Warning: this is a story about a wife who cheats, and a cuckolded husband. If either thought or theme upsets you or doesn't float your boat, then please read no further. That way dear reader, we will all be spared from hate filled comments!!
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It seemed like an innocent suggestion on my behalf. I had asked my wife Sarah if she would like to have dancing lessons. She knew I hated Latin style ballroom dancing and yet I knew she desperately wanted to do it. At the age of 41 we were both now free of our children (both off at university) and so had plenty of time on our hands. The only trouble was I hated the style of dancing that my wife seemed to crave. It didn't help that several of our friends all went as couples and the wives constantly nagged Sarah to join them.
Anyway, there came the fateful day, when after bemoaning the fact that even if she started dancing now, she would be so far behind our friends that it would be embarrassing, that I suggested she got a tutor to catch up. "Do you really think so, I mean you wouldn't mind me starting to go to dance classes without you?" Sarah asked me.
"No, of course not" I had replied, "I know you are desperate to dance and a tutor to get you started would be a good idea."
If I had known then what the tutor would get her started on, I might have changed my mind. But hindsight is a wonderful thing! Anyway, I had to admit to myself, that the thought of my long-legged brunette wife in the arms of another man, albeit only dancing, had been a recurring fantasy for me for some years. And so it was easy for me to push her into saying yes. Now I knew that she was going to say yes, I felt my cock stir as visions of my attractive wife dressed in skimpy Latin dance clothes moving in intimate contact with another man, filled my head.
I should say that my wife has always stayed in great shape. After the birth of our two children, she had set to work to reclaim her looks with a vengeance and it had paid off. Years of running and exercise classes had produced a slim athletic body and with long legs, a toned bum and medium sized breasts, I certainly counted myself lucky. Our male friends often told me so and I could see them lusting after Sarah on the occasions that we had been out to formal dinners where she had worn an evening dress and heels.
Anyway, the dance tutor. I spent a full week looking online for someone who would fit my requirements. Yes, you heard me right, my requirements. If my wife was going to spend time dancing with another man, he had to fit my vision of what was required. And that was an athletic swarthy man of rugged good looks. My initial impression of Carlo when I saw his advert was negative. Although he appeared to fit the bill in terms of qualifications and experience something didn't quite appeal to me. Eventually I called him, and I was greeted by a strong Italian accent. Hmm, I thought that's a start, Sarah has always found Italian men sexy and especially their accents. After establishing that he had the relevant experience and could coach anywhere to suit my wife, I agreed to meet him.
Although the bar was crowded, I had no problem in spotting Carlo. He was standing at the bar and as I approached, he seemed to exude an aura of strength and presence. When he turned and looked at me, he smiled and said, "you must be David?" Never mind my wife finding Italian accents sexy, I had to admit that I also found his heavy accent enticing. Carlo was about six feet tall and obviously very fit. He was handsome and had piercing blue eyes.
Whilst still taking in his good looks, I found myself saying "yes, I am, pleased to meet you, Carlo."
Over the next hour we covered what my wife wanted to learn and why she wanted a tutor. Carlo asked why she hadn't come with me, and I explained that she was somewhat shy. Carlo suggested that he should meet her at some point before the first lesson and so I arranged for him to call the following Friday night. Before I left, Carlo asked me, "why did you pick me? There must be plenty of tutors available?"
I pondered what to say and then decided the truth was best. "Well, I wanted my wife to dance with a good-looking man, not just an average guy. After all she deserves the best."
Carlo chuckled and said, "Well you sure picked the best. I will make your wife very happy." After a pause that was slightly too long, Carlo added "with her dancing of course", and smiled again at me. "See you Friday David." And with that he was gone.
I won't say he made me feel uneasy, but I did wonder about whether he specifically went for mature married women and whether he enjoyed dancing with other men's wives. As I pondered that thought, I knew I could still get rid of him after Friday if need be. I hadn't counted on the reaction of my wife however...
Sarah extracted every detail from me about my meeting. I told her that he was going to come by next Friday to do a sort of compatibility test. Sarah laughed, "a what" she said, "a compatibility test? This is dancing for goodness sake, not pairing off for a date!" How prophetic her words would prove to be! I explained that this was just to make sure that both her and Carlo could get on for dance purposes. After all, there would be no point if either of them had a problem with the other would there? Especially as they would be spending time together. Sarah nodded and said she saw the logic.
When Friday came Sarah was agitated and like a cat on a hot tin roof. "What should I wear?" she asked.
"What do you mean; he's just coming to meet you not to dance."
"I know" Sarah replied, "but I need to look decent, or he might not want to bother teaching me." I sighed and knew that there was no use in arguing the point. And so half an hour later Sarah reappeared in a short dress, nylons and heels. Her hair was freshly made up and well, she looked fantastic. I had to remind myself however that this was for Carlo's benefit and not mine.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to let Carlo in. He beamed at me, shook my hand and I showed him in. When he saw Sarah, he stopped for a second as if not quite believing what he was seeing. He quickly recovered his composure however and went over to my wife and said "you must be Sarah; I am delighted to meet you. David didn't tell me just how beautiful you were." As he said this, he took Sarah's hand brought it to his lips and kissed it!
Sarah looked a bit shocked but also recovered and said "Carlo I am pleased to meet you. David has told me about you, and I am excited that you can teach me the basics of dance."
"My dear lady I can teach you much and about a great many things. But I thought the best way for us to get to know each other would be to slip out for a drink. Would that be okay with you both?" Sarah and I looked at each other. This hadn't been discussed, and yet it seemed churlish for me to object, assuming that Sarah was happy.
I looked for her reaction and she said "yes that would be a good idea. David, you don't mind do you, we'll only be an hour or so?"
"No that's fine", I replied, "I'll see you both later."
