We started today the story of how reacted the husband, cuckolded by his drunken wife. The description of how his revenge took place, determined to make her a real whore, will come in the next chapters.
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In front of our two daughters, my wife confessed to cheating. She admitted to cheating on me.
Crying, she told how it had happened, three months before, in an unplanned way, at an event she went to alone, without me, as it was a meeting in a restaurant in the city for the fraternization of former colleagues for the twenty years of her graduation from college, or that is, something simple and that did not concern me, just veteran classmates meeting again to see each other and talk about their student days.
Our daughters listened attentively to the story that I had already learned in full, with all the details, from their own mother, the day before, after some rumors had reached my ears in a mocking tone that I was a cuckold. Innocent cuckold, it's true, because I didn't know anything.
In the face of this, I had pressed Gislaine, who finally gave in, telling me everything.
She had gone to his former classmates' party. Everyone was happy, euphoric, chatting loudly, hugging each other, listening to news about each other's current life and remembering student times, as is the normal festive atmosphere of these events. And drinking a lot, as it happens, until some are more, others less, drunk, because alcohol is the fundamental engine of these events.
Everyone soon started to behave liberally and typical of the student days, hugging, kissing, dancing close together.
Gislaine, who doesn't drink, tasted various cocktails, sweetened, which enhances the alcoholic effect. She saw a guy she only mentioned as Tom, now a successful businessman, in college, a big stud, admired by the girls, full of affairs.
They hugged, kissed socially, he asked her about her life, which revealed that she was married to a good man, had two daughters. She inquired about him, who was just out of a contentious divorce, accused by his wife of having sex with her friends.
They drank more, danced, he pressing his body to hers, rubbing, groping. Gislaine, drunk, feeling pleasant sensations in direct physical contact like this with another man, until he lowered both hands to her back, holding her ass and squeezing, with soft rubbing, by the front, the cock in her pussy. In a situation where both of their clothes didn't serve as a barrier and if they diminished a little, it didn't eliminate the effects of such intimate contact, cock and pussy, one rubbing against the other. Gislaine feeling emotions of pleasure, hugging a man, her sex tight to his, her cunt very hot, her panties wet.
An ideal erotic climate for, as sex experts say, what had to happen.
Giving her another cocktail and keeping her hugged close to him, Tom whispered to her that there was a hotel three blocks away that accepted couples. They could go there and stay in the room for a while, kiss and do things that they had not done during their time as classmates.
Gislaine accepted and walked with him, holding each other, kissing as if they were more than boyfriends, lovers, the short distance to the hotel.
In the bedroom, Tom embraced her, kissed her with tongue and abused, without worrying about being daring with a married woman, he slipped his hand under her dress, reaching for her panties. That he saw how wet she was, smiling to himself, with the pleasure of a victorious male, sure of conquest.
Gislaine watched as he took off his clothes, presenting himself to her naked, his cock totally hard. And she imitated him. She also took off her dress, bra and panties. Her exposing herself naked to the hard-cocked naked male who was going to take her.
In bed, they did what lovers do, she drunk, forgetting that she was a married woman. They had relaxed sex and more than once. She proving, after being married and mother, her ex-colleague's dick.
The following day, when her drunkenness had passed, she decided not to reveal anything to me, keeping the misdeed hidden. But not for long, because as I said, rumors and comments from their friends and their husbands that I had become a cuckold reached me.
Pressed by me, she then told me everything, how she had been drinking, getting uninhibited, stripping and getting fucked by a man. I forced her to reveal her adultery to our daughters.
Which she did on the same occasion, telling them everything.
She cried, apologized, asked for forgiveness and a new chance, claiming it wasn't intentional.
I was in a dilemma, because the adultery had occurred, I had become a cuckold, which tainted the marriage, required measures, but we were a family, four people, well inserted in the community and that doesn't come apart easily. At least, not without some traumas and consequences. It was necessary to think, and think well, before acting and doing hasty things with no return.
She was sorry and said she would do anything I asked to win back my affection.
As soon as our daughters had gone to bed, excited by what they had heard but quite embarrassed by their mother's misbehavior, who had been carried away by drunkenness and had not controlled her senses, I had a frank conversation with her in our room.
- So you had sex with a man?
- Yes my dear. I know it was wrong and the fact that I was momentarily out of my normal sense is no excuse.
