------TOM------
My eyes crept open in my wedding bed, on the first Saturday after my work trip. These trips had been more and more frequent these days, but it was hard to say no when they always brought in good money for us.
Feeling the warm, familiar, comfort of our bed, I reached out to my wife's side and let my hand fall where I expected her to be. Instead I felt empty air before my hand collided with the bed-sheets. She's up early again, that's been more and more common recently.
I stood up and got dressed in some relaxed clothes to head downstairs, where Nicole would certainly be finishing up cooking a breakfast for us. Our lives have become so routine. To some degree, it was enjoyable, knowing exactly what was going to come next. But what happened to the crazy couple that made so many questionable decisions years ago?
I saw the red light click on in the new security cameras as I moved about the room. Nicole said she had installed them last week. Speaking of questionable decisions, what was that all about? She rarely left the house. And it's not like she put them up all over the house, just the bedroom.
I stumbled my way down the stairs, still not fully awake, each step causing the wood to loudly creak and groan beneath me.
"wait" I heard my wife say in a hushed breath, in the kitchen and out of sight.
"Come on!" My son, Adam, said more loudly, eliciting a harsh "Shh!" from my wife.
I reached the bottom of the steps and rounded into the kitchen, almost running in to Adam who was storming by me.
"Good morning" I said, gruff and garbled with sleep.
"Yeah, sure." Adam snapped back, clearly annoyed with something.
That kid. He'd always had a bit of a temper since he was a baby. But in the last year or so since he graduated high-school and his sister went off to college he's been exceptionally rude. I chalked it up to the hormones. He hadn't had a girlfriend for awhile anyway, probably needed to get his rocks off.
I turned the corner into the kitchen to see Nicole, my wife, in a thin red nightgown grabbing pans out of the cupboard.
"Morning, baby." I said
Nicole jumped at the sound of my voice, face flushed red looking flustered or embarrassed. What had Adam said to her?
"Hey hon, just getting some breakfast going." She smiled her usual winning smile. Exuding the pure and sweet confidence that drew me to her so long ago.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her as I thrust my hips against her. God, what a woman. I felt her thick butt press into me and conform to the shape of my body, as she laid her head back against me. I leaned down and planted a kiss on her neck, savoring a view down the V of her nightgown and into her cleavage. Even all these years later, Nicole was the sexiest woman in the world to me.
I felt myself begin to harden against her.
"Oooo, someone's excited this morning." Nicole cooed as she wiggled her ass against my boner.
I felt pride flood through me at the knowledge that she felt me against her. We both knew that I wasn't exactly well endowed. So any acknowledgement of me sexually always felt good.
"How can I not be. When you're looking like that." I sighed as I held her, "Might wanna tighten that gown, I'm sure Adam got an eye full."
Her whole body tensed at the mention of Adam's name. Quickly her hands ran up to her chest and felt the skin there before pulling her nightgown tight.
"You're a dirty old man now, you know, not everyone's looking at your wife's tits all the time" She turned around in my arms and looked up at me "As much as you'd like them to."
My growing boner got painfully hard when she said it. Fuck she was right. Every time we went out together, I was looking at all the men around us to see if they were checking her out. Mentally thinking about these strange men bending her over and fucking her brains out in front of me. Pounding my wife in the way I only wished I could.
I stared into her eyes and got lost in the fantasy. What used to be a reality for us, now locked deep in the past. How long had it been since she had last cucked me? Right before she got pregnant with Kelly, I think? Around 20 years ago. She noticed I was lost in a trance.
"Ground control to Major Tom!" She sung, teasingly, before returning to a whisper, "You thinking about strange men fucking your wife again?"
"How could I not?" I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, "Adam will be off to college soon, maybe we start looking again?"
She patted my chest with a teasing smile, "Who's to say I haven't already found someone?"
She turned around and returned to getting the pans out, after dropping that goddamn grenade in my brain.
I loved watching her when we were young. Exploring all the different sexual deviance of rough men with huge cocks before we settled on one consistent bull - Jason. We got into the more twisted emotional side of cuckoldry as our tastes developed, and Jason was the perfect pick.
He was Nicole's ex-boyfriend from high-school. We tell people we're high-school sweethearts, but that's not exactly true. Jason and Nicole were. It was no secret that I was head over heels for her, chasing behind her through the halls and waiting dutifully to catch her in hopes that she finally saw what an asshole Jason was. She knew, of course, that he was a dick. He treated her poorly and constantly made fun of me for what a desperate little puppy I was for her. But, in the throes of high-school hormones - she loved the tension.
Clearly, on some level, we both did.
Jason came back into our lives after we had gotten married. With all the smug confidence of a man who knew what hung between his legs. He walked right into our house, tore the clothes of my new bride, and fucked her in our bed. This led to a multi-year spiral of sexual insanity that helped us both discover what we loved so much about this kink.
Jason was in jail now though. Last time I checked. About 10 years ago he went to prison for getting into a bar-fight that got out of hand. While we weren't engaging in the lifestyle at that point, we both felt some level of sadness that he was gone for good. Maybe it was for the best. But then who was this person she had found? Or was she just playing with my little cuck-brain?
"You found someone?" I gulped, "Have you met up yet, I asked you to tell me if you did."
"Wouldn't you like to know" She looked back at me with a wink, "Maybe."
Fuck that drove me wild. I was aching somewhere deep in my core to see my now matured wife, the mother of my children, taken by another man again. She had only gotten sexier with age, and I certainly couldn't make her scream or moan in the way she did with other men. I didn't have the right equipment.
"Do I know him?" I mumbled under my breath, all the blood rushing to my cock.
"Gosh, baby, calm down!" She laughed, "You're gonna bust all over my kitchen floor. I've been meaning to talk to you about it. Tonight, okay?"
"Yes ma'am" I replied on instinct, my cuck tendencies rising to the surface.
"God, I've missed that." She sighed as a shudder ran through her, "Now go take care of that little thing while I make you breakfast."
I followed instructions automatically. I certainly didn't wake up this morning expecting this sudden change of pace. As I stroked myself to completion in the downstairs bathroom, I wondered just what kind of future she had in store for us.
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I spent the rest of the day on pins and needles. Desperately counting down the minutes until I could get Nicole alone.
Nicole, Adam, and I sat at the dining room table eating a dinner my lovely wife so kindly cooked for us mostly in silence. Adam was always on his phone these days. Drawn in to whatever little bubble of a world he had in that thing. I asked when college started and got a one word reply.
"September"
A few months away. I wished I could have full conversations with my son, but I remember how I was at that age too. He'd be going to the community college here in town. He wasn't the overachiever his sister was, but I was still proud of him. He had a bit of a mean streak in the past few years, but his future was bright.
Nicole stood up, grabbing her and my plates to take with her to the kitchen.
"Thank you baby." I said, shoveling one last bite into my mouth before she took the plate away.
"No problem honey. Adam?" Nicole said rounding his side of the table.
"Hm?" He absentmindedly replied engrossed in his phone, and Nicole picked his plate up off the table.
As she passed behind him I saw her glance down at his phone and stop in her tracks. Her face went white and she sucked in a sharp gasp.
"ADAM!" Nicole screamed, her voice trembling and the plates clinked together in her hand.
I jolted at the sudden escalation in her voice. Adam pulled one earbud out, and for a moment I could hear something through the earbuds.
"OH MY FUCKING GO-" A woman's voice screamed before Adam tapped his phone and shut off the sound.
"What mom? You don't like what you s-" He began, a cheeky smirk on his face.
"TO YOUR ROOM" Nicole yelled, "NOW"
Adam's eyes shot to me, before chuckling and standing up.
"We see who wears the pants here, huh dad?" Adam said, as he put the earbud back in and disappeared down the hallway.
That boy. Such an attitude on him these days. What had him so frustrated?
"He got that from you, you know." I laughed, swallowing my last bite.
"As if!" Nicole shot back "That's all... God that boy gets on my last nerve sometimes. He was watching PORN, at the TABLE."
I almost choked on my food. Holy christ. Well that might explain it. The boy clearly was a bit pent up. He'd always had an addiction to porn. We'd caught it in the browser history and on his phone hundreds of times.
"He's young!" I said, "It's been awhile since him and Brooke broke up, I bet he's busting at the seams. It's good he's exploring sex."
Nicole scraped the food off of our plates and I heard the dishes clink into the sink.
"Yeah but not... He's just so... There's a time and place." She said, sighing as she returned to the table.
