I had been down that road before with another married woman that I had been fucking on a regular basis. She was beginning to feel the same way and after a good heart to heart one afternoon we agreed to end it. There were children involved as well as a large family business. It would have been messy for her to leave him for another man and there was the fact that we may not have lasted. Affairs are one thing, but uprooting your life for another relationship can have disastrous consequences.
I settled down to some research on cuckolding. I was amazed at the number of websites dedicated to it. I was also amazed at the number of dating sites dedicated to it as well. I browsed some of them and was astounded at the number of men who were looking for other males to share their wives or girlfriends with. Of course, I was aware that many of them may not be genuine; some were obviously fantasists and some fakes but there would be many of them who were genuine. In some ways it was frightening.
As I started to get into the psyche of those males I began to realize that most of them genuinely loved their wives; worshipped them in fact, but there was some fatal flaw inside that made them want to share. It seemed to be a form of masochism. They loved their wives; suffered the extreme pains of jealousy and yet got some form of sexual excitement from seeing their wives make love with other men.
I found it hard to understand but I could now see things through Jim’s eyes. He loved Mary, that was obvious, but he had got enjoyment from me fucking her. I also began to wonder just how far this humiliation would take him. There were some extremes in the humiliation of the cuckold. Some husbands liked to dress up in women’s clothing while their wives were with another man; some liked to be beaten up by the other man and others liked to be made to do humiliating things. I could never imagine letting another man suck my cock but to be made hard by the husband just before entry his wife? I could not be sure.
I was just starting to get into when my mobile rang; it was Ruth, a married woman I had picked up in one of the town’s hotels a couple of months ago. She was attending a lecture in one their conference suites there and I was there to meet with some potential clients. My meetings had finished and I went to the bar to get a drink before heading home. I spotted her waiting at the bar. It was a busy evening. I noticed a couple of guys trying to hit on her and she was trying to avoid them. I couldn’t blame the guys since she was attractive, even if she came across as a little aloof. She had a nice figure as well but her skirt length looked a bit old fashioned.
I edged up close to her and managed to attract the barmaid’s attention before she did. As she focused on me I pointed to the woman and said, “This young lady was here before me.”
I saw the smile come to her face and she quietly thanked me before ordering a white wine spritzer then she turned to me and asked me what I wanted, “You might have to wait awhile before you get served,” she told me.
I thanked her and asked for a red wine but I already had my wallet out and I insisted that she let me pay. We found a table and sat together; chatted; had dinner and then I went with her up to her room. She had never done anything like this before but on that night she was at a vulnerable stage. She was tired of getting passed over for promotion by her less qualified male colleagues and she and her husband were going through a bad patch. That night she wanted to forget that she was a wife, mother, homemaker and employee; Ruth wanted to be herself. We fucked long and hard into the night.
Three weeks later there was another conference and she rang me. We fucked long and hard into the night once again and parted next morning with the promise of more things to come.
I lifted my mobile to my ear with anticipation.
“I will be in town on Tuesday,” she said, “another conference.”
“Mmmmm,” I murmured.
“Well actually that’s a lie,” she confessed, “I have told my husband that, but I am having a couple of days off work.”
“Be careful, Ruth, that he doesn’t catch you out,” I told her.
“He won’t even bother to check,” she said.
“So,” I said, “You want...?”
“Fucking.” She said quietly.
I could almost see the shy look on her face.
“You won’t be wearing tights this time will you?” I asked her. “You know what happened last time!”
I was referring to how had I struggled to pull them down and in the end I got exasperated and just pushed up her skirt and ripped them from her. She gasped but I saw that she enjoyed it. I ripped off her panties as well, tore them in half. She groaned. I grabbed her by the wrists and held her hands down above her head and fucked her. She orgasmed time and time again. Afterwards she told me it was the best fuck she had ever had.
“And what will happen if I do wear tights?” she asked me.
“I will punish you,” I told her.
“How...how will you punish me?” I heard her say breathlessly.
“I will spank you,” I told her, “hard!”
There was silence.
“Could I stay...could I stay with you instead of the hotel, please?”
“It will cost you,” I told her.
I could hear her heavy breathing.
“What will it cost me?”
“You will be treated like a whore,” I told her.
I could hear her sigh.
“Where are you?” I asked her.
“On my bed,” she replied. “He’s out shopping with the girls.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Jeans, top,” she responded, “bra and pants.”
“Take down your jeans.” I told her.
I heard her in the background taking them down.
“Done,” she said.
“Now your panties,” I told her.
Once again I heard her removing clothes.
“Now play with yourself Ruth,” I told her, “I want to hear you cum. I want you to think about what I am going to do to you on Tuesday night, you filthy little whore.”
I heard her gasp and then I heard her breathing heavy. I could imagine her lying there frantically rubbing her clitty and I could hear not just her breathing getting heavier but also her moans getting louder and louder.
“That’s it Ruth,” I said softly, “I’m going to strip you and spank you hard and then fuck you like the whore you really are.”
Her cries were that loud I had to hold the phone away from me.