Wife's unexpected opportunity

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I thought I'd share this true story. For me, it is where my interest in cheating wives came about. I did have this on another website for some time, but thought it would be nice to share here as I love going back to the story.

I had returned to my family home, where we were ex-pats in the Far East. I'd been back in the UK for a month and my return trip confirmed what I knew all along, my wife had been having an affair with a work colleague.

When I had asked her directly if she was having an affair she'd said, “No, don’t be silly - I love you and this was just sex." She had been horny and needed this in her life to distract her from work stresses.

Lying in bed, wearing a dressing down, she slowly explained to me how they had got together. I sat on the bed, listening and trying hard to understand. She could see I was shaking as she told her version of the events.

Seeing that I was not mad or upset with her, and probably guessing I was turned on, she opened up her dressing gown to reveal nothing underneath.

She looked me deep into my eyes and asked if I wanted to fuck her. My whole body was still shaking as she gently pulled me in close to her. My head rested on her breast and I began to gently suck on her nipples. She continued to describe to me how Martin had turned her on and how much he had enjoyed fucking her.

I wanted to fuck her more than I ever had. As she told me about her and Martin, I wanted it to be me.

I had feelings of jealousy mixed with lust and I had never been so turned on my life. Sally took my dick and guided it inside her. I came inside her within seconds as I was so turned on by how filthy and adventurous she had been.

After cumming inside her, I pulled out and started to kiss her neck, then lower to her breasts and nipples and down passed her tummy.

Her vagina lips were swollen and a small amount of my cum was oozing from them. I licked this and rubbed some of our mixed juices over her clit and started circling it with my thumb. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and lapped upwards licking up all the juices that were coming out of her and flicking her clit with tongue each time.  I'd never given her oral sex after coming inside her .

While licking her out, I imagined I was licking Martin's cum out of her. Sally could tell and even me so, asking if I wished it was Martin's cum in there. I mumbled yes in between licks. She told me I was amazing at giving oral sex and suggested it would be better if Martin had cum inside her, as he was really good fucking and much better than me.

I enthusiastically devoured her pussy after this, licking deep inside and rimming her ass where the juices had dripped down.

To say I was confused would be an understatement. I accepted she had cheated on me. I knew I loved her and she is my best friend. Martin had not done anything bad to her, far from it, he had been there for her when I hadn’t. She was only enjoying herself, still loved me and I wanted to be with her more than ever. I felt I’d taken my wife for granted and had forgotten how sexy she is.

But, I thought I should be stereotypically angry with her, that we should row, swear at one another and have an argument, but I did not want to “be a dick about it”. How would I want her to treat me if I had the opportunity to flirt and have sex with a younger woman?

So, I was calm and asked for more sex as a way of coping. As we had sex, I asked for more and more intimate details.

I asked if she had given him a blowjob and she said yes. She said while they were in his apartment she had been rubbing his cock through his jeans. They were kissing. His hand was underneath her bra, teasing and playing with her nipples and it had turned her on. 

She undid his flies, reached inside his boxer shorts and cupped his balls. Gently tugging him off for a few seconds, she knew she wanted to pleasure him with her mouth. She went down on her knees and licked his shaft up and down to tease him; before taking him fully inside her mouth. He scrunched her hair into his fist and he set the tempo by fucking her mouth and throat and he came inside her mouth. She felt used and loved it.

We had sex all weekend, but on Monday morning she returned to work.

Thinking of my wife meeting Martin at work, I wondered if they would continue what they had. Knowing what she would be wearing, if he would seduce her; feeling her body and admiring how sexy she is before kissing and undressing her somewhere quiet. Both of them turned on and driven by their lust for one another. 

I imagined them in our bedroom, kissing passionately, naked, having foreplay before sex. In these fantasies, I'd be sitting in a chair in the corner, not wearing trousers or pants, so that Sally could see how turned I was watching her having sex. It was a fantasy that was consuming me and all I could think about.

Every time I thought of them together, I got deeply aroused and I would slowly wank while fantasising about them both. Sitting on my own and knowing they were together at work; my thoughts ran wild. 

I wanked myself off and wondered what it would be like to kiss her after she had sucked off Martin, to taste his cum off her lips and mouth. I knew I would like that!

I thought about Martin cumming inside her. Sally loves the feeling of cum pumping into her and would not let him use a condom. I thought again about giving her oral sex after Martin had fucked her, and knew I would enjoy cleaning up her creampie.

I also thought of him naked, walking over to me, with my wife’s cum dripping off his cock. I would go on my knees and lick all of the juices off him. I came at the thought and shot my load. I also started to rub my own cum over my lips and taste it.

My thoughts kept getting kinkier and kinkier.

My wife asked if she could continue having sex with Martin and I defiantly said, "No!" Offended that it could even be considered. She said we couldn’t sort this out just by having more sex. I argued we could but knew this to be untrue and told her to stop seeing him, it had to be over and forgave her as I loved her. But emotionally I was drained.

She told Martin I had found out and told me it was over between them.

My wife said Martin would need to come to our leaving parties. It would just be odd if he didn’t show up as they had been great friends over the last few months and were always hanging out together, but she said, more importantly, she just wanted him to be there. 

So, I met him on a few social occasions. he much younger than my wife and was good company. I tried to forget what had happened and put it in the past.

A final leaving meal was planned for our last night, Martin had already been invited weeks before and I said it was fine that he would be there – but no flirting would be allowed as it would hurt me. 

Sally had raised the topic of just seeing him again to talk things through, as work was not the ideal place and also asked again if they could meet for sex.

I said no, but felt a dick about this and a bit authoritarian which is something I am not like.

During the week I continued to need to have sex with my wife at every opportunity. I still look back at this point and know that this was the best sex that I was ever having and I have never had that jealousy, lust and desire feeling that made me so hungry for my wife.

Sally was still seeing Martin during the week and tried to cover this up. I found a pair of his boxer shorts one night in our bed which led to an apology and a blowjob for me. 

She also admitted to having sex outdoors with him and that he enjoyed fucking her in the ass while she had a finger inside her pussy or was rubbing her clit.

So as the week went on, I remained adamant that they had to stop seeing one another. 

On our final meal evening, I had a split second where I had a change of heart. I don’t know why or what possessed me. I loved my wife, he was making her happy and I sort of resigned myself to it.

Sally had returned from work early; excited about her leaving meal. As she got ready we opened a bottle of prosecco that was part of a leaving gift. She showered and we both got ready together. I watched her put on some very sexy lingerie and a lovely tight-fitting black dress that accentuated her sexy figure and cleavage. We drank, chatted and flirted as she did her hair and make-up perfectly. She looked amazing.

We were going to a bar first and then on to an expensive restaurant, lots of friends would be there and Martin too. I had sold our car that day for in local currency and we needed to spend it. Friends had already agreed to some of it from me and transfer sterling to my UK bank account.

As we were setting off to drop our kids off for a sleepover with friends, I had a sudden thought. Maybe it was how sexy my wife looked, or the drink or a guilty feeling of denying my wife one last encounter. But, as we were leaving the house, I took the wad of out of my jacket pocket and placed it in my bedside table, then left to go out.

I didn’t know what I was doing but thought if I had a change of mind with Sally having a final shag with Martin, then that would be their opportunity. I would make up my mind as the night went on and didn't say anything to her.

We met our friends in a bar about a ten-minute taxi journey from our house. I headed to my group of friends and my wife headed to her friends and colleagues. I opened up a tab and bought a round of drinks. I watched as my wife and Martin caught up chatting together. 

When I saw they had nearly finished their first drinks, I bought myself and a group of mates a new pint and missed them out. Then I explained to my friends that after selling the car I had forgotten to take the *** out, but added it was no problem as I could pay on my credit card. 

I was met with protests of don’t be silly use the , go and get it and we’ll what’s leftover.

I walked over to Sally and broke the news, I’d forgotten to take the *** out and everyone says they’ll some of the local currency from us and put the *** in my UK account.

Sally was furious, as it was actually her suggestion for the *** and she’d arranged for everyone to from me earlier in the week. She'd told me several times this was happening.

“Bugger,” I said, “Well, one of us is going to have to go back home and get the *** and I have a full pint.”

After some name-calling and stropping, she agreed to go back in a taxi to get it. "Why don’t you take Martin!"  I suggested, given how much there is and joked that I didn’t want her stopping off to new shoes. 

He agreed and I kissed my lovely wife on the cheek and said thanks.

As I drank with my friends at the bar before moving to the restaurant, all I could think about was what would they get up to.

As friends talked to me I nodded my head, not knowing what they were saying and just agreeing. 

I sent a text to Sally to say enjoy! And got no reply.

Just under an hour later, I managed to get everyone to leave the bar and we moved to the restaurant a short walk away. I texted to say “Hope you’re not having too much fun! Enjoy, we’re moving to the restaurant – see you there!”.

In the restaurant, we ordered drinks and settled down with the menus. I texted Sally to ask her order and ordered for her, telling everyone she had replied and that the traffic was awful but they were nearly here.

Finally, they arrived back and said the traffic was fine, but my wife had to stop at a bar to use the toilets and then Martin had got a drink. They apologised for being late. 

My wife sat opposite me and we smiled. I texted her to say, “So, what happened????”  

Thirty seconds later I received a text back saying, “I might have to go back to the toilets, I have a wet patch.”

I knew exactly what she meant, but I texted back, “??? Explain.”

She texted back, “ Martin’s cum is dripping out of me.”

This really turned me on. I texted back, “I want to know everything that happened!!”

She replied, ”I will tell you when we’re in bed! now get off your phone.”

After a really special evening, more drinks, laughter and fun, we finally headed home in a taxi. I tried to feel Sally up in the back seat but she told me I had to wait.

When we got home, I started kissing her as we went through the door. She told me to behave and pushed me away gently, telling me to get her a glass of wine and bring it through to the bedroom.

As I entered the bedroom she had such a playful look on her face. I undid the zip and the back of her dress and she asked if I wanted to know what happened.

We kissed on the bed for quite some time and I played with her tits and sucked on her nipples but she remained silent until I was really turned on them.

Sally made me lie down on the bed and asked again if I wanted to know all the details. I said yes. She asked if I wanted to taste Martin’s cum. I went pale and said yes. 

Sally took off her panties and left her stockings on. She held the headboard and straddled over my face. I put my tongue and didn’t move. I kept the same pressure against her and let her move her hips backwards and forwards. She kept this up and I got a mixture of juices flowing onto my tongue over my mouth and face. I kept my tongue as flat as possible to get more juices and eventually she came. 

She didn’t tell me everything that happened that night and kept some of back as a surprise for other evenings. My only regrets that evening was not inviting Martin back to the house.

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Thank you, this was really interesting. I appreciate the insight into the mind of a cuckold.

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This was awesome

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Key question, does your wife still cheat and if so does her stories still have the same effect

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19 hours ago, Richf86 said:

Key question, does your wife still cheat and if so does her stories still have the same effect

Sadly not, life gets in the way too much sometimes to have fun! Her stories still have the same efffect though and looking at your profile she would...