With the usual disclaimers; if notions of adultery, infidelity, and cuckolding are troublesome for you, or trigger you, best to hit your "back" button now... this is one of a continuing series of related stories.
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This is the recounting of what I believe to be my wife's first extra-marital cheating experience. For context, we had been married for about three years at that point. Two children, a career, and graduate school were factors in our lives, along with a compounding issue. I had developed an infatuation, and initiated an affair with a young woman, a colleague and collaborator, who was also attending the same accelerated, advanced degree program.
The affair was on-again, off-again - we were both married, and had the combined issues of family, the master's program and work to contend with. It was logistically difficult, even though we had a built-in venue to use, my firm's corporate apartment.
Mostly driven by stress, available time, and the degree to which I was becoming attached to my affair partner, along with significant guilt, I broke off the affair.
It was difficult for both of us, because we collaborated professionally, and still carpooled to classes at night and on the weekends. We were still in constant, unavoidable contact.
Despite that, I tried to hold to not seeing her in the intimate, or sexual context - avoiding backsliding, and instead focused on work, school, and family.
Unfortunately, even though I was trying to end the affair, my wife KK became suspicious, and very jealous of my colleague and former affair partner. She was constantly accusing me of fucking around, even though at that point I was not, and she had no proof (that I knew of) that I'd been fucking around.
One night, I came home very late from a business meeting. I knew my wife had been frustrated with the amount of time I was spending on work, and that frustration had been building up over time. But sometimes the late hours were unavoidable.
When I got home, KK wasn't there. I wasn't aware of any plans she had, there was no note, and we hadn't communicated about her being gone that evening. Our kids were out of town, staying with my in-laws. That had been arranged to allow us to take a short break, and enjoy a four-day getaway to a Lake Tahoe resort. The house was eerily empty.
I was concerned, and after an hour or so, I called her cell phone, which went immediately to voicemail. I called again, a while later, the voicemail picked up, and I left another message.
My mind was racing, and I searched the house for signs of what might be going on - had she left me? I remembered that I'd forgotten to check the garage, which I immediately did, and I found her car was gone.
I went back to the bedroom to see if her things were still there, and found relief that there was nothing obviously gone, her clothes, shoes, and other items were still in place.
I found a damp towel on the rack, and some of her make-up items were out of place on her dressing table, but otherwise things were "normal."
I checked the storage closet where we kept luggage, and all the bags appeared to be in place, undisturbed. I checked my own voicemail, both personal, and at the office to make sure I hadn't missed any messages. Nothing... it just wasn't like my wife to disappear like this.
For a while, I was growing increasingly worried, and made myself a drink to try and relax. I gulped that first one down, and made another. I was also exhausted from work, and the exhaustion combined with the alcohol led me to fall asleep.
At about 3:00am, I woke up to the sound of a door opening and closing. I figured it must be my wife. I decided to feign sleep to see what KK might do.
I caught glimpses of my wife, wearing a mid-thigh, black leather skirt, stockings, stiletto heel pumps, and a white silk blouse.
I was struck by the way she was dressed - a hot outfit, combined with her unexpected absence, and late return were incongruent with "normal" behavior for a wife and mom.
The lights were on, so it was fairly easy to sneak peeks as KK went about whatever she was doing.
She appeared slightly disheveled, the skirt twisted on her hips slightly, and the blouse wrinkled up, with what looked like a button missing. Her hair was also a mess.
She got some water from the kitchen, and passed through the den on her way to the master bedroom, leaving me feigning sleep in the chair, without a word or acknowledging my presence.
I waited for a bit, and eventually heard the shower running, so I got up and went to the bedroom. Her clothing was over the back of a chair, and the master bath door was closed - there were no panties, just a bra, her thigh-highs, the blouse, and skirt, with her shoes kicked slightly under the chair.
I examined the items of clothing, and noticed distinct stains on the stockings, blouse and skirt, and even on the toe of one of her shoes - it appeared to be dried cum!
My cock was hard as steel, and I felt slightly sick to my stomach, a twinge of nausea as I pondered the situation. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it, and feel it in my ears.
I heard the shower stop running, and quickly returned to the den, to see what might happen next. A short while later, KK, standing in front of me, "awakened" me, saying, "Come to bed - it's very late." My wife's hair looked wet, and she was nude, which for her was unusual, as she almost always wore a robe or pajamas of some sort. I got up, and we went to bed.
After a short while, KK rolled over toward me, and started to fondle and stroke my cock, again, unusual as I almost always initiated any sexual contact in those days. I was instantly hard, and within a few minutes, she was sucking and licking me.
