Cucked Up Pt. 01

"I've been fucking your wife for the last three months, and she fucking loves it!" Came the shocking confession from one of my oldest friends, Steve.

"Fuck you... You're lying." I replied.

"Oh yeah... Then whats this?" He snarled, showing me his phone.

I looked down to see several messages between him and my wife. I only read the last couple, which were of them arranging to meet up on the following Saturday night. I felt sick seeing a message from my wife to him, saying she was looking forward to it, and with kisses at the end.

I looked at him and shook my head. "You cunt." I said and I turned to walk away.

Steve was as drunk as I'd ever seen him. "Is that all you're going to say?" He slurred. I ignored him and continued walking in the direction of my house.

I don't even remember how we got to that moment. We had been out drinking all day and it was the early hours of the following morning. The rest of our friends had gone home and it was just Steve and I stumbling back from the pub.

As the night wore on Steve seemed in the mood to provoke me, he disagreed with everything I said, but when I didn't bite he started to get personal. Eventually culminating in him confessing to me that he's been fucking my wife.

I don't know if he had planned to tell me, but he had been unusually spiteful towards me all day. Earlier, in the pub I was taking a piss in the toilet when he came in and stood next to me.

"It hasn't grown much has it... since we were kids I mean." He said, looking down at my cock and laughing.

"Fuck off." I replied, brushing it off as if I wasn't that bothered.

I had a peek at his cock as he stood next to me pissing into the trough. I didn't need to, I'd seen it many times and I knew it was massive. I'd always felt more than a bit inferior to him.

So that, along with a few other jibes, seemed to be the catalyst in him telling me he'd been sleeping with my wife.

I stumbled along with Steve shouting insults at me from down the street. The rain had begun to fall harder and it felt like a scene from a movie. I was crying at the thought of my unfaithful wife fucking my supposed friend, while that supposed friend was shouting things like "needle dick," at me as he presumably trying to provoke me into a fight.

Looking back, I think he was being so horrible because he had been feeling guilty, either way it hurt like a bitch.

I crawled into bed next to my wife, cold and wet from the rain. She stirred and put her warm arm out to touch me. "Did you have a good night?" She asked.

"Not really." I replied.

"Oh really... why? She asked.

I wasn't going to say anything until the morning as I was drunk and I knew that it wouldn't make for the most coherent conversation, buy as she was awake and inquiring about my night, I decided to tell her what I'd found out.

"Well Steve told me you've been fucking him for the last three months, which wasn't exactly the nicest thing to hear." I said

Jo sat up and looked at me. Her beautiful big eyes were deep and serious, her long dark eyelashes flickered in the half light as she swept her hair from her face "Oh.." she said. I looked her in the eyes.

"Why?" I asked in a disappointed tone. I was surprisingly calm for someone who had just found out his wife had been cheating on him, and I think it bothered Jo.

"I don't know," She said, tears filling up her eyes. "Oh my god...,I'm so sorry."

I couldn't help but feel stupidly attracted to her in that moment. I could see a nipple poking out of her silk night dress as she held her hands to her face and wept.

"How did it happen?" I demanded to know.

"I can't even begin to tell you...." She gulped. "I.... I'm so sorry." She cried.

"It's the least I deserve, to know the truth... I'm going to go and sleep downstairs and in the morning I want you tell me everything." I said, again very calmly.

"Don't, please... stay here with me." She said, sobbing uncontrollably by this point. She put her hand out to touch mine, but I pulled away and got up off the bed. "please?" she begged.

"Not tonight." I said, walking towards the door. "Like I said, in the morning you tell me everything so I can gain some understanding of what the fuck has happened to us... Then we'll go from there."

"What do you mean go from there?" she cried. "Are you going to leave me?"

"I don't know yet." I said as I walked out of the room and left her there crying to herself.

The bright sun hurt my heavy eyes as it peeked through the curtain of the front room. My head was pounding and the realisation of what had happened hit me like a brick. I lay there for a half an hour before the door slowly creaked open and my wife timidly walked in. "Morning," she said in an almost apologetic tone.

Jo looked a mess, her dark hair all dishevelled, heavy eyes like my own, but still naturally sexy, even at her worst. She was still in her short silk night dress which barely covered her arse cheeks and as she sat down next to me I got the briefest glimpse of her cunt.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" she asked.

"Yes please." I replied. I couldn't help but look at her pert little arse as she walked out of the room. I was confused as to what I was actually feeling. In all

honesty I felt more attracted to her than I'd ever been and I think it had something to do with knowing that someone else wanted her as well, like she'd become a sex symbol or something.

She returned with two cups of tea and perched herself on the couch where I'd been sleeping. I sensed that she was ready to talk. "Go ahead." I said. "tell me everything."

Jo took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. "Okay, I made a huge mistake and I didn't know how to end it with him." She said. "I slept with him three months ago, when you were away with work. We met in the pub, I was drunk, he came on to me and I stupidly let him kiss me, then one thing led to another and I ended up going back to his place... and... well...."

"Go on." I said nervously, eager to know more, but at the same time feeling like covering my ears.

"Well I woke up the next day and instantly regretted it... I told him we could never speak about it because it could ruin my marriage. But he kept on saying he wanted me again and he basically blackmailed me. He said that he'd tell you everything if I didn't fuck him again, there and then."

"So you fucked him again the next morning?" I said, my heart beating faster. Jo nodded listlessly

"Fucking hell." I found myself saying. "And the next time?"

"Not for a few weeks, I thought that was that but he kept asking to see me, so I met him after work one night when you were out somewhere."

"And you fucked him again?"

"Yes," she said with her head bent low.

"How many times have you fucked him in the last three months?" I asked, feeling the anger building inside me.

"Oh... I don't know... not that many."

"Give me a ball park figure." I demanded.

"Um..." she stuttered nervously, trying to skirt around the subject. "I don't know."

"HOW MANY?" I barked.

"Twenty," she said, "maybe less"

I sat back and closed my eyes, trying somehow to come to terms with the fact that my so called mate had stuck his dick in my wife twenty fucking times.

We sat in silence for what seemed like an age, before I finally asked her the question I'd been dying to ask. "Did you like it?"

Jo just looked at me as if the words wouldn't come out. "Answer me," I said in a more assertive manner.

"I don't know... it was different I guess.", She replied.

"Tell me the truth... You fucked this guy twenty times and you don't know if you enjoyed it?" I said, getting more annoyed at her evasiveness.

"It was okay," she replied, not giving much away.

"How big is his dick?" I asked, noticing that she was becoming more uncomfortable with my questions.

"I don't know, I didn't measure it," she said, tutting under her breath.

"Is it bigger than mine?" I probed further, knowing the answer to that question for a fact.

"God, I don't know for fucks sake," she yelled.

"Yes you do." I barked back at her, trying to get some honesty out of her. "I asked you for the truth, the least you can do is be honest with me after all you've done."

"What do you want me to say... that he's got a big dick and I enjoy fucking him? Is that what you want to hear?" She yelled.

"If that's the truth then yes. I just want honesty, else we may as well forget everything." I said, looking deep into her eyes. "Is that the truth?"

She paused for a second. "Yes... thats the truth," she said biting her bottom lip as if to ask for forgiveness. "I'm sorry."

It was as if someone had reached inside me and ripped my heart out, yet at the same time I felt more attracted to her than ever before. I didn't know if I wanted to slap her or fuck her.

The fact was the more I thought about my wife getting fucked by my friend, the more I found myself getting aroused by it. I wanted to know details, I wanted to know everything, but I was still angry and hurt by their deceit.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked her. "Do you want to see him again?"

"No. I want to fight for my marriage, I want to do everything in my power to repair what I have wrecked." She began to sob again. I tenderly put my arm around her and she nestled her head into my chest. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry." She cried. "Say we'll get through this!?"

"I really don't know." I told her. "A lot would have to change".

The next few days went by and I was distant with her, I didn't give her any kisses or tell her I loved like I usually would, I slept downstairs, away from her, because I wanted her to know how much she'd hurt me.

I got a few missed calls from Steve, and eventually a message apologising profusely for what he'd done, All of which I ignored.

However I knew in my mind that I wouldn't leave my wife, I knew I'd forgive her and the main reason I knew this is because I wasn't angry with the fact she fucked someone else.

I wouldn't have been angry if she told me she wanted to fuck someone else, the pure thought of it made me feel something strange, something new that I couldn't put my finger on, I actually began to enjoy the thought of her with another man. I was just so god damn pissed off that she felt the need to lie to me, her husband.

Every night until the following weekend I went to bed early, downstairs. I told her I wanted to be alone and I didn't want to spend the evenings with her. She would go upstairs to bed alone. What she didn't know of course was that every night that week I masturbated to the thought of her fucking my friend.

She was absolutely gutted and kept asking me if I was going to file for divorce or get a place of my own. I let her stew until Friday and I decided we needed to have a drink together.

Eight o-clock came and Jo came in to say goodnight. She was just wearing one of my hoodies, which covered half of her bare arse and her frontage.

I told her to sit down and I poured us both out some wine. As she perched herself on the couch I could see she had a pair of black, frilly knickers on as the hoodie rode up to her waist. She crossed her long smooth legs and rested her elbow on her knee.

We chatted, not about what had happened, but about general stuff that we had missed talking about that week. Then eventually she asked "Are we going to be okay?"

"I need honesty, one hundred percent. I need you to tell me if I don't satisfy your needs, if you want to fuck someone else." I said. "I'm hurt by your deceit more than the thought of you fucking him."

Jo smiled, a look of relief came over her face. "I swear I will never lie to you again, I will never cheat on you. I'm so sorry. I will do anything, absolutely anything you ask."

I looked at my wife in a totally different light, she was like a stranger, an extremely beautiful and sexy stranger nonetheless.

"Tell me what you did with him." I asked her. "I mean describe it to me, I want details." I said, looking her in the eye as seriously as I could.

"Come on," Jo replied, shaking her head in disbelief. "Don't do this to yourself. I just want to forget it."

"Okay, I'll go to bed now then, you can leave the room." I said finishing the last of my wine and screwing the lid back on the bottle.

"Please," she said. "Can't we just talk about something else?"

"I told you what I wanted to talk about, if you're not willing to discuss it then we're done."

"Okay, we can discuss it if you want, but please, only if it will help!?" She said.

"Go on then... start at the start, I have all night."

Jo puffed out a breath of air. I was so attracted to her in that moment, she looked even more sexy in the dimmed light of the room. Her dark hair fell over her eyes slightly and she nervously blew it away from her face.

"Well... that first night went back to his. I was drunk and I'd kissed him outside the pub, I can't remember exactly what happened but he invited me in and I accepted. I don't know if I really thought we were going to have sex or just chat, I wasn't thinking straight and I made a huge mistake."

"It was a huge mistake," I said, feeling oddly turned on in anticipation of what she may say next. "But you kept making it."

"I did," she said, looking down ashamedly.

"Then what?"

"We had sex." She said, looking at me with almost apologetic puppy dog eyes, which made my cock stir in my pants.

"Details." I replied. Jo looked away and started talking.

"We kissed... He unzipped my dress and touched my breasts. I liked his touch, it was different, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I kept telling myself to make an excuse and go, but one thing led to another and soon he had his hand on my pussy." She said, all the time looking away and avoiding eye contact with me. "I let him finger me... it felt good, it was something taboo that I knew I shouldn't be doing and it gave me a rush."

I felt my cock stiffen up in my pants at her confessing her sins to me, I think she could tell I was enjoying hearing it because I noticed her posture loosen up and language change.

Jo looked at me lustfully, I looked back at her, deep in her beautiful eyes. "Please continue." I encouraged her.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "It's like I'm torturing you."

"I'm sure... and you're not torturing me by telling me about something you enjoyed. If you tell me you hated every second of it, that would be torture to hear. I cant be angry by my wife enjoying herself, only by her lying and keeping things from me." I told her.

I'd had a couple of glasses of wine by this point and I felt like I didn't care what she thought of me anymore. Like I didn't care if she thought I was weird for enjoying her describing herself fucking another man, after all she had done it. "Please continue.." I requested.

"I unzipped his jeans and felt inside," she said, finishing her glass of wine and pouring another. She took a long gulp of her drink and continued. "It was hard, and... well, you know...quite." She couldn't bring herself to say it, and for some warped reason I need to hear it.

"No, I don't know." I lied. "Tell me."

"Jesus, are you getting off on this or something?" She asked in a confused tone.

"What if I am?" I replied, feeling a little giddy. I couldn't believe that I was basically admitting to my wife that her infidelity turned me on.

"Fuck it, if it's really what you want to hear." She took a deep breath. "It was massive." She said, looking at me nervously from the corner of her eye. "Like huge." She put her hands a certain distance apart to show me his length."

"And how did it feel?" I encouraged her.

"Good... it felt fantastic, I couldn't wait to feel it inside me." Jo confessed. "I'm so sorry you have to hear this, but I just had to suck it."

"Wow." I said, still not quite believing that I felt so turned in by it. Jo couldn't believe it either, she practically necked her second glass of wine and poured the small amount left in the bottle into her glass.

"We need more wine if you want me to continue." She said, breaking into a semi nervous giggle.

As I stood up and walked out of the room to get another bottle, I had to adjust my trousers to hide my erection. When I walked back in with a new bottle Jo told me she had noticed I was hard.

"Do you want me to take care of that thing for you?" she asked. I was so confused, I wanted to punish her, but at the same time I wanted her so badly. I looked into her eyes.

"Not yet," I said. "I'm enjoying your confession, I just need more details, I want to hear exactly how he made you feel. Don't worry, I can take it." I told her.

I could tell she was feeling drunk by now and I knew it would make her less inhibited. "I took him in my mouth! It had been a long time since I sucked a cock other than yours and I hadn't had a big one like his since I was a teenager." She said. "God it felt big between my lips. I sucked him for a few minutes and tasted his pre-cum. I took as much of it as I could in my mouth, which was probably about half." She told me.

I know when she deep throats me she can get it all the way in, so this description made it all feel a bit more real.

"Before I knew it, he practically ripped my dress off me until I was naked. It was so fucking passionate." She said.

Any cares I had about what Joanne thought of me had vanished by this stage and I put my hand down my pants to feel my hard, inadequate cock.

Jo looked down at my crotch and smiled. "Babe," she said looking me directly in the eyes and pulling her hoodie up over her head to show me her her tits.

"Yes?" I replied, staring from her beautiful eyes to her beautiful pert tits and back several times.

"He bent me over and slid his massive cock inside my dripping cunt." She said, putting her hand on my upper leg and sliding it towards my crotch. I had to stop masturbating and hold myself from cumming at hearing this.

She forcefully pulled my hand out of my pants and stuck her own hand down there. "I think I came before he even had it half the way in." She told me, gripping my balls tightly. "You know how I love a good vaginal orgasm." She said, beginning to stroke my cock.

"Fuck," I said, totally in awe of her at that moment. "Stop." I told her, trying desperately not to cum.

"Stop what?" She said, taking control of me in more ways than one. "Stop describing how wonderful it felt to have your friend's huge penis inside me, or stop what I'm doing to you?"

"Fuck it, don't stop." I changed my mind, and Jo began to jerk my cock quicker.

"As you wish," she said, gripping my cock tightly and twisting it as she jerked.

"Tell me more!" I begged.

"Well he sunk his cock so deep inside me I just kept cumming and cumming. I was in a permanent state of orgasm for about fifteen minutes. Then eventually he pushed my head into the pillow and began to cum inside me." She said, looking deep into my eyes as she stroked me.

"No condom?" I managed to somehow ask. A question I'd been dying to know the answer to.

"No condom!" she said, shaking her head and biting her lip seductively. With that I shot a huge load of cum out of my cock, over her hand and my belly. Jo gripped tighter and coaxed every drop of semen from my cock, massaging my balls as she jerked me. She circled her finger around my arse hole to give me that heightened pleasure, as she always would.

I collapsed back on the sofa like I'd never felt anything like it and watched Jo lick her hand clean of my jism. She sucked it off her fingers and came towards me. I could see a drip of my cum hanging off her bottom lip. "Kiss me," she requested slowly edging her head towards mine.

We kissed passionately for a few blissful minutes, I could taste the saltiness of my own semen on her lips as she put her tongue in my mouth, before the sudden reality kicked back in and I started to feel shameful again. Joanne held me tight as I began to cry. "I love you." She said.