Chapter One She cheats on me
It all started about eight years into our marriage. We had recently bought our first home and had two young children. I was working shift work and she was temping at different offices. We had a good life with a good sex life. Not brilliant, but we were happy. I thought all was fine. But then I found it wasn’t.
I began to notice that Jean was becoming a little withdrawn and distant. Our sex life was what most would say was normal. Nothing overly exciting, but we was happy. Or so I thought.
I came home from my late shift one Friday night and found her sitting on the sofa with my brothers father in law. He was thirty years older and used to call in occasionally for a few drinks. I’d known him for years as he was a neighbour of my parents. Jean and John had been drinking and she was a little drunk. We had a beer or two and then he left. It was after midnight by now and I was tired from work and not really thinking straight after the beers and being exhausted after work.
When we got into bed, she cuddled up and after stroking my cock, said she wanted me. Normally it was me who initiated sex, she very rarely did it. I was hard by now and asked her to ride me. She was very very wet. I never thought about it at the time, but it turned out to be my first experience of sloppy seconds.
It was about a week later that I noticed that she was distracted about something. She looked upset. We sat together and I asked her what was wrong. We had always been able to talk about almost anything with ease, but she wasn’t at ease that night. I finally managed to get her to open up. She admitted that she had been unfaithful to me and started to cry.
“What the fuck?” I said.
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself”
“Who is it?” I asked.
She explained that it was the guy she had recently started work for. She was friends with his wife through whom she got the job.
“How can you ever forgive me?” She said.
“I’m not sure if I can” I had to get out and walk to clear my head. It was all I could do.
I went for a long walk, thinking what do I do? Oddly enough, I suddenly realised that I was excited by the the thought of her fucking someone else. My cock was starting to get hard.
What The Fuck is wrong with me? I headed off home to find out more about what had gone on. She was still there and still upset.
“Will you forgive me?” She pleaded.
“Probably not, but things have to change.” I said “Change? How?” She asked puzzled.
With that I told her that as of now, she needed to tell me everything else and everyone she had fucked.
“So you forgive me?” She brightened up. “I didn’t say that.” I then pulled out my now rock hard cock and put her hand on it.
“Tell me what you did with him. I want all the details. Start stroking”
Chapter Two
Here comes the Cuckold.
As she began stroking me, she started to tell me what happened.
“What do you want to hear?” She said. “Everything.” I said.
I closed my eyes and listened with a movie playing in my head. She explained how he had started hinting at her. Complimenting her looks. Jean is not tall, but her figure is perfect for her height. She has great breasts and a nice arse. He told her that he and his wife were not having a great time and that they rarely had sex.
She could see the bulge in his pants and this started turning her on. Over a week or so, he got a little more familiar with her. She said he started brushing by her and resting a hand on her shoulder whilst leaning over watching her work. One day he stood by her side and the bulge in his pants was very close to her face.
She was finding it difficult to ignore and she turned and placed her hand on it. She said he almost came then. They very quickly stripped and started fucking. He pulled out and came on her tits and belly as they had no protection and she was no longer on the pill as I’d had a vasectomy after our second child was born.
“Was it good?” I asked. “It was all a bit rushed and I couldn’t believe what had happened.” “Did you fuck again? My blood was racing through my veins. “Yes. A few days later.” She said looking wistfully.
“Was it better that time?” “It was slower, but he just wanted to fuck. No real foreplay like we do. Just strip and fuck.” She sounded disappointed. “How many times?” By this time I was about to cum. “Only twice, then I found someone else.”
With that I exploded in her hand. The vision of some guys cum on her tits was too much. I hadn’t cum like that since a mate gave me a prostrate massage.
I was still semi-hard and started kissing her. She was rubbing my cum over her chest. She had always loved us doing this. As she started doing it, I shocked her by starting to kiss her breasts and licking up my own cum. She couldn’t believe it. She was completely shocked.
“Do you like doing that?! Tasting your own cum?” “Oh yes, I’ve wanted to do it for a long time. I want to lick cum from your juicy cunt too.” “Oh my god”! She exclaimed.
“Does that make you gay?” “No I said laughing. It’s just sexy. Do you not think it’s sexy?
“I’m not sure” she said nervously laughing. “Have you ever had sex with a man?” She asked.
“Yes and no. Yes I’ve held and sucked a cock. Don’t forget, I went to a boys school. We experimented. Compared cock sizes. Had competition’s to see who could cum first” I laughed.
We were both laughing now. My cock was hard again. The kind of hard that hurts.
“How many did you suck off?” She asked. “One or two, but never fucked with the lads. Just a blow job here and there” “Oh God! You kinky bastard!” She said.
“Did you ever get it on with a girl?” I asked “No, we only ever talked about boys and their cocks. I’m sure some did, but it never interested me. Not into girls”
We were both ready to fuck again and with that she pulled her knickers to one side and jumped on my cock. She wanted to know everything whilst she bounced on my hard cock. Her cunt was burning hot and wet.
“Now you have to tell me everything you’ve ever done with boys. I want to hear it all” she said.
“Ok. Want to hear about everything?” I asked cautiously. “YES! Tell me you kinky bastard!”
We both exploded together. The best sex we’d ever had. We were both exhausted after that and agreed that she would tell me more later and I would tell her all about my bisexual past.
Our life had changed and hopefully for the better.
To be continued
