Robbie searched the house looking for his young wife but she was nowhere to be found. He noticed that she had tidied up the incriminating photos from the bed but he was unable to find where she had hidden them.
About an hour later he heard a car stopping at their gate and he rushed to the window in time to see Lisa waving goodbye to Maurice as his BMW roared away down the street. He was standing fuming in the hallway by the time she opened the front door.
"Where have you been, out shagging Maurice again, did you let him take more dirty photos, did you suck his cock for him?"
Lisa had already concocted a story which she was sure would satisfy Robbie's need to trust her again.
"Oh stop it, stop it, Robbie, I told you I was sorry, please don't keep punishing me. I've just had a meeting with Maurice, I told him you had found the photos and that you had gone to the Showroom to speak with his boss. God, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I told him that we must stop seeing each other that I loved you and I was not prepared to hurt you further. He accepted that and asked me to apologise to you for everything. I think he feels that he might lose his job over this. So there, it's over, now do you forgive me?"
Robbie was slightly taken aback at what she had just said, he had assumed she had been out having sex with Maurice.
"I, I, er, I, I don't know what to say."
Lisa stepped forward and put her arms around Robbie cuddling close and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"I love you darling and I am very sorry if I have hurt you."
The strain was too much, Robbie couldn't help himself, he just burst out crying uncontrollably and allowed Lisa to guide him to a nearby chair. She sat on his knee and taking his head in her hands she began kissing his forehead and cheeks and comforted him as well as she could.
After a few minutes Robbie quietened down and began to return Lisa's kisses telling her that of course he forgave her and that he loved and adored her as he always had.
Lisa felt a great relief knowing that her husband had believed her explanation. She would have to be very careful in future and coax her husband into wanting her to take another lover. She just knew that the man who Maurice had introduced to her that afternoon, Alan, wanted to get to know her better.
That night in bed Lisa was very, very good to Robbie, giving him the best sexual pleasure he had had in a long time. She even helped him to have full intercourse with her and kept him on the edge for at least half an hour before he finally had an intense orgasm, at which point he spluttered, "I love you my darling, I will always love you and adore you."
The next few days passed uneventfully apart from the fact that Robbie continued to be spoilt by his repentant wife.
Robbie never told Lisa that he knew that it was her that had been chasing after Maurice. He didn't want to humiliate her.
He was determined to show Lisa that he could be a good husband and lover but during their love play his mind kept returning to the fact that Lisa now needed more than he could provide. Surprisingly he was still excited at the thought of another man giving Lisa the sort of fucking that she deserved. Perhaps he should encourage Lisa to try again with someone else. But this time she must tell him everything which would be so exciting.
Oh how he would love to help her prepare for a date, help pick out her sexiest underwear, watch her applying her make-up and finally as she is leaving the house to be with her lover he would beg her to enjoy herself. He would kneel at her feet and adore her, she knew he would do anything to make her happy.
Without realising it, Robbie was becoming a classic willing cuckold and he was now well on the way to being completely dominated by his lovely wife. She already realised that she was now the dominant partner in their marriage and she liked having this power very much indeed.
On Friday morning Lisa got the phone call from Alan that she had always expected.
"Hi Lisa this is Alan, remember we met last week with Maurice."
"Oh hello Alan, of course I remember."
"Would you like to meet me for coffee this morning?"
"Well, that would be nice Alan, why don't you come here to my house, say about 11 o'clock?"
"That sounds great, I really am looking forward to seeing you again and I am honoured that you have invited me to your house. See you in about half an hour then, bye."
In her most seductive voice Lisa replied, "Bye, Alan, don't be late."
Half an hour later, Alan was standing in the hallway of Lisa's home holding her hand as he gazed knowingly into her sexy eyes.
"Lisa, you are very beautiful, would you mind terribly if I kissed you?"
Giggling, Lisa said, "Of course not, that's why you came here, or am I wrong?"
Needing no further encouragement Alan took Lisa in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She was soon aware that he was very aroused as she felt his hardness press against her soft yielding tummy. This was the first time she had ever been kissed by a black man and she felt giddy as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Breaking free from his grasp and breathing heavily, she took him by the hand and without saying a word, she lead him to her bedroom.
Then without warning she suddenly stopped and said, "No, this is not right, we shouldn't be doing this, we're supposed to be having coffee."
Alan was astonished, he felt bewildered, as he was promptly redirected to the kitchen.
While Lisa began to make the coffee, Alan asked her why she had changed her mind.
