I've read several stories on Literotica about cheating wives and their secretive, adulterous wiles and schemes. It seems they all just happen to find that wonderful guy with the biggest piece of meat they've ever seen. It's just so marvelously huge they just can hardly imagine trying to fit it into their tiny mouths. They don't believe they could ever fit it into their tiny holes but they are so anxious to give it their best efforts. And, of course, the poor unsuspecting cuckold of a husband has this tiny equipment that has never satisfied them in all the years they've been married. These women rationalize that they deserve that big long salami for all those many years of having to pretend they were totally alright with their husband's miniature hot dog. And, besides, their husbands must not love them anymore because they aren't wanting or able to have bedtime pleasures as often as they did when they were in their twenties and just married, the uncaring, worthless bastards. That just proves beyond all shadow of a doubt that this loyal, faithful, loving wife should be justified in finding a hot young lover to satisfy her sexual longings which she has suppressed for all these many years.. This is one of those stories...the loyal, faithful, loving wife making the decision to take herself a young hot stud to satisfy her sexual needs while her loving, caring, faithful cuckold husband satisfies her financial and emotional needs. The best of both worlds. However, this story may end a little differently than what she had pictured in her many dreams and fantasies. This arrogant, self-centered, selfish bitch gets exactly what she deserves for being an arrogant, self-centered, selfish bitch.
Our story starts out pretty much the same as many others. I'm not going to bore you with all the details of how we met and were so much in love for all these many years of wedded bliss. At this point, none of that really matters.
I'm Glen, forty-eight years old, in good shape for an old man, well-established in my occupation as an accountant. I know, accountants are known for being boring. I have to admit, I'm not the most adventurous of humans. I don't go mountain climbing, hunting sharks, or jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, but I also don't go out drinking with the boys every night picking up hot chicks or golf all weekend long leaving my loving wife home by herself. Overall, I'm a good solid husband who has been faithful to my sweet wife for almost twenty-five years.
My wife is Amy. She's forty-seven, in great shape from working out twice a week. Whereas, I look my age, Amy looks to be in her thirties and could even be mistaken to be in her late twenties. We went into a restaurant one time and the waitress asked us what I and my daughter would like to drink. We didn't correct her and decided to have some fun with the whole thing. So all throughout the meal my wife and I would passionately kiss each other and run our hands up and down each other's thighs. I even reached over and cupped one of my wife's breasts while I was kissing her. The server's eyes were huge all night long as she kept watching us and whispering with all the other server's and pointing at us. The server nearly threw our bill at us and said, "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen." We left her a nice big tip and as we walked out of the restaurant we just smiled at her and Amy showed her the big wedding ring on her finger. It certainly wasn't our fault she jumped to the wrong conclusions.
As I think back, it's been a long time since we've had fun like that. In fact, it's been a long time since we've had any kind of fun, period. We're like any couple, the sex starts off boiling hot and lots of it, two or three times a day. Then it eventually drops to once a day, then three times a week, then once a week, finally leveling off about two or three times a month. And those two or three times are exactly like all of the other times, boring, unimaginative, and basically unfulfilling.
Amy had worked for the same company for nearly twenty years. She'd had several bosses over the years since it's a big multi-national company with over a hundred employees in her office alone. I had met most of her bosses over the years at different company functions and they seemed to be nice people, mostly older due to seniority and the practice of promoting from within the company. The last company function we attended was the retirement party for her latest boss, who was a nice sixty-five year old gentleman who had been like a father to Amy. She bawled like a baby when she told him goodbye. All the way home I could see how upset she was, so I tried to make some small talk by asking her if she knew who her new boss was going to be since she hadn't introduced me to anyone at the party as being her new boss.
She lit into me, telling me to stop third degreeing her. Did I have to be so insensitive at a time like this when she had just lost her work father? You would have thought George had died, not just retired. I could tell there was something bothering her more than just George going off to greener pastures. I just let it drop and we rode the rest of the way in silence, me being afraid to have my head chopped off at the shoulders again.
So for the next couple of weeks, Amy came home each night seemingly more angry than the night before. Finally, I got tired of dealing with her foul moods and asked her what the hell was wrong. She broke down crying and told me her new boss was an ass. He was young, brash, dumb as a box of rocks and the CEO's nephew. That was the only reason he was even there. She wasn't sure she could continue to work there any longer. She was really upset most of all because she thought her boss would be another older person who would take her under their wing and treat her like a daughter like all her other bosses. She didn't want her boss to be some young punk who thought he could boss her around like she was his damn slave. I told her I would support her any way I could and that she should try to hold out a little longer. If he was the nephew of one of the company owners, he would most likely be in line to get the next promotion available and would be moving on soon. She agreed that would be a good plan of action as long as I was there each night to sooth and comfort her. An agreement was reached.
As the next couple of months passed by her attitude toward her job and her boss, Troy, seemed to change and get better. She seemed to be liking Troy much better than when she first met him. In fact, now every night it was Troy this, and Troy that, and Troy's so smart and funny and blah, blah, fucking blah. I was getting so tired of listening to how wonderful Troy was that I was beginning to need some soothing and comfort from Amy.
It went on like this for another couple of months with the praises for Troy becoming more enthusiastic and nauseating. I should have realized at that time that her praises for Troy were greater than any praises she had ever had for me. I don't ever remember her ever telling anyone how smart or funny I was. I guess I was just her old boring, loving faithful husband who would always be there for her whenever she needed me.
It really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when one Friday night she came home from work and immediately went to our bathroom and showered and began getting dressed up in some of her sexiest clothes. Friday was our usual date night. We usually went out to a nice restaurant and then to a movie. But she was not dressing like a night at the movies. So I thought I better ask her what she was dressing up for.
"Troy and I are going out on a date tonight. I don't know what time I might be home, but don't wait up for me."
"Wait, you and Troy are going out on a date? This is our date night." I argued, rather than saying there was no way she was going anywhere tonight or any other time with Troy. It didn't even dawn on me to say she couldn't go out with Troy. All I could do was whine about it was supposed to be our date night.
"Are you losing your hearing, too?" She raised her voice louder, and repeated, "Yes, Troy and I are going out on a date tonight. I don't know what time I might be home, but don't wait up for me!! Can you hear me now?!?"
"What makes you think I'm going to allow you to go out on a date with this Troy character tonight or any other time? You're my wife and the only one you go on dates with is me. Can you hear ME now!?!"
"That's right, you're my husband, but I'm not your property. You can't tell me what to do or who I can see and go on dates with so tonight I am going out on a date with Troy. Can you hear ME now!?!"
"If you think I'm just going to stand here and let you go on a date with your boss, who is young enough to be your son, then you're insane. I'm not going to allow you to make me your cuckold."
"I don't know what that is, but it sounds dirty. Besides, what are you going to do to stop me? Tie me up? Beat me up? Kill me?"
At that very moment, that last idea seemed to have some merit. I could feel the hatred and bile rising in my throat and I just wanted to slap her silly, tie her up, and kill her. How could she disrespect me and our marriage vows so blatantly? What kind of hold did this Troy jackass have over her?
"Okay, so what does Troy have that I don't have that is so appealing to you? Lots of money? Lots of power? A big piece of meat to slip into your filthy slut mouth? Or maybe you want that big piece of meat in your tight little cunt fucking you silly? How about if he shoves it up your shit filled ass? Make sure you hang around long enough to experience that particular pleasure."
"You don't have to get crude and vulgar about it. See, that's one of the differences between you and Troy. He is always a perfect gentleman and never uses foul language like that. You use that kind of language all the time. And if you really must know, he has a large, thick ten inch cock. You ought to see the huge bulge in his pants. But you know size has never mattered to me. I've always been satisfied with your seven inches. But I think that Troy's ten inches makes your seven inches seem kind of puny and insignificant and unsatisfying. Doesn't it?"
"The only time I ever used language like that was when we were in bed having sex because you told me you loved it when I talked dirty to you. I have always been a gentleman and shown you the respect you USED to deserve."
"Well, you just need to learn to deal with this because I'm going no matter what you want or say. We'll just see how the night goes and if it goes like I expect it to, I won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. I'll text you to let you know how the night is progressing and that I'm safe and being well cared for."
