SLUTWIFE | BLACK LOVER | CUCKOLD | CONFESSION
My Wife Fell in Love with Her Lover
Partly based on a true story . . .
Twin circles of bright lights briefly highlighted the curtains of my living room window before going off. I got up to take a peep out of the window and recognised the car parked in front of my driveway behind mine; I could make out the occupants of the vehicle and recognised the person in the passenger seat as my wife, Dawn. The driver’s name was Andrew, her boyfriend of the past several months. Andrew had come by hours ago to take Dawn out for the evening. Likely they went to his place where he gave her a terrific fuck, as usual, before returning her home. Returning her to me for keeping sake with her pussy dripping with his seed until he decided to stop by again.
I stood by the window, holding a newspaper while observing them. I could tell they were arguing about something or talking about something serious. It was soon to learn what it was about, but this is what I would like to assume they were discussing.
“No, I don’t think I should tell him,” Dawn said to Andrew.
“But you should, babe. Come on, we’ve been over this already.”
“Yeah, but I still don’t get why I should tell him — we can still carry on without him being aware — seriously, I’m okay with that.”
“You might be, but he’s your man and he ought to know.”
“I don’t get it,” Dawn groaned with frustration. “This is supposed to be about us, not him.”
“As long as he’s your man, it concerns him much more. We either do this now or we call this whole thing off. Your choice, babe.”
Dawn folded her arms and pouted. She looked towards the house, and I couldn’t tell if she saw me from where I was lurking behind the curtains. Not wanting to take any chance, I let the curtains fall and returned to my chair, knowing she would come inside whenever she finished with Andrew.
Whenever I watched the way Dawn and Andrew had sex, I could tell there was more to it than copulation; there was fierce intimacy . . .
I continued to read my paper while pretending to be oblivious whenever Dawn returned. Eventually, she did. She came over, kissed me, and asked how my day had been without her.
“I’ve been good, dear,” I said. “What about you? Had yourself a good time with Andrew?”
“Yeah, we did have ourselves some fun time.” She fell silent for a moment, and it was apparent that she was struggling with something.
“Isn’t Andrew coming inside to join you?” I asked. “That’s him in the driveway, right? Or has he returned home?”
“He’s going to come in a bit,” she explained. “There’s something I need to talk to you first about. It’s something he and I have discussed, and he suggested I tell you about it first.”
“Okay,” I discarded my newspaper and took her hand. “Whatever could it be that you want to talk about, honey?”
“I don’t want you taking this the wrong way, Mark . . . but I wanted you to know that I’m . . . I’m in love with Andrew.”
She spoke the last words fast, but it was enough for me to make out what she said. Dawn gave me time to come to terms with what she had said. Aside from being bemused, I was stunned by her revelation. I was stunned but not shocked. I later admitted to myself I ought to have seen this coming a mile away. And I probably did, except I was too obstinate to tackle the warning signs. Whenever I watched the way Dawn and Andrew had sex, I could tell there was more to it than copulation; there was fierce intimacy, the likes of which I’d never seen Dawn commit with other men before, including me. Somehow, I had expected such news and marvelled at how sudden it took for her to admit to such.
“Are you okay, Mark?”
“Yeah . . . I mean, yes, I’m fine,” I stammered. “I heard what you said, Dawn. But what does Andrew feel about this?”
“He and I have talked plenty about this,” she said. “I was against telling you from the start, not knowing how you’d like the idea. Andrew told me it was either we do it this way or else. So, here we are.”
“Yes, here you are,” I repeated. “I guess, well, maybe you’d let me hear it from him, too. That would be nice.”
Dawn kissed me before going to the window and gestured at Andrew to come inside. Seconds passed before the front door opened, and Andrew entered and joined us in the living room. Dawn sat beside him and took his hand in hers; they looked like a newly-wed couple while I seemed to be the stranger.
“Hi, Andrew. Dawn just took me by surprise and told me something special between both of you. I wanted to hear from you how true it is.”
“It’s damn true, white boy,” he said casually, reminding me of where I place was in the scheme of things. “She’s in love, and I dig her likewise. She didn’t know how to come out about it until now.”
“So I see,” I sighed with resignation. “Well, I guess I’d seen this coming but did nothing about it.”
“Ain’t nothing you could have done to stop what’s coming, white boy. I ain’t snatching your wife off you if that’s what’s got you scared. Dawn is still going to be your wife, but she’s going to become a true bitch.”
“Oh. That’s how it’s going to be?” I looked at Dawn. “I thought you were already his bitch, hon?”
“I am,” she replied. “But we’re making things official now and in your presence. Then later, we’ll drive down to the courthouse and make things serious. Andrew knows someone there who will help us draft a document to say exactly that.”
“I don’t understand. What would you need a document like that for?”
“Insurance, white boy,” Andrew said. “I’m about done talking about this for now. Time to air out some things.”
He stood up and immediately unzipped his fly. Dawn turned towards him as he reached into his fly, extracted his flaccid penis, and waved it like he was twirling a rope. Dawn grabbed his cock and brought it to her face. I stood there, astonished by the sight of watching my wife take her lover’s cock into her mouth with surprised aggression, slurping his girth hard like this was some rehearsed action they had planned.
Andrew slipped off his jacket, threw it on the sofa, and was busy undoing his shirt buttons while Dawn came off the sofa, dropped to her knees before him, and continued to suck and stroke his cock. As for me, I shoved my newspaper off my thighs and watched them with mounting excitement. My penis was awake and growing hard inside my pants — who was I to think I would get a free show like this today?
“This pussy is mine,” Andrew groaned while busily smashing my wife from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head upwards.
Andrew discarded his shirt, and then came his belt buckle, allowing his pants to crumble to his ankles. Dawn hadn’t let off from deep-throating his cock; she slid both hands under her blouse and was pinching her breasts with continuing her performance. Andrew pulled her up to her feet, and they kissed passionately before he then assisted her out of her clothes. Finally naked, they held hands and made for the stairs leading to the bedroom. I followed behind.
Andrew positioned Dawn on her arms and knees on the bed, knelt behind her butt and ate her pussy from behind. I was busy jerking my penis to the action. Dawn flung her head between her arms, moaning her pleasure, eager for Andrew to give her his dick. He came to his feet seconds later and introduced his girth between her ass cheeks.
“This pussy is mine,” Andrew groaned while busily smashing my wife from behind. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head upwards. “Who owns this pussy, bitch?”
“You do, Andrew! Awwhh God, it’s your pussy!”
“I can’t hear you, bitch. Say it loud so your cuck hear knows. WHO’S PUSSY IS THIS?”
“YOUR PUSSY!” Dawn hollered amid her ecstatic groans. “IT’S YOUR PUSSY, BABE! OOHHH . . . YOUR FUCKING PUSSY!”
I was jerking my cock faster and didn’t realise when I climaxed in my hand. I waited until they had finished fucking before rushing to the bed to clean my wife’s pussy.
That day was a defining moment in my marriage. Sad to say, it was the last great time of our lives. Dawn and I divorced months later, and she’s gone to be with Andrew. I was invited to their wedding, and now and then, if they seek a cuck to clean up their mess, I am only a phone call away.
