robert. "You won't leave me, will you, James?" she asked.
As the submissive blissfulness of the evening wore off, I was hit with what felt like a fresh churning in my stomach as the realization of what she indicated truly dawned on me. At the same time, I could feel my penis growing hard for a third time. "I love you, Cathy," I said. And then after a while: "I won't leave you. I promise."
Our lips kissed as we drew closer to each other, our eyes still locked, and my hard penis now pressed against her belly. She noticed this and smiled as I began to probe her pussy hairs with my penis as we cuddled closer. I ached with the desire to penetrate her, and I did for the second time that evening. I lasted longer than usual because I had already ejaculated twice, and I again noticed that her pussy felt looser and gripped me less than it had before. Yet, somehow, that turned me on even more. Cathy looked up at me as I was fucking her and smiled but I could see a grimace on her face as well.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, honey," she said. "It's just I'm a little sore. Please finish soon."
Somehow these words and what they conveyed pushed me over the edge and I orgasmed deep inside her, or as far as I could reach. I stayed there for a long time but I'm not sure I ejaculated anything, as the two previous times this evening had dried me out.
Cathy fell asleep quickly after that but something kept me awake. My mind kept racing wild with images of what I had seen in the motel room and even more my imagination of what they must have done when I left them alone together for over two hours. I thought of how red and swollen her pussy had looked under her bush when I came back. How loose her pussy felt when I had frantically fucked it then and just now. How flushed and sweaty she was. The smell of his cum and her juices. The musky smell and taste when I had finally kissed her where he had fucked her. Why had I done that? What kind of man was I? How could I have let this happen? How could I have allowed my beautiful young wife, my high school sweetheart, my first kiss, the mother of my two young daughters, to give herself over to another man--my own boss even? And why did she do it? Why did she want it and allow it? There was no going back and I anguished over how I could possibly live with myself after this.
Then another thought hit me again. What if she was really pregnant by him? Would I accept that and raise their child as my own? Be a literal cuckold? Tears started to fill my eyes again and I wept quietly in the dark over these fears and anxieties that settled at the pit of my stomach like a great weight and made me feel nauseous. How could I forgive her? How could I forgive myself?
Finally I slept, fitfully, and awoke Saturday morning to find Cathy already up. I could hear her making breakfast for the girls in the kitchen and them laughing. I looked at the rumpled spot where Cathy had lain beside me last night. I thought I saw some wetness on the sheets where her pussy might have pressed.
My stomach still churned from yesterday. How could my wife in the other room just go back to her normal life and being a mother to our two girls after what had just happened? These thoughts and everything that had happened came flooding back and rushed through my mind over and over again for the next several hours as I simply lay awake in bed. I felt too tired to get up and I knew I wouldn't be able to focus on anything either.
Eventually, at about eleven, Cathy came in to check on me and then offered to bring me breakfast in bed but I said I didn't want it and was still sleeping. At about noon our youngest daughter came in and asked me why I was being a sleepy head, so finally I dragged myself up and took a shower before showing up in the kitchen to get something to eat. I didn't feel good.
Cathy kissed me on the lips but looked worried now that she could see how I felt. We talked more that day and weekend about what had happened and how I now felt about it. I told her that despite having been turned on by her fucking Robert, the full reality of it had now hit me and I didn't want it to go on... but at the same time I knew I couldn't take it back, and it crushed me as a man. She was devastated to hear this and we both cried together again like we had that night. I said I didn't know what to do. She pleaded to have sex with me to make me feel like a man again but I told her I didn't even feel like it. She shook her head and quietly wept at this rejection and our mood together became somber and depressed. We slept together clothed in our undergarments on Sunday.
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On Monday I wasn't even sure if I would be able to go to work and face Robert, but when the morning came I got up and went to work, although I was a little late. When I saw Robert I couldn't look him in the eye and out of the corner of his eye I saw him only slightly wave to me as a greeting. He seemed a little nervous toward me and both of us seemed to avoid interacting as much as possible.
That night Cathy and I talked again and I said I was feeling a little better. The familiar tingling of arousal in my penis had come back and despite myself I felt turned on by the shapely form of my petite little wife again. She seemed sad but I tried to be more easygoing and give her some reassurance. Neither of us brought up the encounter with Robert or the possibility she was pregnant.
It continued much like this for the rest of the week and slowly I began to feel better about the situation as my arousal again heightened, but we still avoided any more discussion of what had happened. Cathy know doubt expected I was still taking it very badly. That Saturday, night after the kids were in bed I kissed Cathy on the lips for the first time in a week, and she kissed me back and we looked into each other's eyes for a long time.
"I love you, Cathy," I said, "and I want you to know I will never leave you, I could never leave you...." As I said this I helped her undress on the bed and kissed her breasts, then her belly, and slowly got lower to her pussy. I kissed her pussy and then looked up at her.