Melanie Spills The Tea Cuckold

Author's note: Long awaited sequel to the much-hated series "My Wife Melanie".

Some of you have heard of me. I'm Melanie, Allen's wife, the one who "returned the favor" after he had an affair. I've read the comments on his postings. You aren't fans, I get it. It doesn't really matter what you think though. It isn't any of your business. But since Allen decided to air our dirty laundry I feel it appropriate to tell the story from my point of view.

Don't worry, I won't try to portray myself as the heroine of the story. I was a total slut, no doubt about it. It was even worse than Allen thinks. We've agreed to be totally honest with each other so he needs to hear the whole truth anyway. And he'll learn of it the same time you do. Fitting, no?

First things first: Allen's fling didn't last a day, a week or a month. It went on for years. I had no idea. He had me completely fooled. He was a loyal husband here at home, as far as I know, but he traveled several times a year for work and then he would have his whore girlfriend meet him.

She's the one who gave up his secret. She started emailing me. Teasing me with suggestions that my husband wasn't being honest. I ignored it at first, thought it was phish or spam. But the emails kept coming and kept getting more and more detailed. I still trusted Allen but I started asking questions and his answers weren't adding up.

Even so, I told this person I didn't believe her and I wasn't going to leave my husband no matter what she said. That's when the pictures started coming. Not pornographic pictures, but pictures that left little doubt as to the nature of his relationship with her.

Along with the pictures came descriptions of the sex acts that were performed when the pictures were taken. The descriptions got more and more detailed as the weeks wore on. They would not have been out of place on the pages of this site. I might even have enjoyed reading them if it were someone else's husband.

I could have called it quits on my marriage. Maybe I should have. But we'd been together a long time. Allen didn't want to divorce. The only one who really wanted that was Sheri. Why should I make her happy? So I agreed to a trial period of counseling and conciliation while I made up my mind.

As part of the agreement I slept with my husband once a month. That was the minimum amount of sex I could imagine a couple having and still being a couple. Sound cold? Felt cold. I couldn't stop thinking about the filthy things he did with that girl. Why didn't he do those things with me?

I'm not a prude. I've watched the occasional X-rated movie. I used to read spicy romance novels and play with myself while imagining doing the things written within. Did I suggest doing those things with my husband? No, that's for the man to suggest and the woman to reluctantly agree.

You might disagree, but let's be honest. If a wife expresses an interest in unusual sex there are two ways a husband could react. He might be thrilled. Or he might think that he'd like to sleep with a freak but he wouldn't want to marry one. Would you risk your relationship on a coin toss like that?

It's not that our sex life wasn't satisfying. Allen was a creative lover and I was an enthusiastic participant. I rarely refused him and frequently initiated lovemaking. I would even tell him about sex tips I read in women's magazines. I felt it was safe to offer up those things without damaging my image.

Well, I wanted more than that now, but not with Allen. To be fair, I would still have done things with him during our monthly visits if he asked. He never asked. To the contrary, he treated me with kid gloves during this period which further irritated me. I had to wonder, was he thinking of her rocky road while he gave me the vanilla?

I hooked up with an old boyfriend. That seemed appropriate. He was overjoyed to get me in bed. Unfortunately when I tried to get kinky with him he got performance anxiety and I was left wanting. That's a kick in the pants, to cheat on your spouse and not even get the brass ring.

I considered picking up a stranger. I even went so far as to strike up a conversation with a guy in a bar. We got in his car and made out right there in the parking lot. But for all my bold talk I couldn't go through with it. My new friend was not happy about that and I kind of had to fight him off. I didn't try that again.

That's when I set my sights on Tom. As you may know, Tom is one of my co-workers. He teaches Chemistry while I teach Mathematics. He also coaches track and it would be hard to overlook how athletic he is. He could have his pick of the ladies in the school if he was so inclined. He didn't date a lot though, from what I could tell. I do know he spent one hot weekend with my friend Cheryl after her husband dumped her.

Tom picked up on it pretty quickly when I started moving on him. When I explained the situation he was not in favor of my plan. Later, as you may know, he would tell my husband that he tried to talk me out of it. That is definitely true. He warned me that I was going to break my marriage. I replied that my marriage was already broken and I was trying to decide whether it was worth fixing.

He agreed to go along with it but he wasn't convinced I would take things as far as I intended. His skepticism only added fuel to my fire. The fateful moment came on the evening of the parent-teacher conferences. Tom mentioned that he saw Allen dropping me off. I explained that my car was in the shop and that he would also be picking me up.

"How about if I drive you home tonight?" He suggested.

"I guess that would be OK." I replied. "But you should probably drop me off on the corner and I'll walk the rest of the way."

"No, I'll pull up in front of your house."

"Why's that?"

"So you can blow me while your husband waits for you to call."

I was taken aback. Tom had been the reluctant partner in our agreement and here he was plunging in with both feet. "I don't actually want to get caught in the act, Tom."

"We'll find an inconspicuous spot on your street, close enough you can see the house. Then you can make up your mind... to be a slut or to be a good wife."

Was he really reluctant or had that been an act? Surely he knew I wouldn't back down from such a challenge. Or would I? The rest of the evening I met with parents and smiled and laughed and all the while I couldn't stop thinking about Tom and what he wanted from me.

The conferences technically ran until nine but meetings were by appointment and I encourage my parents to schedule early times. Allen would be expecting me to call by eight but at that time I was getting into Tom's Dodge Challenger. He was proud of his car and I did find it sexy. I don't want to sound like a bimbo, getting turned on by a guy's car. But when he fired up that big engine I could definitely feel the appeal.

Honestly, the closer we got to my house, my husband, the closer I was to backing down. But Tom drove past the house and pointed out a particularly likely spot at the boundary between my yard and the neighbors. A towering walnut tree shaded it from the streetlights and cast an inky black shadow. If he parked there we would be practically invisible.

He went around the block and as he approached the spot he killed the lights and coasted up to the curb. The crunch of walnuts under his tires sounded as loud as explosions. My excitement level rose to a fever pitch and I no longer felt like calling it off. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch for the very first time.

I thought we might make out first but Tom put his hand over mine and used my fingers to begin undoing his belt. I put my other hand to work and quickly had his fly open. He ran his hand up my back and when his fingers were in my hair he pushed my face down in his lap. Good thing, too, as a car came up suddenly behind us and bathed our windows with light.

"He's looking out the window."

"Who? Allen?"

"Yeah, but he couldn't have seen you. Don't worry."

I got his cock out and held it to my cheek. I was loving this moment. I gave it some long licks. Tom positioned my face so I was lip to tip with his penis.

"It's now or never, babe. Open wide or..."

I opened wide and took him in my mouth. I couldn't believe how outrageous this was. I was in a parked car, in front of my house, with my mouth full of a man who was watching my husband maybe a hundred feet away. I sucked gently at his head, then began bobbing up and down on it.

Tom stroked my hair and murmured encouragements. I cupped and fondled his heavy balls and then wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I'm not great at deep throating so this left just half of his big dick for my lips and tongue to cover. I thought back to girls I'd seen in videos, how they sucked cocks, and let them be my guide.

While I worked on his knob, Tom's hand roamed down my back and infiltrated the waistband of my slacks. I repositioned myself to give him access to my underwear. He felt up my ass and squeezed my cheeks. It felt good and I caught myself squirming under his hand. Then I felt his fingers go between my legs and, oh boy, his fingertips grazed my pubes.

I silently willed him to keep going. After stroking my curly hairs several times, his fingertip very deliberately touched my pussy lips. Oh wow. This got me so excited I found myself going harder and deeper on his cock. And this apparently got him so excited he began fingering my pussy urgently.

I was really going to town on his cock, slurping and gagging, the whole treatment. The lewdness of the situation, the feeling of his finger inside me, the wonderful sensation of his penis filling my mouth and probing my throat... I was losing control.

Then Tom was coming and I had saliva and semen all over my hand and face. He removed his hand from my pants and I sat up, happily stunned. He pushed himself back in his pants and did himself up.

"You want me to drive you back to the school so you can get cleaned up?"

"No, I'll slip in the back way and pop into the bathroom."

The rest of the night, as you know, is history. Not much I can add to Allen's version except this. When I read later how imagining me having illicit sex kind of turned him on, I thought that explained a few things.

Our next encounter was the day of the district meetings. Allen told you how he followed us to a motel and eavesdropped on us while we screwed. The truth is that I knew where he was the whole time. He went through a lot of trouble to stay under cover. But he forgot he installed locating software on his phone as part of our conciliation agreement.

Tom wanted to call it off but really, what's the worst that could happen? We weren't breaking any laws. Allen isn't stupid or homicidal. He might make a scene, embarrassing himself in the process. But clearly he knew I was going out on him and if he didn't like it his only option was to divorce me. Then I wouldn't have to make the decision.

It was pretty wonderful fucking Tom in that motel room. I had a lot of frustration built up and he had plenty of stamina. It was wonderful, but it wasn't out of the ordinary. He gave me some solid service from just about every angle and showed no sign of flagging. We had already decided to switch to my ass when Allen made his move.

Of course I've taken it in the ass before. Just not from Allen. He never asked so I never brought it up. Remember, that's for the man to suggest and the woman to reluctantly agree. Honestly, would you like it if your wife one day said, 'Hey, want to try the other hole? I've done it before and I kind of like it.' Be honest, you wouldn't.

I was assuming the position on the bed when we heard footsteps cross the hall. The motel was mostly empty so it was probably him. A check of his phone confirmed this. We heard the door to the room next to us open and close, then nothing. He was next door to us being very quiet. There was a creak of the bed, a clink of a glass. He wanted to listen in? I'd give him a show.

Too bad he left before my big performance, not that I knew he wasn't still listening. I was expecting to find all my stuff on the lawn when I got home but Allen seemed surprisingly chill. Reading his account, I realize now he had a lot going on in that mind of his. I do feel bad, looking back, especially now that I know how he really felt about me. Even after what happened he still loved me and was willing to do what it took to win me back.

I nearly changed my mind when he courted me after that, made love to me like he used to, better than he used to. Nearly changed my mind, but Tom made a suggestion that would prove irresistible.

He asked me if I had enough to satisfy my curiosity. I told him I liked what he was giving me but that perhaps I was looking for something out of my reach. He and I were making love. I wouldn't learn what it was to be a whore by making respectful love, no matter how wild and uninhibited. Tom said he knew just what I needed. Two guys at once. That idea never occurred to me. But once he said it I could think of nothing else.

He took me to meet a friend of his. Carl was a good-looking guy, the California beach boy type. Not my type but he would certainly do for my purposes. He was married, I was surprised to find. Ilene looked like a punk-rock pinup girl... long black hair with bangs, tight dress, plenty of tattoos and piercings. It was weird having her sitting there while we plotted a threesome with her husband. But it was clear that she'd been around and knew a thing or two. I thought this might be a woman I could learn from.

The guys went to look at something in the garage and the moment they left the room she made her move.

"Do you ever play with girls?" She asked.

"Never have. Is that something a whore would do?"

Her dark eyes lit up. "Oh yeah. Porn chicks and strippers -- a lot of them are secret lesbians. Or not so secret."

I laughed and played dumb. "Where would I meet a girl who liked that sort of thing, though?"

"I can help you out there," she said, practically licking her chops at the thought.

"What are you thinking? The two of us, one on one?"

"Let's meet up before the guys get their turn. Do a little personal grooming." She leaned close enough to whisper in my ear, "You'll never be the same again."

I learned a lot about myself that spring break in the sleazy motel room. I learned what I was capable of with the right motivation. I learned that I could force myself to do despicable things and somehow enjoy them. And I learned how my husband must have felt when he was cheating on me and later when he was caught at it.

Ilene started by giving me a close shave, high and low. There would be no hiding that from Allen. She gave me a douche and an enema. Embarrassing, but gave me a boost to my confidence. Then she wanted us to pee on each other. I didn't want to do that. But I also didn't want to let her down.

I lay in the tub and she stood over me. I closed my eyes and held my breath while she went on my stomach and chest. She didn't shy away from it when I returned the favor. She wanted me to piss right in her face and she acted like it was a spa treatment, running it through her hair with her fingers.

I wondered if Allen did this to his slut girlfriend. Did Sheri act like it was pennies from heaven if he did? What if he had asked me to engage in this disgusting behavior? Would I have refused him, my own husband?

We showered and washed each other thoroughly, finishing up just as Tom and Carl arrived. While the guys watched, Ilene stripped me and blindfolded me and tied me spread-eagle to the bed. I had agreed to this beforehand. Ilene explained that being tied up was a useful way for a whore to let herself be forced to do things she would be uncomfortable doing voluntarily.

She was just starting to eat my hairless pussy when the hammering on the door came. I was so mortified I wanted to die. I had checked Allen's phone location before we got started and he was at his office. I found out later that bitch housekeeper had called him. I won't repeat what was said by him or by Tom. But after my husband left I was feeling defeated and not very sexy.

I said to Ilene that she should probably untie me. She lay down next to me and started fingering me. She whispered in my ear. "You have a safe word. You can use it if you like. But a whore doesn't care what her loser of a husband thinks. And she wouldn't let him stand in the way of her pleasure."

I teetered there on the brink for a moment. I was totally busted. Allen knew where I was, what I was doing. Yeah, it would be unfair for me to suffer the consequences without at least enjoying the crime. Ilene worked me over pretty good after that. Fingered my holes, tortured my nipples, made me eat her pussy and lick her ass. Looking back... I'm glad I did that.

After she untied me it was the boys' turn. Shouldn't take much imagination to guess what they did to me. I read what Allen was thinking while this was going on and yes, they did all that and more. They took me in my mouth and pussy at the same time, then my mouth and ass. The crowning moment, of course, was when they took my pussy and ass, a true double penetration.

I was afraid of doing that but I also didn't want the opportunity to pass and say I was too scared for it. They were gentle with me, though, and while I felt stretched to my utter limit I didn't suffer any permanent effects. The most amazing part was when Ilene stuck a rubber dick in my mouth, warm and wet from her pussy, and forced me to deep throat it.

So there I was on a cheap motel room bed, all three holes filled to capacity, and I truly felt like a whore, finally. I wasn't even enjoying it, not sexually. I was enjoying being an object, a tool to satisfy the lusts of two men at once. I was enjoying being seen as a peer by an accomplished freak like Ilene. But I was glad when they came and went and I was lonely when I was left by on my own.

I was also apprehensive about what was waiting for me at home. I'm surprised it went as well as it did. Overjoyed, in fact. When I offered to be Allen's personal whore I meant it. Personal as in his alone. Whore as in this is how I want him to treat me. Our lovemaking was pretty rough for a while after that. He had some lingering resentment that he took out on my skin. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I have high hopes for us in the future. I still have Sheri's letters and I expect him to do to me everything he ever did to her. But I'm not going to ask for it. Even now I think those things are for the man to suggest and the woman to reluctantly agree, even when he knows damn well she is a slut. But he will ask and I will agree. Because he wants me to do for him everything I ever did for Tom. I will, too, everything and more.