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I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex (Part 2)

While drunk at a friend’s wedding, I found out that my wife used to cuckold her ex-boyfriend before me and now I need to know more. Will opening my eyes to her secret side bring out a cuckold in me?

I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex. Now I Want Her To Do It To Me.

Part 2

Several days passed since Mike and Penny’s wedding during which we didn’t talk about Debbie’s past. I began to wonder if she’d made it up or at least exaggerated the facts. Even with a few days to process what she’d told me, I still couldn’t imagine my lovely wife with either a black guy or the well-hung Luke. The image just wouldn’t form in my mind. It was too unbelievable.

But when we bumped into Mike and Penny while out grocery shopping, the subject reared its ugly head again. I tried to steer our shopping trolley in the opposite direction when I saw them heading our way but as soon as Debbie noticed her friend and ex, now a married couple, she called their names, drawing their attention to us.

“Crap,” I murmured under my breath, then faked a smile when the pretty blonde her tall, dark-haired husband walked over.

“Doing the weekly shop?” Mike asked, waving his hand vaguely at the trolley full of food in front of me.

“Yes. You?” Debbie replied. I refrained from rolling my eyes at such a banal exchange.

“No. We’re just picking some last-minute things up before our honeymoon,” Debbie’s round brown eyes twinkled excitedly. “Sun lotion, that sort of thing. We fly tomorrow.”

“To Thailand, right?” Debbie questioned. “You’ll love it. Is it just you two going?”

I stared at my wife. What a strange question. Of course it was just the two of them, it was their honeymoon.

“Yes,” Mike nodded. “Just us two. We’re really looking forward to it.”

We chatted for a couple of minutes before heading our separate ways. We were almost done and after we’d thrown our last couple of items into the trolley and headed to the checkout, I quizzed Debbie about her strange question.

“Why did you ask them if they were going on their own?” I asked with a chuckle. “It’s their honeymoon, so I doubt they’re taking their parents.”

“I was teasing Mike,” my wife replied, giggling to herself as we started to unload the trolley in front of the cashier. “Did you see his reaction?”

“Teasing him how?”

“If he’s anything with Penny like he was with me,” Debbie hinted, her blue eyes looking from me to the cashier and back, “I thought they might be taking a male friend. Do you know what I mean?”

“Oh, right.” I blinked, surprised at what she was suggesting. “You don’t really think he’s still into that, do you?”

“Leopards don’t change their spots.” My wife shrugged. “I don’t even know if Penny would do it for him, but who knows?”

We paid for the items in silence and headed out to the car. It was hard not to imagine the gorgeous blonde now, having sex with a well-hung black guy while her husband watched. Would they even consider doing such a thing on their honeymoon? Such celebrations were special to the couple getting married. They wouldn’t desanctify such a precious occasion in that way, would they?

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Debbie asked as I drove us home.

“Thinking about what?” I avoided her gaze, keeping my eyes on the road. Was it that obvious that I’d been imagining Penny?

“About me having sex with Luke and Ray.” Debbie cleared her throat. “Or are you daydreaming about Penny with them? Or maybe a new bull?”

“Bull?” The expression was new to me.

“Someone who has sex with a wife with her husband’s consent,” my wife explained.

“Right,” I nodded, then lied. “I wasn’t thinking about you or Penny. I was just surprised you brought it up again, that’s all.”

“Well, you haven’t mentioned it since the night of the wedding,” Debbie explained. “After I got drunk and blabbed stuff I really shouldn’t have, I expected you to be full of questions the next day. But you weren’t.”

“I thought you’d forgotten,” I replied. “You were drunk, after all. When you didn’t say anything, I thought you couldn’t remember telling me.”

“Oh, I remember.” Debbie smiled coyly. “I remember you getting horny as I was telling you about Ray and Luke and the things we used to do.”

“No,” I corrected her. We were home now and got out of the car. “You were the one that got horny, remember? You told me to stop asking questions about it because it was turning you on.”

“Your dick was rock-hard,” Debbie frowned at me as we headed inside. “Don’t try telling me you weren’t as turned on as I was. I don’t believe you.”

I was still struggling to handle the fact that my lovely wife used to have sex with other men while her then-boyfriend watched. As we started to put the shopping away, I diverted the conversation towards Penny instead.

“So… do you think there’s a chance that Mike still has that fetish?” I asked. “And that Penny is into it too?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Debbie nodded, her face completely serious. “He wanted me to do it with more guys, you know? He wasn’t happy with it just being Ray and Luke. He wanted me to screw lots of men but I wouldn’t. I’m not a total slut, I told him. But after I let him watch me with both of them, he started going on about me doing a gangbang and that’s why I knew it had to stop.”

“What?” I almost dropped the bottle of milk that I was putting into the refrigerator. “You did a threesome with Ray and Luke?”

“Only once.” Debbie shrugged as if it was nothing but I could tell from the way that she was avoiding my gaze that she wasn’t as comfortable telling me this sober as she had been when she was drunk the other night. “I shouldn’t have done it. It made Mike want more and more and I just wasn’t that type of girl. It caused a rift between us and ultimately, we decided to split up because he wanted more from our relationship than I was willing to do.”

“You always said it was an amicable split.”

“It was.” Debbie pushed her dark hair out of her eyes and looked at me. “I’m sorry. Are you finding this difficult to hear? I shouldn’t be talking about my ex, should I? It’s tactless of me.”

“A little,” I admitted. “But it’s something I should know. We’re married. There shouldn’t be any secrets. You should have told me about this years ago. So, I guess it’s good that we’re talking about it now.”

“Better late than never,” my wife agreed. “I was always afraid you’d judge me. That’s all it is. If I hadn’t gotten drunk the other night and seen Luke, I’d never have found the guts to tell you.”

“Well, it’s out in the open now.” We’d finished putting the shopping away and I made drinks which we took into the living room to talk more. “And that’s a good thing. But please, Debbie. No more secrets, okay? If there’s anything else, you should tell me now.”

“There isn’t.” She was sitting down, holding her coffee close to her lips. “What about you? Any skeletons in the closet?”

“Sadly not,” I sighed. “I’m just plain old boring me.”

“You’re not boring.” Debbie put down her drink and came to sit next to me. “I love you. You’re the most amazing man in the world. That’s why I married you. I meant what I said, you know? That Mike wasn’t any more special than you because I did those kinky things for him. I’d do the same for you too, if it was something you were into.”

“Fortunately, I’m not,” I reassured her. “I’m happy with a normal, healthy sex life.”

“You are?” Her hand was undoing my zipper as she spoke and then it slipped inside, finding my cock and softly squeezing it. “We do have a good sex life, don’t we?”

“We do.” I licked my lips as she continued undoing my jeans, tugging them down for better access to my growing erection.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” my wife murmured, kissing my neck while stroking me. “Earlier, in the car. You were daydreaming. Admit it, you were thinking about what I used to do with Mike, weren’t you?”

There was little point in denying it further. Debbie knew me too well. She could tell a lie from me when she heard one.

“It’s just a lot to take in,” I sighed as she moved further down, kissing my balls while still holding my cock firmly and gently toying with it. “I know you’d been with other men before me, but the fact that you… did what you did… with Mike watching, it’s hard to get my head around.”

“You can ask me questions about it,” she said, tracing kisses up the shaft to the head of my hard dick. “I’ll answer as honestly as I can.”

“What sort of questions?” Her mouth closed over the end of me. “You already told me everything.”

It felt so good, warm and wet as she teased the head with her tongue for a few minutes before pulling away. “Not everything. You haven’t asked me if they were good in bed. If they made me orgasm… Where they used to cum… Where we did it. Aren’t you curious about any of that? Or would you rather not know?”

“I don’t know,” I moaned and Debbie resumed blowing me until my cock was straining into her mouth, stiffening harder with every passing moment. “It feels weird to even ask.”

“They were both fantastic in bed,” she answered after another few minutes of sucking me. Then she stopped and stripped off her top and jeans. Pulling her panties to one side, she straddled me, holding my dick against her pussy and sliding down onto it. “They made me orgasm easily and I used to cum on their dicks regularly, something I couldn’t do with Mike’s smaller one.”

“You’ve cum on my dick before,” I said, looking down at the erotic sight of my shaft disappearing inside her.

“Yeah, but Ray and Luke… I’d have multiple orgasms with them,” Debbie sighed as if reminiscing, “And I didn’t need any clitoral stimulation, as I do with you.”

“Oh,” I said, freezing in place when she said that. Was that a bad thing, that I needed to play with her clit to get her off sometimes?

“No offence, silly.” Debbie grabbed my face between her palms and kissed me passionately. “I love this dick of yours. And I love how you make me cum. All I’m saying is that their cocks were so big and they were so good in bed that it made me orgasm in a different way.”

“I see,” I nodded, unconvinced by her assurance but soon forgot about it as she started to slide up and down my length slowly. “You might as well tell me the rest. Where did they cum?”

“Everywhere,” my wife replied, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of my dick inside her. “On my face, my boobs, my pussy. And sometimes inside me too. Mike really liked to see me covered in it. And when they finished in me…”

I remembered what she’d told me the other night and again my stomach tightened at the thought. “Oh yeah. You made him.-”

“Clean me up, yes.” Debbie nodded, opening her eyes and gazing into mine deeply. She was getting horny telling me this. I could tell. “Mike liked being ordered to lick their cum up.”

“And you enjoyed it too?”

“He was so submissive,” Debbie groaned. She was close. So was I. “When he was in that mood, he’d do anything I told him to do. It was fun to see him like that, all pathetic, playing with his little prick while I was being fucked by a real man with a real dick.”

Her voice had changed, thick with arousal. This was a different Debbie from the one I was used to and I liked it. She squirrelled a hand between us, rubbing her clit as she bore down onto me and then moments later, she came, arching backwards and tensing until it passed.

“You wouldn’t like it if I was like that,” I asked as she sat upright and began rocking back and forth on me again, “Would you?”

“You’re not naturally submissive, are you?” Debbie’s blue eyes held mine and in that moment, I sensed that this was an important question.

“Not naturally.” I shook my head. “But would you like it, if I was?”

“Are you asking if I’d enjoy cuckolding you?” Those light blue irises kept staring and I met them challengingly.

“Maybe. Would you?” My cock was throbbing inside her as she kept on fucking me on the sofa.

“Would I enjoy fucking a hot guy with a big dick, with my husband’s permission?” Debbie giggled. “I think if you asked most married women that question, you’d get the same answer. Yes. If there was no danger to her marriage and her husband was fine with it, then yes.”

“Wouldn’t you want me to be jealous?” I asked curiously. I really didn’t understand this at all. Women liked their partners to be possessive.

“A little, maybe.” Debbie pulled down the cups of her bra so that her large breasts swung free. “But that’s what makes the after part so much fun. When you reclaim what’s rightfully yours. The sex with Mike was always so intense after I’d been fucked by someone else.”

For some reason, the thought of my wife taunting Mike, making him watch while she had sex with someone else and then enjoying more sex with him once they’d finished, was arousing and exciting but would I enjoy it if done to me? I didn’t think so. I tried to force the images out of my mind; of her with a big black guy, him pounding her from behind while Mike jerked off his tiny cock, out of my mind but they wouldn’t go away.

“Fuck,” I moaned and closed my eyes in ecstasy as I came deep inside her. I grabbed at her hips, pulling her down onto me and holding her there until I finished emptying my load inside her and when I finally opened my eyes again, Debbie was grinning at me triumphantly.

“You like it, don’t you?” Debbie’s voice was soft, gentle but undeniably inquiring. “The thought of me being naughty back then with Mike turns you on.”

“Maybe.” Again, there was no point in denying it. Not to my wife that knew me so well. “It’s just hard to picture it. It’s hard to believe it happened.”

“Don’t you believe me?” She wriggled away from me, my creamy semen oozing out of her to pool on my thigh as she moved.

“It’s just so… not you.”

Debbie stood up and pulled her bra back up to cover her breasts. Then she stood there, considering me for a moment. “I can prove it. At least, I think I can. Unless Luke deleted the videos, which I doubt he has.”

Wait… What?

“There are videos?”

“Mike liked to record our sessions sometimes.” My wife just kept on surprising me. “So he could watch it afterwards and relive it. I admit, it was quite horny for me too, watching it with Mike. We used to put it on the TV and then have sex while watching it.”

“And you think Luke might still have these videos?” This was getting more and more unbelievable by the second. She had to be joking, surely.

“I made Mike destroy all the ones he had when we split up,” Debbie replied. “Luke too but a couple of years ago, Mike told me that he suspected Luke still had copies of them. I always meant to get in touch with him and ask him but never got around to it.”

“So there could be videos out there, floating around, of my wife having sex with other men?” I asked, aghast and angry at the very notion.

“Chill out,” my wife soothed me with another kiss on the lips before she walked away. “Luke would never show them to anyone. I know him well enough for that. If I trust him enough to not worry about it, you should too. We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I need to go shower.”

I watched her disappear up the stairs then stood up, heading to the kitchen to at least get a paper towel to clean myself up somewhat. My head was spinning at everything I’d learned tonight. And not just about Debbie and her past, but also about myself.

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