Why Was I Not Angry When I Found Out My Wife Had Cheated?

Because I’d never been so turned on in all my life, that’s why.

In the summer of 2010 my wife was in a play where she had to make out with this handsome guy, I’ll just call him DB.

He was a cheesy guy, kind of a dumb guy, a funny guy, but most definitely a male model type in terms of looks.

My wife confided to me that they weren’t stage-kissing any more after about the seventh performance I watched that summer. That they were tongue kissing, in other words, really making out. And I confided that it turned me on to watch her making out with him.

The play ended and that was that. The next summer the play was being resurrected at a new theatre, and my wife and DB were the stars again.

It was during the rehearsals for this revival that it happened. I went out with my wife and some of the actors to a dance club. I knew these people well by now and they knew what was going on with my wife and DB. “They’re definitely hot for each other,” this actress Kim told me as we sat at the bar, while DB and my wife were dancing, with their hands all over each other there. It was a crowded, dark dance club. I pretended to go to the bathroom but instead I went to the edge of the dance floor where I watched them making out, and I saw that he put his hand under my wife’s sexy little black dress.

Why did I feel so excited then? She had been unleashed, you know. I don’t know why I could never feel that she was “unleashed” with me. It only worked with other guys. All year she had been doing this, with other guys in her drama program. They would dance and fool around. One time we had a party and she took this guy into the bedroom and he took off her shirt and sucked her tits but that was it. When she was tipsy she was off the hook sexually unleashed like that. And by now she knew it turned me on so she told me everything. Still she hadn’t gone all the way with any of these actors, just fooling around.

She came up to me at the bar later and confided that he had touched her pussy. “I made a hole in my tights,” she said.

I put my hand between her legs. She was so wet.

A little while later DB came up to me after they had been dancing and mauling each other some more. “What’s the deal with your wife, dude?” he said.

“She’s hot for you,” I said. “Fuck her hard and fuck her rough. That’s how she likes it.”

DB laughed.

“You guys are crazy!” he said.

But that’s what he did. We all went back to our apartment for whatever reason — drink some more?

I went to bed, leaving them together.

When I woke up it was morning and my wife was coming into the room from the shower. “How’s it going?” I said.

“Oh Colt,” she said.

“What? Were you naughty with DB last night after I went to bed?”

“Uh huh.”

“How naughty?”

“How naughty can you get?”

“Awesome!” I said. “How was it?”

“It was good,” she said. “Off the charts good. Maybe the sexiest sex I’ve ever had.”

Oh my God! My heart practically jumped out of my chest when she said that.

Why did I feel like this was so sexy? Why was I not mad?

My consciousness really exploded. I mean, we had been building up to this, and I had told DB I wanted him to fuck my wife. But still I was so surprised that it had gone all the way. And something in me really reacted to it. Like I started shaking, my teeth were chattering, and my heart was pounding. What had happened since I went to bed? I really wanted to know. But the first thing I did was congratulate her. I was proud of her for going all the way. She had been testing these waters for about a year of drama school, seeing how far she could push it with guys even though she was married, and now she had pushed it all the way.

So I wanted very badly to eat this pussy that had just been fucked. I don’t know why, but I did. And wow, when I put my wife on the bed and I ate her pussy, that was an experience. Because there it was, the evidence of her night of fucking, right there in her pussy. It was different. It had been like smashed and really worked out. It tasted raw, like he had really pounded her. And to experience this, only hours after the pounding, it was incredible. I mean, I knew my wife’s pussy. But this pussy was squashed and puffy. Like, I had told him to fuck her hard and he obviously had.

I think it meant a lot to her that I ate her pussy right away and gave her a nice orgasm, like I wasn’t mad and she hadn’t done anything wrong.

And here’s the thing. I jerked off as I ate her, and when I came, well, it was a revelation. The cuckold orgasm. The cuckold ejaculation. When the penis knows its been cheated on, it just goes crazy! The cum came shooting out of it like a rocket, one big explosion up into the air, another big explosion, five convulsions. Never experienced anything like it. It’s kind of a multiple orgasm, the way women seem to have them. It went on for a full thirty seconds and the room was covered in my cum. It was everywhere! Finally I stopped shaking and my teeth stopped chattering. Getting all that cum out had calmed me down.

So anyhow, if you are considering becoming a cuckold, this is what you have to look forward to. No matter what happens, I promise you that you have never cum like you are going to cum after your woman actually cuckolds you. I had fantasized about her cuckolding me many times, but when it REALLY happened. That was the bomb.

I’ll tell you the whole story as she told it and acted it out for me the next day. Later on that night, she got in that sexy black dress and reenacted the whole story in the living room where it had gone down.

“So we were making out and you had gone to bed. And I said I would go down and get some blankets from down in the other apartment for him. I stood up and he stood up and made out with me some more. Then he pulled my dress down and started feeling and sucking my tits.”

OK, so let’s stop there for a minute. There’s my lovely 24-year-old actress wife, with her black dress pulled down. There was no bra. Now her titties are there for DB to enjoy. The black dress, you see, will end up around her middle, pulled down from the tits, and up from the crotch. This is a sexy detail, I really enjoyed her body all through the re-enactment with this little black dress around her midriff, all that remained of her modesty. These details are everything to me, prized possessions that have brought me so much joy.

Also, now her tits are exposed, and nobody else is watching, so he’s probably kissing her a lot more intensely. And this is transitioning from fooling around to SEX. She’s probably a bit nervous. Especially if he puts his hand back between her legs and starts fucking her with his fingers. She pulls away. “OK, I’ll go downstairs and get you those blankets.” He’s going to sleep over, see, on the couch. And she straightens up her dress and goes to the apartment below to get the blankets.

This is one of the sexier parts for me, because she told me her thinking. “I’m thinking, I should either fuck him or stop fooling around with him like that, because it’s reaching a point it will be cruel not to fuck him, after letting him finger me and suck my tits and all that.” And she’s confused about what to do. She’s pretty sure she shouldn’t fuck him. So she comes back up with the blankets, and this is kind of cute. She tells me, he’s now sitting there in his underwear and he’s got a big hard on sticking up. And that makes her feel good about herself. Like she gave him that big boner.

She hands him the blankets, and he grabs her and throws her on the couch next to him and starts making out with her. She says, “Alright, I’ll give you a handjob, how’s that?”

“Good,” he says. “But you don’t have to. We can stop. Maybe we should stop.”

“No, I want to,” she says.

Now remember, I’m asleep in the other room. They have no idea if I’m going to wake up and walk in on them, so they’re talking in low voices. This handjob is going to be her way of giving him the consolation prize, you know, and not fucking him. He takes off his underwear and there it is, his big circumcised cock. She puts her hand on it and starts giving him a handjob, as he makes out with her and pulls that dress down again and starts rubbing her nipples, and putting his hand between her legs and rubbing there.

I wonder how she’s feeling now, as she touches this dick. This big hard dick that is not my dick, because mine is uncircumcised and his is not. She doesn’t really remember how to jerk off a circumcised dick, but she does her best. Then she lies back on the couch and he lies next to her and she keeps giving him the handjob while he fingers her.

Picture this, now, the black dress is pulled up to her midriff, and the big rip in her tights now makes like a window or a frame for her pussy. Picture her pussy there. She doesn’t have a lot of pubic hair, very thin dark hair above her beautiful pussy. And he’s fingering it. And she tells me something else as we re-enact this. (She put on those very same tights with the hole in them so I got the real picture!). He sneaks his finger behind her and fingers her butthole a bit as she rubs his cock. But he’s still not cumming. This handjob goes on for a while. They’re making out and moaning and then he says again, maybe we should stop, as he fingers her harder and harder and rubs her clit and it looks like she’s getting into it.

Now, picture this. He takes his penis and starts rubbing her clit with the head of his penis. She figures he’s just using this as a temporary substitute for his hand. And she’s getting into having her clit rubbed with this penis. Now he’s on top of her and he moves the head of his penis down just a bit. Now it’s right at the slit and he’s moving it around there. She doesn’t seem to be objecting. And then he slides it in and starts fucking.

So let’s pause here again at the beginning of the fucking. “OK,” she concludes. “We’re having sex. The handjob thing didn’t work.” She accepts that they are fucking. And the first thing she thinks is that it’s good to be just fucking someone, not your husband with all that baggage attached to the fucking, but just someone you don’t really care about, so it’s pure fucking and it’s fun.

Imagine that, the first new cock in her since we started going out and got married. He fucks her differently than I do. At the end of his thrust in, he powers up somehow in a way that she finds satisfying. Remember, I told him to fuck her hard and this is what he’s doing. And he’s occasionally making these DB stupid faces with his lips, like he’s some kind of cool guy. She ignores those, and enjoys the dick going in and then up like that. And that’s when he fucks her right up and over the back of that couch, like her back is lying on the top of the couch and her head is hanging behind the couch and her feet I guess must be up on the couch and it’s kind of an acrobatic and really open to being fucked position she finds herself in here at the beginning of the fucking.

So I guess this was the culmination of maybe a year of foreplay for these two, because remember they had been making out on stage the summer before in the play. And at the cast party for that play she had planted one on his lips.

“I kissed him like this,” she had told me, and she showed me the sexy kiss she gave him.

Then that next summer they had been making out on the stage during rehearsals. Then that night at the club he had been fondling her and fingering her. And remember, I had told him, “I want you to fuck her.”

And now he was getting it, this piece of ass he had been petting for a year. It must have been good for him. I know it was good for her. She wasn’t lying there thinking, “I’m cheating on my husband.”

This is what she said: “I felt like it was a threeway because you had been watching us all night, and even though you were asleep now I felt like you were still watching us.” She told me as we re-enacted this acrobatic position they found themselves in.

Then she re-enacted her first orgasm. I think with me it must have been “staged” not real, you know. But in that position, suddenly she pulls her thighs up to her chest and lets out a suppressed yell — remember they don’t want to wake anybody up. And her face contorts. I’m fucking her the way he was fucking her, and it feels good to make her face contort and her thighs jerk up like that and then to hear her go, “Oh, oh oh, oh, god!” It was so good to see that. That fucker, he made her cum good.

Let’s pause there. Think, he gives her a vaginal orgasm. At this point in our marriage I had rarely succeeded in achieving this. Usually she orgasmed with oral sex. But this fucker, he gets her within ten minutes of their first fuck and makes her cum.

That really cuckolded me good, better than the fact that he fucked my wife, better than the fact that he fucked her hard. No. The fact that he gave her a nice big vaginal orgasm in that strange sex position and I saw how good it made her feel. I saw her face and I heard her, “Oh god!”

She was surprised by that orgasm, she told me. She didn’t really feel it approaching. And it unleashed her.

Now she was a mad woman. She wanted more of this juicy dude.

He got on the floor and she got on top of him and started fucking him hard and really fast. Like this.

(She showed me how she was fucking him on top. At this point the tights have come off, but she’s not totally naked, remember, she’s got this little black material of the dress around her midriff. And he’s feeling her tits and squeezing them hard — remember, I told him she likes it rough. He’s a good student. He grabs her ass cheeks really hard and just slams her down onto his cock over and over again. Then he squeezes her nipples, both of them at once, really hard. And then he kisses her gently and tells her to slow down and she slowly fucks him and it’s during this time when they are making out very romantically, and he is stroking her hair, and caressing her ass, that she is surprised.

Another orgasm! Again, her thighs go up the way they always do when she cums. And she cries out, “Oh! I’m cumming again!”

Now he’s really proud of himself.

Let’s pause. So now, she’s feeling like, well, if I’m going to cheat on my husband and violate my vows of monogamy, at least I’m having a good time and two really good orgasms. This is totally fun.

So she lies down on the floor, and this is when as he’s fucking her, he moves her ankles up onto his shoulders, so he can fuck her more deeply. He really rams her hard now. This must be when he really destroyed her vagina, with her ass kind of held up in the air by the ankles being up on his shoulders, so he’s really able to get in there deep and hard.

Let’s pause here and now and think about it. This time she KNOWS she’s going to cum again because it feels so damn good, in that position, with him putting that big circumcised cock so deep in her. She tells me she just felt all filled up, and filled with pleasure, and when he asked her, “Are you on the pill?” she knew what that meant — he was going to cum too. And that set her off. “No!” she cried and then came like crazy as he fucked her so hard. A little while after, after she’s stopped hollering, he pulls his dick out and shoots over her tits and some splashes onto her mouth and chin. She wipes it off.

“Sorry about that. It’s been a while,” he apologized.

“It’s OK,” she said, and then they just lay next to each other making out really, really deeply, I guess sending each other messages of appreciation for making each other cum the way they just had — the way her husband couldn’t make her cum quite so much. But he could. This sexy cheesy guy.

She woke up a little while later in his arms on the couch and the sun was coming up. She took a bath and then came into the bedroom where I was waking up. “Oh Colt…” she said. “Oh Colt…”

Oh Colt indeed. Little did she know, and little did I know, that at that moment a cuckold had been born. A cuckold who wanted more, more, and more of the same.

A cuckold who craved only one thing — for his wife to cheat on him and have tons of orgasms with other men.

Does that make sense?