bicouple4202000:
Very intense story, she really cheated you good. Did you feel angst and regrets about it? My wife cheated too and I felt angst, but over time I accepted it and enjoy that she's a cheating whore.
That to me is one of the most intense things, not knowing everything, knowing things happened that you will never know about, being lied to and things covered up in regards to her naughty adventures.
It was her private affair, she was betraying you for other men and having her own passionate experiences. You were a sucker and she gave it all to other men behind your back.
My wife also took loads in her womb unprotected behind my back. It was sheer chance she didn't get pregnant.
Seems like your wife was a real tramp fucking all these different men.
My only real "cuckold angst" materialised a couple of days after my wife had been out with that young customer after work and ended up back at his place where they eagerly fucked 3 times before he let her come home. We'd discussed him a lot and I'd readily agreed to her suggestion that she could "train him up and teach him a few tricks" by seeing him once or twice a week, perhaps even stay overnight at his from time to time. We both liked the idea of her having a young "bit on the side". She texted him saying that she'd wanted a toy boy for awhile. He'd replied that she had one now and that she was going to get her brains fucked out.
A day or two later I became quite anxious and insecure. What if he was better in bed than me? Had a bigger penis? What if she left me for him, taking our kids with her? She assured me that I had nothing to worry about on those fears, but I still asked her not to see him again. Coupled to the fact that she hadn't seen him or heard from him since the night they'd fucked gave the impression that he'd got what he'd wanted (and very easily too after a couple of dr1nks) and had moved on, which made Debbie feel used, dirty and stupid. We had a few quiet days after that, me re-assuring her that no harm had been done with lots of cuddles and loving. He'd got what he'd wanted yes, but we'd both wanted to try it. I'd wanted my wife to have sex with him, she wanted to do it with a much younger guy (he was 23, her 35), so it was a win-win-win all round.
Little did I know at the time though that she'd already fucked my work colleague Mark a couple of months previously. He worked at a different site to me so I rarely saw him, but we had similar interests so Debbie had met him at events we'd attended. They got friendly, too friendly to my mind and we'd argued several times about it some 6 or 7 years before and I thought I'd nipped it in the bud. I fell out with him over a hidden phone bill I'd found with his number appearing dozens of times and a Christmas card from him and we'd both blank him at events but she'd obviously just got more devious and carried on seeing him as friends.
With my gradual persuasion and encouragement over at least 2 years, it seems like she decided to try Mark out first. He swears it was a one-off with her almost insisting he fuck her and that once they'd done the deed she'd got dressed and left. Although he'd known me for years, thinking we'd split up like she'd told him, he admitted that he was keen to start fucking Debbie on a regular basis, but she didn't bother after that. He feels he was a kind of "trophy fuck", that she just wanted to be able to say she'd fucked him, maybe to get back at me for those rows we'd had about him a few years before. I wasn't particularly surprised to hear that they'd fucked. The only thing that did annoy me was him telling me that he'd gone into work that evening and straightaway told his best friend (who also knows me very well) that he'd spent the afternoon in bed with with Pete's missus. I was embarrassed to think that that guy has known all along and imagine every time he sees me he thinks of Mark fucking Debbie behind my back. I almost feel like telling him I know, just to make me feel better. Then again, maybe Mark has now told him I know anyway. Mark says it's shame we fell out and stopped talking after the rows over that phone bill. Had things been different and he'd known I was okay with Debbie having sex with other men, we could have arranged something whereby he'd have fucked her for me on a regular basis quite happily.
I was unable to coax Debbie back to cuckolding me for another 9 or so years - unless of course she was now getting laid without me knowing. At first she was adamant that she wouldn't "go down that road again", which later became a "maybe" and eventually a "are you sure you could handle it this time?" With the advent os the internet and social media and with us now seemingly older, wiser and stronger, Debbie soon embarked on making friends online, dating sites, etc. One of our friends's teenage s0n started chatting her up via Facebook Messenger, soon followed by a mate of his she'd never met, both keen to get into her knickers. She didn't fancy the teenager and said it was too close to home anyway, but his mate - a 28 year old security guard - had more luck, taking her out for a dr1nk one night and fucking her the next day and the day after at his flat.
Also via Facebook she got re-acquainted with Mick, another ex-work colleague of mine and very much a ladies man. He'd had his eye on Debbie from the first time he'd clapped eyes on her, with me in our works' social club bar. Mick had asked her out when he saw her alone, but she'd been a good girl then and declined his offer, though admitted years later that she'd been tempted and had been jealous when he'd briefly dated and fucked her younger sister. 20 years on she received a friend's request from him and soon they were messaging and texting each other all day, every day. I could see where this was heading. He'd fucked another colleague's wife, at least 2 female members of staff and the club's pretty blonde barmaid and I found myself agreeing to Debbie meeting him for a coffee or a dr1nk in town, despite our previous agreement that she wouldn't go with anyone I knew.
After two or three false starts and cancellations, she eventually went to see him at his house one Sunday afternoon whilst his wife was out. He'd suggested that it wasn't worth her wearing a bra or knickers, so off she went in a taxi wearing just a flimsy white top and a blue denim mini-skirt. I picked her up later with his cum still trickling down her inner thigh, again after we'd agreed she'd use condoms. At home it was clear that she'd been fucked well and fucked hard. Her pussy was gaping open, red and puffy, even hours later when the kids were in bed and we could get down to business ourselves. Perhaps he'd been excited to finally bed Pete's wife after 20 years of trying or maybe it was punishment for making him wait so long to fuck her.
As far as I knew, they only ever did it again once after that, a couple of months later when he'd left his wife and got himself a flat. Debbie had gone over to help set up his computer, but had ended up bent over his desk with her jeans and knickers yanked down and him unceremoniously fucking her from behind. Years later I finally plucked up the courage to add Mick on Facebook and eventually we chatted about Debbie. He revealed that they fucked on and off for 2-3 years until he'd moved away, even going away together for a week's holiday. I knew she'd been away, but not with Mick. I thought she'd gone to meet up with some other guy she'd been telling me about, but now know it was Mick. They'd fucked every day they were away, often 2 or 3 times, she'd readily admitted that, but not who, telling me it was Clark, a 25 year old paratrooper she'd met in Colchester and fucked several times.
Mick was quite happy to tell me all this, including how they'd come back and gone straight to the funeral of another mutual friend and workmate. No doubt people noticed then arriving and leaving together and knowing Mick's reputation assumed that Debbie was his latest conquest. Of course, they were right, but no-one ever mentioned to me at work.
Peter C
