This happened just over three weeks ago and has changed everything, and I'm not sure what or where it will lead, so what happened three weeks ago I hear you ask?
My wife and I were invited to a housewarming party by my wife's best friend Mary, it was her daughter and and son in law's new house.
My wife Karen and Mary have been friends for over twenty five years, Karen knew them well but I had only met them once before, so I was a bit apprehensive about going as I would not know anybody there.
Still it was a night out and Karen wanted to go so that was that.
Karen changed her mind so many times about what to wear, but eventually picked and old favourite black dress which she was really surprised still fitted her after all these years, it wasn't a short dress but knee length and it did make her look really sexy which I pointed out to her.
Perhaps it's time to give you all a brief description of myself and my wife Karen, Karen is 41 and stands 5’ 7” tall with short blond hair in a bob style cut, average build and just recently she has shed about ten pounds in weight which is the reason she fitted back into her old black dress.
Now me (Ted) I'm 43 and 5’11” a bit overweight but not fat we have been married for 23 years and have two daughters (Sara) 19 and at university and the other (Megan) 22 who has just moved in with her boyfriend.
We arrived at about eight thirty and was given the guided tour of the house by Emma and Todd it was on three levels and was really nice and I bet it cost a pretty penny.
Karen and I stay together drinking and mingling amongst the other guests and I have to admit I was enjoying the pleasant conversation and general vibe of the party so much so that before we realised it was ten thirty.
I decided to go outside in the garden and get some fresh air, Karen didn't want to go outside so I left her inside.
There were a few people out on the decking so I mingled and got chatting to a nice young lady from Norway with blue hair, I'm not sure but I did think she was hitting on me but that could be wishful thinking on my part.
Without realising it an hour had passed.
I thought I best get back inside as Karen would be getting pissed at me chatting to this young lady for so long.
Once back inside I couldn't find Karen, I went upstairs the the bathroom as I needed a piss but it was occupied, I did wonder whether Karen was in there and almost bang on the door to let me in then I thought best not in case it was somebody else, would be a bit embarrassing.
I then remembered that there was another bathroom on the next level so I quickly made my way up there.
As I got onto the top landing I couldn't remember which door was the bathroom, I had three to choose from, I choose the nearest one and opened the door very slowly the room was dimly lit and I was confronted with the sight of a guy’s naked ass pounding some girl hard from behind bent over the bed.
My initial thought was lucky guy and I was about to close the door when the girl who I couldn't see spoke “God I'm going to cum again”.
At this point everything was in slow motion as the voice sounded like Karen’s, I found myself unable to move or speak as I digested this info, then my eyes were straining for further clues firstly I looked down at the panties that were around one leg on the floor, black the same kind Karen is wearing.
But that was all I could see from this position, my eyes found a mirror on the wall at the side of the bed, this gave me a side view of the guy fucking her and also the side of the girl getting it.
As you can see I'm still trying to not believe this is my wife but the sight of a black dress rucked up and around her waist was only adding to the eventual conclusion.
It was not just the fact the dress was pulled down from the top and basically was now a belt around her middle, she was naked from the top down her breasts flattened into the bed with her head turned away from the mirror, her short blond hair in the same hairstyle as Karen’s was the final clue.
Even now I was trying to remember if anybody else was wearing a black dress, oh yeah the Norwegian girl was, but then I remembered she had blue hair.
All this inner battle trying to convince myself this was somebody else and seemed like it was taking forever but in reality it was only seconds.
Next my eyes focused on his cock sliding in this girls pussy, albeit very quickly then she spoke again “God I'm cumming” as her body started to quiver and thrust back into his cock.
Her moans were muffled as she buried her head into the bed I knew it was Karen and now I was in panic mode what do I do, fight or flight I think the saying goes.
I'm sure I screamed “stop” but that was obviously just in my head as they just carried on enjoying each other.
This guy then pulled his cock out very slowly almost as if he was showing me and I got to see the size of his cock, maybe 2” or more longer than me ( me being 6” on a good day) but very thick and even in this dim light I could see it glistening with my wife's cum juices.
I say the light was dim but my eyes had become like an owl's seeing everything and now from being slightly intoxicated I was stone cold sober.
He then slammed himself back in causing Karen to moan out “oh god yes cum in me please”.
I thought he was pounding her hard before but with that green light he picked up the speed and the power it was scary.
I wanted to stop him but I couldn't move just watch as his strokes got shorter and then he grunted and groaned pumping load after load in Karen.
Karen ground herself back into him moaning “I can feel your cum inside me it's fucking hot”
Just then I came round from this trance and just slowly closed the door.
My head was spinning, my wife of 23 years being fucked by another guy, as I said it in my head I realised I couldn't identify the guy as his face was not in view of the mirror, only a cock in a parade might I have a chance of identifying him.
I felt sick and found the bathroom that I wished I had found first, standing there I was shaking trying to make sense of everything I had seen, I will admit I had tears in my eyes then It felt like I might have pissed myself I was very wet.
Pulling down my jeans just filled my head with even more confusion as my boxers were indeed very wet but not with piss, but cum oozing out of my even harder cock.
What the fuck is going on with me, I cleaned up my mess and was glad I had jeans on cause if it had been trousers, joining the party would have been very embarrassing.
I then panicked again I need to get out of here and be downstairs when Karen comes down if I came down after her it might led to awkward questions that I was not prepared to deal with.
I needed time to work out what I'm going to do, I'm not one for big scenes actually the very opposite.
I hurried down the stairs passing people waiting outside the bathroom on the first floor and had feelings of humiliation even though they had no idea what had just happened.
I went straight to the kitchen and poured a large glass of whiskey which I don't like but needed.
I could see the stairs from my position waiting for Karen to descend and the time seemed to slow again I wondered who was going to come down first him or her but as I couldn't identify him that would be a fruitless endeavour.
Just to emphasise that three guys came down first,varying in age and size I was mentally trying to picture each one as the guy.
Karen breezed down the stairs slightly wobbling as she reached the bottom, I caught her eye and she came over smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
“Get me a drink Ted I'm really thirsty”.
In my head I said “I bet you are”
I got her a large wine and she gulped it down in almost one go, she held out her glass and “another please darling”
The second glass was drunk normally but by the end of it she was very drunk, so much so she wanted to go home, we made our way outside and as we did some people were just turning up in a taxi, I grabbed it and we was soon on our way home,
Karen just smiled and giggled all the ten minute drive home.
Karen was very drunk now the brief fresh air had done its job, I had to get her out of the taxi and in doing so I noticed a wet patch on the seat of the taxi.
To save Karen's blushes I walked behind her, not that she cared, her dress was wet at the back on her ass.
Once inside the house she attempted to go upstairs I helped her to our bedroom where she just fell back onto the bed giggling.
Karen was out for the count, that left me to try and undress her and that's not easy with a drunk person but eventually she was down to her panties.
Now I was left with another dilemma do I take them off or leave them on, you might be wondering why was that a dilemma?
Even after everything that had happened I realised just how much I loved Karen and if this was a drunken fuck that she may or may not remember, if I leave her panties on she will in the morning wake up with very wet sticky panties and maybe that will make her remember what had happened.
So I had just made the decision in my head I pulled down her panties and as I did so she raised her hips to help me, once removed she spread her legs wide almost as if the panties were keeping her legs closed.
I'm not sure why I did what I did but I knelt down only inches from her pussy, or should I say unfaithful pussy and just stared at her puffy red lips smelling the aroma of mixed cum and without even realising my mouth was over her pussy and my tongue licking inside her.
As I was doing this her legs opened wider and her hand was behind my head pulling me in deeper slightly gyrating in motion with my tongue.
What is unusual about all this apart from the obvious is Karen never lets me lick her pussy.
My licking was becoming more frantic and I was probing as deep as I could inside her used pussy, the taste was intoxicating and my boxers were getting wet again, then Karen moaned and shuddered as she cum and this was the kind of orgasm I was used to not the one I had experienced earlier.
Just to add to my humiliation I cum in my boxers without touching my cock.
I got Karen in bed and went downstairs to think about what had happened and what the hell is going on with me, I poured another drink and was feeling so guilty, embarrassed, angry, feeble more emotions than I needed, I cried again this time properly my stomach felt empty.
What is wrong with our marriage?
Is this the first time she has been unfaithful?
Why doesn't she cum like that with me?
Why did I just cum in my boxers?
I grabbed her handbag and started searching it not sure what I would find, but a small piece of paper with a number and a name Ian didn't help.
Her phone was also in there and I checked that too but the number I had wasn't in there.
I do have to say that Karen is not one to be very flirtatious with men even when drunk although she does get more horny when drunk.
Still I was very confused and needed some answers so I got my iPad and not really sure what to put in I just googled man who gets turned on be wife being fucked by another guy, and that was true of me I guess.
Well you all know what popped up “Cuckold”
On further investigation I quickly got the idea and found I was hard again but unlike most cuckolds I was not a willing participant.
I needed to get some sleep as this is not helping with what to do in the morning or what I should say.
Laying in bed next to Karen wasn't easy as all I kept seeing was that guy's cock fucking her when I shut my eyes.
When I woke Karen was still asleep and I had the mother of all hangovers, must be all those emotions rushing through my head, I got some hangover remedies and with a big cup coffee I sat in the kitchen trying to come up with a strategy of how to handle this, I didn't want this to end our relationship so I decided to do nothing and see what Karen does or says.
After about an hour I made a cup of tea and ventured back up to our bedroom which I found I was very anxious about waking her up.
I placed the tea down besides her and gentle kissed her on the lips “morning darling a cup of tea for you”.
Karen looked up and said “thanks”
I expected her to have as bad a hangover as me but she was as bright as a button, then she looked a bet puzzled as she pulled up the bed covers to see she was naked underneath, she looked at me with a quizzical stare.
“You was so wasted I had to get you undressed”
She began to fidget in bed then said “did we have sex last night?”
“Ummm sort of” I said not sure how to really answer her question.
“How do you mean sort of?”
“I sort of licked your pussy till you cum”
“You know I don't like you doing that Ted”
I thought what a fucking cheek she had after some guy had been pounding her hard last night but I held my tongue and said “Sorry just couldn't resist you sexy pussy”
I must have said the right thing she just smiled at me and said “okay you get that one but don't think it's going to happen again, so why am I sleeping in a wet patch then if all you did was lick me?”
Now how do I answer that one, “you must have really enjoyed it and cum a lot”
She just stared at me for a long time before getting up and hitting the shower.
I'm guessing from her reaction so far she doesn't remember anything from last night which was okay by me as it would lead to some very awkward questions.
I pulled back the covers and could see the huge wet patch she had been sleeping in, I thought I must have licked most of that guy’s cum out of her but obviously he had dumped a huge load in her.
The really strange thing is even thinking that didn't hurt me or make me angry, in fact I felt my cock twitch, so am I a cuckold.
I pulled all the bedding off and threw it the washing machine I even had to turn the mattress over as it was wet.
Then I had a panic, if Karen goes in the laundry hamper which is in the bathroom and find her panties and the sticky mess which would have probably dried in them it might start her to recall the events of last night.
That just jogged my memory, Karen always puts one of those panties liners in her panties and her panties were minus the pantie liner, I also remembered I didn't see it when the panties were lying on the floor around her leg as she got fucked she must have removed it before she got in the bedroom meaning she was aware of what she would be doing once in there.
Every time any thought of Karen and that guy my cock would twitch and dribble.
Eventually Karen came down and we had breakfast, just general talking about all kinds of rubbish til I said “did you enjoy yourself last night darling?”
Karen again stared at me for a longer than usual before answering, almost as if she was trying to judge what I meant by the question.
“Yeah it was fun, what I can remember of it”.
“Yeah you was ok til the fresh air hit you and then you just giggled all the way home and I had to get you out of the taxi and help you up the stairs to bed”
“You forgot about taking advantage of me in my drunken state”
Again I bit my tongue either she is being very smart or she really doesn't know anything.
I found myself saying “Sorry”
And that was the last we spoke of the party all that day and into the next day was the same.
It was about five days later that Karen had gone to work and forgot her phone, about twenty minutes later I got a phone call on the landline from her asking me to drop her phone off on the way to my work which. Agreed to do.
As I held her phone in my hand I couldn't help but do some snooping, looking for that number that was in her handbag, I didn't expect to find anything and I didn't that doesn't mean anything as she could have deleted all communications with him.
Nothing else happened until the following Friday which was exactly two weeks from that night, I had to work late and up til then I had tried very hard not to think about that night.
I had told Karen I would be home at about eight and as I drove into my drive it was a few minutes after eight, I walked in to find Karen in the lounge wearing her white silk dressing gown holding two glasses of white wine just in front of the sofa.
“Here you go darling I figured you need this” she said handing me a glass of white wine.
As I got closer she leaned forward and planted a big passionate kiss on my lips which took me by surprise, as the last time we kissed like that was a long time ago.
Her lips tasted slightly salty but the kissing was getting me so very turned on my hand moved down over her breast and Karen's nipple was instantly hard.
I untied her gown and placed my hand on her naked breast and Karen actually jumped at my touch just like when we was first dating.
I took that as the green light and broke from the kiss and moved my lips down to her hard nipple and she again jumped, I sucked her hard nipple as hard as I had ever done even biting and she was loving it, that made me push her back onto the sofa behind her and continue my kissing of her breast but now I was kneeling between her legs.
I moved down from her breast and lightly kissing I made my way down past her navel just above her pussy when I felt her hand on my head stopping me which was what normally happens when I try to lick her pussy but she didn't stop me, in fact the opposite Karen pushed my head towards her pussy.
I was about an inch away when the aroma hit me it was the same smell as two weeks ago the only difference this time was Karen's pussy was completely bald and smooth.
My tongue licked over her clit as I pushed a finger inside her soaking wet pussy quickly followed by three more fingers as her legs widened.
My tongue now joined my fingers in licking her cum filled pussy, yeah I knew what it was and I was now crazily sucking and pushing my tongue as far up her pussy as was possible.
Karen was now gyrating and thrusting herself whist holding my head hard against her unfaithful pussy, then she started to moan and shudder to an orgasm, this was the most animated orgasm I had ever given her, but still only a shadow of what I had witness at the party.
Karen then pulled me up to her mouth and just before kissing my cum covered face she said “fuck me I need your cock”
Whilst I was kissing her I quickly removed my trousers and very wet boxers releasing my very hard cock it slipped straight in I couldn't feel anything.
“Turn over I want to fuck you from behind”
Karen briefly stared at me quizzically then flipped over, I pulled her legs tight together to give some sort of resistance for me then slammed my cock in and pumped for about a dozen strokes before unloading in her.
I had just about finished pumping when Karen got up and left me as she went bounding up the stairs to the shower.
I was out of breath with a cum covered and still very hard cock realising Karen had been unfaithful again, all those questions came back again.
I grabbed the glass of wine and gulped it down, next to my wine was Karen's mobile phone, I took it and searched for his number, all I found was a text sent by Karen saying “tonight 18:30” followed by our address.
Well at least that answers the question about it being a drunken fuck which she didn't remember.
I sat for what seemed like ages trying to work out how this was happening to me, I know I'm not a cuckold as I'm not a willing participant but my still hard cock was trying to convince me otherwise.
I needed a shower too, so I grabbed Karen's glass of wine and carried it up to her, even after her infidelity I still loved her so much.
I walked into our bedroom just as Karen came out of our en-suite wrapped in a towel.
“Here you go darling.” I said handing her the glass.
Karen lent forward and gave me a kiss “thanks you are so thoughtful”
I realised that the bedding had been change from the one that was on there this morning, but everything else seemed the same no smells of sex in the room only Karen's perfume.
Once in the en-suite I removed all my clothes placing them in the laundry hamper, on top of the hamper was our bedding, I couldn't help myself I pulled out the sheet to find a massive wet patch in the middle, confirming the deed was done in our marital bed, but just below the bedding was a lacy black bra, suspender belt, stockings and black lacy panties, I pick up the panties and they were soaking wet, it wasn't the smell I had been experiencing lately, so it must be all Karen's juices, she must have been so turned on for his cock.
I placed everything back just like I had found them and got in the shower, my thoughts were still about who and now it was how did he fuck her, was it from behind like last time or maybe missionary, maybe she rode his big cock the last one was unlikely as she never does that but who knows, looking down at my still hard cock I could see it glistening with a combination of mine, Karen's and the guy's juices, I grabbed my cock and a few thrusts later I was dumping my load on the shower tray.
Once I had composed myself I got my sweat pants and tee shirt on and joined Karen sitting on the sofa watching some television, she handed me another glass of wine and then just snuggled into me as if nothing unusual had happened.
I did feel better with her close to me but still I was beginning to realised I really didn't know my wife as well as I thought I did.
The rest of the week was just as always except I was checking her phone every chance I got and the laundry hamper as well, looking for clues or hoping maybe.
Just a small thing that text I saw on Friday was no longer on the phone.
Then another bomb shell hit me on Thursday when Karen started her period, which I had not even thought about, he dumped two loads in my wife who was not on any form of contraception as I have had a vasectomy, granted the party would have been highly unlikely to have got he pregnant but last Friday she would have been very fertile I would guess, was we lucky or was he also firing blanks.
It's now Friday, three weeks from the party and a week from when I worked late, I'm standing outside a gadget shop contemplating whether to go in or not, I had decided that I needed to know who this guy was or at least for him to have a face because every man I see that comes near us or the house I'm imagining is the guy and it's driving me nuts.
My idea was to get a very small camera and set it up in our bedroom, normally I would buy something like this online but it might turn up when I was not at home and then it would need some explanation so buying it this way means I have it.
I've been past this shop three times now still debating whether I should go in because if I do go in I will no longer be an unwilling cuckold.
See I'm due to work late the very next Friday, I haven't said anything about it to Karen yet and depending on whether I go in is whether I tell Karen sooner or at the very last minute giving her very little chance to arrange a rendezvous.
I open the door and walk in.