We lay in silence for a few moments as we recovered. Holding each other, I looked at her to answer the question she had asked: "It was amazing; being cucked by you was more than my dreams could have imagined." She looked up at me from where she lay on my chest and smiled.

We got up moments later and showered together like newlyweds. Our hands were all over each other as we cleaned and caressed each other's bodies. We both smiled during the entire shower. What a way to start a weekend.

We did find ourselves discussing the situation throughout the weekend. Neither of us was scared to talk about it openly and honestly. We both agreed it was fun and exciting. The big question in my mind, though, was whether she would do it again. By the weekend's end, the answer was yes, she would.

Over the next week, we made love, had sex, fucked, whatever you want to call it we did it, and it was awesome. But as all good things do, this high ended too. Life slowly went back to normal. We still had sex as we always did, and my dreams were never far away. We talked, worked, and even occasionally discussed that weekend, but nothing close to that intimate night happened again for about a month.

My woman looked at me one night over dinner and said, "We've had a busy month. Not much time for us, so maybe on Friday we should go out for dinner, then drinks for a while."

I readily agreed with her and looked forward to Friday. Friday came quickly, and we got ready for the night together. We showered and dressed together. We cleaned up around the house before heading out to dinner just before 6 pm.

Dinner was great. We went to a steakhouse and very much enjoyed the meal. We talked and smiled the entire time. Life truly was good at that moment. I enjoyed our connection. As things wound down, we paid the check and headed for the bar down the street.

At the bar, we chose to sit at the bar top instead of a table. We thought we could chat and enjoy the evening from there. It wasn't long after we arrived, and on our second round, that I noticed my woman constantly looking in one direction with a small smirk on her face. I followed her gaze to see what had her smirking. Sure enough, she was smirking at a man who was obviously looking at her and smirking back.

He was younger, looking like a laborer by the way he was dressed. He had a burly figure and a scruffy face. Definitely a man's man type of person. He noticed me look his way and immediately looked away. I then looked at my woman and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and said, "Yes, he looks yummy."

I looked at her and said, "Maybe you should go talk to him then."

She replied, "No, I am here with you on our date night."

Time passed, and I caught her glancing in his direction more than once. Our conversation never dwindled, and I never felt ignored despite her obvious attraction to the stranger. We drank and chatted together for quite some time before she excused herself to use the restroom.

I sat there, glancing around and sipping my drink, when I realized the burly stranger was no longer at his table. I looked at my woman's empty chair, then at her drink, heavy with condensation. I wondered to myself, "How long has she been gone using the restroom?" It dawned on me that it had been about twenty minutes since she excused herself.

Several more minutes passed before she returned. She looked a little flushed but sat down and said, "Sorry, that took longer than I expected."

I asked, "Is everything alright? You were gone quite a while."

"Yes, everything is very good now," she said.

I looked at her with curiosity in my eyes but only said, "Good."

Our conversation resumed, and she practically downed her drink in one swallow. I looked at her once again and asked, "Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yes, everything is good. Let's go home now," she said.

We got up and hailed a cab, since neither of us should be driving. We'd get the car tomorrow.

In the cab, we sat close and kissed. We actually made out like teenagers, and it was hot. The driver said nothing as we drove along. Our hands roamed over our bodies as we made out. Before long, we were pulling up to our home. We tipped the driver and went inside.

Once inside, we started tearing each other's clothes off and made our way to the bedroom. We fell naked onto the bed, groping each other, when my hand reached between her legs. She was wet, very wet. With a long moan, she said, "Eat me, eat me now."

I couldn't believe how wet she was from our make-out session, but I did not question her one bit, and I went down between her legs and started lapping at her pussy. She immediately grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer and tighter to her swamp land of a pussy. She tasted amazing, and I still couldn't believe how wet she was. I continued eating her pussy until she came hard against my lips, screaming, "YESSS!"

She pushed my head back some and told me to fuck her. I stood up and put her legs over each of my shoulders as I reached for my dick. I rubbed her pussy with the tip before sliding into her with ease. No resistance at all, she swallowed me in. She let out a moan as I started moving in and out of her. Looking down, I noticed how creamy we looked together. It was so hot.

Her arms reached up and grabbed me by the neck. She pulled me closer to her, spreading her legs wider, which were still over my shoulders. Damn, she spread wider than I'd seen in years. She looked me dead in the eyes and started saying with hardened breaths, "Fuck my used pussy, fuck my cheating pussy. Take me back and make me yours again."

In that moment, it hit me. At the bar, when she excused herself to use the restroom, she was fucking that stranger. With that thought, I started cumming. I was overwhelmed, and jet after jet of cum shot from my dick. I realized as I came that I had just eaten her used pussy. All that cream I saw was his cum, and my dick just kept spurting and throbbing. I don't think I ever came that hard in my life, and I fell forward.

We both climbed up the bed, breathing hard. She laid her head on my chest, and I wrapped my arm around her. Catching our breath, she asked, "Are you mad?"

"Hell no, I'm not mad at all. Quite the opposite," I stated matter-of-factly.

I felt her cheek against my skin rise into a smile, and she quietly started to tell me what happened at the bar. As she spoke, I felt my dick start to stir. I hadn't been able to get hard within minutes of cumming in years, yet here I was, listening to her story, getting harder by the second. She noticed and reached for my now-hard dick.

Gently stroking me, she continued to tell me how he was outside the bathroom when she exited and spoke to her. She explained the emergency exit there in the hall and how they stepped outside. He kissed her and groped her within seconds of the emergency door closing. Their hands were all over one another when she reached for his crotch and found him hard and large.

She explained her arousal from watching across the bar to finding herself out back with him. She released his cock from his pants and stroked him. He had plenty of precum, making jerking him off easy. He was playing with her large breasts when he reached down and started rubbing her pussy through her pants. It wasn't long before he had undone her pants and slid his hand inside her pants to find her wet, hairy pussy. He easily fingered her to an orgasm.

He turned her around and yanked down her pants right there in the alley of that bar. Moments later, his hard cock was inside her pussy, stretching her wide with reckless abandon. Her hands on the wall and his hands clenching her hips, he fucked her hard. She moaned loudly in the alley, not caring if anyone saw or heard her. He eventually filled her pussy with his sperm, never asking her for permission. He claimed her there in the alley. Panting and satisfied, they fixed their clothing and straightened up a bit before heading back into the bar. She never got his name, and he never got hers.

The story was so hot and erotic to me. She had cucked me right there in the bar, and I didn't even realize it, although I think my mind already knew. I believe I just hadn't caught on yet, but secretly wanted it. I rolled on top of my woman and made love with her until the early morning, when we were both too tired to continue.

We woke up later than either of us normally does. We smiled and embraced each other as we got out of bed to start our day. We were affectionate the entire day. We both seemed happy and content with the previous evening's events; the day moved on with ease. In the late afternoon, as we cuddled on the couch, her phone rang for the first time that day. She answered, and once again I heard a woman's voice on the other end, but I couldn't make out any words. She looked at me as she listened and smiled.

She hung up the phone and curled back into me as before the call. Gently stroking my lap, she said, "Are you still willing to be cucked?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, with you, always."

 She looked up from her cuddled position and said, "Good, things are about to get exciting."

Lucky for me, the jealousy and strange gut feeling had dissipated over the last month. I loved that she was willing to live my fantasies and dreams. Not once did she make me feel less of a man or humiliated. She was my woman, and I loved her so. I was going to enjoy being willingly cucked!