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I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex (Part 3)
Finding out that my wife used to cuckold her ex-boyfriend with a friend of ours was startling enough, but now I’ve found out that there might be videos of her from that time, sex tapes of her and her ‘bull’ — what am I going to discover next?
I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex. Now I Want Her To Do It To Me.
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Part 3
“I love you.” Debbie curled up in bed next to me, her body warm against mine. “You know that, right?”
“I love you too,” I turned my face and kissed her softly on the forehead, then reached sideways to turn the bedside lamp off, throwing the room into shadow.
“That was the problem with Mike,” she continued, resting her head on my shoulder. “I never really loved him. Not enough, at least. I didn’t love him deeply as I do you.”
“That’s nice to hear,” I replied, closing my eyes and preparing to go to sleep.
“Everything we’ve been talking about has made me realise that,” my wife murmured, her voice light and whispery as if thinking out loud. “I wouldn’t do the things he wanted me to but when I imagine it being you and I, it’s different. I’d do anything for you and that’s made me realise just how much I love you.”
Those words pulled me back from the edge of sleep. I turned to look at her but it was too dark to make out her features.
“You’ve been imagining doing that with me?” I asked softly, not really wanting to know but feeling too curious not to ask.
“It’s only fantasies.” Debbie planted a faint kiss on my lips, then lowered her head back onto my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to bring some random guy home and fuck him in front of you.”
“I never thought that,” I replied, “But you obviously have.”
“Everyone has their sexual fantasies. It doesn’t mean I actually want to do it.”
I went silent for a moment, pondering what she’d said. “So, if it was me, instead of Mike and I’d asked you to do a gangbang while I watched, you’d have done it?”
“I’d do anything for you.” Debbie sighed, then rolled over. “I’m tired, baby. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Good night.”
I listened to her breathing deepen until she fell asleep but it took me significantly longer to drop off. I already had a lot of new information to process, and now she’d added more.
Stop thinking about it, I told myself. In a few days, she’ll forget all about this stuff and we can go back to normality like we were before this god-damned wedding ever happened.
How wrong I was.
* * *
The next day, it rained. Not just your every day, ‘the plants need it,’ type of rain. No, this was the sort of wind-driven rain that had you worried it might crack your windows or knock off your roof tiles. And unfortunately, I got caught in it on my way home from work.
“Oh, shit,” Debbie said when she saw me walk through the door, dripping water all over the hallway floor. “You poor thing. Get out of those wet clothes and I’ll find something warmer to wear.”
“Okay,” I chuckled at the ‘get out of those wet clothes’ comment and she raised an eyebrow at me.
“I’m not saying it that way,” she giggled, then went upstairs and came back down with a fresh shirt and trousers. “Here you go. I do have something for you in a while but I’ll let you get dry and warmed up first.”
I got changed while she made me a hot drink and then we sat down in the living room. Her laptop was on the coffee table and she swivelled it around so that we could both see the screen.
“I messaged Luke,” she started off by saying, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. “He says he lost all our videos when his old phone broke. He didn’t have a backup but I asked him to have a look anyway. An hour later, he found this and sent it to me.”
“Whoa, slow down.” I put my hand over hers, stopping her from double-clicking the link in the email that was on the screen in front of me. “You got in touch with him? Don’t you think you should have asked me first?”
“I’m sorry.” Debbie pushed her dark, wavy hair behind her ears and pouted at me. “Don’t you want to see? I mean… the way you were talking last night… I thought you’d be interested to watch it.”
“What is it?” I asked cautiously. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see you and him if that’s what it is.”
“You said you were having a hard time picturing it,” she continued, her hand now hovering over the mouse button. “I thought this might help you get your head around it.”
“So it’s you and Luke?”
“And Ray.” Debbie’s light blue eyes creased at the edges as she grinned at me. “Mike recorded us during the threesome. I made Luke promise to delete it after he sent it to me.”
“I don’t know…” Did I want to see this? I was certainly curious but I was afraid of the effect seeing my wife with someone else might have.
“Just remember,” she pointed out. “It happened a long time ago. Before you and I even met. I was a different girl back then.”
Are you really so different now? I wondered. Or are you just different for me? Because you’re married.
“Okay.” I nodded my assent and she double-clicked the link.
“It’s an old video, so it’s very grainy,” Debbie said as a picture of her appeared on the screen. She was wearing only underwear, a pink lacy set and seemed to be sitting on the edge of what must be hers and Mike’s bed. “It’s not very long either but you’ll get to see enough.”
“Are you ready for this?” a deep voice said and a short but stocky black man walked into the view of the camera. He was already naked and his thick, hard erection stuck straight in front of him as he approached Debbie.
“I don’t know,” she confessed with a sexy giggle. She looked so young and beautiful. Her hair was straight and long, flowing straight down her back. Her breasts were smaller than they are now, higher and perkier and her erect nipples were paler in colour. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Let’s do this,” Luke said next. I recognised him as soon as he entered the frame, his long, skinny frame coming into view. I did a double-take when I saw his cock. Debbie hadn’t been exaggerating. He was huge, long and thick, with a prominent vein running down the side of his shaft.
“Fuck yeah.” I recognised Mike’s voice, louder than the others because he must have been holding the camera.
“Are you excited, baby?” Debbie teased the man behind the lens, those pale blue eyes staring in his direction even as the two men removed her bra and pulled her panties down her legs to reveal a landing strip of dark hair between her thighs that she didn’t have any more.
“Mmhmm,” Mike replied.
“Are you going to watch me get fucked by two real men?” Debbie teased him as the black man lifted her easily in his strong arms and placed her in the centre of the bed. “They’re going to fuck me so much better than you and your tiny little shrimp dick.”
Shocked at how she was talking, I turned to look at the here-and-now Debbie sitting next to me, but she kept her eyes glued to the screen.
Ray pushed Debbie’s thighs open and began to lick her pussy while Luke joined them on the bed and offered his obscenely long cock for her to suck. She opened her mouth and took just the tip between her lips but then the video cut abruptly to a scene of them fucking.
Debbie was on her hands and knees and the black man was behind her, pistoning his thick, dark cock in and out of her hard and fast. Luke was in front, holding her long dark hair out of the way so Mike could capture a good view of his dick in her mouth.
Another quick cut and this time Debbie was on her back with Luke between her legs. I watched in amazement as he pushed his entire length inside her. I didn’t think she’d be able to take it all but she did and when his groin was pressed against her, his dick completely in, she looked at the camera again.
“He’s so fucking big, baby. He’s going to make me cum.”
And he did. There was no sight of Ray, this was just Luke pounding my wife’s tight little pussy mercilessly and after a few minutes, she orgasmed, arching her back and crying out so loud that the sound on the video distorted. Then the camera tilted downwards and for a moment, we got the sight of Mike playing with his cock between his forefinger and thumb.
“Do you see how small he was?” My wife asked, pausing the video for a moment before hitting ‘play’ again.
I looked at her, glad not to stare at our friend’s dick. He was small, perhaps four inches at the most, a good inch or so less than me. I nodded and turned back to the screen to see what must be the final scene of the short video. Debbie was kneeling on the floor, with what looked like sperm all over her face. Some dripped from her chin as she looked into the camera.
“Put the camera down and kiss me.” As she spoke, more cum oozed from her lips, dribbling further from her face onto her breasts. Then the camera spun for a moment and it took me a second to figure out that Mike had placed it on a surface, pointing it at his girlfriend so he could video himself kissing her.
I grimaced as they kissed, watching as he licked some of the cum from her chin before kissing her again. Then he stood up, offering her his small cock and Debbie took him in her mouth, sucking him eagerly until he came, which took no more than a minute at most. She kept him in her mouth, her hands gripping his butt cheeks firmly, holding him in place until he’d finished, then she swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Did you like that, baby?” She asked as Mike walked towards the camera and then the screen went black.
“Did you like that, baby?” My wife asked, echoing the younger version of herself while looking sideways at me.
“It was… interesting,” I said, choking slightly because was throat was so tight. “You were very… different, back then.”
“I was. I’d have liked to have seen one of the full-length videos we made but that was all Luke could find,” Debbie sighed.
“That was more than enough,” I replied. I don’t think I could have watched more. “I understand now. He was very submissive to you and you enjoyed teasing him.”
“So you get why I wonder about him and Penny? People don’t change what they’re into.” Debbie closed the lid of the laptop and sat back on the sofa. “Plus, do you really think she’s satisfied with him in bed? You saw his small cock.”
“I really don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe she’s not bothered about size. A lot of women aren’t.”
“Quality over quantity,” Debbie nodded. “True but Mike wasn’t even good in bed. You saw how quickly he came. He was like that in bed sometimes. Two pumps and a squirt. I’m surprised I stayed with him as long as I did.”
“Maybe you should just ask her,” I suggested. “Penny, I mean. If you’re that curious.”
“I might,” my wife said softly, then moved, her hand grazing over the front of my trousers. “What did you think of the video?”
“Weird,” I replied honestly, not knowing how else to describe the feelings that were running through my head still from watching it.
“Weird? As in weird that I was having a threesome in front of my ex-boyfriend?” Debbie’s fingers touched my cock through my trousers and then squeezed, feeling my semi-erectness. “Or weird watching me with someone else?”
“Both,” I shrugged. “How would you feel, seeing me with another woman? Or two women? It’s a strange feeling.”
“I might like it,” Debbie giggled then immediately straightened her face when she saw that I wasn’t joking. “Seriously though, do you think I’m weird now? It hasn’t… put you off me, or something, has it? Knowing I used to be like that.”
“No.” I shook my head vehemently. “Not at all. I love you for who you are now, not who you used to be. I might feel a bit weird the next time I see Mike though, having seen his small dick and what he used to get off on back when you were together.”
“I get that,” my wife nodded, her fingers undoing my zipper and reaching inside. “You’re getting hard. Was it… exciting, at all? Seeing me with Luke and Ray?”
“It was interesting seeing a younger you naked,” I admitted. “Back when you had a landing strip.”
“I liked it like that.” Debbie pulled my trousers and shorts down and my hard cock popped out, standing almost straight up because it was fully hard now. “Did it turn you on, seeing Ray lick me? Or sucking Luke’s dick and watching him fuck me?”
“Debbie, this is making me feel uncomfortable,” I said as she wrapped her hand around my dick and began to slowly wank me off.
“I’m just curious,” she murmured, stripping off her top and unclasping her bra so that her large breasts spilled free and then wobbled beautifully as she started jerking me off again. “Your hard cock says you enjoyed it.”
“I know we could never do it,” Debbie purred sexily, “We’re different people now. We’re married and you’re nothing like Mike, but I’ve been fantasizing about it. You, me and a well-hung guy like Luke.”
“You’ve… what?” I asked, sighing as she wanked me off faster.
“It’s just a fantasy,” she reassured me. “I know you’d never do it. It’s just hot to think about. I made myself cum this morning, imagining you watching me get fucked.”
“You did?” I asked, surprised at the admission.
“Yes. While you were at work.” She slowed her hand and then stopped, standing up to drop her skirt and panties. Then she got onto all fours on the sofa next to me. “Fuck me. I’ve gotten myself all hot and horny.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I stood up, positioned my erection at the hot, wet entrance to her pussy and thrust into her hard.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard as Ray and Luke used to.”
I grabbed her dark hair, twisting it in my fingers and pulling her head back, then thrust into her again.
“Go on,” she moaned. “Pull my hair. Fuck me hard until you cum, baby.”
So I did, ramming my cock in and out of her, fast and hard.
“I love it when you fuck me like this,” she groaned. “Do it rough. Go deeper.”
I gave it to her as deep and rough as I could until eventually, my legs began to give out on me and then I felt the familiar build-up of tension in my groin and seconds later, my cum exploded into her.
Once I’d finished, every drop unloaded into Debbie’s hot pussy, I sat next to her and she turned around, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me passionately.
“I love you so much,” she sighed happily. “Thank you for fucking me so good.”
I kissed her back, but now, with post-sexual sobriety clearing my mind, a nagging thought bothered me and I knew I had to ask her.
“Debbie…?” I began, pausing to work out how best to word the question.
“Yes?” Her light blue eyes examined me for a moment. “What is it?”
“Do you want to sleep with someone else?” I asked. “Is that what all this is about? Are you… craving, for want of a better word, someone else?”
“Oh no.” My wife’s face dropped, looking suddenly concerned. “Don’t think that. No! I’ve just been having fun, reminiscing about old times. It’s okay to think about the past sometimes, isn’t it?”
“So, it’s like… role play?” I don’t know why I felt so insecure but I suddenly did. “This whole thing with me and you. You’re just reliving past times.”
“Exactly,” Debbie’s eyes softened as she gazed at me. “Look, if you said you wanted to try something like what Mike and I used to do, then I’d do it. But I’d do it for you. I’d do anything for you. But I’m also perfectly happy as we are. We can watch that video. Talk about it. That’s enough for me, baby. I promise.”
I nodded, accepting what she was saying but as soon as she got up to head in the shower, I knew that she was only saying that for me. She wanted to try it again, I knew she did.
But the scariest thing was that I was undeniably turned on by the thought of it too.
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