*THIS STORY INVOLVES FEMALE INFIDELITY AND CUCKOLDING. AS ALWAYS, IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE SUBJECT MATTER, PLEASE MOVE ALONG TO THE ROMANCE CATEGORY*
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Ron Cuckridge looked out into the garden, where his wife Stef was entertaining her 2 friends from work. Their Sunday afternoon girlie get together had become a regular thing. Ron couldn't fail to notice how Stef had begun to change since she had befriended the 2 younger girls. At first, the changes had been subtle. But over the last 6 weeks, her personality seemed to be undergoing a more obvious transition. Ron couldn't say he disapproved. She had become almost obsessive about her appearance. She worked out, ate healthier and dressed more sexily than she had ever done.
8 months ago, Ron had assumed they would be growing into middle age gracefully. He was 46 and she was a decade younger at 36. Their 15 year old daughter Stacy was doing well in high school, and their life together was comfortable, if a little unexciting. Then, Stef had decided to go back to work. She found a job working for a company in event management. Apparently, they organized all kinds of events, indoors and out. Ron didn't know that much about it. From Stef's descriptions, it all sounded somewhat chaotic. Then, she'd befriended Trish and Liz. Ron was a little surprised, as both girls were in their early twenties.
He was even more surprised when he met them. They looked like a couple of sorority girls on the prowl. Short skirts, plenty of cleavage and sassy talk. They didn't exactly seem the type to befriend a 36 year old mother. And they definitely didn't seem the type of people that Stef would have as friends. Trish, especially, was loud and often vulgar. All her talk seemed to revolve around men and sex. And her language was often crude. The only other subject she seemed interested in was fashion. Liz wasn't much better, but Trish was clearly the leader of the two.
Ron was baffled by Stef's relationship with the girls. They didn't appear to have anything in common. He soon learned that Trish and Liz were both promiscuous. Actually, Ron thought they were a pair of sluts. He couldn't deny they were sexy, but they were the kind of girls that Stef would normally avoid, or even trash. When Ron questioned her about it, she would say,
"They're not that bad when you get to know them. They're just young and want to have some fun."
6 weeks into their friendship, Ron noticed the first changes in Stef's behavior. Trish had persuaded her to go on one of their night's out. Stef had never really been into nightclubs, as far as Ron knew. In their 16 year marriage, she had always been content with her role as mother and housewife. He was more than a little surprised when she came home drunk and horny. Not only did they have sex, but it was initiated by Stef. Something that rarely happened.
When Stef had started work, she was about 15-20 pounds overweight. It was weight she'd been unable to shed after her pregnancy. Trish somehow got her to join her gym. That had surprised Ron more than the nightclubs. Stef had always had an aversion to exercise. But after a few sessions there, she seemed to be totally hooked. It was like a lifestyle change. She started eating healthier and even doing Yoga at home.
It was only 3 months ago that she reached her ideal weight. Ron was amazed at how good she looked. At 36, she looked better than she had at 19. Her huge breasts had gone down a cup size, but they were still firm DD's. It was around this time that Stef started becoming a little obsessive about her appearance. She started wearing more make up and her wardrobe began to noticeably change.
6 weeks ago, they had gone out on their 16th wedding anniversary. Ron stared in awe when Stef came downstairs in an off the shoulder blue dress. It reached mid thigh with a slit at the front and back. There was a mass of cleavage drawing the eye to her epic jugs. With her long blonde hair, she looked like a porn star. Ron had a feeling of superiority when he noticed how many men were looking at his wife. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before. He liked being envied. It was an ego boost. But it was an even bigger ego boost to Stef.
Since then, Stef's clothes had become even more revealing. Her skirts kept getting shorter, and her tops all accentuated her big breasts. She wore high heels nearly all the time. Even her walk was different now. Her hips would sway as she put one foot in front of the other. Ron wondered if she'd been taking lessons from Trish. Stef was now one of them, in appearance anyway. And she seemed to be falling deeper under Trish's influence.
Stef's libido had also been steadily rising. Initially, Ron had found it a pleasant change from the once a week routine. But as the pounds of fat fell away, her body became firmer and more voluptuous. She even shaved her pussy and became more assertive in the bedroom. Ron was highly aroused by her new physique, but his excitement led to premature ejaculation. He was struggling to last 5 minutes. Stef's naked body was simply awesome.
Ron looked back out at the garden and saw the 3 women walking towards the house. He quickly headed upstairs. In the past, he'd heard bits and pieces of their conversation. Some of the things Trish said shocked him. Any man that didn't measure up to her stud checklist was brutally ridiculed. What Ron didn't know was that he was one of those men. He was more than a little curious to hear some of their conversation.
As the girls went into the kitchen, Ron descended a few steps and sat down. He immediately heard Trish saying,
"Oh, he definitely likes busty blondes. He can't seem to take his eyes off your double D's."
Stef giggled and replied,
"Well, I take it as a compliment when a 25 year old hunk shows interest in me. I am a 36 year old mother, after all."
Liz laughed and then said,
"A 36 year old sexy milf, you mean. Seriously, Stef, you don't know how fucking hot you are. I'm not surprised Ryan wants to get in your panties. Every woman at the office is jealous of your incredible tits. And every man wants to get his hands on them."
"I thought my tits were perfect, but porn stars would be jealous of your rack," Quipped Trish.
As they headed back to the garden, Ron quietly went back upstairs. Who was this Ryan guy? Stef referred to him as a hunk. That was a word he'd never heard her use. Ron wondered what kind of advice she was getting from Trish and Liz. Their views on morality seemed completely alien where men were concerned. He'd once heard Trish say,
"Men have been treating women like doormats for thousands of years. So what, if we can give them a taste of their own medicine."
Ron could see what a dangerous influence Trish could be. He was grateful for the physical changes she'd encouraged in Stef. But he hoped Stef wasn't assimilating Trish's attitude towards men. It was obvious that Liz wanted to be just like Trish. He hoped Stef didn't share her desire. Either way, he needed more information on this situation. Finding out about this Ryan guy would be a start.
On Tuesday, Ron was able to leave work early. He drove across the city to where Stef worked. He parked opposite her office and waited. At 5.30pm, people started filtering out of the building. Eventually, Stef, Trish and Liz came out, flanked by 2 men. Ron instinctively knew which one was Ryan. He was talking to Stef in a friendly manner. They huddled close together and were engaged in an intimate conversation. Stef was smiling up at him as she twirled a lock of her hair.
Ron looked at the other 3 and was shocked when he saw Trish suddenly grab the guy's crotch and squeeze it. She said something to Liz, and then Liz grabbed a handful of his junk too. After that, they all walked to the parking lot together. Ron started the car and drove away. His mind wasn't put at ease by what he'd seen. This Ryan guy was a big and handsome man in his prime, and he wanted to fuck Stef. That much was obvious.
Ron gave the situation a lot of thought over the next few days. He kept seeing that scene outside her workplace. Stef wearing her tight blouse and short skirt, giggling like a schoolgirl as she looked up at Ryan. Ron needed to keep tabs on what was going on, so he could act if things went too far. He wasn't sure how he could best accomplish this. Hire a private investigator? That seemed a little dramatic considering nothing had happened, as far as he knew.
Then, he realized the perfect way to keep track of Stef. Her Sunday afternoon girlie get together. He just needed to purchase some spying equipment. He did some research before he went to an electrical shop and bought 3 voice activated micro recorders. He'd already decided to go for quality, so he forked out nearly $700. He drove home and examined the recorders in his office upstairs. Each recorder was tiny, with headhones and a usb lead to upload to a computer.
Ron went downstairs to find the best place to hide the recorders. The most obvious place was the garden. The table where the girls always sat. He crouched down and examined the underside. He taped the recorder centrally, in the groove of the pillar. It was a heavy table and unlikely to tip over. He checked the recorder's stability one final time, before deciding it was secure. The chances of its discovery were slim, at best.
The second recorder could go in the kitchen. It was the only other place they spent time in. Ron looked around, trying to find a good spot. He decided to go high, on top of a cupboard. It would be just out of Stef's reach, unless she stood on a chair, but he couldn't see any reason why she would look up there. He decided to hold onto the third recorder. There was nowhere else he could put it. He briefly considered hiding it in Stef's car. But that seemed a little too risky.
Ron couldn't wait to hear Sunday's recording. It was Saturday today, and Stef was going out tonight with Trish and Liz. He went back upstairs to his office and tested the other recorder. He walked around the room and even just outside it, talking to himself. He played back the recording and was satisfied with the sound and clarity.
