I previously told the story of how my wife was caught cheating. She had made a new friend of an older divorcee and another mature wife, and that wife's husband got suspicious about about the suddenly frequent girl's nights.He followed up with his suspicions and caught his wife, the divorced friend, and my wife fucking three young construction workers in a trailer they had rented out in the country. He and his wife had been married 38 years and it was her first time cheating. His wife begged him to forgive her. He told her he wouldn't even consider it unless she cut off all ties with her two friends confessed everything in detail.
When I asked him for more information about what had transpired he told me he couldn't stand to repeat all the things his wife had told him. He was pretty sure she was telling the truth about everything because she had no idea how much he knew and he'd told her if he caught her in a single lie he'd be gone.
He clearly expected me to have the same reaction as he did and I tried to sympathize, but inside I was incredibly aroused. I was especially aroused to learn that he and his wife, Becky, had been married 38 years and after all that time she'd started cheating. It was extremely hot to me that she had risked throwing away a 38 year marriage to a man she obviously loved very much just for the momentary thrill of sexy young cock.
I was similarly aroused by the same thought of my wife cheating but I soon learned that it was far from her first time. He had instructed his wife as part of her show of remorse and contrition to tell me everything she knew about my wife's infidelity. Later that day he had her call me and I actually listened with my cock out jacking off to what I was hearing about my wife.
The devilish part of me couldn't help telling her that while I was glad to hear about my wife, I was sorry she had gotten caught and hoped her husband would forgive her. I even told her that I thought what she did was hot and that after 38 years she certainly deserved to have some sexy fun and not be punished for it.
I asked her if she'd stop cheating if her husband forgave her and she said she didn't think she would. I told her I loved her attitude but if she worked it out with her husband she was going to need to be a lot more careful next time. At that point I was thinking I might like to fuck her myself and I told her I'd like to meet in person to hear more about my wife. She said that would be better than talking about it over the phone.
As it turned out no meeting ever happened because her husband packed up and left her and she went searching for him. I never saw or heard from either of them after that, but given how her husband had acted with me and the fact he took off as he did, I think he probably did divorce her.
With the information I got from Becky I confronted my wife. She denied everything at first and tried to trickle truth me even when I'd made it clear I wasn't mad but very aroused. I even encouraged her to continue hanging out with DeeDee, the divorcee, and seeing the three construction workers, which of course confirmed to her that I was now her willing cuckold.
We started working out the terms of her infidelity going forward and she began confessing some of her previous cheating fun. One of the things I really wanted to know was how long it had been going on and how it had started. Unfortunately it took quite awhile before she was ready to confess to that.
My wife was a virgin when we met, saving herself for her wedding night. A couple of months before our wedding she moved into my rented townhouse. She reconnected with her childhood friend, Judy, who now lived a couple hours away, and Judy became an occasional overnight visitor.
My wife's previous boyfriend, Tommy, had left the area before I'd met my wife. He had asked my wife to come with him but she wasn't ready for a commitment and that ended their relationship. About a month after our wedding my wife got an excited phone call from Judy.
Judy: “I was on my way back from the Island and stopped at Amigoland. You'll never guess who I ran into in K-Mart?”
Wife: “I don't want to guess.”
Judy: “He's says he came to visit a friend but he's really here to see you.”
Wife: “ Judy, just tell me.”
Judy: “Tommy.”
Wife: “He's supposed to be in Maine. What's he doing here?”
Judy: “He came back with a Coastie friend who has family in Brownsville, but he mainly came hoping to see you.”
Wife: “Didn't you tell him I'm married?”
Judy: “Of course, and he still wants to see you. He's only here for a couple more days. He's staying at the Fort Brown. I get you can't get to Brownsville tonight, but maybe tomorrow?”
Wife: “I'm not going to his motel room.”
Judy: “I thought you'd say that. I'll bring him to your place.”
Wife: “Don't be crazy. Alex is going to be here any minute. We have plans for tonight”
Judy: “I'll pretend he's my boyfriend, you just play along.”
Wife: “I don't think that's a good idea.”
Judy: “I'll get Alex to come with me to pick up a couple of videos –that will take awhile-- and then get something to eat at El Pato. That will give you guys some time alone and then we can all eat dinner and watch a couple movies.”
Wife: “That's a really bad idea.”
Judy: “Ok, we will be at your place in about an hour.”
Wife: “Judy, no, Judy....” but she'd already hung up.
About 45 minutes after I got home, the doorbell rang and I answered it.
“Hi, Judy” I said, “who's this?”
“This is Brad, we met on the Island and I'm interviewing him for a boyfriend position.”
“Hey Brad,” I replied, extending my hand. “Come on in you two.”
If my wife showed any signs of recognition I missed them.
This was pre cell phone days, and there was no practical way to convey a warning about our return so Tommy wasted no time once Judy and I left. He told my wife how much he missed her and that he'd only come back with his Coastie friend hoping to see her again. He was disappointed to find her already married but he understood they had ended things between them when he left.
He told her that her marital status didn't have to interfere with the two of them enjoying a happy final goodbye. She told him she didn't intend to start her marriage off by cheating on her husband.
“Is it really cheating,” he responded, “given our history?”
“You know it is Tommy,” she said.
“Look,” he said, “I get that you don't want to do anything here, and it would be rushed anyway, not knowing how much time we have. I don't really expect you to but I am really hope you will. Not here, not tonight, but can you come to Brownsville tomorrow and meet me at the Fort Brown? We can just meet in the lobby if you don't want to go to my room, maybe have coffee somewhere, or lunch”?
“I don't know how I'd explain a trip to Brownsville tomorrow, I'd have to lie and say I got called in to take another shift at the hospital and I don't want to do that.”
“You didn't say no, so will you at least think about it?” he said.
“If it's just talking, over coffee, not in your room,” she said, “I'll think about it, but I”m not promising anything.”
“Just talking,” he said, “maybe lunch? Now how about a kiss before they get back?”
One kiss turned into another, then another, until the pretext of a harmless kiss had disappeared and they were making out on the sofa. Tommy had gotten his hand under her dress and was fingering her pussy as their mouths locked and their tongues danced.
“You're soaking wet,” he said, momentarily breaking the the kiss.
“Shhhh, don't talk,” my wife replied, flooded with memories of their past as they returned to kissing. Memories pushing her to meet him in Brownsville. She rationalized that it would just be one last time, just talking, trying to push back the memories of his big cock and their sexual fun that had her so wet Tommy couldn't stop from mentioning it. They'd done pretty much everything short of vaginal sex and everyone of those encounters were etched into her memory.
She didn't know how far it would have gone right there on the sofa if they hadn't been interrupted by Judy's and my return. That should have told her tomorrow wouldn't be just talking but she pushed that thought from her mind.
“Ok,” she said before Judy and I were close enough to hear her, “I'll come tomorrow but just to talk.” She regretted the words before they'd all even left her mouth, but she told herself she could still back out.
“Just to talk,” said the voice in her head, “you know it won't just be to talk. You're going to cheat on your husband. You're going to lie about a shift at the hospital.”
She continued an inner dialogue with her thoughts, debating the voice that told her what she was really going to do. Telling herself that voice was wrong, she wouldn't cheat, she really was only going to talk, suppressing the voice that told her she was lying to herself. Suddenly she found herself talking, feeling like she had no control over the words she spoke.
“The hospital called while you guys were gone,” she said. “One of the other nurses called in sick and they're short tomorrow so I'm going to have to fill in.”
I didn't catch Judy's smile, and the wink she gave my wife. I missed Tommy's smug expression as well. I misread the expression on my wife's face as frustration at having to pull an unplanned shift at the hospital, not the guilty fear that Judy was giving something away that might arouse my suspicions.
She met him in the motel lobby. He was wearing sweatpants that clearly showed the outline of his big semi-hard cock. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They made out right there indifferent to any possible observers.
“If we're going to lunch,” he said, “I need to go back to my room and change.”
He took her hand and she went to his room with him, in her mind maintaining the fiction of an innocent afternoon until the very last possible moment. At the door to his motel room she laughed as he scooped her up and carried her across the threshold into his room.
“This can be our own mini honeymoon,” he said, laying her down on the unmade bed.
Tommy's cock was already hard and tenting his sweatpants when he pushed them to the floor, stepped out of them, and climbed onto the bed.
“I've wanted this for a long time,” he said.
“I know,” replied my wife. “But until my wedding night I didn't do any of the things with my husband that we did together, so you never did without.”
While they made out he pulled up her dress and began to finger her pussy through her pantyhose.
“Mmmmmm” she moaned into his mouth as they kissed.
She reached down and took his big cock into her hand and stroked it. All pretense to an innocent afternoon was abandoned. As she had done many times with me, my wife scooted down the bed between her ex's legs and took his hard cock into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, “oh fuck are you good at this.”
She milked his balls as she sucked taking all of him down her throat. She loved the way he shuddered and his knees went wobbly when she sucked his cock on her knees while he was standing. On the bed though she only got to feel him shudder.
“You're going to make me cum,” he told her after what seemed like barely two minutes. “You're too good for me to last much longer.”
My wife lifted her mouth from his cock and looked him in the eye. “I still love you. Make love to me. . Let's make today our honeymoon.”
Tommy rolled pulled her up, turned her over and then climbed between her outstretched legs.
“It's hot you wore your nursing uniform,” he said.
“It's not sexy to me but I'm glad you like it,” she said. “I had to look like I was going to work since that's what I told my husband. I did ditch the nursing shoes in the car and put on heels for you.”
“I appreciate it but now I'm going to ruin that white pantyhose,” he said, reaching down and tearing the crotch out.
My wife was soaking wet from anticipation. She had completely dismissed the possibility of ever seeing Tommy again but here she was in a motel room a month after her wedding with her ex between her legs, ready to slide his big thick meaty cock into her hungry pussy for the first time.
“Oh my god, it's so much better than I'd imagined,” she said.
“Fuck,” said Tommy, “it's everything I imagined it would be except that it's even hotter because you're married. Am I bigger than your husband?”
“Oh my god, a lot bigger,” replied my wife, “you know that.”
“And better,” he questioned?
“Not going there,” she replied, “just different.”
“And better,” he asked again?
“Not going there,” she said once more.
“And better?” he continued to ask, “you can tell me.”
“Yes, OK, you're better,” she said, “is that what you wanted to hear?”
“A lot better,” he asked, “or a little better?” as he stroked his big cock into her married pussy.
“Why are you making me say this,” she replied?
“Tell me,” he said.
“Oh my god yes you're better,” she finally replied. “You're way better. My husband has nothing on you.”
He pumped his big cock into my wife as they kissed. As they fucked my wife couldn't help regretting that she hadn't let this happen long before. What was so important about being a virgin on her wedding night she asked herself? Nothing was her answer. It wasn't really even her choice. It was wanting to please her mother, and now she thought why would her mother have even had to know?
She realized her her heels were still on her feet and kicked them off so she could wrap her legs tightly around her ex's back. They continued their languid coupling for some time, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as they vigorously made out.
Hoping to extend his time inside her Tommy momentarily stopped thrusting his big cock into her from time to time to prevent himself from cumming too quickly. But once he felt my wife's legs tighten around him and her suddenly fevered thrusting back against him, her arms around his neck holding on like she was afraid of falling, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
“You're on the pill, right,” he asked?
In the heat of the moment she'd forgotten to ask him if he had rubbers. She hadn't come prepared with them because she'd told herself it was just to be an innocent afternoon and not bringing protection would help ensure it remained that way. She'd had no reason to take the pill because she was a virgin and sex was off the table until her wedding night. We'd already started working on a family.
“No, I'm not, you have to pull out, don't cum in me,” she pleaded.
Her words were the final straw. He felt himself about to erupt and with both hands under her ass to hold her even more tightly against him he plunged his cock to the hilt inside her. He drove into her, giving her every possible millimeter and felt his cock bump her cervix. He exploded, filling her fertile womb with jet after jet of cum.
My wife came harder that she ever had at the thought of what her ex had just done. She had not intended for it to happen but it had and there was no turning back. If she was pregnant she'd just have to tell me it was mine. A baby is a baby she rationalized.
There was no point in worrying about contraception now she told herself. Her ex had cum in her prodigiously. She could feel it oozing out of her. She was soaked. They spent the rest of the afternoon making love, all other thoughts and concerns forgotten.
My wife came home to tell me that she was also going to have to take a shift on Sunday. Tommy had convinced his Coastie friend to stay one more day before heading back to their duty station. My wife spent another lazy afternoon lovemaking with her ex, hooked now on the delights of a big thick cock.
