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I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex (Part 1)
While drunk at a friend’s wedding, I learn something about my wife that I never knew before. She used to cuckold the ex-boyfriend before me and the revelation is making me question my own sexual desires…
I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex. Now I Want Her To Do It To Me.
Part 1
I never wanted to go to the party. I hated parties at the best of times but wedding receptions were the absolute worst.
“Smile,” Debbie said as she took the glass of wine from me that I’d just bought at the bar. “You could at least pretend to be enjoying yourself.”
“Urgh,” I grunted. “The only wedding I’ve ever enjoyed was ours. You know that. I’m just not a social person.”
My wife rolled her light blue eyes. “I know, darling, but Penny and Mike are my friends. I’ve known them for years. We couldn’t not go to their wedding.”
“I guess,” I replied, looking at the attractive couple performing their first dance in the middle of the dance floor. Penny looked gorgeous. She was good-looking anyway with her almond-shaped face, long blonde hair and modelesque proportions, but she looked stunning in her wedding dress with makeup on point. Her new husband, Mike was a handsome fellow too, tall, dark-haired and slim and cut an elegant figure in his smart black and white wedding suit.
“Who would have ever thought that my best friend from school and my ex-boyfriend would end up getting together and marrying?” Debbie mused as she watched them dance. I glanced at my wife. She looked great today too. She’d had her dark, almost black hair styled this morning and it hung down her back in ringlets. She was shorter and much curvier than the tall, willowy Penny but I preferred that. I was lucky that Mike and Debbie hadn’t worked out. I was married to my perfect, ideal woman.
“You know,” I said slowly, taking a sip of the refreshing cold beer. “A lot of people would think it weird that you’re at your ex’s wedding. You and he went out for quite a long time, didn’t you?”
“Four years,” Debbie nodded, then trained those pale blue eyes of hers on me. “You’re not… jealous? Are you?”
“We’ve been together seven years now,” I replied with a shake of my head. “Married for five, so, no. I’m not jealous. I’m just saying some people might see it as weird, that’s all.”
“Right,” Debbie nodded, seeming unconvinced. “We split up on amicable terms. You know that. I’m here for Penny more than him anyway.”
“I know. Penny deserves to be happy.” I took another long pull of the beer, dreading the inevitable moment that Debbie dragged me to dance, then joked, “Just don’t expect me to be happy until I’m in that taxi home.”
“Awww, my miserable old git,” my wife chuckled affectionately. “Come on. Let’s dance.”
I knew it. Crap. I put my beer down and let her pull me by the hand towards the people dancing now that the first dance had finished. We danced for a while — it was more of Debbie dancing while I did an awkward side-to-side step thing — and then we retired to the bar to drink and hopefully, Debbie would let us make an early escape.
An hour or so later, we were still there when an odd-looking, rather tall man by the name of Luke came over to say hello. Debbie introduced him as one of her old friends from college and also a friend of the groom and he seemed a nice guy, buying us both an unwanted further drink. Unwanted by me, at least, because I was still eager to head home.
“Thanks,” I said, tipping my glass to him as the bartender passed it over. “Cheers, Luke.”
“You’re welcome,” he grinned. I say Luke was odd-looking because he was. His mouth was too wide and his eyes were deep set. He wasn’t ugly, he was just… different, like a character actor or something. “You’re a lucky man, Tom,” he added, indicating towards Debbie.
“He really isn’t,” my wife chuckled. “I give Tom such a hard time but he must love me for it. Don’t you, baby?”
Her hand found mine and squeezed it reassuringly. Why was she being like this? Did she sense Luke fancying her or something?
“You’re worth it,” I replied. “How about you, Luke? Are you married?”
“Me?” The tall, lanky man shook his head and grimaced. “No way. I like the single life too much.”
“Hey,” Mike said, putting his arm over Luke’s shoulder, an awkward gesture because the other man was a good six inches taller than either of us. “Where’s my drink?”
“Sorry,” Luke replied. “I’ll get you one now. Does Penny want a drink too?”
“I can get one myself,” the bride informed him, emerging from the bustling dance floor to join us at the bar. “Thank you all the same.”
“What’s going on there?” I whispered to my wife, wondering why Penny was so abrupt with him.
“Ah,” Debbie said, fixing her dark hair as she watched the tall man order at the bar. “That’s a long story.”
“Well, we’re here for a while by the looks of it,” I replied, looking at the tray of drinks that the barman was putting together in front of Luke. “Tell me.”
Debbie looked at me for a long moment, her blue eyes searching my face. “I can’t. It’s kind of a secret.”
“A secret?” Now I was really intrigued but the more I pressed my wife to tell me, the more annoyed she seemed to get. “And whatever you do, don’t ask Mike, Penny or Luke either. It’s a sensitive issue, that’s all I’m going to say.”
We enjoyed our drinks as a small group, Debbie and I, Penny and Mike and the mysterious Luke, and I respected my wife’s request and never questioned the strange tension between the bride and Luke, even though it was tempting.
Later that night, after a few more drinks and another excruciating dance, we found ourselves sitting alone again in the corner of the room, nursing what was hopefully going to be our last drink.
“I do wonder sometimes,” my wife mumbled slightly incoherently to herself while staring at Penny dancing to herself in the centre of the dance floor. “About Mike. And if… Him and Penny…”
“You wonder what?” I asked her to repeat herself. “What do you mean?”
“I wonder if Mike is the same as he was when he was with me,” she pondered, watching her ex-boyfriend — now the groom — join his new wife on the dance floor. “And if Penny does it for him.”
“What are you talking about?” I quizzed her, confused. “If Penny does what for him?”
Debbie looked at me and smiled but then straightened her face comically. She was drunk. Her voice was slightly slurred and her eyes had that shiny twinkle to them.
“If I tell you something, do you promise not to judge?” she asked, tracing the edge of her wine glass with one finger. “And promise not to ever tell anyone? Like… ever.”
“I’m your husband,” I pointed out. “You can trust me with anything. Tell me.”
“Okay.” Debbie leaned forward over the table, her curvy breasts crushed upwards, making her cleavage look distractingly delicious. “You’re going to think this is weird, but here we go.”
She paused and I had to prompt her to tell me again. “Go on.”
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she whispered conspiratorially. “Mike has some… kinky… tastes in sex, shall we say. I wondered if he’s the same with Penny.”
“That’s it?” I asked. “He’s kinky? So what?”
“Aren’t you curious about what I mean by kinky?” Debbie stared at me, even though her face was only inches from mine so no one could hear us. “Don’t you get it? He was kinky with me.”
“Ah,” I nodded. I hadn’t thought of that. “You indulged his kinks? Is that what you’re saying? You’ve never been kinky with me.”
“Because I know you’re not that way,” Debbie shrugged, her movements exaggerated because she was drunk and almost causing her boobs to fall out of her dress. “Which is fine because I love you.”
“I love you too,” I added, my curiosity piqued. “So, tell me. What sort of kinks did he do with you when you were together.”
It felt weird asking about my wife’s past with another man but I was genuinely interested in what sort of things the seemingly innocuous Mike was into.
“You’re going to judge me.” Debbie sat back, her face a picture of doubt.
“I’m not,” I reassured her. “I promise.”
“He liked to…” Debbie paused, looking at me doubtfully and I nodded, reassuring her again, “Watch me do… stuff.”
“Stuff?” I pressed her. “He made you masturbate for him?”
“That’s not kinky,” Debbie’s face creased up with amusement. “No, he liked to watch me… with other men.”
“With other men?” I squinted at her, working out what she meant. “I don’t understand.”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” she sighed, leaning back in her chair again. “It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“It does matter. I’m sorry,” I apologised, trying to get my head around what she was saying. Did she mean…? No, it couldn’t be that. “Tell me. I’ll understand if you explain.”
“And no judging me?” she questioned, eyeing me carefully.
“No judging,” I made a cross-my-heart gesture across my chest.
“Mike…” Debbie looked across the dance floor at her ex who was now dancing with his new bride. “He liked me to sleep with other men while he watched.”
So it was what I’d thought. I felt my stomach sink a little before telling myself that this was before she met me. And it was something she’d done at Mike’s behest. Debbie wasn’t that sort of woman. She wasn’t a slut. She’d had a few partners before me, I knew that, but not that many. Three or four, she’d said.
“So, I wondered if he’d done the same with Penny,” my wife continued. “I’ve never asked her, but the way she is with Luke… I think it’s to do with that.”
“You think Mike made her sleep with Luke?” I turned and stared at the dancing couple. “No way.”
“I don’t know but that’s not what I mean,” Debbie looked over her shoulder, checking that no one was listening. “I wonder if she knows about him and me and the things we did. I think she does.”
“Right.” I took a long drink from my beer and contemplated what she was telling me. “Okay. You’re telling me you went through with it? You slept with other men… and Mike watched?”
“For the last couple of years of our relationship,” Debbie nodded. “It was always his little kink from the start but it took me a while to find the courage to do it.”
“Wow.” I swallowed, finding this hard to believe. Was she exaggerating — or making it up — because she was drunk? “You told me that you’d only had three or four men before me.”
“And that’s true,” Debbie replied, her eyes softening as detected that I might be hurt at her lying. “I didn’t lie. Before you I was only ever with Mike, the guy I lost my virginity with at college and then the two guys who I cucked Mike with.”
“Cucked?” I asked, unsure of what the word meant.
“You know… The guys I slept with while he watched,” Debbie shrugged as though I should know the word. “That’s called cuckolding. I cucked Mike with two guys.”
“So you did it twice?”
“No, I did it with them lots of times.” Debbie had the gall the giggle, then immediately straightened her face when she saw me staring at her, aghast at the notion. “In fact, Mike and I ended because I didn’t want to do it any more. He wanted me to have sex with more and more men and I told him I just wasn’t that type of woman.”
“Wow,” I said for a second time. This was unbelievable. The alcohol in my veins was softening the blow but it was still a lot to take in. “Why did you never tell me this before?”
“Duh,” Debbie rolled her eyes. “Because you’d have thought less of me. I love you, Tom, and you wouldn’t have understood. I’m only telling you now because you kept asking. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“It’s all the past though, right?” I said as much to myself as I did to my wife.
“Of course it is,” she said with a smile and a touch of her hand on my arm. “It was years ago. People do silly things when they’re young, don’t they? I just couldn’t help wondering if that’s why Penny is like she is with Luke and if she has sex with other men for Mike’s enjoyment.”
“Ask her,” I suggested, still not understanding what any of this had to do with Luke.
“I can’t,” Debbie replied with a shake of her head. “If she ever decides to tell me, that’s fine, but I’m not going to probe into something that doesn’t concern me.”
I looked at the married couple happily dancing in the centre of the dance floor. Whatever they were doing, it was working for them, so who we were to judge?
* * *
We didn’t talk about Debbie and Mike’s relationship and their kinky sexual practices for the rest of the night. I drowned my sorrows in another beer and she seemingly did the same, polishing off another couple of glasses of wine before we eventually left the party at almost midnight.
Once we were in bed though, the topic raised its ugly head once more. I’d turned the bedside light off, deciding not to attempt sex tonight with so much alcohol inside me but Debbie had other ideas.
“Can we talk?” she said in the darkness of the bedroom. “I feel like we need to talk.”
I sighed, then rolled over to face her. “I’m tired.”
“Are you angry at me?” she asked softly. I could see her face in the dim streetlight filtering in through the curtains. She hadn’t wiped off her makeup and her dark, almost black hair was still flowing over her shoulders. She looked hot.
“I’m not angry,” I replied. “It was just a bit of a shock to hear about you and Mike.”
“Fuck me,” she murmured, changing the subject so suddenly that it caught me off guard. “I’m horny.”
Her hand drifted under the covers to find mine and she placed it on her naked breast. “Debbie… you’re drunk and I’m tired.”
“Don’t be like that,” she said pushing me back and throwing off the covers. Before I could stop her, she started kissing me, then moved, trailing kisses down my chest to my stomach and then my dick. A moment later, I was in her mouth.
It felt so good, wet and soft, her tongue flicking over the head. Despite the copious amounts of beer I’d downed, my dick responded, growing hard in her mouth as she sucked me.
“Mike’s got a submissive side,” she said as she stopped, my cock now standing at full attention. Debbie swung a leg over me after taking off her pyjama shorts and lowered her trimmed pussy down onto me. “And a small dick. He’s smaller than you. He liked watching me with men who were bigger and better in bed.”
“Really?” I said, enjoying the feeling of her pussy as she slid down onto me fully. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know all the details about Mike’s dick but she obviously needed to get something off her chest.
“One of my two lovers — not the first one, the second — had a huge penis. Like… pornstar-sized. Long and thick. Mike loved watching him fuck me.”
Why was she telling me this? Debbie started to ride me, rocking her hips back and forth and I reached out to cup her large breasts, enjoying their heavy softness.
“What about the other one?” I found myself asking.
“Ray?” she asked. “He was a black guy. Nice size but not huge. Big enough.”
A black guy? I didn’t know she’d been with a black guy but then again, I’d never asked.
“What did Mike do while he watched you have sex?” I sighed at the exquisite feeling of Debbie’s pussy sliding up and down my dick.
“He wanked off,” Debbie said, bucking her hips against me quicker now. “If he didn’t cum, I’d let him fuck me afterwards. He called it reclaiming me.”
“And he didn’t mind that the other men had been inside you right before?”
“No, he loved it,” my wife answered, touching herself between her legs as she rode me. “Especially if they’d just cum in me. He said it was like using lube. Or sometimes, I’d make him lick it out of me first. As I said, he could be very submissive sometimes.”
“Urgh,” I grimaced at the thought of tasting another man’s sperm.
“Anyway, stop asking questions now.” Debbie ignored my noise of distaste and kept riding me. “Talking about it… Remembering it… It’s turning me on.”
“So you enjoyed it?” I asked, playing with her nipples, which often tipped her over the edge. “Not just the sex. Obviously, you enjoyed the sex, but you enjoyed the aspect of… what did you say it was called? Cuckolding? You enjoyed cuckolding him?”
“That’s the only reason I went along with it,” she nodded, then suddenly her back arched and her head tipped back. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
I felt her thighs tighten as she pushed down onto me while rubbing her clit frantically and then she cried out in ecstasy, shuddering as her orgasm rippled through her. The sensation of her pussy tightening on my dick made me cum too, filling her with my sperm until she sighed and rolled away to lie on the bed next to me.
“That was good,” I sighed, rolling onto my side to gaze at my gorgeous wife who had surprised me so much tonight.
“It really was,” she smiled at me without opening her eyes. “I’m tired. Shall we sleep now?”
“Yeah. Me too,” I replied, throwing my arm around her and pulling her close.
“Tom,” she mumbled into my chest before going to sleep, “If you ever wanted to try it, I’d fuck someone for you too. I don’t want you to think Mike was special or anything. I’d do it for you too. With Luke again, maybe.”
“With Luke?” I asked, puzzled. “Again?”
“Yes, Luke,” she said softly, sleep close. “Ray was my first lover. Luke was my second. I think Penny knows and that’s why she was off with him. She probably knows that Mike and him used to have threesomes with me or something.”
“Wow.” That was the third time I’d said that. “I never knew you’d slept with Luke.”
Debbie didn’t reply. Her breathing had deepened. She’d fallen asleep.
I lie there next to her, unable to sleep now. She said she’d sleep with someone else for me if that was what I wanted. I’d never in all our years together ever contemplated such a thing. Debbie was mine. I was possessive over her like a man should be. I’d always been that way.
So why was I now imagining her and Luke?
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