Cucked again
Well, it happened again last night. We went to an event where several of my wife’s former lovers were present. I had sat down next to her, but just before the event began a guy who used to come over and fuck her when she and I had first started living together asked if I would mind changing seats with him so that they could chat, since they hadn’t seen one another in a while. I was so taken back by the request that I moved over, and let him have my seat. They chatted and giggled throughout the performance, their heads together, and his hands moving about, sometimes with his arm around her shoulders, other times his hands brushed up and down on her legs, which were available in a short summer dress. I felt so left out, and humiliated because everybody knows they were lovers. After the performance, they chatted together holding their glasses of wine, and some other former lovers came by to visit with them, while I stood there feeling like a clod. When all had ended, they suggested that the three of us go out for something to drink at a bar where they had often met, and where (as she had told me) he used to feel her up at one of the back tables, getting her hot before taking her back to her house to fuck her (he’s married, but she could never resist his advances). Just before we left she said she had to go to the bathroom, and when she came back it was clear she had removed her bra because her breasts were jiggling about, and her nipples pushed out against the thin fabric. He complimented her on the dress, but we all knew what he was admiring (and anticipating). I could see that she still had her panties on when the light came through the dress, but everybody got to enjoy the sight of her dark, erect nipples. I drove and they sat in the back seat. They continued chatting and laughing, but I know that he kept trying to feel her up, because I could see him in the mirror brushing the back of his hand against her nipples. However, when he would move his hand between her legs, she pushed it away while giggling.
When we got to the bar, we went to a back table in a dark area. There, they continued their tete a tete, and it was clear that she was letting him feel her between her legs under the table. At one point, he asked her why she didn’t “remove them.” She demurred, saying that it would make her feel embarrassed to be so naked in public, and he insisted that was exactly what he wanted. After some convincing, she went to the bathroom and when the light hit her as she left, her dark patch of venus made it clear that she had followed his instructions. She sat down and they began kissing hot and heavy, ignoring me completely. He was obviously working over her cunt with his hand because she was leaning back, legs spread, and breathing heavily. She came, choking off her noises so it wouldn’t be too obvious to the other patrons (it was pretty obvious). Then, she said, “Enough of this, let’s go back to the house.” She grabbed his hand, and they left the bar quickly while I settled up. By the time I got to the car, they were at it in the back seat, with her skirt pushed up around her waist. I drove us home, and upon entering the house he lifted her dress over her head leaving her completely naked. He took a step back and gazed at her, complimenting her by saying he had forgotten how beautiful she was without clothes. She blushed, but obviously loved it. Then he put his arm around her and took her into the bedroom, closing the door. During the next two hours I listened through the slats while he fucked her, his balls slapping against her thighs and ass as they changed positions, and she crying out while coming again and again. When he was done with her, I had to take him home, and listen to him talk about what a fine fuck she was, and how I was a “good sport” to let them have their fun.
Well, it happened again last night. We went to an event where several of my wife’s former lovers were present. I had sat down next to her, but just before the event began a guy who used to come over and fuck her when she and I had first started living together asked if I would mind changing seats with him so that they could chat, since they hadn’t seen one another in a while. I was so taken back by the request that I moved over, and let him have my seat. They chatted and giggled throughout the performance, their heads together, and his hands moving about, sometimes with his arm around her shoulders, other times his hands brushed up and down on her legs, which were available in a short summer dress. I felt so left out, and humiliated because everybody knows they were lovers. After the performance, they chatted together holding their glasses of wine, and some other former lovers came by to visit with them, while I stood there feeling like a clod. When all had ended, they suggested that the three of us go out for something to drink at a bar where they had often met, and where (as she had told me) he used to feel her up at one of the back tables, getting her hot before taking her back to her house to fuck her (he’s married, but she could never resist his advances). Just before we left she said she had to go to the bathroom, and when she came back it was clear she had removed her bra because her breasts were jiggling about, and her nipples pushed out against the thin fabric. He complimented her on the dress, but we all knew what he was admiring (and anticipating). I could see that she still had her panties on when the light came through the dress, but everybody got to enjoy the sight of her dark, erect nipples. I drove and they sat in the back seat. They continued chatting and laughing, but I know that he kept trying to feel her up, because I could see him in the mirror brushing the back of his hand against her nipples. However, when he would move his hand between her legs, she pushed it away while giggling.
When we got to the bar, we went to a back table in a dark area. There, they continued their tete a tete, and it was clear that she was letting him feel her between her legs under the table. At one point, he asked her why she didn’t “remove them.” She demurred, saying that it would make her feel embarrassed to be so naked in public, and he insisted that was exactly what he wanted. After some convincing, she went to the bathroom and when the light hit her as she left, her dark patch of venus made it clear that she had followed his instructions. She sat down and they began kissing hot and heavy, ignoring me completely. He was obviously working over her cunt with his hand because she was leaning back, legs spread, and breathing heavily. She came, choking off her noises so it wouldn’t be too obvious to the other patrons (it was pretty obvious). Then, she said, “Enough of this, let’s go back to the house.” She grabbed his hand, and they left the bar quickly while I settled up. By the time I got to the car, they were at it in the back seat, with her skirt pushed up around her waist. I drove us home, and upon entering the house he lifted her dress over her head leaving her completely naked. He took a step back and gazed at her, complimenting her by saying he had forgotten how beautiful she was without clothes. She blushed, but obviously loved it. Then he put his arm around her and took her into the bedroom, closing the door. During the next two hours I listened through the slats while he fucked her, his balls slapping against her thighs and ass as they changed positions, and she crying out while coming again and again. When he was done with her, I had to take him home, and listen to him talk about what a fine fuck she was, and how I was a “good sport” to let them have their fun.
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