This is a story about a mature bored wife who cheats with a complete stranger. Her husband finds out and enjoys hearing about her illicit tryst, but nonetheless is cuckolded by her! So, for all the haters of cuckold stories please save your vitriol and don't read this story!
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'I did it'. Three simple words. Three short words. On their own meaningless. Or on the other hand they could be full of meaning if the person listening knew what they implied. And I did!
It did take a few moments to dawn on me, however. After all I had just arrived back at my hotel room after a hard day's work. Perhaps the presence of my wife in bed in what appeared to be a gold negligée should have alerted me that something was amiss, but then being married to a sexy and erotic wife meant that such occurrences were not unknown to me!
"Pardon" I asked Rachael my wife as she lay gazing up at me, waiting for my reply.
"I said I did it."
"Did what" I asked still somewhat perplexed.
"That fantasy of yours, the one we live out during our love making. You know the one, and well I did it. I finally did it, made it come true!"
I felt a flush come over me, a sort of shortness of breath as I realised what my wife was alluding to. The fantasy of her fucking another man, purely for the sex, for the erotic thrill. We had enjoyed talking about this scenario for a long time and it had certainly spiced up many of our love making sessions. We had dared each other to make it a reality or though in actual fact it would be Rachael who would be making it happen, not me. She would be the one allowing herself to be seduced if the right circumstance arose. If the right man appeared and managed to get into her panties. And finding her wet and ready would then fuck her! My recollection of the fantasy was causing my cock to stir and that brought me back to reality.
"You mean, that is, you actually.."
"Yes, I fucked someone. Or rather I got fucked by someone."
"Who, when? You're joking, aren't you?"
"No, I'm serious. Deadly serious, here look at this."
My wife drew the bed covers down to reveal her sex. Her obviously very wet sex. Her very red looking sex that was oozing.., no surely that couldn't be what I thought it was could it? I knelt on the bed and the smell hit me first. The smell of spunk to add to the obvious viscous trail that was seeping from her hairy snatch.
I was dumbfounded. She had indeed 'done it'. "I don't understand, I mean why have you got spunk oozing from you?"
"Well, it's difficult to explain, but it just happened and well, here I am."
"Will you tell me about it?"
"Yes, but why don't you get comfortable and join me in bed?"
It seemed like a good idea, and so I stripped to reveal my modest six-inch cock already erect due to the sight of my lovely wife. Lying naked next to her, she took hold of my cock and said, "Let me tell you how it happened."
"As I closed the hotel bedroom door this morning having said goodbye to you, I wondered how I would fill my time while you were at work. There are only so many museums and exhibitions that one can see and well.."
"You didn't have to come with me on this trip you know, it was your idea.."
"I know, I know, but that doesn't alter the fact that I felt bored. I mean I'm only 42 years old and there should be more to life. Perhaps if you had..."
She let the sentence hang and I was about to interrupt when she put her hand up and continued with her story.
"As I pondered what to do today, my eyes wandered across the hotel fitness suite brochure, and I recalled that there was a pool and spa facility. It didn't take long for me to decide that would be this morning's activity. A good, hard work out in the pool. You know that swimming was the main reason that I have managed to keep my body well-toned."
I knew this to be true. With her silky brunette hair and delicate face, she often got mistaken for someone ten years younger than she really was. Well, her jealous girlfriends told her that anyway. I realised that my mind had wandered as I gazed at her athletic five-foot eight-inch frame and that Rachael was still speaking.
"Anyway, some short time later having changed into a summer dress and some white three-inch heels, I went down to the hotel basement. I put my modest one-piece costume on and slipped into the pool and started my 50-length routine. After completing some 20 lengths I noticed or rather became aware of someone watching me. At the end of a length, I slowed down and had a quick look."
"Sure enough there was a man standing watching me. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled and then dived into the pool. Within a minute or so the man had caught me up and swam alongside me for the next ten or so lengths. I was determined not to be distracted by this man, especially since I considered him to be just another macho show-off type. The man however suddenly dropped back and as I turned for my next length, I could see that he had climbed out of the pool and was sitting on a bench watching me swim!"
"What did you do next?" I asked.
"Well, when I had completed my 50 lengths I climbed out of the pool. As it happened the steps were right by where the man was sitting."
"That was some impressive swimming" the man said.
"I think I stammered something like 'what, I er, well thank you'."
"So, he was obviously flirting with you then?" I inquired.
"Well yes in retrospect, but I was just irritated by him at that point."
"Anyway, he then said something like, yes, it's not every day I see a lady with such perfect technique and such well-developed upper body strength. Your legs are well defined as well."
"Hah, that was a bit forward of him, wasn't it?"
"Well yes and I blushed. I had never heard another man talk about my body in terms of muscle development. Well not since high school anyway."
"He then said, do you work out often?"
"For some reason, boredom perhaps, I don't know, I grabbed my towel and decided to sit next to the man on the bench. I replied to him that I tried to stay in shape and did my pool sessions twice a week. I also told him that I run and do aerobics."
