My wife Kate works for a large law firm with many support staff so over time we have attended many company events as well as socializing away from the office with different employees. Her close friendships have varied over the years depending on changing circumstances.

Kate is the social spark plug of this household, the free spirit, she makes all the social arrangements, while I, the family engineer make the lights work. Lately she has been spending time with a particular woman, having lunch, shopping trips and so forth. Her name is Blanche.

Recently she informed me that we have accepted Blanche’s invitation to go to dinner with her and her husband Raul “Pronounced Rah-ool,” she told me on Friday night.

We met them at a local hotel and enjoyed their company through a fine meal. Raul is a very handsome gentleman who is something of a raconteur, entertaining us all, over food and lots of wine.

He was friendly and polite to me, though his attention was primarily focussed on the women, which did not surprise me as he looked like a Casanova type, and I tend toward quietness. After the meal, he proposed we have a drink in the lounge. Blanche seconded the idea and Kate agreed.

The lounge has a small dance band, and soon my wife pulled me up to dance, followed by the other couple. I dislike dancing; it’s repetitive and monotonous, and I’m not good at it. You guessed it, Raul is a veritable Fred Astaire, only better looking.

Well, I pled out fairly soon and we returned to the table. Kate was not pleased but not surprised, as that has been a common occurrence. Shortly Blanche and Raul came back too. She sat down and he asked me if he could dance with Kate.

Well, Kate is not in the habit of waiting for my permission to do much of anything; she stood up immediately and took his arm. She gave me a big ‘so there’ smile as they walked to the dance floor.

They started off with some very fancy steps that impressed everyone around them. A little later on, Blanche said to me, “Don’t they look good together?” They were dancing to a slow number, her arms around his neck, his hands quite near her butt. There was no visible space between their bodies.

Blanche and I chatted about nothing much while they danced through the set and returned arm in arm when the band took a break. I thought we would be going home but Raul went to the bar, returning with another round of drinks. I became concerned because Kate and I are not serious drinkers.

When the band started up again, Blanche declined his invitation to dance more, so he asked Kate (not me) and she jumped up again. Blanche stopped them and said something to her husband, and then he and Kate continued to the floor, arm in arm.

When she sat down she said, “I told Raul that I have a headache and would ask if you would mind driving me home. It’s obvious that you are bored and want out of here. They are having too much fun to stop this early, so what do you say, can you give me a lift? He can drop her off later.”

Against my better judgement, I said, “OK. I’ll go check with Kate and be right back.”

Blanche grabbed my arm and said, “You don’t need to, Raul will explain it to her,” so off we went.

It took forty-five minutes to get to their house and I needed to piss, so I asked to use her toilet. When I came out of the bathroom she had two drinks in her hands.

When I protested that I should get back she said, “No need to rush, they won’t be done for hours.”

“Done for hours?” I asked. That seemed an odd way to put it.

“Phil, sit down and relax; you obviously haven’t been paying attention, Raul is going to fuck your wife tonight.” She smiled sweetly.

“What? The hell he is! Where did you get that idea?” I exploded.

“You weren’t watching them dance, he was practically fucking her on the dance floor and she was enjoying it.

“Raul has irresistible charms; he has fucked nearly all of my friends, that’s why my friendships don’t last, husbands won’t let their wives see me again. By now, they are probably halfway to our lake cabin. I expect she won’t be home before morning.”

I was on my feet going to my car where I had left my phone. I dialed Kate’s number only to hear her’s ring in the center console where she had left it. I went back into the house and sat down. This was silly, Kate would not cheat on me.

When I said this to Blanche she replied, “Don’t be too hard on her. After a few drinks almost no woman and some husbands can say no to him. She did not plan this; she had no idea and has never met my husband.”

“And you are alright with this?” I was incredulous.

“I have come to understand that one woman cannot satisfy Raul. He has an immense sex drive and sexual stamina. His ego requires that women succumb to his charms, and they always do.

“If Kate can keep up with him tonight,I would say you have quite a woman. When she gets home you need to be gentle with her, she’ll be very sated and very sore. She may not respond readily to your advances.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Tell me where that cabin is; I’m going up there and put a stop to this.”

“No Phil, I can’t let you do that; she might never forgive you. Calm down and sit with me a while, then go home and get some sleep; I expect the two of you will need your wits about you in the morning.”

I stormed out of the house and drove to the hotel. Of course they were nowhere to be seen, so I went home, hoping that it was all a mistake or a very bad joke. When I arrived, the house was dark; no one was there.

When I looked again at my phone hoping that I had missed her call, I found a text message from an unfamiliar number. It said:

Phil,

Kate insisted I text you. She tried to call you earlier on my phone but the call was silenced because I’m not in your contacts list.

She is fine and enjoying herself at our lakeside cabin with me. I will take good care of her and return her in the morning only slightly worse for the wear. She wants me to tell you that she loves you. Raul

Up until that moment I was just angry and confused. That text sent a dagger into my chest; I couldn’t breathe, sure that I would pass out. I made a stiff drink and sat in my lounge chair. “OK, she went off with him to see the lake house. There’s nothing wrong with that, she’s a big girl,” I tried to make my mind accept that, but realistically, “what will they do there until morning?” Only one answer came to mind.

I tried watching TV, tried reading magazines, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my images of what my wife must be doing with that fucker. Finally, I must have dozed off.

I was awakened by a car door closing. The clock told me it was 7:00 am. Kate came in through the kitchen door, didn’t see me, and went straight up to our bedroom. I’m not sure if she expected me to be asleep, but I soon heard the shower running.

I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee; it was going to be a long, painful morning. I was overcome with a feeling of dread. “Is my marriage over? No loving wife would do this to her faithful husband,” was all that I could think.

I sat at the table with my back to the stairs, coffee cup warming my hands which were cold as ice. Soft footsteps told me she was behind me.

“Good morning,” her voice was also soft and tentative.

“It might be if I had slept last night with my wife beside me,” I could feel my anger building in spite of my earlier vow to keep cool. “There’s coffee on,” I nodded toward the counter.

“As they say, you got some ‘splainin to do, Lucy.” What a dumb thing to say; humor was the last thing on my mind. I waited while she filled her cup and sat facing me.

“Phil, I want to hug you. May I?”

“Don’t even think about it you fucking whore!” my hand slapped the table hard.

Kate cringed, even though I have never before threatened her physically. “I deserved that,” she said so softly that I wasn’t sure I heard correctly.

“Phil, please let me say this; I honestly don’t know what came over me. I want to blame alcohol, I drank too much for sure. But in truth I was swept off my feet by Raul before I knew what was happening. He literally charmed the pants off me.

“That second drink he brought made my head foggy and my body feel loose and fluid. It was like a dream.”

“I don’t want to hear that name again,” I said firmly, trying not to blow up again.

“OK. And I will never see him again, or his wife. I now understand that she shills for him and distracts husbands for him to cuckold. It was a terrible mistake that will not be repeated.”

There was a long silence; I guess neither of us knew how to proceed. Finally, I said, “Please move your things into the spare room. I don’t know how long it will be before I can sleep with you, if ever.” I got up and went outside to be alone and try to distract myself with yard work.

We tiptoed gingerly around each other for a few days, not speaking except for essentials.

Monday, Kate came home from work and told me, “I told Blanche we will never speak again except for business.” I just shrugged and said nothing; Blanche was not the problem in this house.

Finally, by mid-week, Kate couldn’t take it. She ambushed me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head on my chest.

“Phil, my heart. I love you and I understand your anger and disappointment. I intend to make up for this one slip-up.”

The tears came flooding out of my eyes. I was gasping. This was not the abject remorse that I had been hoping for, but Kate does not go in for lengthy recriminations, I know.

“I don’t understand how you could do this. Am I a lousy husband, lousy in bed?”

“No Phil, no. This isn’t about you; it’s all about me, and that miserable Lothario and his conniving wife. I told her that you probably will divorce me because of them.”

The thought of divorce was so alien to me that I had never really contemplated it. I was just consumed with hurt and wanting to hurt her back but nothing I could think of rose to the level of her betrayal.

We spent the next week being extra polite and proper with each other until we finally had sex. Kate made all the right noises and even orgasmed while I banged away at her pussy, a rare thing these days.

I, of course, worked extra hard to be a cocksman, all the while sure that I was a second-stringer, who didn’t cut the mustard and her orgasm was probably fake. She held me for a long time after.

Another week went by before I screwed up my nerve to ask her what happened. I had been haunted by images of their night together. Nearly every day I found myself with a chubby from the visions in my head. I had to hear the details.

“I don’t know, all of my inhibitions and prohibitions evaporated while we were dancing. When you left with Blanche, I imagined that you and she might be going somewhere for sex, although I surely knew you better than that, but sex seemed to be in the air.”

“No, I mean what did you two actually do? I want to hear about it, what was good, what, if anything not so good.”

“Well we danced and he kept getting closer. At times his knee went between my legs and pressed on my pubic area. I backed away but it did get me aroused.”

“You can call it what it is, your pussy or even your cunt.”

“OK, then, at times his cock would rub my belly just above my pussy and it started to feel very good and very large. At one point he took my hand and put it on his cock. That’s when he told me that he intended to fuck me. I thought he was talking about some day, he hoped. Dream on, I thought.

“After you and Blanche left he became very bold, kissing my neck, touching my breasts, even putting his hand on my pussy. He said that Blanche had told you that he was going to fuck me and you were OK with it. In the truth, I was so turned on that even that lie I wanted to believe.

“Our bodies were in constant contact. When I needed to use the ladies room, he asked me to take off my bra. I sat for quite a while after peeing, but decided, ‘Oh, what the hell,’ and removed my bra and my damp thong.

“The bra I threw in the trash, the balled up, wet thong I handed to him when I came out; he sniffed it, then pocked it. We started kissing and making out on the dance floor until I got concerned who might see us so I suggested we leave. Are you sure you want to hear this?”

At this point, I had a roaring hard-on. I had that same stone in my stomach, but her story was so damned erotic I had to hear it all. “Yes, go on.”

Kate saw my bulge and opened my pants. “Are you getting aroused by the idea of Raul fucking me?” Her hand grasped my cock and started rubbing it. “As soon as we were in his car he undid his pants and took his cock out.”

She pulled my cock free of my fly. “He put his hand behind my head and urged me down until it was at my lips.” She leaned in and touched the tip of my cock with her tongue. I moaned, but she stopped

“What was it like, was it big? Was he circumcised?”My feelings of apprehension were being overcome by my arousal.

She nodded, “He isn’t much longer than you, but a bit thicker, and uncut.” I didn’t force her head down, she went eagerly.

“Remembering is turning you on too isn’t it?” I think she knew better than to say yes; she just took me in her mouth and started licking. I stopped her, I didn’t want to cum yet. “Then what?”

“I thought we were headed home, that I would have to finish him off before we got there, and I wondered if I should swallow his cum to keep our clothes clean. But he never came and by the time I sat up, it was clear that this we were not in our neighborhood.

“Meanwhile he had his hand under my dress and was rubbing my cunt. It felt awfully good to my drink-addled mind.” She was putting the blame on alcohol again, and putting her hand on my balls, hoping to distract me, I suppose.

“‘We are going to my lake cabin,’ he said. That’s when I said I had to call you. Since I had left my phone in our car, he gave his to me. But of course, your unknown caller program silenced the call. Then we were at his cabin.”

“Is it nice?” I asked for no good reason.

“Rustic but nice and comfortable. Have you heard enough?”

“Hell no. I want the complete story of you fucking this guy. What happened then?” Kate was starting to get nervous, wondering what my intentions were.

“That’s when I made him send you a text so you wouldn’t worry. He sat me on the couch and brought drinks. We started kissing again and he started to undo my clothes, first my blouse. He licked and sucked my nipples.”

“Did you enjoy that?” She hesitated. “Come on, you know you did,” I offered.

“Yes,” quietly. I started rubbing her breasts through her blouse.

“Better than this?” I didn’t kiss her though I wanted to; I was hotter than a six-dollar pistol by this time.

“Well, his hand was inside my clothes, touching my breasts and nipples directly.” OK, a point for her.

“Then what?”

“Then his hand moved down to my pussy and his mouth was on mine, probing my mouth with his tongue. Up to that time some part of my brain had been telling me to slow things down.”

“But?”

“But, when his fingers started to strum my clit and slip inside me, my lizard brain took over; nothing could have stopped me from fucking him. There, you’ve heard it from my own mouth. Are you satisfied?”

I pulled her to me and kissed her, “I’ll wait for the rest another time. I’m going to fuck you now.” My hand went under her dress, finding a quite wet panty crotch. She spread her legs while kissing me back. My fingers found her hot spot.

“Yes, lover please reclaim me. I want your cock in my cunt right now.”

Her pussy felt so wonderfully warm and welcoming after all our waiting that I came almost immediately.

She held me and crooned, “It’s alright; would you like to make me cum with your tongue or are you still punishing me by depriving me of relief?”

I took pity on her and ate her out with a vengeance. She didn’t just cum, she squirted, a new experience for me.

Even after that intense session, I still wanted to hear the details of their fucking. My ego wanted her to tell me that he wasn’t that great. At the same time, my cock wanted to hear how many times she came for him and all the other details that a cuckold dreads but needs to hear.

We had sex every night for a week, then once again I asked her for details. By this time she knew that I wasn’t trying to trap her for divorce purposes. She sensed my perverse need to hear her lascivious tale.

“Well once he had me naked he dropped his trousers and stood in front of me with his semi-erect cock in my face. It looked absolutely delicious with the tip of his glans peeking out from under his foreskin. When I slid it back, uncovering the head, the aroma of his prior precum was intoxicating.

“I knew that was from dancing with me and it gave me a sense of power knowing his cock was drooling as we danced. I licked it all over, then worked my way down to his large ball sack. After bathing both balls in my mouth, I licked his perineum almost to his ass hole.

“After hours of foreplay, I was actually trembling with lust, and when he dropped to his knees and separated my thighs I was nearly frantic. He just studied my cunt and murmured compliments to my pussy, ‘That may be the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen.’ He told me.

“At that point,t he was preaching to the choir, I knew my cunt was wet and gaping for his cock. Then he leaned in and touched me with the tip of his tongue and I came immediately. I grabbed his head and held him in until I was afraid I was suffocating him. I was not at all lady-like.”

At this time, I was holding on to my hard cock struggling mightily to not jerk off and cum. Kate saw, and slapped my hand away.

“No, you don’t. You can’t be mad at me for straying and blow your load from hearing about it. Your turn will come soon enough.

“Raul wanted to fuck me right there on the sofa, but I insisted on a bed, so we went into the master bedroom, where I lay back on cool clean sheets and spread my legs for him.

“I know you are going to ask, so I’ll tell you upfront; he is a magnificent lover. I have not enjoyed sex and cum so much since we’ve been married. He is a magician in bed.”

Now, that really hurt; I expected her to be a bit more circumspect when it came to rating the experience. She pulled no punches that time. I suspect she had sussed out my perverted interest and was putting me in my place.

“He talked to me in a soft velvety voice, telling me how wonderful my pussy was and how his cock was in heaven. He went slow, then he speeded up, then slow again. I begged him several times to cum in me and he said OK, but went on burying himself in me to the max.

“He said that when I came he could feel my pussy trying to milk his cock, and that it resonated all through his body. He is quite a slick individual.”

“How many times did he make you cum?” I asked, not sure I wanted to hear.

“Too many to count, I know he came four times, twice that night and twice the next morning. He wouldn’t let me shower in the morning, said there was no hot water. I know now, he wanted you to smell and taste his cum on me and in me. He wanted to leave clear evidence of what we did.”

Once again I was on the brink of exploding, and Kate knowingly slipped her mouth around my cock head, grasped my balls and squeezed. That did it; she gulped my spunk down, all of it; a first for us.

Then she sat up and kissed me letting me taste my own cum for the first time. I was repulsed but she held my head tightly to her lips until I swallowed too.

“There, my darling, you have been initiated into the club of cuckolds. How does it feel?”

“What do you mean?” I asked stupidly.

“Ever since I fucked Raul, you have been trying sneakily to hear all the deets, and probably jerking off remembering what I have been telling you. You suddenly have a hair trigger when we fuck.

The trouble is, you slink away and go watch TV, leaving me hanging. I’m not getting what I need. So here’s the deal, take it or leave it; I’m going to call Raul to cum fuck me and you, my friend, can watch and lick me clean after. How would you like that?”

I could only mumble, “OK.”

“And I will probably ask him to spend the night, so you will need to move your stuff into the spare room like you made me do. But don’t worry, I doubt his wife will let things go on for long. Like us, they love each other and won’t separate. So you will have me back full time soon. OK?”

“Ohh Kay.”