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I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex (Part 4)
After seeing a video of my wife cuckolding her ex-boyfriend with her two lovers, there’s no way back. She knows I’m curious and while something deep down is telling me that this is a road I shouldn’t be heading down, there’s another part of me that wants to know more…
I Found Out My Wife Cuckolded Her Ex. Now I Want Her To Do It To Me.
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Part 4
This turn in our marriage all started when Debbie got drunk at our friends’ wedding. The next turn — the one that would bring it full circle — happened when I got drunk.
We were out, celebrating our anniversary, and for whatever reason, the beer I was drinking went straight to my head. I knew I’d had one too many when I visited the bathroom and couldn’t stand straight to pee.
“I think we should call it a night,” I told my wife, returning to the table where we were sitting, in a bar in the centre of town. “I don’t know why, but I feel really drunk.”
“I had noticed,” Debbie replied, laughing at me as I sat down rather ungainly in the chair opposite her. “We’ve had a lovely night. I’ll call us a taxi.”
I really didn’t know why the beer had hit me tonight. Perhaps it was the fact that I’d only eaten light earlier, or maybe it was the pleasant early-summer sunshine that we’d enjoyed all weekend. Whatever it was, Debbie had to help me stagger to the car and then, after it dropped us home, she helped me walk in a straight line all the way to the front door and then straight up the stairs and onto the bed.
“I hope you’re not too tired or drunk for sex,” she giggled, following me upstairs. “It is our anniversary, after all.”
I gazed from the bed at my beautiful wife. She’d styled her dark hair into ringlets which dripped down either side of her heart-shaped face and her lips were painted a particularly slutty shade of bright red. As I watched, she undid the zip of the burgundy dress she was wearing and let it slip to the floor to reveal a matching black lace bra and panty set.
“I think I can manage to get it up,” I grinned at the delicious sight of her curvy body as she walked towards me and proceeded to remove my shirt and unbuckle my trousers.
“Let me help with that,” she chuckled, seeing me struggle drunkenly with my belt. It only took a moment for her to tug them down, along with my shorts and then she grabbed my dick and began to stroke it to life.
And then, out of nowhere, I said what had been on my mind all day. “I think I want to watch you fuck someone,” I blurted.
“What?” Debbie was about to lie next to me but she stopped, sitting up suddenly, my dick forgotten in her hand. “You’re drunk. Stop being silly.”
“No, I do,” I confessed. If I was going to talk about this, now was the time, while my tongue was loosened by the alcohol. “I know you want to as well, Debbie. I’m not stupid.”
“Hmm,” my wife’s pale eyes narrowed and she studied me. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober. Right now, I just want some anniversary sex.”
“Okay,” I gave in and when she settled on the bed next to me and we kissed, I gave her some anniversary sex, relieving her of her sexy panties but not even attempting to undo a bra strap while drunk. We fucked, passionately but clumsily because of my inebriation and then to both of our disappointments, I promptly passed out.
* * *
My head was inevitably sore the next day but I was to garner no sympathy from my wife. Self-inflicted, was the phrase she used as I nursed myself back to recovery with black coffee and junk food during the morning and afternoon.
“So what am I going to do with you?” Debbie said, watching me from across the kitchen table when I eventually found enough of an appetite to eat.
“I’m never drinking again,” I grinned. “If that’s what you mean.”
I felt a lot better now. The hangover had more or less worn off and the chicken dinner that she placed in front of me was going down a treat.
“I’m not talking about your overindulgence last night.” My wife chewed her lip for a moment. “Do you remember what you said in bed while we were having sex?”
“We had sex?” I joked. Then it all came back to me.
‘I think I want you to fuck someone.’
That was what I’d said. Oh, shit.
“You were talking about what I did with Mike.” Debbie’s eyes were focused on me. “And doing the same with you.”
“I said what?” I pretended to not recall any of it.
“You said you wanted to watch me having sex with someone else,” Debbie replied, still watching me carefully.
“I was drunk.” I shoved a piece of chicken in my mouth and avoided her gaze but she knew me too well.
“I can tell by your face that you know what you said,” she chuckled, lightening the mood a little. “You don’t need to be embarrassed or feel weird or anything. Lots of guys get off on thinking about their wives with other men.”
“Like Mike did?”
“Like Mike did,” Debbie nodded. “Yes. And probably still does.”
“But what about you?” I asked. “If you’re saying Mike probably hasn’t changed, what about you? Do you still like the thought of it? You can’t tell me you only had sex with Ray and Luke to please Mike.”
Debbie fidgeted with a piece of her long dark hair while continuing to study me. “I admit I enjoyed it. I’ve told you that already. I liked cuckolding Mike.”
“And so, do you get turned on thinking about doing it to me?”
“You’re a lot different to Mike,” she countered, twisting the lock of hair around her finger tighter. “I don’t see you like how I used to see him.”
“I hope you do see me differently,” I added. “I’m your husband, after all. But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Look.” Debbie sighed, crossing her arms over her generous chest. “I’m sure if you asked most married women the question of if they’d like to have some exciting, no-strings sex with someone, all with the permission of their husband, they would say ‘yes’. But not everyone’s relationships are built that way.”
“So you do want to fuck someone else?” I asked, trying to pin her down to answer my question finally.
“Wait.” My wife placed her hands flat on the table and took a moment to gather her thoughts. “You started this last night by saying you wanted to watch me fuck someone else. You said you’d been thinking about it and you’d decided you wanted to try it. How has this turned around to it being about what I want? You brought it up.”
“I was drunk,” I repeated from before.
“And people sometimes speak the truth when they’re drunk.” Debbie stood up, gathering the plates to wash up. “Look. I’ll make this easy for you. If you told me that you’d like to watch me have sex with someone else, just as a one-off, to try it, because I know you’re curious about the whole thing, then I would. I’d do it for you. And me too, because yes, it’d be a turn-on for me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that honest enough for you?”
Before I could answer, she turned away and dumped the dinner plates into the sink and filled the sink with hot water. I stared after her, not knowing what to say or do. I needed to think about this. Perhaps sleep on it. My mind was a mess and by the sound of it, so was Debbie’s.
* * *
Later that evening, Debbie went out with her friend, Kate. They did it on a monthly basis, old former work friends going for a meal and a couple of drinks. Kate was lovely, a sassy redhead with a body to die for and a wicked sense of humour. I liked her a lot but I hoped Debbie didn’t tell her about any of the stuff we’d got going on right now.
While I had the house to myself, I spent some time thinking about Debbie and her former lovers. I wondered how Mike and she had first gotten started. How had they met Ray and Luke? How did someone go from being a ‘normal’ couple to a cuckolding situation?
I also wondered what Luke thought when Debbie asked him for the video. Surely, he’d have asked her why she wanted it. Had she told him about our chats? I had a lot to ask her when she got home but until then, I decided to lie down on the bed. One thing that had become apparent to me was the way seeing the video had made me feel. It had been a turn-on to see Debbie like that, being slutty with two guys while her boyfriend watched on. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it of her. But I had seen it and now I knew that everything was true.
My dick was hard at the memory of the video. I slid down my jeans and took my dick into my hand, slowly jerking off while thinking how it had looked; Debbie on her hands on knees on the bed, Luke’s dick in her mouth and Ray’s black cock pounding into her from behind.
Part of me wished the video had been longer. That it hadn’t been edited like it had and that there was more of it, that there were more videos too, of her and Luke and her and Ray separately.
I wondered how hard she’d orgasmed with these two bigger men and how it compared to the sex that we shared. I jerked off faster and harder at the thought.
“Oh, hello,” came Debbie’s voice from the doorway of the bedroom and I jerked upright, shoving my rock-hard dick back into my pants as I sat up.
“Shit,” I gasped. “I didn’t hear you come home.”
“It’s okay,” she said in-between laughing and kicking off her black high-heels. “When you weren’t downstairs, I thought you’d taken an early night. I didn’t expect to catch you wanking off but please, don’t stop on my account. It’s quite a turn-on, to see you, in fact.”
“Were you stood there long?” I asked, wincing in embarrassment.
“Long enough to see that you were having a good time,” she giggled, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at me seductively with those pale blue eyes of hers. “I feel bad for interrupting you. You didn’t get a chance to finish. Can I help you with that?”
“Yes, please,” I smiled, letting her move my hands from my lap so she could tug my jeans back down.
Debbie slipped out of the denim skirt and white blouse that she’d worn out with Kate. Then she unclasped her white bra and surprised me by kneeling between my legs and rubbing her large, firm breasts over my erection, pushing them together around it.
“Luke used to love me giving him a titjob,” she murmured as she teased me, moving her breasts around my cock. “So did Mike but he was so small, it was quite difficult to keep his dick between them.”
Hearing her talk about her past lovers like that made my cock harden further.
“Fuck,” I sighed softly and I saw Debbie smile at the sound.
“Do you like that?” she whispered. “Tell me honestly. Were you wanking off just now thinking about the video we watched last night? Were you getting yourself off to the thoughts of the past me and what I used to do? Does the naughty me turn you on?”
“Yes,” I confessed and then Debbie stood up, sliding down her panties so she could get on top. As she sank down onto me, taking my cock inside her hot, wet pussy, I sighed again. “Yes, it does.”
“You don’t have to use your imagination, you know,” she murmured, beginning to rock her hips against me. “We could make it happen for real. In fact, while I was out with Kate tonight, I had an idea. If you’re worried about taking such a big step, we could take a smaller step instead.”
“What do you mean?” I looked up at my wife, my eyes drawn to her large tits, swaying in front of her as she rode me.
“Maybe I tell Luke everything,” she suggested. “He was already curious about why I wanted the video. Maybe I invite him over but rather than fucking him, I just give him a titjob too. Or maybe I could suck his dick until he cums. Or perhaps he could lick my pussy. Whatever… but not full sex, if that is less daunting to you.”
“Would you do that?” I asked, struggling to hold back. I was going to cum soon and needed to talk to her about this before I did because I knew I’d feel differently afterwards. “Wouldn’t you want to fuck him?”
“I’d do anything for you,” Debbie shrugged, then squeezed her pussy around my dick/ “Anything.”
I came. My cock pumped cum inside while she held me there, her thighs locked around my hips until she felt me soften and then slip from her and then she rolled away, lying on the bed beside me.
”Fuck,” I sighed, looking sideways to see her considering me. “You’re so good at riding dick.”
“I know.” Debbie smiled, her lips curving into a perfect cupid’s bow before she pushed her face forward to kiss me. “Think about what I said. I’ll call Luke tomorrow and talk to him if you want to get this stuff out of your system.”
“Let me think about it,” I replied, my arousal dimmed after cumming, as I knew it would. “It’s a lot to process.”
“Talking about it to you,” Debbie said softly, “Has made me think about it again. It’s been years since I thought about it, the things that Mike and I did. The fun that Ray and Luke and I had. I’d pushed those memories to the back of my mind. That was the old Debbie. I was happy being who I am now. I am happy, don’t get me wrong, I am. But talking about it, watching the video… I guess, if I’m honest, it’s given me something to think about.”
“It’s given me a lot to think about too,” I smiled at her, glad that she was finally opening up and talking honestly.
“I feel like it’s an itch that’s come back,” she admitted. “An itch I need to scratch again. Even if it’s just one time. Now it’s out in the open, it feels like something I need to get out of my system. Do you get it? Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I nodded, although what she was saying was hurting me somewhere deep inside. A feeling I’d never felt before, more of an uncomfortable pressure against my stomach than a punch to it.
“Good,” she smiled. “Now why don’t you be a good husband and lick me until I cum? I have needs too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I sighed and slid down the bed as she opened her thighs for me. As I placed my face close to her pussy, I could see she was turned on. Debbie kept her dark pubic hair trimmed into a neat triangle above her tight, pink slit and it was clear to see how horny she was because her clit was protruding, pink and swollen and wet. I ran my tongue over it and she shivered, her hand finding its way to the back of my head, drawing me against her.
“That’s it,” she encouraged me. “Suck my clit.”
I wrapped my lips around the engorged bud and sucked gently while sliding two fingers into her wet hole, beginning to slide them in and out while licking her.
“I get horny imagining you watching,” she whispered so quietly that I could barely hear, “Watching Luke or someone else do this to me. The thought of you watching me cum with another man is so taboo. It turns me on so much.”
I still wasn’t sure I wanted to go down this road but listening to Debbie murmur this sort of dirty talk; hearing her horny confessions until I eventually brought her to orgasm a few minutes later made me realise that we had to do it. These feelings, recently reawakened in her weren’t going to go away and I too, was starting to feel more inclined to indulge her.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I told her, taking her in my arms and holding her tight as she cooled down her orgasm. “Call Luke tomorrow. See what he says and let me know.”
“Really?” Debbie rested her head on my shoulder. I could smell the drink on her breath but she wasn’t too drunk to know what she was saying and what I was suggesting.
“Yes, really,” I replied and then a few moments later, Debbie’s eyes closed and her breathing deepened as she drifted into sleep.
I stayed awake a little while longer, wondering what tomorrow would bring until finally, I dropped off too, into a dream-filled sleep. Dreams of Debbie, Luke, Ray, Mike and me.
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