NOTES TO THE READER:
1. WARING: If you do not enjoy cuckolding or revenge stories do not waste your time reading this story or submitting feedback to the author.
2. This is a work of complete fiction. It's not a biographical event
3. This is the 3rd story in what I originally thought would be a trilogy exploring the same situation; i.e., a man deeply in love with his wife, without any warning, discovers he has become a cuckolded. In each story the wife loves her husband, does not want him to embarrass him, nor does she want to leave him. In my first story for Literotica, the husband tried to accommodate her needs. The reviewers were not impressed. The second was about a man who demanded retribution, but did not seek a violent solution. The reviewers were a bit kinder to this offering. Which leads us to this story, the 3rd one.
4. This story will not provide a deep insight into why the wife would make a cuckold of him. But you will learn as much as the husband does and in the same manner.
5. I hope you enjoy it.
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Sitting on my back porch listening to the waves rolling onto the beach and watching the orange sun getting dangerously close to the ocean, I smile a contented smile. "Contented," I thought to myself, "does not mean happy." The noise of my wife finishing up in the kitchen interrupts my thoughts. A moment later she glides through the door and sits down beside me. I give her what I hope is romantic smile and hand her a glass of white wine. "Another beautiful way to end the day," I say, smiling at her and then turning back towards the coming sunset.
"Yes," she purrs, "it is beautiful and so relaxing." As she leans into me and I wrap my right arm around her pulling her even closer. Absent mindedly, I lean over and kiss her softly on the top of her head. Then I whisper "Let's just take a few moments of quiet to savor this living art." Turning back towards the sunset I feel her nod in agreement.
As soon as the reddening orb catches my eye, I am jumped upon by memories. Memories that unmercifully return me to...
36 Years Ago
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I am attending my grandparents 50th Anniversary. They were married one month after being introduced and if 50-years of togetherness provide any evidence, they had made the right choice. This memory stays with me because at some point I was alone with my grandfather and I asked him how he knew that grandma was the one he should marry. Most men would have provided a 13-year old boy with a simple but humorous reply. But on that day, my grandfather answered the real question, the one I hadn't asked. In a deep voice lacking any condescension, he spoke, "Jake, don't worry boy. Your time will come soon enough as it does for all good men. When you are ready you will find her and when you do, there will be no doubt. You know that you and she are meant to be together. Just as knew when I met your grandmother."
15 Years Ago
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It was now apparent that my OB-GYN practice was going to grow very large and profitable. My two partners and I had started our practice 3-years earlier with the intention of providing our services in fast growing but underserved community. Now in its third year, the practice was generating income greater than our needs and its growth showed no sign of slowing.
On a typical weekday, I saw patients from 8:00 a.m. through 11:30 a.m. Lunch was usually combined with a business or sales meeting. Following lunch, I would spend the rest of my day with patients and paper work. Since this was just another workday, my receptionist had scheduled a lunch meeting with the new GSK sales rep. I remember heading towards the reception area that day and wondering if this would be a wasted hour of my life. I stopped wondering when I stepped into the reception area and was introduced to Samantha. She extended her hand and as mine came in contact with hers, as I looked into her bright blue eyes, my whole body seemed to come alive, almost electric. At that moment, I understood completely what my grandfather had tried to tell me so many years earlier. At that moment, I knew that I would marry this woman and that we would happily spend our lives together.
Apparently Samantha must have felt the same way, because 6-months later, we flew to Las Vegas and with friends and family looking on, exchanged our wedding vows in Wynn's chapel. The honeymoon that followed was how I always imagined one should be. It was filled with Tahitian islands, warm crystal water, love, smiles and hot sticky sex. Lots of hot sticky sex!
Neither Samantha nor I came to our wedding bed a virgin. During my college and residency years I had more partners than you could count with your fingers and toes. By their varied actions and reactions I was always lead to believe that I gave pleasure in at least the same measure as I received it. Samantha however was a new experience for me. She seemed to instinctively know how to rock my world and what she didn't know she was more than willing to learn. As for me, I know memory is a tricky thing, but I swear as much as I enjoyed all the orgasms she gave me, I enjoyed every one I gave her even more.
I would like to say that the love, smiles and hot sticky sex never stopped. But the truth is, though the practice was on solid ground after 4-years, maintaining its growth consumed a great deal of time. So it wasn't a surprise that after returning from our honeymoon, we were soon lucky to find one night a month were we could go out without having to worry about getting paged or having to be up early the next day. This is not to say that there wasn't a lot of hot sticky sex, because there was. It just never seemed to be as much as we both craved.
Yet, even though we never had enough time with each other, the next 5-years with Samantha were the happiest of my life. Every morning looking at her asleep or awake, made for a happier day. Her smiles seemed to caress me with soft warmth. Every time she kissed me, I had the urge to make love to her. I still get an erection when I think of those days; especially those days when Samantha would unexpectedly pop into the office just to suck my cock. Thinking back now, there was one day that sticks out. Samantha had made a mid-afternoon appointment under the name Cindy Dennis. Unsuspectingly, I walked into the examination room and found her lying on the exam table, naked, legs wide and with her feet in the stirrups. As I closed the door, I could hear the nurses starting to giggle.
Pointing at her pussy, which was slowly dripping big dollops of her creamy nectar onto the paper sheeting, she said "Doctor, I feel funny down there?" After a heart beat or two of shock, I decided to see where this was going, "Well," looking at the fake patient folder, "Ms. Dennis, exactly what does feeling funny mean?" Smiling she started moving a long finger up and down her slit. "Doctor, my vagina is wet all the time; it is so wet my panties are always sticking to me. Can you help me?"
I replied in my most professional voice, "I am sure we can help, but first let's get you checked out." With that I reached for the blood pressure cuff, but before I can start wrapping it around her arm she grabs my lab coat's lapels and pulls my mouth to hers. Then she whispers into my ear, "Doc, you have other patients waiting, so if you want to heal me, make me cum now."
Breaking her embrace, I kiss each breast and told her that, "I am just conducting a routine breast exam, everything tastes... uhmmm... feels right." Then after moving down between the stirrups I make a big show of unzipping my pants and pulling out my throbbing hard cock. I even rub it up and down her slit, taking too brief a moment to grind it against her clit. She begins to moans softly and when she does I surprise her by quickly dropping to my knees and bringing my lips to hers. I spent the next 4-5 minutes using everything I had ever learned about the female anatomy, women and Samantha. It must have worked because not only did she come quickly, but her body shook so hard I cut the inside of my lip on my own teeth. When she finally caught her breath, she asked why I had chosen to go down on her instead of fucking her. I told her the truth, "Because I love you." Although the hardness of my cock was almost painful, her smile was all the reward I needed. As she started getting dressed, she made me promise that next time I would fuck her. It was a very easy promise to make and an even easier one to keep. My memory of this unexpected tryst ends as I leave the examination room to a rowdy ovation by my partners and the entire nursing staff. Embarrassing as hell? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely!
