My Wife's Painful Mistae

I started writing and contributing here about a year ago, and I'm still trying to improve. I now realize how important a good editor is for a better reading experience. Thanks to OffRoadDiesel and NoTalentHack for their edits and suggestions.

For all of you that say my stories are too over the top, this is one of my milder contributions.

Wife's Painful Mistake

I found out....in the most unusual way.

It happened at the start of our annual men's fishing weekend. The guys (Scott, Stan, Roger, and myself) go up to the lake for our three-day fishing trip while our wives make it a girls' weekend.

We've known each other for many years and Roger and Mary were our closest friends. Stan Fortunato was Roger's nephew and several years younger than us, but we welcomed him into our circle of friends. Over time, he became one of my best employees.

When Laura and I got married, we were just high school graduates, but I was determined and hardworking. Shortly after graduating, I started a small pool service business, and within two years, it had grown to serve over 100 homes with the help of four employees. The business continued to thrive, and twenty years later, I was managing over 1,500 homes with a team of 30 dedicated employees, including the invaluable Stan, who proved to be a remarkable asset to the company.

Despite lacking a college education or prior experience, Stan's passion, strong work ethic, and fantastic rapport with the team made him an exceptional manager for our Orlando operations. Recognizing his outstanding contributions, I promoted him, offering a substantial increase in pay and the possibility of future ownership in the company. Our professional relationship flourished into a genuine friendship, and we enjoyed working together.

Over the years, I expanded the business from Tampa to Orlando, establishing it as the premier pool service company in central Florida. With the vast majority of homes having pools that required constant care and maintenance, our services were in high demand. Our revenue and profits soared, strengthening the company's position in the market.

As the business grew, the importance of financial management became evident. I relied on Howard, a trusted and experienced family member who was a retired tax accountant with a wealth of knowledge in finance. Under his advice, I leveraged all the equity in my home to expand the business when mortgage rates were extremely low.

My trust in Howard was a testament to his expertise and dedication. He, along with his attorney spouse, played a significant role in our success, providing invaluable advice and recommendations that proved to be instrumental in the company's prosperity.

Howard's wife, Beth, was a corporate attorney and suggested placing the company into a trust to protect the assets from liabilities and any potential lawsuits in the future. I followed her advice and became the sole trustee.

Discovery

Ah, the joys of married life and the pursuit of a dream home! My wife, Laura, and her crew of girlfriends simply adored our new estate home. Picture this: a posh upscale neighborhood with a massive swimming pool, an oversized patio that boasts a charming Tiki Bar, and a grilling area that would make any BBQ enthusiast drool. Oh, and let's not forget about all the luxurious amenities that Laura had insisted on having - she had got a knack for getting what she wanted, and I could never say no to her persuasive charm!

You see, these homes in our fancy neighborhood were appreciating faster than a shooting star. So, naturally, I gave in to Laura's every upgrade whim, knowing full well that when the time came to sell, we'd be rolling in dough. Love has a funny way of making us do things we never thought we would, but hey, it was all for the greater good, right?

Vacation Day

Well, today's the day! Laura and her crew of gal pals have descended upon our fancy abode for a weekend of pure indulgence. As they arrived, I received strict instructions not to disrupt their shenanigans - they were on a mission to have a blast without us husbands around. And boy, did I happily oblige! I was more than ready to escape the clutches of girl talk and gossip for the weekend.

With fishing rods in hand and a heart full of freedom, I dashed out of there faster than a pack of excited puppies. A fishing trip sounded like paradise after slaving away for weeks running my growing company. The thought of reeling in some big catches and sipping a cold one with the boys was pure heaven.

As I left the ladies to their wine-fueled afternoon of giggles and secrets, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have Laura and her gang of mischief-makers in my life. Sure, they might drive us husbands crazy at times, but deep down, we knew they were the spice that added flavor to our otherwise ordinary days. I couldn't help but smile as I drove over to Roger's house, knowing that the weekend's adventures were just beginning.

We had meticulously planned our trip to the lake, aiming to depart at 6 pm to reach our destination by 9 pm. The three-day excursion promised to be an exciting time, filled with fishing and camaraderie. As we gathered our gear and packed up the car, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my special fishing lure, which I had been diligently working on in my workshop.

For me, fishing was not just a hobby; it was a passion. I took great pride in crafting my fishing lures and tackle combinations, believing that the right equipment could make all the difference in a successful catch. This particular lure I had been working on for the past week held a special significance to me - it was a labor of love; a custom creation tailored to attract the biggest fish and bring me joy on the water.

Knowing the impact of having the perfect lure, I couldn't fathom going on the trip without it. So, I informed my fellow fishing buddies that I needed to retrieve my prized lure before we embarked on our adventure. They chuckled good-naturally, understanding my dedication to the sport.

I jumped in my car at 5 PM and drove the seven minutes back to my house, parked behind all the woman's cars and walked to the side door, and quietly made my way down to the workshop, not wanting to disturb the girls or get yelled at for coming home early.

Trying to remain quiet I made my way over to the bench and noticed that I could hear the woman chatting. I remember laughing when I realized they were already drunk as they were giggling and having fun. They were sitting in the shade next to the Tiki Hut, which was at the side of my house. The workbench was just below the outside window and was close enough to hear their conversation.

Now, I am not an eavesdropper and couldn't give a crap about their conversion, but when I heard my wife talking about me in bed, my attention perked up. I don't know why, but I thought that I should record this part of the conversation and tease her with it when I got back, so I turned on the recording application on my iPhone. The next few minutes ruined my fishing trip and turned my world upside down.

Apparently, I just walked into the middle of a steamy gossip session. The ladies were certainly not holding back, and I couldn't help but chuckle at their candidness. It seemed like they were discussing the not-so-private details of their love lives, and things were getting spicy!

Laura, with her mischievous laugh, didn't shy away from dishing out the details about her relationship with her husband, me. I heard her tell the girls how great I was with my tongue and that I never failed to bring her off and satisfy her after all these years. I couldn't help but think, "You go, Laura! Brag about your stud hubby!"

She continued, "But it's true what they say: after years of marriage, things might not be as wild as they once were. But, hey, it happens to the best of us."

But then, out of nowhere, one of the girls dropped the million-dollar question: "Is that why you did it with Stan?" My ears perked up as I leaned in, curious to see how Laura would respond to that bombshell. The girls were in full detective mode, trying to piece together the puzzle of Laura's recent escapades.

If Laura's candidness was anything to go by, I had a feeling this conversation was about to take an interesting turn. I could feel the suspense, and a dash of intrigue hung in the air as the girls waited for Laura's response.

FUCK! My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Did I hear it right? Did Laura just say she did something with Stan, OUR Stan? Panic and disbelief washed over me like a tidal wave, and I leaned further in, desperate to catch every single word.

My mind raced, trying to process this shocking revelation. Stan, who I trusted and considered a friend, had been involved in something with my wife. It felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

Every word they uttered felt like a dagger to my heart. The giggles and laughter that once brought joy now sounded like a cruel symphony of betrayal. My hands trembled as I clutched the phone, my heart pounding in my chest, and tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

As I continued to eavesdrop on this gut-wrenching conversation, I felt like a helpless bystander in my own life. The shock and hurt were almost too much to bear, and I desperately wished I could rewind time and erase those words from existence.

At that moment, the truth hit me like a ton of bricks - the trust I had placed in both Laura and Stan had been shattered into a million pieces. I felt lost, betrayed, and utterly broken. The pain was unbearable, and I was lost and devastated all at once.

As I listened to the conversation unfolding, I realized that my life would never be the same again. The innocence and happiness that once filled our home would now be replaced with heartache and despair.

"No, Bob and I have a good sex life and he's always satisfied me in that way. I love him and would never intentionally have started anything with Stan. It kind of just happened."

"Come on Laura, you cheated on Bob. You can't be that satisfied with your marriage."

"No, you don't understand. My love for Bob is everything. He's not just my man, he's my home, my rest, my heart, and my safe place. And, yes, he satisfies me. I love him dearly. This stupid thing with Stan was just a big mistake!"

"But you said Stan was a great lover, so we assume you had sex with him? We don't get it. Tell us the whole story."

"Girls, anything I tell you has to stay here. The guys would kill Stan, and my husband would kick me to the curb if he found out I would never hurt him that way; he's such a sweet man, but he would never understand. Do you promise to keep this just between us girls?"

I didn't hear anything, but I assumed they all nodded their heads in agreement.

"OK, you can't repeat any of this, but after Susan dumped Stan last month, he was distraught. He was completely shocked. He was about to ask her to marry him!

That afternoon when I saw him at the restaurant, we sat together, and he opened up to me and told me the entire story. Girls, he cried. This big strong stud was crying, and my heart went out to him. I felt so bad for him, so I sat with him until he calmed down. He was so depressed and upset I felt almost a motherly need to take care of him."

"Yes, you're old enough to be his mother! Give us a break, Laura. You had a 'sexual' need to take care of him, not a motherly need."

"Well, as it turned out, you're right, but at the time sex had not crossed my mind. Anyway, he walked me to my car and thanked me for being a good friend and letting him unburden his feelings. I just smiled and gave him a friendly kiss. That's when the sparks started. Before I could move away from him, he pulled me close and gave me the sexiest kiss I can remember. It's been years since Bob kissed me like that, and that kiss turned my knees to Jell-O."

Hearing her say that caused me great pain and a heavy pounding in my chest. I shook, but I'm not sure if it was from anger or fear of what she would say next.

"After we broke the kiss, and without saying a word, he took my hand and led me to his truck, which was parked several rows over under a shaded tree. Don't ask me why I let him do this; it felt like I was spellbound.

Anyway, we sat in the back of his truck and made out like high school sweethearts for the next few minutes, and that's when he told me he always found me so sexy and fantasized about being with me. I have to admit that I was overwhelmed and flushed from his compliments, but I can't explain what I did next. When he placed my hand on his crotch, I felt his massive cock. Huge! I mean it was a raging hard-on, visible under his jeans!

I have to admit, I didn't think about Bob or our family at all then. As if in a trance, I unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants to reveal his cock and... Wow! It was big. Bob is a good size, and I have no complaints, but this was porn star big. I can't explain it, but I just felt this urge to taste it. I ended up giving him one of my best blowjobs for the next five minutes until he exploded in my mouth. He was so thankful and said he needed that after what he had been going through."

"Did you swallow or spit?" Mary asked as they all giggled.

"Oh, I swallowed every last drop, and he tasted great! I know what I said in the past about never swallowing Bob's cum, and how I hated it, but I can't explain why I needed to swallow Stan's cum, but I did, and I loved it."

Hearing that was like a hot slicing my heart in two. I can't express the level of pain those words made as they penetrated every cell in my body. I felt myself shiver and shake as a feeling of loss overcame me.

Roger's wife, Mary, spoke next, "Wow! That's hot! We never realized you had that in you."

"Me neither! I never thought about doing anything like that before, but it just kind of happened."

That's when Scott's wife, Emily, chimed in, "I think all of us girls dream of doing that, but it never happens. Good for you! I'm so jealous. Tell us what happened next."

I could tell from Laura's voice that she knew what she did was wrong, and was feeling a profound sense of regret for crossing the line she never should have crossed.

"Well, after I came to my senses and I realized what I had done, I suddenly felt overcome with guilt. I knew what I did was wrong and that Bob would never understand, so I had to make sure it never happened again. I told Stan this was a one-time thing, and we could never do anything like that again. Then I told him that Bob was his friend, and he would feel betrayed by both of us if he found out. Stan agreed. He said it was just a moment of passion and would remain our secret forever."

As I stood there, my heart torn between shock and pain, Laura's confession still echoing in my mind, Mary's words delivered the final blow to any glimmer of hope I had left. That shattered the last remnants of my illusions, leaving me feeling utterly lost and devastated.

"Well then, how did you end up in bed with Stan and turn your husband into a Cuckold?"

Hearing that question turned me into a broken man, humiliated and lost. I wanted to strangle both Stan and my cheating wife with my bare hands.

Laura hesitated her answer before she revealed how Stan had reached out to her, seeking solace in his time of despair. The momentary ecstasy had been overshadowed by the realization of the betrayal and the depth of the hurt she had caused. When she spoke, it sounded like her words were tinged with sadness as she revealed the intimate details she shared with Stan.

In a somber voice she spoke, "No, please don't think that! Bob's not a Cuck, he'd never allow that to happen. I just made another stupid mistake. I really fucked up and should have known better. Stan called me to ask me to lunch, but I said no and told him that we really shouldn't be seen together. He said he was depressed and needed someone to talk to, and he felt as if I was the only one that understood what he was going through. Stan told me he'd make us lunch if I came over to his house for just an hour.

That was when I made another colossal mistake by going to his house alone. We sat and talked as we ate the salads, along with another glass of wine. After an hour of small talk, he told me how moved he was by our last time together. He was standing next to me as he was about to take our dishes to the sink and kissed me again. This time it was one of those romantic, panty-dropping kisses, we girls dream about.

Long story short, we ended up in his bed for the entire afternoon. It wasn't romantic by any means, just raw sex. I knew it was wrong, but it just happened. And to be honest? It was the best sex I've had in years. Girls, I'd never felt anything so big and deep inside me before.

It had been a while since he had sex, and he was a wild man. The first time Stan came inside me, his cum overflowed my pussy. I mean, he must have shot a gallon inside me, and I came so hard and screamed so loud, I was sure the neighbors heard us.

It was an amazing few hours of hot sex, but we both knew it wasn't going to happen again. After I showered and dressed, I did tell him that this would never happen again and not to call me. I told him he was a wonderful man and needed to find a woman his own age to love, and that as much as I loved his cock, I wouldn't jeopardize my marriage. We both agreed, and that was the last time."

"So, you've never been with him again? Only those two times?"

As anger coursed through my veins, I clenched my fists tightly, trying to hold back the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. The revelation of Laura's one-time encounter with Stan felt like a stab to the heart, and the raw pain intensified with every word she uttered. Now knowing that she allowed another man to cum inside her was another blow to my male ego and self-worth. My world was imploding and my life as I knew it was over.

The term "Cuck" echoed in my mind, a hurtful label that I never thought would be associated with my marriage. The rage surged, but I also felt a desperate desire to salvage what was left of our relationship. I didn't want to lose her, but I couldn't bear the weight of the betrayal either.

My mind raced, grappling with conflicting emotions. The hurt and anger mixed with a sense of powerlessness, leaving me feeling lost and vulnerable. How could she do this? How could she betray our trust in such a way?

Just as I was searching for a glimmer of hope, Laura's next comment hit me like a ton of bricks. It was as if she had poured salt into an already open wound. Her words tore at my heart, intensifying my anger and disbelief.

"I know it was wrong, but, like I said, it just happened." At that moment, the anger reached its peak. How could she dare to brush off her actions as if they were some uncontrollable impulses? The anger surged anew as I heard my wife trivializing her infidelities. I felt a sense of indignation, a feeling of betrayal that went beyond the physical act. She had willingly put our marriage at risk for a moment of pleasure!

The room seemed to close in on me as the anger swelled, and I struggled to find a way to process it all. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt a crushing weight on my chest. At that moment, I realized that I couldn't make sense of it all right away. Then hearing her speak again I listened closely for any hope for our future together.

As she spoke, her voice quivered with emotion. Laura acknowledged that despite the guilt she carried, she couldn't help but reminisce about the intense passion she shared with Stan. She described how those memories had become a secret sanctuary she sought when making love to me.