This is a story about a submissive husband, humiliated and cuckolded by his wife who he adores, and who appears to have feelings for him. If you don't like wimp cuckold stories, then you're not going to like this one.
Thanks to kjplotts for editing and providing such kind feedback. All credit to you. The mistakes left are mine.
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Neema hummed to herself as she stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her long, dark hair, down her svelte body, round the curve of her arse and onto the floor.
After a hard day's work, she was looking forward to an evening out with Stewart, her boss. She'd been seeing him for nearly six months now. It had started as a quick flirtation - something that wouldn't hurt her career. But it had developed - first as a fuck that would almost certainly help her career, and now to a fully-fledged relationship where the two of them really felt for each other. There was 'something' there. They both loved their time together - working, eating out, wine, conversation, occasional nights out on expenses in London hotels and the sex. God the sex! She smiled as she thought of his long, hard cock, that he loved thrusting into any one of her willing orifices - his cock that she loved taking into any one of her holes! The damn thing was always hard! Yup! She was going to have some fun tonight.
She wrapped her hair into a towel, dried off her body, and stepped nude into their bedroom. Her husband Mike was sitting on the bed, doing nothing, but looking glum. The sounds of the children's TV drifted up the stairs from the family room down below.
"I wish you didn't have to go, Naz," he whined plaintively, using the popular term of endearment her Indian family used as her nickname. "You know how much I hate it when you see him."
He stared at her while she opened her wardrobe and pulled out her clothes. Even now, after 8 years of marriage, he couldn't get enough of her naked body. The soft, velvety, copper-coloured skin. The smooth swell of her large, squishable breasts. The curve of her belly leading down to her completely shaven pussy. She had only started shaving it completely bald in the past few months. She'd always kept it neatly trimmed since he'd first met her, but only recently the bald look. He loved it. The accent of her dark pussy lips bringing home even more deeply the essence of her woman hood.
She pulled the towel off her head, and her long, jet black hair cascaded down to just above her arse. This was the signature element to her looks. Everything about her was well put together, but the long black hair - shiny, soft and clean smelling - that was one of her major pulls. To be fair, Stewart loved the hair too - but Mike wasn't to know that. In fact, most white guys liked her hair - it was, quite simply, amazing.
She loved it too. Loved to look at it in the mirror, to comb it and care for it, evidence as it was of her femininity and attractiveness to men.
She pulled her clothes out the wardrobe as she talked, still naked. Noticing and loving the fact that Mike couldn't keep his eyes off her. He'd been smitten since they first met years ago and was as firmly wrapped around her finger now as he ever had been.
"Don't be silly," she said. "It's been in the diary for ages. You've known we were going for the sportsman's' dinner tonight for nearly two months now. It's a standard, periodic engagement. Every two months. We have to go. It's work. I've told you all that."
Her pussy tingled as she noticed him watching, staring at her naked body. She swung her head round, fluffing her hair to deliberately tease and provoke him, pretending she had no idea of the effect on him.
"But
he's
going to be there," objected Mike. "And you know I
hate
it when you spend time with
him
!"
"
He
is my boss," she replied, "And
you
know I have to go to work with him. We've discussed that too," she said calmly.
She continued to watch him out the corner of her eye as she got ready to go and meet her lover while they talked. God, the rush! She loved it!
They both new she was fucking Stewart. They'd discussed it a while ago. She'd told Mike she was after he'd challenged her on it. She'd faced up to it, accepted that she'd done it in a drunken moment 'for the good of her career', but then loved it and so had started doing it again. She told him - point blank - she loved it, loved Stewart, and wasn't going to stop. She was happy to stay with Mike and the family, but no way was she giving that up. Mike hadn't taken it well, but what was he going to do about it? She was the bread winner, and the kids, who he adored, would be devastated if they broke up.
Mike was a lousy lay - week, missionary position once a month if they were lucky. He just didn't have the drive and the cock for it, so what was a girl to do? He'd unofficially come to accept that she was shagging Stewart, and now they no longer expressly acknowledged the fucking - but they both knew that the other knew it was going on.
She dressed as they talked. Her taxi would be here soon. She didn't have forever to titillate her poor husband.
Black seamed tights (Stewart's favourite!) stockings and suspenders (Stewart always insisted she have and keep these on while they were fucking) all topped off with shiny, black, 5 inch high fuck me heels.
Finally, a short, blue dress that showed off her nice long legs. Quite risqué, low cut to show off her cleavage (Stewart
loved
her tits!).
Done, she dropped the dress over her head, it sheathed down her lovely body and rested against all her curves. 'Swish'. She loved this dress. She
knew
Stewart was gonna love it too!
"You're not even wearing any pants! Nor a bra!" called Mike, rising to his feet in shock and indignation. "You can't go out like that - without any underwear on! What will everyone think!"
"
Everyone
," she replied, "is not going to know. And you
