THE STORY SO FAR
Helen, my wife, had a one month affair with Dr Paul Rodgers. I forgave her and we planned a romantic weekend away. However we fell under the spell of Delroy, a Jamaican porn star. Delroy arranged for us to meet a fat man
The 3 of us had coffee and cake at the Middle Beach restaurant. We were joined by a fat man. We agreed to accept £15,000 for both of us to both be paid porn stars. The £15,000 included us providing proof that we were married.
THE STORY CONTINUES
The fat man handed me 2 envelopes.
He said "There's one for each of you. Have fun completing them. Usually takes 3 to 4 hours. Then get someone to witness you signing your form. Once they are witnessed phone me and I'll send someone to collect them."
The fat man then said "Don't bother about the bus. I'll get one of my men to drive you back to your Swanage hotel."
Helen and I had pre-booked tickets to see Anything Goes. We agreed to leave answering the questions for another day.
MY QUESTIONS
However we had questions for each other.
I asked my wife "You got friendly with the Jamaican straight away. What did he say to you?"
Helen replied "Delroy told me that you liked seeing his big Jamaican cock."
I said "Delroy liked showing off his dick and arse. So what he told you was true."
Helen continued "Delroy then told me that you liked it that I had fucked a man with a big, thick dick."
I said "That was only half true. I confess. I did tell Delroy about your affair. But only after he told me that his wife liked fucking white men."
Helen said "Then Delroy said that you
wanted to watch him use make use of me. Was that true?"
I replied "That was a total fabrication. But you believed him."
Helen said "I did. I liked being fucked by Dr Rodgers. And I liked Delroy. I'd have fucked Delroy for free, yet alone for a share of £15,000."
HELEN'S QUESTIONS
Helen asked me "Is that why you agreed to be in a porn film, so you could fuck Delroy's wife?"
I said "In part. But it's also an adventure. You told me that my love making isn't as good as before. That's partly why you got Dr Rodgers to fuck you."
Helen interrupted and said "To shag me beautifully and skillfully. Paul was young, better endowed and knew what I wanted."
I winced. I still hated my wife calling Dr Rodgers by his forename. Our get away was partly to escape talking about the man who had cuckolded me. I still hadn't come to terms to thinking of myself as Dr Rodgers cuck. To be fair, Helen had avoided using the word "cuckold".
But now she said "So why do you want Delroy to make you a cuckold for a second time?"
Hearing my wife call me a cuckold was traumatic. I didn't know what to say. There was a silence.
Helen said "Perhaps you didn't hear. I asked why you wanted Delroy to make you a cuckold a second time."
I said "I need time to think of a proper answer. Let's just prepare for a romantic evening at the theatre."
We got dressed and had pre-theatre and interval drinks. We enjoyed watching Anything Goes. We went and had a couple of drinks in a pub.
MY ANSWERS
When we got back to our hotel room, Helen asked me "Do you have an answer to my question? and why can't you call my former lover by his forename?"
I replied "The second question is easy to answer. It establishes the doctor's status and implies that he is was unethical. You calling him Paul implies that he was just another man. It makes me feel less of a cuckold. I hate thinking of you preferring him."