Well, it happened to me. I first got with my wife Debbie in 1985 when she was 22 and I was 29. we eventually married and had two dau8hters together to go with the s0n I have by my previous marriage and her two s0ns from two previous relationships. How promiscuous she'd been since her teens had been gradually revealed and with me working shifts of one week early, one week late, Debbie developed a social life of her own. This might be going to bingo with friends, playing darts for a ladies team around local pubs and clubs or dr1nking at my works' social club bar.
She enjoyed male company as much as female and I came to realise that with a dr1nk inside her and knowing her past, some men, regardless of whether they knew me or not, would see Debbie as a pretty good candidate if they were looking for an easy lay. Whereas I'd been pretty possessive where my first wife was concerned (and the woman I'd lived with in between marriages) I found the thought of Debbie getting chatted up and being tempted by other men very arousing. Long story short, after at least 2 years of talking about it and some role-play in the bedroom, Debbie did eventually, in 1999, have sex with someone else, a much younger customer from the shop she worked in. I didn't handle the aftermath well though as the cuckold angst and insecurity kicked in and it was agreed that we'd stop.
I regretted my hasty reaction later though, hindsight being a wonderful thing. I should have held my nerve, let it develop and allow her the young "bit on the side" we'd both envisaged. My suggestions that we should try it again were met with an initial "We're not going down that road again", but gradually it became a "maybe", then a "Do you think you could handle it this time?" With my assertion that yes, I could, and with the advent of social media and dating sites, Debbie set about finding the variety we both thought she'd benefit from. Not all her prospects worked out, but she did get to be eagerly fucked by another two young guys, 25 and 28 (she was 44 by now) as well as an ex-work colleague of mine who'd been after her pussy for years and one of her mates's step-dad.
She got somewhat secretive though and I've never understood why. I knew all about the two young lads that had fucked her and that my old workmate had finally got what he'd wanted, but it was only years later after we'd separated and divorced that I found out about her friend's step dad and that my old colleague had fucked my wife on and off for 2-3 years, not the twice she'd told me about. I also discovered that just before she'd gone with what I thought was that first guy, she'd already been to see another work colleague of mine one afternoon and offered it to him on a plate. He'd known me for over 30 years so was shocked and a bit reluctant, but after Debbie lied to him saying we'd split up, any guilt he felt disappeared and he led her to his bedroom and fucked her. I've also learned that, bursting with excitement, he then went to work that evening and bragged to a mutual friend that he'd just spent the afternoon fucking Pete's wife. I knew they'd been friendly, too friendly at times I felt and we'd argued about him, so it wasn't much of a shock when he confessed 21 years later during a Facebook Messenger chat that yes, he had fucked my wife. Just that once, though he'd have liked it to have become a regular thing, especially if he'd have known I'd have been okay with it.
Our last year together we really drifted apart and we didn't have sex at all after one night I'd asked her if one of her young lovers had been better in bed than me. Silly question really as he was half my age and she didn't hesitate to confirm that, yes, he was. Much better in fact,a confession that caused me to ejaculate invo1untai1y on her belly and pretty much prove her point. We never had sex again, but her leaving me was still a shock. It turned out that my ex-colleague (always a ladies man) had also been fucking one of our neighbour's wives and she left her husband for him and moved away. Debbie would go along to make sure the dumped husband was okay and one night didn't come home. He was fucking my wife instead now and we were no doubt the talk of the street when Debbie moved in with him with me not batting an eye-lid. They've moved to another part of town now but are still together over 11 years later. He appears to keep Debbie on a tight rein though, wary of her past history for liking a different cock from time to time.
Peter C
