Hypocrite or Cuckold

I loved her pussy I always had. When she was needy, smelling her heat would drive me crazy with desire. Tasting her always made me ready to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her pussy was my perfect appetizer and dessert. Now there was nothing erotic. Instead of a tight hole that required me to push hard just to penetrate her, was hole the diameter of an expensive pen. I stuck out my tongue and felt no tension until my lips were pressed fully into her. As my mouth explored her womanhood, her outer lips seemed puffy and when I licked too hard or tried to nibble on them she flinched away. Clearly the asshole who fucked her and not been gentle. As I pulled away to catch my breath I inhaled her deepest scent and the pungent smell that greeted me caused me to gag. As I tried to recover, she pulled my hair until I looked at her. The tears were still there as she said, "Its okay my love you don't have to do this?" "Yes I do, you need to know how much I love you" and with that I removed her hands and renewed my task. I licked and kissed and knew that the salty paste I was tasting was not from her. With a hard will I continued. Why did I continue? Because I loved her. Finally, when I had consumed all I could, I started licking and sucking on her clit. I did this for what seemed a long, long time, but eventually I felt her body shake just a little and I heard her say thank you. Hearing that that I crawled up to her and hugged her gently. As I did so, she softly thanked me and told me that she loved me and knew that I still loved her. I think I surprised her then, when I told her I wasn't finished because her pussy was still dirty. She gave me a bewildered look as I rolled onto my back and told her to sit on my face. Before she could respond I said "Cindy sit on my face. Right now you are still full of his fucking cum and I want it out of you." She didn't react right away, but when I started pulling her she quickly moved into position. I stopped her just before she could drop her pussy lips to my lips, and looking into her eyes said, "Cindy do not get off me until you have cum again. Do you understand?" She nodded and I pulled her towards me. I wish I could say I enjoyed this, but I didn't. I wish I could say she enjoyed it, but I don't think she really did. Eventually she had another small orgasm. As I felt her breath catch and her body shiver and tasted the last vile bit of her lover's semen as she pushed unto my tongue. With that, she lifted off me and laid down

After a minute or two I got up and replaced all of the blankets making sure she was covered. I even bent down, kissed her and whispered into her ear that I loved her. I then went to the Master bath, brushed my teeth twice and gargled half a bottle of mouth wash. I tried, I really tried not to, but after my first gargle I started vomiting and once I saw what was coming up out of my body, the strength of my spasms got much worse. A few minutes before sunrise I too crawled into bed with my wife and her clean pussy. For the first time since we had been married, we fell asleep in the same bed without one of us spooning the other.

6 weeks ago she had told me that if I would let her continue fucking her lover our life would continue as before. Well she was wrong. As I lay there hoping for sleep I knew for certain that nothing would ever be the same.

I woke Thursday to the smell of bacon and realized that Cindy was determined to carry on with this charade. So I showered, dressed, ate breakfast and headed out to work. Well that's what she thought anyway. What I really did was call in sick and drove over to John's place. John and I had become close friends when I was 15 and there were few major events in our lives that we hadn't shared in some way. It was early in the morning when I knocked on John's door but I knew he would be home. John had made a lot of money as an OB-GYN and had retired 10-years earlier. He had been married only once and that had ended in a nasty divorce two years earlier. When the door opened John was a bit surprised to see me but invited me in. He poured me a cup of coffee and handing it to me he asked, "What the hell is wrong and how can I help." Lifting the cup in his direction I told him "Thanks for the coffee and the offer. I think I'm going to need both." We chatted for a little less than hour. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the complete truth but I did ask for the name of the divorce lawyer he had used. He refused to give the name or number, instead he went to the yellow pages and when he returned he handed me a post it with a name and number on it. "Steve, I really hope you don't need a divorce lawyer, but if it comes down to it. Call this woman. She was my ex-wife's lawyer." I thanked him and headed out telling him I had a lot of things to do. He just nodded.

Leaving John's I drove to my bank where I set up a personal savings and checking account in my name only. I than transferred the majority of the funds from the joint accounts in the new ones. I left enough to cover the monthly bills. Next I called the number written on the post it note and arranged an appointment for 1pm. Credit cards were next as I opened new ones in my name and arranged for the joint cards to have a lower credit limit. Now it was 11:30 so I enjoyed a casual lunch at Hooters and went to meet my lawyer.

At 1:00pm sharp a petite blonde with wearing a soft blue dress walked me into a large richly appointed office and introduced me to Susan Meyers. She reminded me of a formal version Sarah Palin, but that image was shattered when she started talking to me in sharp crisp tones. I spent the next 10 minutes explaining why I needed her services and she spent the next 10 getting the entire story from me. Before leaving her office at 2:30 I had accomplished my 3 objectives: Susan had agreed to take my case and represent me should I pursue a divorce action; I had engaged the private detective she recommended; I was beginning to feel like I did have some control of my own destiny.

Next up was Dr. Louis. As usual he was running a bit behind but by 5:00 I was at Walmart paying for my new Viagra prescription. Finally before returning home I drove over to Condom Sense where I purchased a package of 12 unlubricated scumbags and a 5oz bottle of "All night long erection" cream. I laughed when the girl selling it, told to me to use only a small amount and to keep it away from my wife's clitoris as it would also desensitize her.

I walked through the door at 6:00, to find Cindy cooking. She smiled as if the world was just and asked why I was home so earlier. I told her because I need a hug and kiss, then walked up to her and gave her the first and received the second. The rest of the night and the following week continued the same way. Cindy working hard to maintain the illusion that I was the only man in her life and me working just as hard to convince her was content with the illusion.

While eating lunch the following Friday my cell phone rang displaying the name Rick Hammer. Rick was the PI that Susan had recommended and he was living up to her praises. Rick informed me that during 4 of the last 5 days Cindy had gone to house of one Bill Jackson. Twice during her lunch break staying not more than 30 minutes inside. The other two visits were 2 to 4hours each and occurred between the time she left the school and when she returned home. He told me that he had excellent pictures of her entering and leaving as well as some good quality images of what she was doing inside. He asked me if wanted video of any future visits and I told him yes. He then asked me where I should send the pictures he now had. I told him to forward them to Susan and that I hoped I would never have to see them. He seemed to understand. But before he could end the call I instructed him to call me the next time she left his house after spending 2 or more hours to dig up everything he could on Mr. Bill Jackson.

In the coming days, maintaining normalcy was very difficult for me and I was a bit irritated by how easy Cindy made it look. Around 5:30 on Tuesday I received the call I was waiting for from Rick. Getting off the phone I sat down and reviewed my plans for the coming night, then reviewed them again. When my desk clock showed 6:30 I headed home.. to my loving wife.

Cindy was finishing up her stir fry when put my arms around her, nuzzled her neck and told her softly how sexy she was. Her smile grew and she playfully told me to sit down and eat.

The rest of the night I made sure to compliment her and made a couple suggestive comments. Nothing extreme but just enough to let her know I was feeling horny. She announced it was time for bed around 9:30 and disappeared into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed I went to the den and pulled out the hidden bottle of Viagra and swallowed a 100mg tab. 30 minutes later I followed my wife to bed.. Tonight instead of changing into pajamas, I just walked over to the bed, quickly stripped and crawled in next to my wife. She responded by rolling into my arms and pressing her lips to mine. I took my time to tease her, using my lips and hands and everything I knew about her to raise her excitement. I must have done something right, because it was only a short time before I felt her hand start to caress my cock and balls. She broke our kiss and smiling said, "poor baby, your cock is like a rock". Considering that Cindy is a beautiful woman, that I hadn't been properly fucked in almost 4 months and the Viagra, I shouldn't have been surprised by this statement but I was. Still I managed to respond, "If it is, it's all because of you." Hearing that she returned to the kiss and a good one it was. It was then I let my hand wander down to her pussy, again I didn't try to slip into her panties I simply started rubbing her sex through the thin material. Want to guess what my fingers discovered? That's right she was soaked, if possible even more than last time. I let me fingers linger, caressing and teasing her then I stopped and looked at her. When she looked back at me, in a very soft voice I said, "Cindy you are soaking wet." No reaction, so I continued. "The last time I felt you this wet I thought it was for me only to find out that wasn't the case. Cindy is all this wetness because you want me or am a teasing another dirty pussy."

There was a long silence and as she looked away I heard say "It's a dirty pussy Steve, I'm so sorry." I pulled her face back to me and told her to look at me. Then I said "Cindy I haven't felt your tight pussy around my cock in 4 months. Any reason other that it's dirty that I shouldn't fuck you right now." Her face broke into a big grin and she said no other reason, then kissed me hard. As we continued to kiss we managed to get her panties off and I started to slip my fingers in her. Just like last time she felt loose to me and more gooey than slick. As I started to move my body her legs parted in anticipation. When I left the bed and opened the bathroom door she asked what I was doing. As I opened the box and then the foil packet I told her I was getting a condom.

Reacting as expected I heard "A condom! Why do you need a condom? You have never used one with me? Why do you need one now?" I let the question hang in the air as I finished rubbing the desensitizing cream over my cock and finished with a hard squeeze into the condom before pulling it on my hardon. As I applied even more to the outside of the condom I told her that I to use one now. When she asked why, I re-entered the bedroom and looking at her.. I told her for the sake of our kids. She didn't understand so I told her that once I realized she was letting the other man in her life fuck her bareback I also realized that she was at risk for STD's even god forbid HIV. So I assumed the issue of safety was now my responsibility. She looked a bit hurt but didn't say anything. So I started stroking my latex covered dick and said, well "Ready or not here I cum." She smiled at that and opened her legs for me. I moved between her legs and although I really wanted to just ram fuck her right there I didn't. Instead I took 5 minutes to tease her with my cock. I rubbed it up and down her open, dripping slit. Then I laid on top of her and slowly thrust my cock up along her slit and down. I ground into her, making sure in the process that the cream was in all the right places. As soon as I realized my dick was almost numb, I entered her and began fucking her. Watching her face as I entered her, I could tell this was not the fucking she expected. I spent the next 15 minutes thrusting hard and soft, fast and slow. Looking down my cock was still pointing straight out from my body, but I couldn't feel a thing. This wasn't fucking this was just exercise. After another few minutes my wife asked me if I was getting close. My soft reply to her was "No" and I stopped moving. Then looking into her eyes, I asked her if she enjoyed her earlier fucking and before she could respond added "remember you promised to tell me only the truth.", she started grinding on me, thrusting up at me, but I didn't move or respond. "Cindy did you?" with a defeated look she said "yes I did" and then she looked away. After a heartbeat or two I resumed my thrusting pushing down to meet her upward force. Then I went all out, fucking her as hard and as fast I possibly good. I had no interest in coming, hell I could feel a thing. I did want to punish her physically. I wanted her pussy to be bruised and sore. I wanted to see her in pain as she tried to walk tomorrow. At the end my exertions I was dripping sweat and breathing hard and then I stopped for the second time and looked at her. "Cindy, are you enjoying this?" she looked at me and started moving beneath me and said, "yes baby, I am, you're so big and hard and the passion your showing, I am enjoying this a lot." I continued to look at her and then said. "Why are you lying to me? Why?", she started to protest but at this point I was ready to show her what she was doing to us, so I pulled out and stood up. When I did, she said, please baby don't stop, you are still so hard you need to cum in me baby." I looked at her and could feel a very evil smile cross my face. Yes, my whore wife, I do need to cum and I so wanted to cum in your pussy tonight. I wanted to see you cum on my dick too. I wanted to prove that I could still satisfy like a man, but it seems I failed. Do you want to know how I know you are lying to me when you tell you are enjoying it?" she shook her no, so I told her anyway. "I know you are lying because my rock hard cock as you called it, couldn't even tell it was in a pussy. Fucking you tonight was like dry humping air. Even when I moved around inside you the only time I knew you were there was when my pelvis could feel the contact with yours. But my dick?".. she turned away, so using her hair I forced her to look at me. I knew you weren't enjoying it because you couldn't feel my cock in your pre-fucked pussy could you? Could you?" She hugged me and started crying and in between her sobs I could hear her repeated "no, no.. I couldn't feel you" I let her continue for a while then I pushed her back down, kissed her cheek and told her to get some sleep. I laid down too, pulled up the covers and went to sleep. For the first time since The Dinner, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I got up early and snuck off for work before Cindy woke up. At lunch time I went shopping for a suitable make up gift. When I returned home dinner was ready and on the surface everything seemed normal. But I could tell that Cindy was having a hard time pretending everything was ok. Later when she went off to bed, I poured two glasses of wine and took them to her along with a nicely wrapped box. With a thankful smile she accepted the wine and took a sip. I offered her the box told her not to open it. She asked me what the occasion was and I told her. "Last night didn't turn out so well for either of us did it?" she just shook her head. "Cindy do you realize that there is no hope for us if things continue as they are?" her eyes got wide and I continued "Since I agreed to be your cuckold I have twice tried to make love to you and both times you were, to use your words, dirty. And last night I got the answer to the last question you told me to think about." She asked "what question are you talking about?". "Remember when I asked you if he was bigger than me and you told me to be sure I wanted the answer? Well last night I was given the answer to a question I never really asked." Looking confused she asked what I meant. "Cindy, your pussy was so loose and gaping that even at my hardest I couldn't feel the walls of your cunt and you couldn't feel me in you no matter what I did. That tells me that your other man must be very large indeed? Is he black by any chance?"

"Steve he's not really much bigger than you, really don't think that way?" "My wife, there is nothing to think about, last night put fact to what had only been fear."

"As I thought about last night, I realized two things. The first is something you must have also realized. The longer you continue fucking this other man, the more likely you will be permanently stretched and neither of us will be able to find satisfaction in the other." "Steve, your just being silly, even if I was a bit stretched last night in a day or two I will be just as tight as you remember." I looked as her saying, "I hope your right".

"The second thing I realized is that I can't live with a third attempt to love you only to discover your pussy has already been used. So I have to ask you something before you open the gift. Why didn't you clean up your pussy before your came to bed. Surely you knew I wanted to make love to you, but each time you came to bed with a pussy full of his cum. Why didn't you just douche." She sipped her wine quietly for a minute and then "Honey, several years ago I developed a real love for cum. Didn't you ever notice that after you made love to me that I stopped getting up to go to the bathroom. I just laid in bed. I loved knowing your essence was in me and so I started keeping you in me as long as possible. After you fell asleep I would slip panties on and wear them all night. In the morning I would take them off, shower and wash the outside of my pussy but not the inside. Afterwards I would put on the dirty panties and wear the all day. It made me feel naughty and close to you at the same time."

"Are you telling me that you deliberately try to keep your pussy dirty for at least 24 hrs after a man has cum in you?" "Yes" she said? Does that rule apply to your ass and mouth as well? "To my ass yes, but not my mouth. The way I see it, when I swallow all that cum it's in my belly for at least a day, so I do brush my teeth."

"Well that is a surprise, still I think my gift will still work. You can open it if you want." Like most women she unwrapped the gift slowly, savoring the feel of the ribbon and texture of the paper. When she removed the lid, she glanced up to me with a smile and said, "They are beautiful, thank you." Inside the box were three chokers made out of cut glass. They were the kind of gift a 14 year old boy would buy for his first crush. It is not something a woman like Cindy would expect from her husband. The glass making up the first choker was a bright pink, the second a chocolaty brown and the third a bright red.

"Cindy in order to make sure I don't ever attempt to make use of you when you are already stretched out and dirty I want you to wear these chokers. I want you to put them on as soon as possible after your fuck hole has been used. If he cums in your pussy you are to wear the pink choker and you are to keep it on until your pussy has been thoroughly cleaned outside and inside. If he cums in your ass you are to wear the brown one and if you swallow his cum you will wear the red one. If two holes are used you will wear both chokers, if he uses all three holes you will wear all three chokers. Do you understand?"